Nightmare in Wax (1969)
Mexican Lobby Card
What's not to love about this over the top Mexican lobby card for Nightmare in Wax? The maniacal predator; the dripping blood; the victim's head reflecting the terror (I assume the rest of her is in the box); and an action shot filled with menace (though not sure for whom). Yup. A definite keeper. Usually, the more distasteful the advertising, the more tepid the movie. But at least we have the poster art to keep us happy with fright.
Jeepers’ Keeper Recording
Here's an audio cassette tucked away in Professor Kinema's archive that's historically interesting. Jeepers Keeper (Fred Struthman) is the host, I believe. (The cassette listed 1963 as the date of the source recording, but E-gor's Chamber of TV Horror Hosts lists 1964 as Struthman's start on Jeepers Creepers.)
Click the link below the picture.
Magazines: CineAction 82, 83
Black Christmas and Frankenstein
I’m not a regular reader of CineAction, although it does touch on horror-genre subjects with probing and fascinating articles. I just find it difficult to keep up with the more academically-oriented analyses and arguments. Reading academic jargon-filled discursive suppositions gives me a feeling I can only describe as watching a textual dog eating it’s subtextual tail, round and round in a circular narrative. I get dizzy when the words semantic, syntactic, trope, and anthropomorphic are used in the same paragraph. I know. It’s me.
But this issue has two horror movie-related articles that piqued my interest enough for me to pick it up: James Whale’s Frankenstein: Re-animating the War and Black Christmas: The Slasher Film Was MADE IN CANADA.
Sara Constantineau’s excellently argued Black Christmas: The Slasher Film Was MADE IN CANADA is a blunt statement inviting discussion, so let’s talk about it first.
She posits that 1974’s Black Christmas not only predates John Carpenter’s Halloween (1978), but it also contains many of the slasher movie tropes Halloween adopts (and many later slashers bore us to death with). No argument from me there. There are important differences, however, which she contrasts and compares along a main theme of how Black Christmas uses a “prominent feminist subtext,” because Jess, the Final Girl, is sexually active and lives, while Halloween is more sexist-oriented: women who aren’t chaste incur punishment while the virginal Laurie, the Final Girl, lives.
Another key difference involves how patriarchal authority is viewed: Black Christmas pokes fun at authority figures while Halloween, through the sage Dr. Loomis, positions them as “privileged.” Constantineau sums it up best: “Black Christmas has the same generic principles as the American slasher, but it does not propagate the same ideology. Halloween arguably punished female sexuality.”
Yes, it did, but considering that promiscuous males in Halloween and other American slashers, generally speakig, get their gonads handed to them (sometimes literally) , I don’t fully accept the sexist argument as a complete one. I’m sure a body count taken across the slasher movie spectrum may quantify this issue for better clarity, but for now I don’t have any qualms saying there is a sexist element to all slasher movies, but I’d also give equal weight to the thematic subtext of miscreant youth being “corrected” for their misbehavior in order to preserve societal norms (aka, making the slasher movie commercially reputable by including a strong moral message).
Looking at Constantineau’s notes for her article I’m not sure she went back far enough, however. Wikipedia’s entry on slashers mentions one movie I wasn’t aware of, and one I already consider a slasher:
Possibly the earliest film that could be called a slasher, Thirteen Women (1932) tells the story of an old college sorority whose former members are set against one another by a vengeful peer, seeking penance for the prejudice they bestowed on her because of her mixed race heritage. Another film important to the sub-genre is Michael Powell’s Peeping Tom (1960). (from Forerunners of the Slasher Film, Wikipedia)
Granted neither of these movies contains the more intense structural and semantic elements now comprising the slasher as we know it–including Black Christmas and Halloween–I’d still include them in any discussion of the slasher genre, which makes Constantineau’s presumption that slashers were MADE IN CANADA appear somewhat presumptuous.
