Someone's in the house. He's watching. He's creeping round, only you can't see him. He's watching you from the walls. He's right behind you now. Looking over your shoulder. He wants the remote control. He's a bad boy. He wants to watch bad movies. Bad bad Ronald...

Thursday, May 26, 2011

PEEPHOLE REVIEW: Killer's Moon (1978)

Redemption! Redemption Films has been pretty quiet for awhile, as they reorganized.  But now they're back to releasing some of the strangest, most bizarre little artifacts from horror film past. 
coolest poster ever
 To keep up with the movie-going crowd, as they moved from the 60s to the 70s, British film producers recognized that the audience was growing younger.  Teens and twentysomethings were looking to identify with the people on the screen, so the movie world reacted, skewing their popular brands towards the kids. Horror films were growing increasingly popular, and were easier to adapt to the young generation than, say, the comedies (which still had a strong hold with adult viewers). The results of this major switch seemed to have shaken up the status quo.  The grown ups in the press were not always so kind in their reviews, and the British Board of Film... well, they were stunned, and reacted harshly (they would later form the list of "video nasties," videotapes of films deemed unfit for regular consumption).

Producer/Director Alan Birkinshaw wanted to ride this so-called "New Wave" of British Horror, after having grown restless in the television industry.  Hammer Horror, with the help of a new set of producers, had broken the mold of using mature and established named actors, and started gearing their films towards the younger generation with films like Vampire Circus. Birkinshaw wanted in on that crowd.  The result: Killer's Moon.  A movie so notorious it was once said, by the British press, to be "the most tasteless movie in the history of the British Cinema."  Now, if that's not a proper invitation, I don't know what is! 
Oh, the games girls play

What makes Killer's Moon stand out so much is not the reputation it got from the censors, but killer script. On the surface, this bloody thriller sounds like any other of a long list of horror scenarios: a bus load of nubile schoolgirls are stranded after their coach breaks down, finding refuge in a remote hotel, where they are stalked by a trio of escaped inmates, all tweaked on experimental drugs (read LSD).  However, Birkinshaw enlisted the assistance of his sister, the noted feminist writer Fay Weldon, to turn this standard issue horror flick into a smart, subtle satire.  Together Birkinshaw and Weldon weaved together elements of A Clockwork Orange with bits from the popular sex comedies of the day, to take a visceral punch at some of the social hypocrisy and outdated morays of the day.

Of course, like any good horror movie, these bits of satire are well groomed nuances peppered throughout a tightly wound, and brutal thriller.  The "droog" like thugs are vicious as they are properly British, doling out sadistic punishment just as easily as they can.  The mayhem is bloody, the girls are sexy, and the dialogue from Weldon is killer. 
Goodness!  This will just ruin my social standing!
 In an interview, Weldon (who was uncredited in the movie) had this to say about her Killer's Moon script work:  "In the original script, the girls were ciphers. I gave them characters, which had the unfortunate effect of turning the film into a cult movie. I should have left it as it was."  Oh, how wrong she is!  It's true -- her dialogue catapults this movie from being just another horror flick, but that's good fortune, not bad.  Not sure why she's bitter -- maybe it's because she later wrote the Rosanne Barr disaster She Devil. 
Now, where did I leave my wife?
 A taste of some of the fantastic dialogue:

  • After an assault, one girl consoles the victim, "Look, you were only raped, as long as you don't tell anyone about it you'll be alright. You pretend it never happened, I'll pretend I never saw it and if we get out of this alive, well, maybe we'll both live to be wives and mothers" 
  • The police chief retorts, after hearing about the effects of the drugs on the lunatics, "You mean this criminal lunatic is walking around believing he is in a dream? In my dreams, I murder freely, pillage, loot and rape!"
  • "Mr. Jones: Mr psychiatrist, are you there?
    Pete: Go to hell you bastard you're mad!
    Mr. Jones: What sort of reply is that from a National Health psychiatrist? I should have gone private."

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Win a Blu-ray/DVD Combo Pack of Hammer's Vampire Circus!!

Be the First Kid On Your Block to Own A Vampire Circus!!

