Livid (2011)

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Inside is probably my favourite horror movie from the past ten years or so which is why I’ve been eagerly anticipating watching Livid and hastily putting it off.

Now this is a much different movie to Inside and I love that the filmmakers went in a new direction to show off a different shade. It’s much more of a dark fantasy film than balls-to-the-wall horror. By no means am I the only viewer to note similarities to the work of Guillermo del Toro but it does exist in the same monster-sympathetic fairy tale universe that films like Cronos and The Devil’s Backbone unfold in. It’s a very dark film but also poetic and unusual.

Perhaps the most surprising thing about Livid is the way it slowly turns into a (SPOILER ALERT) vampire movie and avoids practically all of the traditional elements that define a vampire movie. The design is beautiful and the moments of grand guignol sometimes evoke renaissance paintings. That being said, the logic behind a lot of the more fantastical elements are questionable and feel like they’re in service of the film’s aesthetic rather than the story and mythology. The characters become a bit of a blur early on and you soon realise that the only reason you’re sticking with the film is to see how far the filmmakers are going to take you and not necessarily because you give a shit about the people on screen. But no matter, that’s more than can be said of a lot of horror films.

Maybe if Inside hadn’t been such a bracing and unrelenting experience I would see Livid in a much kinder light, or maybe I’d see it in a much harsher one? I know what these filmmakers are capable of and Livid reveals new colour to their palette. It’s not essential viewing like Inside but I think anyone who stumbles upon this movie will find things to get off on.

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Phenomena (1985)

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Every October I make an effort to tick off at least one new-to-me Dario Argento movie to celebrate Halloween and this year’s entry is Phenomena. Now, much like every other post-70s Argento movie it’s a severely mixed bag. No matter how muddy the films get though, I never get the sense that Argento stopped trying to be innovative and audacious with his ideas. It just feels like his ideas and ambition stopped paying off at a certain time. The execution and surrounding elements stopped gelling together in the way they did in films like Bird with the Crystal Plumage, Suspiria, Deep Red and Tenebrae.

Phenomena has some interesting stuff – lots of vivid ideas regarding telepathy and insects, a few stand-out murder set-pieces and the occasional glorious moment of WTF-ness – but it still falls short of being memorable and satisfying. There are lots of reoccurring Argento motifs but can’t help but feel a bit tired and repetitive. The all-girls school Jennifer Connelly’s character attends, for instance, is nowhere near as atmospheric and memorable as the ballet school in Suspiria. There are some cringe-worthy splashes of 80s thrash metal on the soundtrack too which dates the film terribly. Again though, I sense this was an attempt on Argento’s part to make a film that was relevant and hip as opposed to cheesy and drab. Using Goblin in Suspiria paid off, using Motorhead here does not.

There’s some novelty value in the casting. It’s fun to see Connelly so early in her career and Donald Pleasance shows up to do his usual 80s thing of being an elderly expert on something. One or two Argento regulars pop up as well namely his ex-wife and Asia’s mother Daria Nicolodi. Apparently this is the film that firmly put the nail in the coffin of their relationship. I can’t say I disliked Phenomena as Argento’s craft always gives me a bit of a buzz, even when his decisions are misjudged but I can’t say I loved it either. A minor B-side for the Italian master of suspense that I might get some replay value out of in the future.

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Basket Case 3 (1992)

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I can definitely appreciate Frank Henenlotter’s commitment to celebrating the freakazoids in life but neither of his Basket Case sequels manage to capture the beautiful simplicity of his original. That being said, I like that Henenlotter went in a completely different direction with Part 2 and 3 and tried to blow up the Dwayne and Belial mythology to ridiculous proportions. There’s lots of “fuck it, why not?” fun to be had here including a nutty musical number and a wacky massacre in a police station. Sadly the film never amounts to a cohesive whole and feels more like a compilation of gross-out gags. Gotta love this crazy gang though and if Henenlotter ever comes out of retirement with a Basket Case 4 I’ll be there.

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The Blood on Satan’s Claw (1971)

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Similar to Witchfinder General in that the whole thing breezed over me and inspired the occasional “that’s cool” but ultimately left no real impact on me. Many of these 70s British horror flicks feel so dated and stale to me even though I can appreciate their firey, witchy appeal. Lots of weird sights and sounds in Blood on Satan’s Claw and that title is worthy of a star alone. Anyway, as hard as I try, I still haven’t seen a 70s folk horror movie that rivals the spell of The Wicker Man.

