Showing posts with label Poe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poe. Show all posts

For the Love of Price: Scream and Scream Again and The Oblong Box

Once again I hand over the reins of the LBL to my best pal Fran Goria. She's got a double feature of the often mustachioed master of the macabre Vincent Price to help us celebrate Movember. Remember, donations are still being accepted to aid the fight against prostate and testicular cancer by clicking on the icon on the to right, the auction is still underway for the Charles Bronson Icon of Awesomeness painting with all proceeds to benefit Movember charities. Now with that out of the way, I'll turn it over to Fran. 

Hi folks! I have a double feature for you tonight starting with 1970’s Scream and Scream Again, followed by 1969’s The Oblong Box. These films have a couple of things in common. They both star Vincent Price and Christopher Lee, they share opposite sides of a Midnite Madness Double Feature DVD, and they were both directed by Gordon Hessler. Hessler also directed a third film starring Price in 1970 titled Cry of the Banshee. My personal favorite bit of trivia about Hessler is that he directed many episodes of the TV cop action series CHIPS from 1978-1982, and the TV movie Kiss Meets the Phantom of the Park. Now with all that out of the way, the first of tonight’s features is…

Spirits of the Dead(1968):Fondas,Fellini,& a Fistful of Poe

While Poe adaptations in the 60's belonged to Roger Corman and Vincent Price, today's film found three European auteurs getting down and dirty with the works of Edgar Allan. Each of them present a singular and innovative look into the work of the macabre writer, and through the film was distributed in the states by American International Pictures, it has little in common with the content or tone of AIP's other Poe offerings. It should be noted that for the purposes of this review I watched the French language version entitled Histoires Extraordinaires. This title comes from the first volume of Poe's short stories translated for a French audience by the poet Baudelaire, but when it was released in the States, it was saddled with title Spirits of the Dead, a reference to an 1927 poem of the same title by Poe. Of the two I much prefer the French title as it speaks directly to the type of tales the movie contains, stories of the extraordinary. As this film is divided into three segments with no connecting device (the American version contains narration by Vincent Price between the stories), I'm going to tackle each one individually.

First up is the Germanically titled Metzengerstein. Jane Fonda stars as Contessa Frederique de Metzengerstein, a decadent woman given to throwing grand parties filled with debauchery and sex. Next door lives the austere Baron Wilhelm Berlifitzing (Peter Fonda) who is in all ways the opposite of the Contessa. Living a quiet life, hunting and riding his horses, the Baron takes no part in his neighbor's grand lifestyle. One day while roaming in the forest separating their property, the Contessa becomes caught in a bear trap, but is freed when the Baron happens across her. Instantly smitten, the Contessa pursues the Baron, but being a moral man, he sees no future in their pairing. Lashing out, the Contessa sets the Baron's stables, containing his prized horses, on fire, and her unrequited love perishes trying to save his animals. Only one horse survives, a large black stallion that no one can control. The Contessa believes she can tame the horse, but its strong spirit, perhaps that of the Baron, becomes her undoing.

Metzengerstein was first published in 1832 in the Saturday Courier magazine, and was included in the 1864 publication of Baudelaire's translations. However the story it contains is very different than the one shown on screen. Director Roger Vadim had just completed filming on Barbarella when he was tasked with the project, and he chose to gender swap the main character from Poe's story to continue working with his previous film's star, Jane Fonda. He also injected the unrequited love story (and thank goodness it wasn't requited as Vadim cast her younger brother Peter Fonda in the role) in the place of the family rivalry of Poe's original tale. At its core, the story remains virtually the same. Both the film and the story concern one man (or woman) and their cavalier attitude toward life. As with most Poe stories, the evil are punished and we are lead to believe that the deceased have something to do with it from beyond the grave. Vadim successfully creates tension on the screen, and Jane Fonda, looking radiant, grabs the viewer with her dynamic performance.