Who doesn't like a circus?  And who the hell doesn't like vampires!?  Most of all -- who doesn't like to win free movies!!?
And by vampires, I'm not talking about the pasty white Debbie-downers from Twilight.  Yeesh!  Or the angsty, oh-so-fit hot bodies from Vampire Diaries.  Well... um, yumm!!  I'm talking about vampires that would chew a hole in your throat, rather than chew your ear off with boring chatter about their feelings and bummer stuff like that.  "Oo, but that werewolve's abs are soooo like rippled, and the undead guy's hair is to die for.  Who do I choose?"  "I don't know... If I'm gonna live forever, how am I gonna like update my wardrobe all the time?"  "Oh my gawd -- did you just like kill my best friend?  That's so sweeeet."
If I don't win a Kid's Choice Award, I'll just go crazy!!
 No, I'm talking about the creepy, sexy, mod Hammer Horror kind.  The kind that have no problem snatching your kid brother up and taking him to the dark side.  The kind that don't play nice.  The kind that don't have feelings, let alone a heart!!

Vampire Circus is the classic Hammer vampire picture that changed everything.  Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing were icons at Hammer Studios, but the 70s needed a new twist on the vampire lore.  Vampire Circus introduced a new, young generation to a young, hipper blood-sucker.
Bella. when you're done with those wimps over there in Lalaland, call me
How To Win Your Copy!!

 So... blah blah blah .. Enough of the filler.  Here's how to win your very own Blu-ray/DVD combo of Vampire Circus!!  Simply become a follower of the Bad Ronald blog. It's easy and fun!  Just click on the "follow" button over on the sidebar to the right. Then drop a comment in on this post, lettin' me know you wanna win the movie.  If'n you're already a follower, then good for you -- you're half way there!  Just drop a comment.  Now, if you're not the joinin' kind, and are a little leery of  the cult like mentality of followers... well, then you're gonna have to work harder to win.  Bad Ronald will have to move into your place and live in your walls for a week, and you'll have to let me know just what he'll see, watching through the walls!!  Mwwwooohahahahahahhaaa!   Just click on "follow" and join the fun.  It's soo much easier.

Deadline for entry is Sunday, May 29, 2011
Send in a reenactment this stunning little dance sequence and you'll win INSTANTLY!!  No kiddin'


And now the disclaimer:  The Blu-ray/DVD combo Pack of Vampire Circus is provided by the very cool and ultra mod folks at Synapse Films.  The discs are not the retail discs, but early prints for press screenings.  Never fear, though!   Each disc has ALL the goodies on it that you'd get from the retail discs, except there's no fancy image on the disc itself and the packaging is complete.  Winner of the contest will be chosen by a random drawing.  There now... that wasn't so bad.  Was it?

Now, go "follow" my blog and win!!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

PEEPHOLE REVIEW: Dark Stars Rising: Conversations from the Outer Realms


I first met Shade Rupe while I was covering the New York City Horror Film Fest back in 2004.  I had always fancied myself fairly well versed in film trivia -- especially horror film trivia.  However, the day I met Shade, I realized I was just a mere humbled horror-fan wannabe.

I was hunkering down for the 20 or so block stroll from the screening rooms in Tribeca up to the Christopher St. PATH train station to Jersey City.  Shade was heading to his nice warm car, parked about ten blocks away (because, in NYC, you never get to park nearby your destination), and he offered my a lift home.  In that 10-block walk, and the 15-minute car ride to Jersey, we talked about everything from subversive filmmakers, like Kern and Zedd, to creepy made-for-TV movies featuring big-screen throwbacks and man-eating Zuni fetish dolls.[

Following the festival, we had several conversations over the phone, when he'd call, looking to plug a DVD for review.  The plug would turn into a conversation about other genre flicks, or filmmakers, or personalities, and it wasn't long before I recognized that I was outmatched in the knowledge of my favorite genre.  We'd start to talking about a movie, or a particular star, and before I knew it, I had spilled my piggy bank's worth of trivia, but Shade had only begun.  He was an unbelievable wealth of trivial knowledge. He's like those guys from Beat the Geeks AND Jeopardy! all wrapped up into one Frankenstein’s monster–like mashup.