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Madman (1982)

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I always remember seeing the Anchor Bay DVD cover of Madman when I was in my early teens and knew I’d have to watch it one day. This was back when I was on a strictly all-horror movie diet and only needed a title font oozing blood to draw me in. Finally, with Arrow’s newly minted blu-ray release, I’ve been able to scratch it off the watchlist.

Sadly the film isn’t really worth the wait. Maybe if I had seen Madman when I was younger I would have enjoyed it a lot more but looking at it through these older, harder-to-please eyeballs I can only see a boringly formulaic 80s slasher flick. Famously inspired by the same Cropsey legend that the Weinstein’s adapted into The Burning, the producers of Madman quickly rejigged the concept and the antagonist became Madman Marz; a bland and forgettable mish-mash of maskless Jason Vorhees and any other burly backwoods slasher psycho.

There’s so little to grasp onto here, no moments of true visceral filmmaking or terror. It does have that 80s cheapie horror flick charm but as I’ve seen so many of them over the years (and over the past few weeks) it just wasn’t enough to sustain my interest. Even Dawn of the Dead actress Gaylen Ross wouldn’t lend her name to the film and instead appears as Alexis Dubin. So middle of the road and average it hurts. At least the poster looks cool.

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Frankenhooker (1990)

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After watching (and loving) Frank Henenlotter’s Basket Case last year I knew I would get round to checking out more of his work eventually. Frankenhooker is very much in keeping with the spirit of that earlier film with it’s combination of outrageous body-horror and clever comedy. It would be easy to write this movie off as a stupid idea but Henenlotter is much smarter than that. The film is very self-aware and uses it’s silly trappings to it’s advantage. I mean, just look at the set-up: A poor sap’s girlfriend gets chopped up in a horrific lawnmower accident so he decides to reanimate her using severed limbs from dead hookers. How could anyone try to make that movie with a straight face?

There’s stuff in Frankenhooker you won’t see anywhere else. One sequence featuring a room full of naked hookers exploding after ingesting batch of super-crack (yes you read that correctly) is among the most entertaining few minutes of B-movie nirvana I’ve ever seen. The production value might be quite shoddy but like Basket Case, the ideas behind the visuals make the rubbery execution even more charming. Where else are you going to see a table full of severed tits used as a sight gag? Patty Mullen’s performance as the titular Frankenhooker is terrific too. Is it weird to find a dead hooker sexy? Somehow, she makes it feel right. Watching her shuffle through 90s New York’s sleazy underbelly, her face twisted with electricity, feels somewhat iconic for trash cinema. And so it should be.

I really enjoyed Frankenhooker. It’s such a blast to sit through and one of the highlights of my Halloween viewing for 2015. Much smarter than it’s silly and gimmicky title would have you believe. Plus the original poster famously boasts an approving quote from Bill Murray. If it’s good enough for Bill Murray then it’s good enough for anyone with taste.

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The Curse of Downers Grove (2015)

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The Curse of Downers Grove is a pretty dull and toothless teen horror flick that only caught my attention due to Bret Easton Ellis being on script duties. It has an intriguing set-up involving the titular curse that somehow gets sidetracked in favour of a story about a girl being tormented by an obsessed schoolmate. The performances are terribly run-of-the-mill and the direction flat and uninspired. Barely anything about this movie registers. Ellis’ cynical words sometimes pop through but I get the sense this was either changed heavily from his original script or he simply took the job for the money. One big slab of meh.

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Cobain: Montage of Heck (2015)

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Cobain: Montage of Heck works best as a visual representation of Kurt Cobain’s psyche and darkest, inner thoughts. Frequently accompanied by journal entries, sketches, poems, old family photos, spoken word extracts and intimate home movies the film has a lot of treasures to share. Candid insights from members of his family and personal friends are enlightening (Courtney Love is shockingly open and frank) and sometimes harrowing (the recollections of Cobain’s first sexual encounter are like something out of a Nick Cave song) but the film goes a long way to fill in the blanks only hinted at by Cobain’s art without destroying the mystique.

Those looking for more of a sensationalist approach will be disappointed. The film ends abruptly with Cobain’s death and is more fascinated by the demons that haunted him while he was alive rather than the fallout of his suicide. Key figures like Dave Grohl and daughter Frances Bean are suspiciously absent. Maybe it comes down to mere availability (in Grohl’s case) or respect (in Frances’) but you can’t help but feel like the film would be more definitive were their voices included.

