“And please don't you ask me if I love you” [Trash (1970)]

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Dir. Paul Morrissey

USA

Part of Videotape Swapshop’s ‘The Uncut Season’

This is my fifth and final contribution to the website Videotape Swapshop’s season on controversial films within the history of the British film classification organisation the BBFC. A film I was hesitant to rewatch, and included acquiring the wrong film in Morrissey’s loose trilogy before I finally got the right one, but nonetheless one I was grateful to see again.

Film Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/11393/trash-%E2%80%93-1970-director-paul-morrissey/

This Week... #1 (Saturday 24th November to Tuesday 27th November)

This originally was planned as another month of reviews like the Halloween 31 For 31, but instead I am deciding to combined a diary together with one of those challenges to watch 365 films each day of the year to create a weekly piece for the blog. The only rules for this feature are that –

1. The reviews will be small and not official write-ups like the other blog posts I do. If any are good films or any worth writing about, they may (hopefully) get full length posts on them later down the line.
2. Since I can usually watch two films per day, I will choose the one I would rather write about.
3. If I cannot get a film (or any other work) watched for a day, it doesn’t matter.
4. I will use this to clear through my To-Watch list, my pile of DVDs in my possession and any other lists I have. It’ll take years to clear through them, but that’s less of a concern to actually enjoying this ongoing goal.
5. These are fluff writing, little more. As long as you the reader find something in them, it doesn’t matter if they’re not fine art.

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Saturday 24^th November : La Grande Illusion (Jean Renoir, 1937)

During the First World War, two French soldiers are captured and imprisoned in a German POW camp. Several escape attempts follow until they are sent to a seemingly impenetrable fortress which seems impossible to escape from. (IMDB)

Pretty great drama from Renoir, another major director I’ve finally started digging into this year. The third act seemed disjointed from the rest of the film, but La Grande Illusion is a very interesting mix of humour, sadness and a reflection on how Europe changed after World War I. Seeing the bizarre experimental shorts on the disc he directed in the 1920s, it is amazing Renoir would transformed into one of the most esteemed realist directors from France.

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Sunday 5^th November: The Blue Angel (Josef Von Sternberg, 1930)

Immanuel Rath, an old bachelor, is a professor at the town's university. When he discovers that some of his pupils often go into a speakeasy, The Blue Angel, to visit a dancer, Lola Lola, he comes there to confront them. But he is attracted to Lola. The next night he comes again--and does not sleep at home. This causes trouble at work and his life takes a downward spiral. (IMDB)

A slow burn for me to get into, but when the main crux of the story starts to play out it starts to get very good, a very down-to-earth yet elaborately blunt story to match the titular nightclub. It is amazing to see such a young Marlene Dietrich with a much softer face and (German speaking) voice compared to her trademark drawl and commanding appearance, but her prescience makes her character far more than a mere temptress for the better of the film.

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Monday 6^th November: Pain Is... (Stephen Dwoskin, 1997) & Intoxicated By My Illness (Stephen Dwoskin, 2001)

Pain Is.. (1997): The film is just this kind wandering through the personal ways and whys of different kinds of pain in different kinds of people. Far from the academic and the medical, the film questions this phenomenon of pain. The film searches through the many levels of pain and finds it in its unique position between disaster and pleasure. Pain Is… thus plunges us instantly into the midst of controversy and the unknown. (MUBI.com)

Intoxicated By My Illness (2001): Intoxicated by My Illness (in which images photographed by several people are extensively superimposed) loosely and dreamily tracks a phase in Dwoskin's recent life that took him from medical examination to intensive care. (Luxonline.org.uk)

With shades similar to Sick: The Life & Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist (1997), director Dwoskin, disabled by polio at a young age, tackles the concept of pain in a free flowing documentary work, an essay which puts together various types of pain within a 80 minute montage. He gives no concessions to the viewer in terms of softening the content, including scenes of body modification and sado-mascochism – including himself (?), behind a camera, being treated by a dominatrix – but through interviews, poetic scenes and pre-existing footage, puts together a complex view on a complex subject. It’s incomplete but does its best to analysis the concept.

On the same DVD and following similar themes, Intoxicated By My Illness is worth adding as an additional piece. Split into two parts, this 40 minute piece is a tableau of images, following an older man in critical care in hospital, which blurs together sex and death and literally superimposes them on top of each other. There are no restrictions to the content even compared to Pain Is... – from surgery footage to a close-up of a penis being masturbated by another person – and the link is made explicit, nurses made into dominatrixes and dominatrixes into loving carers. Made on digital video, it is experimental filmmaking that can only appeal to a small audience but its willingness to push itself as it does could be learnt from in mainstream cinema.