It came as no surprise that Shade had been writing about film, and promoting genre films, for years.  Not only that, but he'd interviewed numerous stars and filmmakers from mainstream Movieland to the obscure names from the world of obscure cinema.  He's like the Barbara Walters of cool interviews.  Yeah, I know -- that was an easy gag.  He's actually more like a Dick Cavett -- more intellectual, and very much more interested in his subjects.  His articles have appeared in numerous publications, and now Shade has put together a collection of his favorite interviews into a book -- Dark Stars Rising: Conversation from the Outer Realms.

Dark Stars Rising is an incredible look into the minds of some of the most interesting creative minds that hang out near the fringes of the film and visual arts worlds.  There are conversations with cult superstars -- like Divine, Udo Kier, Tura Satana, and Crispin Glover -- as well as cult filmmakers  --like William Lustig, Chas. Balun, and Jodorowsky. Shade also digs into the minds of personalities from the more fringe arts, like Richard Kern, Genesis Breyer P-Orridge, and Jim Vanbebber.  There are also some unexpected treats from characters like Brother Theodore -- well, unexpected, at least for me, since I thought I was the only person who knew who the hell Brother Theodore was!!

Shade is a true fan of his subjects, but these interviews aren't a catalog of star-struck fluff pieces.  There's no ego stroking, or Entertainment Tonight kissy faces going on.  These aren't junket pieces.  They're real conversations (unedited, pretty much) which are genuine, sometimes hilarious, often thought-provoking, sometimes shocking, usually subversive, and always insightful. All the subjects are artists in every sense of the word.  They struggle for and through their work.  They're mostly unrecognized in the mainstream.  And they all have the balls to speak the truth... as they see it. 

The pieces I found most provoking, were the ones which explored subversive or taboo-busting subjects, and how society treats these issues with great hypocrisy.  Writers and artists, like Peter Sotos and Dennis Cooper, discuss how America embraces violence, and sex, in our mainstream entertainment, but then chastises those who portray these subjects in a more honest fashion.

Shade Rupe has a knack for making his subjects feel comfortable enough to talk about just about anything.  Not in a sensationalistic way, but rather as individuals trying to learn from each other. 

Dark Stars Rising is an insanely fun read.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

PEEPHOLE REVIEW: The Violent Kind (2010)

Sometimes They Come Back... and really ruin the party.

Greasers aren't really good fodder for horror.  Unless you're Stephen King, you might as well leave 'em be -- especially if they start boppin' around like they're at the Prom in the Rydell High gymnasium.  At least King had first hand knowledge of the greased-back hair punks of the 50s.  The Butcher Brothers only have Grease to crib from.

The Violent Kind showed promise at the start.  I'm not talking about the violent love making scene (fully clothed -- for Pete's sake!!) -- seen it before! -- but the scenario that follows, when the notorious biker gang generously help the victims of their recent fist bashing back into their truck and make sure they get back on the road, safely home.  Druggie bikers with a heart -- awwww.  It was kind of a genuine touch.  But, then it got a little too movie-of-the-week with all the in-fighting over honor and friendship (I'm thinking these boys just needed to own up to some undivulged tensions).
Does this movie make us look too mean?

And then -- the Greasers show up!!  What in the name of Arthur Fonzerelli is going on here?!  We're at Roadhouse, hanging with the thugs and their ladies, and then some weird wiggly camera effects start happening, and then some flashes of some old newspaper clippings (how obnoxiously cliche!!!), and then -- poof!  The Wanderers show up to crash the party.  Only they've been reimagined by some Cosplay fan at a Rockabilly show.
Ayyyyyyy!

I'm not sure why Sundance was so smitten by this picture.  My guess is that it was so all over the place -- part Stephen King/part Roadhouse/part They Live/part Grease -- that they didn't wanna admit they didn't know what the hell was going on.  This flick was just plain bad.  The dialogue is pure expository, the acting is misguided, and the story is just plain nuts.  However, it's such the spectacle that you can't miss out on it.
Now... where did I leave my girlfriend?

Oh... and Tiffany Shepis.  Nude.

Friday, May 6, 2011

PEEPHOLEREVIEW: The Real Cannibal Holocaust (1976)

The Cannibal Film That Has Little Meat on the Bone

[First off, this is NOT a film by Italian schlocker Bruno Mattei.  I know there are a couple dozen blogs -- and Amazon -- that are using the cover of this newly released DVD with their review of another Mattei cannibal flick.  But... it ain't Bruno.]