The second tale is an adaptation of Poe's story William Wilson. Alain Delon stars as the titular character and the doppelganger who troubles his life. As the story begins, William convinces a priest to take his confession despite the fact that he is not Catholic, and he begins his tale by describing his experience at boarding school. Young William Wilson is clearly a little tyrant terrorizing all of his schoolmates, but when a new boy arrives with his same name, same face, and same manner, William's position is threatened. in the dead of the night, he attempts to strangle the new William Wilson, and for his troubles, they are both kicked out of school. Over the years, the other William Wilson always seems to be there to stop William Wilson just as he intends to do something violent,perverse, or deceptive. Finally unable to stand any further interference, William stabs his double to death, but soon finds his life in mortal jeopardy.

Published in the United States in a 1939 issue of Burton's Gentlemen's Magazine, William Wilson was the first of Poe's stories to be translated into French, making it's debut over two installments in the Parisian magazine La Quotidienne. For the film, director Louie Malle chose to emphasize William Wilson's cruel streak making him party to torture and attempted murder. Strangely, the straw that makes Wilson resolve to kill his double is being called out as a card sharp and having his fun giving a lady (Brigitte Bardot) lashes from his riders crop. (The Bardot character was completely made up in order for Malle, who introduced the world to Bardot in And God Created Women, to sex up the story.) After Vadim's rather reserved period piece, Malle's use of graphic nudity and violence allows the film as a whole to ramp up a level. However, the segment feels phoned in with Le Circe Rouge's Deleon providing the only solid portion of the film. The direction seems hasty at times, and Malle even admitted that William Wilson was the least personal of all his works. He allowed many changes to be made to appeal to mass audience in hopes it would help raise funds for his next picture, 1971's Murmur of the Heart.


The final segment of Spirits of the Dead is the most challenging and, on the surface, the least horrific of all three. However, I believe it would be the one to most appeal to Poe's wicked sensibilities. Terrence Stamp plays the titular character Toby Dammit, a British Shakespearean actor fallen on hard times due to his love affair with the bottle. In exchange for a Ferrari, he agrees to go to Italy to appear in a Western based on the return of Jesus Christ. Enduring a strange awards ceremony, Toby continues to have visions of a devilish child who he helped get back her white ball. Veering deeper into alcoholic paranoia and genuine insanity, Toby makes off with his prized car and drives with wild abandon straight into his undoing.

Toby Dammit is the only of the three tales that didn't retain Poe's original title, but it is also the segment that departs most from the source material. Poe's tale, Never Bet The Devil Your Head, is a satirical screed against morality tales and transcendentalism and was first published in 1841 in Graham Magazine. However, in the hands of Federico Fellini, Poe's story is twisted into a tale of addiction, the falseness of the entertainment industry, and artist's internal battle with demons. So in other words, the same sort of ground that the director looked at in 8 1/2 and throughout his career. The whole segment is a fevered dream, and it floats effortlessly between the absurd (Toby having his picture taken with his blond, lanky, pale stunt double who proudly states that he also doubled Tomas Milian.) to the intensely visual (Toby's wild ride, the disturbing visuals of the satanic, yet innocent, child.). In the end, Poe and Fellini come to the same conclusion in their stories, a person must have their wits about them or they are prone to lose their head. Where Poe's tale comes off like a wan joke, Fellini's film hits like a hard right. I should also mention that this is Stamp at his best, wild eyed and perfectly pitched.

While all three segments have their charms, Fellini clearly outshone the other tales. Vadim's segment lack a visual element beyond the flat, matter-of-fact shots, and Malle crafted a decent tale though it lacked spirit. Fellini chose to take Poe's tale as a launching point and then catapult the story into cosmic, philosophical territory. It should come as no surprise that while the entire film is hard to find, the Fellini segment has been split off and restored, and, in recent years, it has been hailed as a lost classic. Taken as a whole, Spirits of the Dead succeeds in giving an alternative to the heavily Gothic, dark castle Poe films of Roger Corman. Instead, Spirits of the Dead weaves Poe's morbid sensibility into the fabric of modern life, in the case of Fellini's Toby Dammit, and into the well lit Romantic and Victorian settings of Vadim and Malle. While none of the three segments give a perfect portrait of the brooding Baltimorian's stories, taken as one, they rank among this writer's favorite cinematic translations of Edgar Allan's work.