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Tuesday 27^th November: Andy Warhol's Bad (Jed Johnson, 1977)

Hazel runs a beauty salon out of her house, but makes extra money by providing ruthless women to do hit jobs. K.T. is a parasite, and contacts Hazel looking for work when he runs out of money. She is reluctant to use him for a hit, since she prefers using women, but decides to try him on a trial basis. Meanwhile, the local cop she pays off wants an arrest to make it look like he's actually doing his job, but she doesn't want to sacrifice any of her "associates." Several other side plots are woven in, populated with characters from the sleazy side of life. (IMDB)

A peculiar mix of Paul Morrissey’s films under the Andy Warhol name like Trash (1970) and really cult, poor taste cinema. It’s mixing of long scenes of conversation with clearly unrealistic and purposely distasteful content (especially a scene involving a baby) is very unique and something I’ve yet to see in another film. if there is a potential problem it’s that keeping to a more digestible narrative compared to Morrissey’s non-horror films, despite its content, hurts its ability to be really interesting in its fluid tangents, but if you can locate it its one of the kind in the right meaning of that term.

Regan and The Devil [The Exorcist (1973)]

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Dir. William Friedkin

USA

Part of Videotape Swapshop’s ‘The Uncut Season’

This is my fourth contribution to the website Videotape Swapshop’s season on controversial films within the history of the British film classification organisation the BBFC. Probably one of the most famous horror films ever made, no real introduction was even needed for the film on the review itself. If you haven’t seen it, you should see it at least once in your life.

Film Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/11456/the-exorcist-%E2%80%93-1973-director-william-friedkin/

Reader’s Choice: Salem’s Lot (1979)

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Dir. Tobe Hooper

USA

[Selected by the Gentlemen’s Guide To Midnight Cinema forum. Check out the main website here - http://ggtmc.com/]

I was somewhat hesitant to view Salem’s Lot because it was a TV film. While television can be a great sequential art, the stereotype of typical television, especially the ‘TV movie’, can be such an uninteresting creation with its limited palette copied over countless creations and grinded out. Salem’s Lot in comparison to Tobe Hooper’s theatrical films is clearly a television work, but far from grinded out material it proved to be something a lot more hopeful immediately as it started. Adapted from a Stephen King novel, it follows a writer (David Soul) who goes to his hometown of Salem’s Lot for his vocation. Something is amiss with the Lot as disappearances and deaths by unknown circumstances become more apparent, while a man named Richard K. Straker (James Mason) now occupies the main house of the town, the Marsten House, which has a bloody history and for the writer is a construct of pure evil. Paradoxically a single three hour film and two feature length parts that create one single work, Salem’s Lot has to operate within the structure of television, such as the many fades-to-black that would be where the ad breaks would be, but unlike something like The Stand (1994) adaptation, which after its brilliant opening credits is all the worst aspects of a ‘TV movie’ for five hours, Salem’s Lot feels more carefully made and with a richly simplistic story. Length is not necessarily a good thing, but three hours allows the characters to be fleshed out and the sense of overwhelming tension grows as the threat to the town starts to take over. In terms of actors the general level of the cast is excellent and helps the material perfectly, not taking into account the prescience of James Mason and his distinctly gentle yet sinister vocal intonations. There’s even a small role from Elisha Cook Jr., who is synonymous with pulpy black-and-white cinema for me.