This title reminds me of those ads for household products that are somehow bigger and better, or new and improved.  "Tired of the same ol' restless native cannibals?  Tired of the humdrum limb-ripping tribal dances?  Well, you're in luck.  The Real Cannibal Holocaust has 70% more terror than the leading cannibal movie.  Try it!!  You won't believe the taste."

Well... you know what they say about truth in advertising.  Fact is, TRCH doesn't have much in the way of any kinda holocaust, or really any cannibals.  Sure they have some tribes from Papua New Guinea whose ancestors were cannibal -- but cannibalism?  No... not really.  The opening sequence would have you believe that a tribal mom is peeling off the crusty flesh of her dead husband, while breast feeding their darling baby.  But the keen-eyed horror fan would see it for the primitive and cheap FX gag that it is.  So, there's your moment of (faux) flesh-eating.  After that... nada.

What TRCH turns out to be is another lost member of the Mondo movie craze of the 70s -- one of those shockumentaries depicting the unseen cultures and bizarre traditions of far away places.  The story goes "In 1975, Papua New Guinea obtained its long desired independence from the British Empire. A movie crew traveled to the island in order to shoot a film that would allow the Queen to better understand the laws and traditions of the natives."  In other words, it's a real down and dirty version of National Geographic.

As I'm watching this, I'm thinking that horror fans who've bought into the DVD packaging -- with promises of "unbearable snuff extremes...over-the-top violence...corpse eating... and mindless brutality" -- are really gonna be disappointed.  The opener, with the old school flesh eating FX, will get the usual insiders laughter, but what about the rest?  No mindless brutality.  No snuff extremes.  For the fanbase so spoiled with ear shattering sound cues and vibrating ghosties and gallons of blood, TRCH's "over the top" promise is unfulfilled.  

But!!  With that said, I wonder how many of the modern horror fans would be able to stomach the insanely bizarre death ceremonies depicted here.  I, for one, have been witness to the most hardcore of hardcore horror flicks, and I've seen my share of grotesque imagery. These images of the village women tending to the bodies of their dead males was... well, stomach churning.  You'll have to see if for yourself, and let me know if it didn't make you throw up just a little in your Doritos.

Friday, April 29, 2011

PEEPHOLE REVIEW: Megan is Missing (2010)

Megan is Missing -- The Afterschool Shocker!!

Another entry into the ever growing subgenre of found footage frighteners. Megan is Missing tells the story of a pair of teenage girls, BFFs Megan and Amy, two 14 year olds who virtually conduct their friendship in the virtual world.  They have endless skype conversations, chat on their video phones, make home movies, and vlog about, like... whatever. And this is how the viewer watches them -- as voyeurs, sifting though their computer and cell phone files (and later, news footage and surveillance footage).  And the stuff we see is the stuff that any parent would dread to find on their kid's laptop.  The girls conversations are raw and intimate, revealing secrets to each other that they'd just die if anyone found out.  Which is ironic, since they shelf their confessions on a medium that could potentially spread their private words worldwide within minutes. Their pursuit of adventurous vitrual living leads them to a online friendship with a stranger named "Josh."  He tells them he's a skater dude, and the girls think his pics are hot -- but, they should pay attention to their mom and dad, when they tell them not to trust strangers.
We're, like... soooo viral

Megan is Missing is similar, in ways, to Adam Rifkin's Look, another mockumentary that follows the intimate lives of everyday people, told entirely through footage from surveillance cams.  Both movies show (and in Looks case, often exposes) everyday people whose lives go from ordinary to extraordinary.  However, in Megan, the viewer isn't just a voyeur, watching the lives unfold from a camera high above, but rather upclose, with the subjects talking directly to the camera -- almost like they're speaking directly to us.