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The Halloween Top 13: The Devil Made Me Do It #6 - The Masque of Red Death (1964)

There's something magical about putting together Edgar Allen Poe and Vincent Price. It's like peanut butter and jelly, Scotch and Soda, or the Captain and Tennille, two great tastes that taste great together. Pairing them is a debt horror fans owe to director Roger Corman and the fine people over at American International Pictures. Tonight's selection on The Halloween Top 13: The Devil Made Me Do It was Corman and Price's sixth venture into the macabre world of Poe, and many say it is the high point of their collaborations. Both star and director were at the height of their powers. and with the lavishly appointed sets and powerhouse co-stars, you have to wonder if it's really the work of ....oh, I dunno....Satan! Coming in at #6, all the flaming apes, single toned rooms, and Vincent Price extolling the virtues of the "Lord of Lies" in The Masque of Red Death (1964).

Prince Prospero (Vincent Price) was an evil man before the Red Death started ravaging the village nestled in the shadow of his castle. When he uncovers the plague's existence, he gathers all his nobles within the castle walls where he promises to keep them safe and secure until the disease runs its course. He kidnaps Francesca (Jane Asher), a girl as pious in her Christianity as Prospero is in his Satanism, with the intent to break her will and bring her into his evil fold. Exposing the girl to the decadence of rich, their cruelty and torment of each other, the Prince begins to weaken her resolve. Little does he know that the coup-de-gras he has planned for his guests, a Masquerade, will also welcome an unwanted appearance by death. As this unfolds, a subplot follows Hop Toad (Skip Martin) and his love for dwarfish dancer Esmeralda (Verina Greenlaw). Offended by Alfredo (Patrick Mcgee) striking Esmeralda, Hop Toad lures the noble into a deadly game.

The Masque of Red Death is a pastiche of two of Poe's stories, "The Masque of Red Death" and "Hop Frog". Reading "The Masque", it is quickly obvious that there is no misguided love story or red hooded figure dispensing warnings to villagers. Instead it is almost entirely about mood and tone. Poe sinks the reader into Prospero's opulent world devoid of compassion or pity, and, leaving the moral to the reader, he then kills off the Prince and his party. The 1842 story runs barely five pages in my well loved Poe collection, and it's something of a credit to screenwriters Charles Beaumont ("The Twilight Zone", Brain Dead, The Intruder) and R. Wright Campbell (Man of a Thousand Faces, Alice in La La Land) they so adeptly fleshed out the tale. One of the tools they used was to include "Hop Frog" as a subplot. Condensed from the story's seven victims to just one, the tale of a mean spirited joker getting what he deserves plays perfectly against the backdrop of the decadent excesses of heartless Satanists.

Much of the credit for the film's success has to be given over to Corman and Price. Roger Corman is thought of as something of a hack, but looking at the lush color palette and the lavish sets (borrowed from the filming of Beckett), it has all the visual brilliance of Blood and Black Lace or Susperia. Corman knew how to get the right people for the job, and the film's look wasn't hindered by cinematographer and future film director Nicolas Roeg (Don't Look Now, The Man Who Fell To Earth). Corman also got some great performances out of his cast. Price is at his menacing best as the lecherous Satanist. He's so delightfully slimy that he practically oozes around the screen. Jane Asher (who was Paul McCartney's gal pal at the time and brought the then unknown (to Roger Corman) Beatle to the set) is the picture of loveliness, and her  decent into nihilistic numbness is well played and believable. The lovely Hazel Court appears as a would-be bride of Satan, but her plotline is disposable and the only part of the film that felt like padding. Skip Martin clearly has a good time playing the role of the vengeful dwarf, but it was Clockwork Orange's Patrick Mcgee who shines in their scenes. While Prospero seems the noble, refined devil worshiper, Mcgee's Alfredo seems only a hair away from being a snarling beast.