On another note, the real wonderment in James Whale’s Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein is to be found in the diverse ways you can view and interpret them. That’s when all those subtexts and hidden narratives pop up to amaze and befuddle you, providing new depth to a familiar landscape and revitalization of enjoyment. Christiane Gerblinger’s James Whale’s Frankenstein: Re-animating the Great War, is enlightening in its juxtuposition of Whale’s wartime experiences and his direction of Frankenstein, and how the destruction of a world war permeates Frankenstein’s laboratory (when seen as metaphor for the battlefield) and the Monster (when understood as a simulacrum for the shattered soldier reborn).
I love this stuff.
Whether you agree with Gerblinger or not, it’s an informed argument that helps us appreciate the reality inherent in all cinematic artistry, and allows us to understand, a little more, how a director’s life experiences can influence his movie in overt or subtle ways, even when the script, written by others, is firmly envisioned and budgeted.
Whale was a second lieutenant in World War I and spent most of his time held as a prisoner of war. His experiences led to fame through his stage play, Journey’s End, in 1928; a play about “war’s conflation of life and death.” Whale’s early movies also carried war themes, including his Old Dark House, whose “lead character was a cynical war veteran.”
Gerblinger views Whale’s indelible, life-pummeling wartime moments through the actions of the Monster and the villagers, and the set pieces of his Frankenstein (“Whale re-used the outdoor sets [from] Universal’s 1930 film adaptation of All Quiet on the Western Front“). When filtered this way, the Monster becomes an amalgum of the Everyman and the sacrificial soldier re-animated from the dead toward a higher purpose, and the villagers become the disheveled society left behind, economically displaced and uncertain after the war. Turning on the Monster they reject their own guilt from failure to live up to the immense sacrifice by rejecting Frankenstein’s re-animated creature.
Even more interesting is the notion that Frankenstein’s failure to accept his responsibility toward his laboratory offspring is reflected by the community at large in their refusal to recognize the Monster as anything but a monstrosity to be feared, hunted, and chained.
While Shelley’s Frankenstein’s refusal to meet his creature’s requirements was portrayed as an abnegation of basic responsibilities, in Whale, this is transposed onto the villagers and their efforts at persecution. These instances of “increased callousness and neglect towards the weak in general” grow in force and vehemence in the 1935 film. This suggests that it is the conduct of the masses being held up to scrutiny, not Frankenstein’s irresponsibility, because Whale’s emphasis seems to be overtly upon the mass positioned against the individual (echoes of Metropolis reverberate).
Gerblinger broadens her discussion to include the forces of the Great Depression and the Forgotten Men of World War I, and briefly hits on a revelatory explanation–to me, at least–for the reason everyone is dressed in that hodgepodge of time periods fashion, one which goes beyond the obvious budget and production rationales.
There’s a lot more to enjoy in CineAction # 82/83, especially the article on Georges Melies’ influence on sci fi cinema. Considering how much I enjoyed this issue, I may even bite the bullet and read more CineAction. I wonder what they’ve written about zombies? Their so academic these days, you know.
Magazines: The Paranormal
Special SFX Edition
Okay, I'm a sucker for UK horror and sci fi magazines. For one thing, they're larger magazines. When ours keep shrinking–I wonder how much shorter and narrower our magazines and comic books will get–the Brits keep their format robust: a tad larger and you could easily display your tastes quite well on any standard coffee table. Forget digital: no current horror or sci fi magazines do it well.
For another, the coverage is fairly good, even when you toss in the usual publicity accolades and shallow interviews for upcoming movies, current movies, and most everything in-between; it's written without that snarky, glammy, and sometimes pretentious Video Watchdog tone you've got to suffer through from our Canadian and American creepy-print cousins. Instead there's a nicely sophisticated understatedness replacing the know-it-all bombast, you know what I mean? Toss in a few stickers, a keyring Ghost that smells and looks a lot like one of those plastic-goop Mattel Creepy Crawlers, and a 2012 Cult Movie Calendar and, zoinks!, I'm an easy target.