Despite its structure, and being part of Stephen King’s created world, the work still exhibits a great deal that is distinct to Tobe Hooper as well. Not only is he a criminally underrated film director, usually dismissed for only contributing The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) to genre cinema, but the most intrinsic aspect of his films is a heightened intensity that is entirely his. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is legendary for this virtue but it continues on in other films in Hooper’s filmography, from the artificial sets and bleeding colours of Eaten Alive (1977) to the terrorisation of a peaceful family within Poltergeist (1982). When it builds up, Salem’s Lot shows the same intensity, not straying too far from the conventions of its main concept, but playing it up for maximum creepy effect and throwing some effective jump scenes at me without reducing itself to just repeating them. The length, put together so every scene provides something to the story and mood, allows it to grow in its horror content far more greatly than most ninety minute films, while also having a fantastical edge that is refreshing when this sort of television work, especially now, can be creatively rudimentary. It doesn’t feel like a typical ‘TV movie’ either, made with elegance in terms of look and slowed pace, richness to the look of the film even before the supernatural aspects intervene into the narrative. I was absolutely happy when Salem’s Lot was not only good but exceeded my expectations further. The hesitance with television work for me feels justified as, with the exception of televised animation from Japan, the medium is usually an excuse for copying the same lifeless creation and look ad nauseum. A work like Salem’s Lot, even if it had to still concern itself with its origins despite the advertisements that cut between it no longer existing, proves otherwise to this. Stephen King only really succeeds if the director or a key creative voice in the adaptation brings their distinct mindset to the material too. Someone like Mick Garris, who directed that adaptation of The Stand and a few others is the wrong sort of person even if he is more faithful to the source books; Brian De Palma and Stanley Kubrick are the people needed and Tobe Hooper succeeds with his adaptation too. 

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Warm Pierced Heart [Sick: The Life & Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist (1997)]

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Dir. Kirby Dick

USA

Part of Videotape Swapshop’s ‘The Uncut Season’

At the beginning of October, I was contacted by the website Video Swapshop to write reviews for them. This is my third contribution of a season on the site to coincide with the British Film Institution’s screening of controversial films within the history of the British film classification organisation the BBFC. This documentary was one I have wanted to see for years since hearing about it, and meant a lot to have finally done so.

Film Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/11382/sick-the-life-death-of-bob-flanagan-supermasochist-1997-director-kirby-dick/

A Film Within A Film [Belly of the Beast (2003)]

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Dir. Siu-Tung Ching

Canada-Hong Kong-United Kingdom

A film like this matches the erratic nature of the blog, if anyone does go on to watch it, or already have prior to reading this review, in that it proves that the least expected sources, the bad as well as good, can possess some unique marks to them if scrutinised. The story of Belly of the Beast is not that surprising, an ex-CIA agent (Steven Seagel) going to Thailand when his daughter is kidnapped and staging a one-man army against the perpetrators. Very much like many of Seagal’s straight-to-video work, if not some of the earlier cinema releases as well, an incident sets off Seagal going to an unknown country or environment and getting justice, tackling criminals, corrupt cops, terrorists and many other archetypes of evil in action cinema, a genre which is both plagued and gifted with the fact that repetition within its films can happen continually, either allowing a beautiful synchronicity between multiple films from different sources or a really dull ninety minutes or so for many of them.  The fact that made this look like it would be the former instead was the director being Siu-Tung Ching, who made A Chinese Ghost Story (1987), and as I will elaborate on later has a tonally shifting nature to all the films of his I’ve seen that is uniquely his.

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For the first half of the film, Belly of the Beast is pretty generic and tedious. Seagal is an unfortunate case of someone who, even if I want to avoid laughing at him, has ended up swallowing his own hype without realising that his professional work have lost the punch that would have backed up his ego and made him king of straight-to-video action section of cinema, maybe even giving him roles in films that go theatrically again beyond a small performance in Machete (2010). Many of them effectively end up as the continuations of Seagal’s sole directorial effect On Deadly Ground (1994), centring himself in the core of the film, instead of merely being the protagonist, without the visceral or charismatic factor that would be needed, and he possessed, to make it work; the problem with the straight-to-DVD films is that at least Seagal was trying to make a sincere message film in On Deadly Ground, putting his heart into it, even if it was horribly sanctimonious. Belly of the Beast – such a cruel choice of title considering the jokes made at the expense of Seagal’s age over the years – suffers from what most Western martial art films enforce to their own detriment despite a Chinese director who also does the fight choreography. Having to contend with Seagal’s decreased agility, the film has to push forward even more the terrible tendency of filtering fight scenes through techniques such as slow motion and rapid editing. Hong Kong cinema in its heyday used techniques like this heavily too, but it was to amplify the fighting as it was depicted, usually shown with the camera back, in full takes, to show the movements instead of close-up and cut into multiple images. The breaking up of scenes, not just those involving combat, in Belly of the Beast, not taking into account the flashbacks to scenes from earlier in the film to remind you of what happened, smooths the movie to the point it exhibits little to stand out and be visible. It leaves you with the plodding clichés of the script which cannot sustain itself.