Much has been made of the meaning of Poe's story, though it seems fairly obvious to me. The rich can't hide from the problems of the poor forever. Someday, no matter how protected they feel, if nothing is done to change economic and social divisions, it will become their undoing. (Perhaps this should be the official horror selection of the "Occupy" movement.) It's interesting the screenwriters chose to cast Prospero as a Satanist because his self centered hedonistic worldview would be one shared by Anton LeVay in the Satanic Bible released five years after The Masque of Red Death. The story of "Hop Toad" also melds well with Prospero's fall. In the film, both Alfredo and Prospero are men undone by their cruelty and hubris and receive just rewards for their worship of the Lord of Lies.

That brings us to the end of another installment of The Halloween Top 13: The Devil Made Me Do It. I had a great time talking about The Masque of Red Death, but tomorrow we get down to the real nitty gritty as the Top 5 films begin to be revealed. Halloween is less than a week away, better go out and get some candy just in case the devil comes knocking on your door.

Stick around after the trailer for the next reader submitted list, this time from the Empress of Paracinema, Christine Makepeace!

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If you're not reading Paracinema Magazine and you're a fan of The Lightning Bug's Lair, then somewhere along the way the Devil has lead you astray. Get yourself back on the straight and narrow and order a copy today, but until then check out these choices the Mistress of the Paracinemist (which is similar to firmament, but more suspenseful), Christine Makepeace. 

Devils and demons... That's a pretty big umbrella, and many varied things can fall under it. I had this super creative idea to like, make a list of my favorite minions. What fun is that though? I want to talk about the big guy himself! So here are my top 5 favorite films showcasing the dude below.

Legend - Arguably the best depiction of The Devil ever placed on film.

The Devil's Advocate - Al Pacino is a wild-eyed papa Devil. This is the film that made me start to question my Pacino allegiance. I can't deny the entertainment value it provides. (Editor's Note: This)

The Omen - The Devil is a sweet wittle boy! Yes, please!

Rosemary's Baby - The Devil (it wasn't just some lowly demon, right?) rapes Mia Farrow. That pretty much says it all.

Prince of Darkness - It's not a list without some Carpenter. Here, The Devil is a liquid. Yea. That's awesome. I like my Devil to be versatile.

Instant Terror Tuesday: Two Evil Eyes (1990): Seeing is Half Believing


Hello again my dear friends and welcome back to another Instant Terror Tuesday. It’s been a little while since I’ve had a chance to talk about any of the Italian directors, but seeing as I just booked my room for Horrorhound Weekend Indianapolis 2011 where the special guest will be the great Dario Argento, I thought that I would choose between the titles on Instant Watch that I hadn’t seen yet. What lead me to decide on Two Evil Eyes was the appearance of two of my favorite actors, Barbeau and Keitel, and the fact that it was a split effort between Italy’s master of horror, Argento, and America’s, George Romero. Originally the project was conceived as an Edgar Allan Poe inspired TV series with episodes set to be directed by Argento, Romero, Michele Sovai, and Richard Stanley. When that plan fell through, a new scheme was hatched to spin the project into a film with portions by Romero, Argento, John Carpenter, and Wes Craven. When that well through it was finally paired down two Dario and George, who are two of the most hit and miss horror directors out there.


Unfortunately for Two Evil Eyes, it contains one of each, a hit and a miss. The first tale out of the gate is The Strange Case of M. Valdemar directed by Romero. The tale stars Adrienne Barbeau as Jessica Valdemar, the trophy wife of a soon to be deceased millionaire. Conspiring with his doctor, the pair hypnotized the old man and coerces him to sign papers transferring his fortunes to Adrienne. When he passes away while being mesmerized, the illicit couple tries to hide his demise until the money transfers come through. Unfortunately for them, Mr. Valdemar might not be as dead as he appears.