I enjoyed director Brett Morgan’s approach for the most part. As I said above, it’s more a collage of Cobain’s consciousness than a straight-forward tell-all but the materials sometimes reach new meaning with this presentation. Slowed down clips of the “Smells Like Teen Spirit” video set to a choral rendition of the song, for example, manage to become the film’s most haunting moment. Despite this, the film tends to ramble at times, though I imagine hardcore Cobain enthusiasts will cherish every minute, and all to rarely delivers a real punch. I enjoyed it and appreciated the intimacy of it, but as just a casual Nirvana fan I can’t see myself going back to this much in the future.

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Angel-A (2005)

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Had this on the old watchlist for a long time. Ten years to be specific! As a Besson fan I knew I had to get there eventually and here we are. Now, its not the greatest film ever made, nor is it close to being Besson’s best but it is unmistakably a Luc Besson film. Angel-A fees like another chapter in a grand collection of stories that show us Besson’s Paris. In this film more than the others, it feels like a fairy tale dream world. It’s more of a visual poem than the thrilling cinema Besson is usually renowned for but it’s interesting to see him operate in an unexpected key.

Unfolding almost predominately at night in grand locations rendered in luxurious monochrome, the in-your-face beauty of the film is both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes it looks like a painting, other times it looks like an extended Dior perfume ad. Besson has always had a light touch and I find this refreshing in a climate of movies where everything is often pitched to the bleakest possible setting. Angel-A is a magical love story and rarely tries to be anything else.

The central pair of Jamel Debbouze and striking model Rie Rasmussen actually work really well together. The contrived nature of their relationship gets tedious in parts and the way the film constantly looks at Rasmussen with swooning, puppy-dog eyes also gets tiresome but I stayed with it. I enjoyed their dynamic and the film’s floaty, loved up atmosphere more or less sustains interest for most of the run time. Most.

When all is said and done though, Angel-A remains a minor film mainly because there isn’t enough meat on the bone. It felt overlong to me and stretched too thinly. I get the sense it could have worked better as a 20 minute short film (or a five minute Dior perfume ad…) but I’m happy to finally fill in this blank of Besson’s filmography. He’s very hit and miss but he has an eclectic and entertaining body of work behind him at this point. Angel-A might not have aged well or even gained any extra relevance in the ten years since it’s release but as a poor-man’s genre-tinged take on Wings of Desire, it’s not too bad.

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Margot at the Wedding (2008)

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I’d never call myself a Noah Baumbach fan but his films always impress me. Margot at the Wedding seems to have faded into the shadows of Greenberg, Frances Ha and his other recent works but it’s easily one of his most accomplished efforts. The film showcases Baumbach’s gift for writing fuck-ups and oddballs in a deeply humane and emotional way. The film is laser focused and mainly consists of people talking in rooms but, as with all of Baumbach’s work, he uses his limited canvas to find the big things in the little ones. The film is about fractured relationships and crumbling family values as much as it is a farce about a misjudged wedding weekend. Along the way Baumbach wrings unexpected performances out of his cast, notably Nicole Kidman and Jack Black who both deliver some of their most nuanced and complex work to date.

Kidman is known for her heavyweight abilities and has enjoyed a leading-lady career that can comfortably zig-zag from big to small scale at any given time but Black’s track record is much murkier. His heightened acting style and mad tinge has often kept him in high-concept comedies or slightly off-kilter blockbuster fare and rarely is he given the chance to add texture to a character rooted in reality. His work in Margot at the Wedding was the film’s true revelation for me. He taps into the sadder side of his physicality and mannerisms and uses it to his advantage. I found his character to be charming, believable and tragic all at the same time. I realised that hes a much better actor than many give him credit for. This film, along with Bernie, released five years later, should really set an example for him moving forward. Kidman too seems to thrive on Baumbach’s words and her glamorous celebrity image is jettisoned in favour of more dowdy, earthy shades. For anyone who, like me, enjoys films that make their beautiful stars look normal, Margot at the Wedding totally delivers.

The movie looks great too. Shot by the legendary Harris Savides, there is an unexpected murkiness to the image. It almost looks like you’re watching the film through a fish-tank full of dirty water – but it’s stunning! It reaches almost dogme levels of grungy naturalism and, as is often the case with Savides’ work, manages to be beautiful while trying for the complete opposite.

In time Margot at the Wedding might go down as being my favourite Noah Baumbach movie. I’m surprised how little it has been championed in the eight years since it’s release, especially considering the enlightening work from all of the star power involved and how Baumbach seems to have ascended to indie demigod over the past few years. It’s a wonderful little film, intimately focused with a savage comedy bite. I liked it a lot.

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