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The second half, even if the film is still bad, shows what could have been though. While the strands are introduced in the beginning and were probably contributed by the scriptwriter, the director in the few films of his I have seen, even when he is co-directing with Johnnie To, has a tendency to create movies which have drastically changing tangents that are unexplained or jolt from what was before. A Chinese Ghost Story is full of them be manages to wrangle them into a consistent whole that is very successful. Belly of the Beast however feels as if Siu-Tung was bored with the first half and leapt on the supernatural and lurid aspects that came crashing in the plot as it progresses. He tries his best to make Seagal a full blown onscreen juggernaut, with extensive use of wire-fu techniques and body doubles, but attempting to make him a full blown character from a Hong Kong film fails because of his physical limits and the straightjacket that the more Western directorial style creates around itself. Then, with Buddhism and black magic involved on the good and bad sides as if I’ve ended up in the same world as The Boxer’s Omen (1983) again, and the vague potential of a kinky sexual edge that dies when it goes back to its 15 certificate action scenes, it shifts to the more ridiculous. It’s befuddling, as it mismatches the nu-metal scored tone of the rest of the film, the comfortable yet redundant world of Seagal’s straight-to-video work briefly assaulted by the skirmish of something that would have been fare better if it was allowed full control over the material. Sadly another problem with some of the Seagal films is that rewatches diminish their quality; I liked On Deadly Ground until I rewatched it, and after three viewings within these two years of Belly of the Beast, it’s gotten worse, its erratic nature devoured by the lameness of the tone of the whole film set in the first half. It doesn’t have the ridiculous eighties/early nineties tone of Hard To Kill (1990), which did survive a rewatch, or the grime of Out For Justice (1991) which may get a lot better on a second viewing. I still want to watch more of Seagal’s work but even his theatrically released work losses it charm on multiple viewings, Seagal not really the kind of action hero who really provokes any passion to him except those rare cases where everything works. Belly of the Beast was prolonged for me to write about and make available online in some way or so because it was an example where the comfortably lazy type of Seagal film was rebelled against, briefly twisted the conventions he always brings with him in these films. It sadly didn’t succeed, but the markings in the film were fascinating to ponder about even if Belly of the Beast will never been actively viewed again.

It also enforces the fact that I prefer Jean-Claude Van Damme, although that is a topic for another day to look into.

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Chilled Monkey Brains [Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984)]

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Dir. Steven Spielberg

USA

Part of Videotape Swapshop’s ‘The Uncut Season’

At the beginning of October, I was contacted by the website Video Swapshop to write reviews for them. This is my second contribution of a season on the site to coincide with the British Film Institution’s screening of controversial films within the history of the British film classification organisation the BBFC. It’s also the most mainstream film I’ve written about so far, which changed how I usually write in a very interesting way for me.

Film Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/11213/indiana-jones-and-the-temple-of-doom-1984-director-steven-spielberg/

Cold Steel Flesh [Crash (1996)]

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Dir. David Cronenberg

Canada-United Kingdom

Part of Videotape Swapshop’s ‘The Uncut Season’

At the beginning of October, I was contacted by the website Video Swapshop to write reviews for them. This film is part of a season for this month to coincide with the British Film Institution’s screening of controversial films within the history of the British film classification organisation the BBFC. Along with reviews written by me, there will be others by one of the site’s other writers Rich, so I recommend keeping an eye on the Swapshop page regularly this month as well.

Film Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/11237/crash-%E2%80%93-1996-director-david-cronenberg/

“See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.” [Magical Mystery Tour (1967)]

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Dirs. Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, John Lennon and Bernard Knowles                             

United Kingdom

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My knowledge of The Beatles is slight, yet to hear all of their key albums and songs, but even to a layman the drastic change Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (1967) was for a band who came to stardom for songs like I Want To Hold Your Hand is obvious. Reviled by many when it was shown on Boxing Day 1967, Magical Mystery Tour would have made it even more obvious what The Beatles’ shift in musical experimentation and psychedelia would lead to. Taking the form of an hour long combination of fictional travelogue, fairy tale narration by Paul McCartney, bizarre sketches, surreal combinations and proto-music videos, the film is a catalogue of vignettes following a tour through alternative England and seaside done in good honest English fun.