Romero‘s portion of the film was the miss for me. Barbeau is the center of the film, but she really stumbles through, overacting and looking quite haggard. While there are a number of impressive shots in the film (no doubt because Romero was being influenced by his Italian friend), the majority imagery looks flat and dated. If I had not known that this film was made in the late ‘80’s and released in 1990, then I would have assumed it to have been a product of the Reagan era. It doesn’t help that Barbeau and co-star Ramy Zada look like they were pulled out of the pages of The Yuppie Handbook and plastered on the screen. The story itself is well delivered with sufficient chills and a wonderful respect for the source material though personally I still prefer the 1962 telling of the story from Corman’s Tales of Terror featuring Vincent Price and Basil Rathbone. As a final note, this first segment does end on a high note with Tom “Thrill Me” Atkins showing up as a police detective.

So as I said that the film contains a hit and a miss, you can probably surmise that the hit was Argento’s portion of the film. One of the most frequently adapted of Poe’s stories has to be The Black Cat. I can think of six versions of the story right off the top of my head beginning in 1934 with the version starring Bela Lugosi and (birthday boy today) Boris Karloff. Argento’s telling centers on crime scene photographer Rod Usher played by Harvey Keitel. When his girlfriend takes in a strange, menacing black cat, Usher soon finds the feline to be a devilish menace at every turn. Finally, being able to take no more, he strangles the cat to death while photographing the deed for use in a book of photography. As in Poe‘s story, this is not the end of the cat which comes to push Usher further into madness until he kills something considerably bigger than a cat.

Unlike Romero’s dated looking first entry, Argento’s segment appears to be crisp and modern looking without the flatness that impairs the Night of the Living Dead director’s story. Instead, the trademark Argento moments are there (the swirling cameras and use of a rich color palette and interesting angles), but on top of that Argento got great performances from his actors. Harvey Keitel (Reservoir Dogs, Mean Streets) delivers on all fronts here more than making up for any shaky acting in the film thus far. Even with a silly beret perched atop his head, I was still with his character all the way. Madeleine Potter turns in some solid work as Usher’s troubled girlfriend, and Sally Kirkland (Breakheart Pass, The Sting) impresses in a very short role as a bartender who brings that cat back into Usher’s life. Special effects master Tom Savini (who headed up that department for both segments) also appears very briefly as a Poe-like killer. It should also be said that both segments feature a score by Pino Donaggio that runs the spectrum from Goblin-esque prog to jazz and classical movements. Overall it doesn’t do that much for Romero’s film but perfectly matches Argento’s portion.

Two Evil Eyes is a film that was fraught with issues trying to come to life, and some of its TV roots still show though here and there. In the end, the Argento retelling of The Black Cat saves the picture. I’m sure a fair amount of viewers have shut it off during Romero’s plodding, dated tale never to see Argento’s lushly photographed psychological tale. I’m not going to say it is a must, but if you’re seeing it on instant watch, feel free to skip over George’s first hour and get to the good stuff. I know that’s something I’ll be likely to do many times in the future. Well, that wraps it up of Instant Terror Tuesday, but stay tuned the rest of the week for more goodies. Thanksgiving is in only two days, and that means it’ll be time for the main course of Thanksgiving with Jowderowky.

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The Black Cat (1981): Lucio Fulci Gets Some Pussy

Edgar Allan Poe’s The Black Cat first came to life in 1843 when it was published in the Saturday Evening Post. Since then it has spun quite the long cinematic history beginning with a 1934 version starring Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi. Like tonight’s adaptation, it bears little resemblance to Poe’s original tale of psychological terror. (Lugosi would return to the story again in 1941 with another unfaithful version co-starring Basil Rathbone) Then in 1962 Roger Corman included the tale in his anthology film Trilogy of Terror starring Vincent Price and Peter Lorre, and it is widely regarded as a faithful rendition of the story. We’re not here to talk about films made in the States. This is “Once Upon A Time in Italy”, and when it comes to versions of The Black Cat, Italy has its share.