Megan is Missing is also very similar to Larry Clark's Kids, in that it goes after some hot button teen issues, and demonstrates a generation which has gone unchecked. Amy is the quiet, smart type, who lives vicariously through her best friend Megan, the wild girl to Amy's good girl.  Megan catches a lot of hatin' from her friends, for hanging around such a loser.  But, as in any good coming of age story, Megan's party-girl image is just a disguise to hide her very troubled and disturbing past, and she needs a goody-goody in her corner to help anchor her.  Megan and Amy aren't nearly as bombastic as Clark's kids are. There are certainly a couple scenes in Megan that will make you shake your head, but it's fairly tame in comparison.
For once, a fake news segment that looks real

And like Clark intended (questionably, it seems, at times), Choi wants to wake people up, by showing the way kids can be when they think they're adult enough to not have to listen to the adults.  They want to shock us "grownups" into reality. To demonstrate what could happen to the kids if we become too comfortable and trusting.  In Kids, the end result was quite unsettling (on different levels),  provocative (on different levels), and highly controversial.  Larry Clark used the salacious images of the teens to both prove they were out of control, and to clearly satisfy his own personal demons.  The end result was jarring, in either aspect.  Writer/director Michael Choi doesn't quite plum the depths that Clark swam in, keeping the shocking behavior tame in comparison. There is a scene in which Megan entertains Amy with a pretty graphic description of what she did, at the age of 10, to a 17 year old camp counselor (the shock of the matter is really less in what she did, as with the blase reaction from either girl), but that's about as blue as it gets.  But, an earlier scene, that has both girls attending a drug and sex party, is almost made-for-TV in comparison to Kids party sequences.  This lack of real shocks is likely because Choi was hoping his film would become an advocate for the cause of missing and exploited children (the film is endorsed by KlassKids, formed by the father of Polly Klaas), and he was aiming to inform, more than exploit.
Reality bites

The major problem with Megan is Missing, however, is Choi's direction.  These mockumentaries are a hard nut to crack, because the goal is realism.  What happens in front of the camera has to appear to be happening as it's happening.  Choi's mistake is that he tries to control the action too much.  He's looking to force the dialogue to tell the story, and asking the performers to run through a list of moods and motions, instead of letting them experience the moment.  The best of these types of movies use improvisation, where the actors are run through scenes so many times, letting the players live in that moment over and over, that it all becomes second nature.  Choi, on the other hand, plays it too cautiously with his players, never trusting them to let their emotions run free.
Let me tell you about summer camp
 But oddly, for a director to tries to force so much into any particular scene, he goes all Blair Witch with the ending, showing the viewer the final footage found -- "uncut and unedited" -- that reveals the fate of Megan and Amy.  Horror fans will find a treat in this portion of the film, but will have to excuse Choi's indulgence for "real time" (I won't spoil it, but one particular segment of minutia goes on tediously for near 10 minutes) in payment. 

Megan is Missing is an unsettling, at times, cautionary tale that comes off more as an Afterschool Special with naughty language, than the shocker it's marketed to be.

Monday, March 28, 2011

PEEPHOLE REVIEW: Embodiment of Evil

He's back... and needs a manicure.

I was surprised at how much I enjoyed this flick. Not sure why I shouldn't be, but I was. José Mojica Marins enjoyed great success in the early 60s with his Brazilian shocker At Midnight I'll Take Your Soul, in which he introduced Zé do Caixão (aka Coffin Joe) to the cinimatic world. Coffin Joe, an antireligionist undertaker, is obsessed with his self made journey to keep the "continuity of the blood" by producing the superior child with the perfect woman.

In the earlier Coffin Joe films, Zé do Caixão fails with violent consequences to produce his superior child, and finds himself perused by angry villagers, fed up with his violence and torturous ways. In Embodiment of Evil Coffin Joe is released from prison, but he's neither repentant or rehabilitated. In fact, he's more powerful, and more dangerous. He immediately embarks on his search for the perfect woman to bear his child, seducing, kidnapping and torturing any beautiful female who crosses his path. He even discovers there are woman who will seek him out, who are more than willing to succumb to his punishing pain.

Marins not only returns to the screen as the infamous casket bearing creep, he also directed and wrote (along with Dennison Ramalho). And at about 72 years of age, at the time of filming, Marins is in full tilt as his alter ego Zé do Caixão. And he hasn't lost a step, still putting himself in some mind reeling love scenes with some very frisky females. This is the very reason that Marins got into the film biz -- the women! It's good to see he's still able to keep that dream alive.

Embodiment of Evil is packaged by the great folks at Synapse Films in a duel DVD/Blu ray set, with some great featurettes included.