As a short television work it is desperately erratic, a jumble of ideas that vaguely resembles a Monty Python sketch or two at times but with a whimsical and naive tone that only has a few bites to it – the vehicle race where its shown vicars are cheats and poor sportsmen, to a striptease performed alongside The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band. It is the kind of quaint weirdness the English are well known for if a lot more ramshackle in tone, everything from scenes of The Beatles as wizards with high voices to a predecessor of Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life (1983) and Mr. Creosote with a restaurant sequence of spaghetti being shovelled onto a dining table (made even odder by half the reoccurring cast being in their underwear only) feeling as it is was heavily improvised and a lark for those involved. That it is as much a celebration of traditional British culture too, from the footage inside the tour bus  to the end sequence set to Your Mother Should Know, matched to this nose tweaking manages to show a contradicting but peculiar aspect common in Britain, turning our culture upside down yet still being reverential to it.

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It is as much about the music too. It has great soundtrack with iconic songs, and while Magical Mystery Tour is a flawed piece in the career of the band, it does feed into the development of the music video as well. Blue Jay Way is the closest to this, almost coming off as an attempted replication of a Kenneth Anger short in its superimposition and abstract images; it’s not as rigorous as an Anger short, and is far more closer to music videos that bombard the viewer with random but striking images, but it adds a background that must have influenced music videos later on. The music sequence that works the best though, shown on the EP album and all the promotional material for the film, is the only existing performance of I Am The Walrus that, while not as technically complicated, manages to suit the song perfectly. Intentionally written as gibberish by John Lennon, the song’s interpretation is fittingly barking in its strangeness, if not for Lennon and the band in animal costumes, or for the egghead capped men walking onscreen in a white yoke costume together, but for four policemen high above in the corner of the screen, shuffling side-to-side in unison on the same spot, the most subversive image of the whole project and far more effective than anything else in Magical Mystery Tour.

It is a film for fans of The Beatles and the curious only. Even in its short length it will not have the attraction some viewers need to engage with it unless they enjoy the music and silliness of it all. It doesn’t completely work, and the hostile reactions to it from that first screening are completely understandable, but to think a major musical band like The Beatles made this is fascinating. It is certainly as much of a lark for the viewer as it was for those who created it if you are willing to forgive its inherent flaws.

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Halloween 31 For 31: Directory of Film Reviews

The following are all the pieces of the Halloween 31 For 31 project for October 2012:

Halloween 31 For 31: The Introduction - link here

Film #1 (Monday 1st October) – Footprints On The Moon

Film #2 (Tuesday 2nd October) – Them

Film #3 (Wednesday 3rd October) – The Guyver: Dark Hero

Film #4 (Thursday 4th October) – The Fall of the House of Usher

Film #5 (Friday 5th October) – Bad Taste

Film #6 (Saturday 6th October) – Igodo: The Land of the Living Dead

Film #7 (Sunday 7th October) – Kill List

Film #8 (Monday 8th October) – Detention

Film #9 (Tuesday 9th October) – Halloween III: Season of the Witch

Film #10 (Wednesday 10th October) – Tokyo Zombie

Film #11 (Thursday 11th October) – Night of the Bloody Apes

Film #12 (Friday 12th October) - [Review Will Be Added FInally At Some Point]

Film #13 (Saturday 13th October) – Little Otik

Film #14 (Sunday 14th October) – The Hands of Orlac

Film #15 (Monday 15th October) – Ginger Snaps

Film #16 (Tuesday 16th October) – Perfect Blue

Film #17 (Wednesday 17th October) – Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome

Film #18 (Thursday 18th October) – Vampyr

Film #19 (Friday 19th October) – The Boxer’s Omen

Film #20 (Saturday 20th October) – Body Melt

Film #21 (Sunday 21st October) – The Fall of the House of Usher

Film #22 (Monday 22nd October) – StageFright: Aquarius

Film #23 (Tuesday 23rd October) – Corpse Bride

Film #24 (Wednesday 24th October) – Blood Feast

Film #25 (Thursday 25th October) – The Living Dead Girl

Films #26 a) and b) (Friday 26th October) – Godzilla Vs. Megalon & Godzilla Vs. Hedoran

Film #27 (Saturday 27th October) – Central Bazaar

Film #28 (Sunday 28th October) – Dreams That Money Can Buy

Work #29 (Monday 29th October) – Hellsing

Film #30 (Tuesday 30th October) – Ravenous

Film #31 (Wednesday 31st October) – Halloween

Epilogue and The Hangover Afterwards

Halloween 31 For 31: Epilogue and the Hangover Afterwards

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