Of course, you might shake your head and counter that Gorezone (or GZ) didn't fit this rosy picture I've painted. You would be right. I admit it didn't. It was in a category all its own; and not a good one, either. It lost its direction a while back and became insufferable to read. Then again, I don't think reading was the actual goal as the male-centric eye-candy was more prominently positioned for attention.
But given all this, is this special SFX edition magazine, The Paranormal, any good? Well, yes, definitely. Television shows and movies, a look at Daniel Radcliffe's upcoming The Woman In Black through an interview with director James Watkins (Eden Lake), and an excellent examination of one of my favorite literary supernatural investigators, Carnacki, the Ghost Finder, created by William Hope Hodgson, are worthy of your attention. (I double-dare you to read The Whistling Room in the dead of night, alone, without the television or iPod on.) The only onscreen portrayal of Carnacki was ably done by Donald Pleasance for The Rivals of Sherlock Holmes television series in the 1970s. They chose The Horse of the Invisible story for that episode, probably due to budgetary reasons. How Hollywood and the Indies haven't yet exploited Carnacki is beyond me.
Also in Jane's script, one of the big references we talked about, believe it or not, was J-Horror. We're both really big fans of films such as Dark Water and Ringu, and they are very definite sources when it comes to approach and tone. I think those films have a real mastery of dread. So it's an English ghost house film meets Japanese horror–there's your high concept! (from James Watkins' The Woman In Black interview)
A listing of ghost stories in print to savor on long winter nights, a top 50 list of ghostly movies, a top 10 list of best Supernatural episodes, and more in-depth interviews (note the key term here, "in-depth" ) fill in the main-article crevices. Even author Colin Wilson's work is examined, and there's a brief go at Ti West's The Innkeepers, which I'm hoping is much better than his lacklustre and boring House of the Devil. While the focus is on Britishly works (The Stone Tape, for instance), the coverage is broad enough to entice and satisfy most horror fans, even if you don't drink tea and think a scone is something orange and placed by road workers onto busy streets. And if you're ever headed to the UK, there's a haunted pubs guide for you, although I wonder if Will Salmon, the bloke who compiled it, was sober at the time.
Comic Book Review: The Strain 1
Three survivors…one hundred ninety-eight dead…(Flight 753 from Berlin)
"I don't know what to tell them, Jim. We've got something brand new here as far as I can see. I might as well say they were all hypnotized by the Amazing Kreskin." (Everett Barnes, JFK Hazmat Team)
It's Romania, 1927; it's New York City, present day; it's vampirism wreaking the usual apocalyptic havoc, or soon will, in this adaptation of Guillermo del Toro and Chuck Hogan's The Strain. Scripter David Lapham and artist Mike Huddleston keep it tense, fast-moving, and engaging for this first issue. Huddleston's terse strokes are greatly aided by Dan Jackson's colors, especially for sustaining the dark tone and ominous mood.
In 1927, Abraham listens to his Bubbeh (grandmother) as she relates the story of Sardu the nobleman, who carried a wolf-head's cane and was a giant in stature. He loved children until the day he entered a mysterious cave after finding everyone in his hunting party dead. After that, the children began to disappear, one by one.
In present day JFK, a plane lands, but then silence falls, and all the shutters are drawn. JFK's hazmat unit, headed by Everett Barnes, and the CDC are alerted to a possible situation. What they find is the beginning. Abraham, now grown up and owner of a pawn shop, watches the news on television, and steels himself for what he seems to have been waiting for all his life as he reaches for the same wolf's head cane his Bubbeh described in 1927. How did he get it? Why is almost everyone on that plane dead?
This issue makes you want to find out, and I don't say that too often where first issues are concerned.
Monster Mini Golf
Over the holiday weekend I paid my first visit to the Monster Mini Golf franchise. Didn't realize they set the mood with black light, otherwise I'd have worn my Dr. Strange t-shirt, which would have been glowingly awesome. The mini golf is tricky because they force you to do a lot of bank shots, but the graphically-inspired environment is superb for horror fans. Here are some shots I took of the more saliently spooky highlights.
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