The first Italian riff on The Black Cat made it debut in 1972 with Sergio Martino’s lengthily titled Your Vice is a Locked Room and Only I Have the Key which occasionally was shown under the alternate title Eyes of the Black Cat. The film only has a passing connection to Poe’s story, but it still bears mentioning. The story was adapted by another big name Italian director, Dario Argento, in his 1990 film Two Evil Eyes with actor Harvey Keitel in the lead role. In between those two variations came tonight’s film, 1981’s The Black Cat (Italian: Il Gatto Nero) from director Lucio Fulci. Like most of the other films made from Poe’s short story, Fulci’s film has little to do with the original tale, but it does find the director pulling back on the gore, ramping up the tension, and using some of his trademark shots to great effect.

Professor Robert Miles (Patrick Magee) is a medium experimenting with electronic voice phenomena as a way to contact the dead and discover what lies on the other side. Apart from being creepy and having wild eyebrows, he also is the owner of an ill tempered black cat. The car is a bit more than grouchy. It has a murderous streak, and in the opening portion of the film we see it cause the death of both a driver and a pair of teens, but is it the car or the owner that is really at fault? That’s the question that haunts American photographer Jill Trevers (Mimsy Farmer), and when Scotland Yard’s Inspector Gorley (David Warbeck) comes to investigate the disappearance of the teens, the evidence begins to mount that Miles and his cat have something to do with the string of deaths plaguing the town. The real question becomes is it more dangerous for a black cat to cross your path or for your to cross its master?

Lucio Fulci stated many times that he directed this atypical film as a favor to producer Giulio Sbarigia, but I’m not sure why he would have wanted to distance himself from such a good looking and entertaining flick. While it lacks the gore of his other works, it retains an atmospheric quality that definitely felt like a Fulci film, and it also retains another hallmark of Fulci’s films, tons and tons of shots of eyes. In one particular scene, the camera moves from Macgee’s eyes to Farmer’s peepers to the cat’s for a span of almost 30 seconds. Eye shots pop up a couple more times in the film, but that sequence is so extensive that, as a Fulci fan boy, it made me chuckle a bit. The whole film is exquisitely directed and shot thanks to both Fulci and cinematographer Sergio Salvati who had worked with the director off and on since 1975’s Four of the Apocalypse. The entire film had a great look to it, and many of the shots were among the best I’ve seen in all the Fulci films I’ve viewed.

Stylistically the film is very strong, but it comes up quite short in the acting department. Veteran actor Patrick Magee, who is probably most recognized from Clockwork Orange, is the best of the bunch. From his wild eyebrows to his performance which balances on the edge but never goes over the top, I enjoyed every moment he had on screen. He exuded insanity and menace in equal doses, and both were well executed. The same cannot be said of Mimsy Farmer. She seems like a cut rate version of Tisa Farrow who had appeared in Fulci‘s previous film Zombi 2. Farmer does little other than gape at the goings on around her, and other than being a pretty face (and in my opinion more attractive than Miss Farrow), she has little to do. David Warbeck, who would work with Fulci again on The Beyond, acquits himself somewhat better, and I did enjoy some of the moments in his portrayal of the brash Scotland Yard Inspector. The only other notable performance comes from Fulci regular Al Cliver. As the head of the local police, he shares many scenes with Warbeck that elevate both of their performances, but unfortunately, his role is far smaller than I would have liked.

I really feel more conflicted about this film than I have any other Fulci film. On one hand it is a well shot film with an interesting premise and a killer score by Pino Donaggio, but on the other, it has several lackluster performances and a narrative that falls apart under the faintest inspection. In the end, The Black Cat has almost exactly as many plusses and minuses, and my grade will reflect that. However, if you’re a fan of Fulci’s work, this is definitely one you have to check out. It is a different kind of horror film than you would expect, and it almost feels like a Hammer Picture. It surely lacks the blood and guts one would expect, but Fulci had plenty of guts to direct this film in his style but without so many of the touches that his fans might expect. A black cat crossing your path is supposed to be bad luck, but in this case, it’s only a minor disappointment in a film that I really wanted to like better.

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