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The Void (2017) Trailer

This has been slowly garnering some brutal buzz, as a modern Lovecraft interstellar eldritch horror in the vein of early Carpenter or Cronenberg. Pun intended;



BFI Cult Season – Society (1989)

society1I think I’ve been a little too easy on you of late gentle reader, there has been far too much emphasis on family friendly blockbusters and prestigious cinema classics over the past few months, this sweaty summer weather makes me feel like getting dirty and dragging you all down with me. The impetus to see Brian Yuzna’s body horror satire Society copulates from three sources, the first imperative a strange appetite I had for seeing some horror of any ilk, like I said I’ve become a little exasperated with wholesome storytelling and heroics of late and with the next films on my agenda being the Fantastic Four reboot, Pixar’s Inside Out (or ‘oh, is that the bio-pic of the dog from The Thing? as the CHUD guys amusingly queried) and MI:V this innocent trend is set to continue. The materialization of the film on the BFI’s cult movie programme therefore pricked my curiosity, aligned with the fact that the GGtMC guys, the hosts of one of the most respected and long-running cult movie podcasts serendipitously covered the film as part of last weeks broadcast, and their musings and observations further intensified my terrible intent. Finally I’ve just started reading this and while Herzog may seem an incongruous choice allow me to elaborate – I’ll cover the book in detail as part of my continuing season but one core element of the 700+ page tome is the urge to follow your instincts and inquisitive drive, so after an unproductive weekend lounging around the flat I just thought sod it, I’m gonna take in a double bill at the BFI and all sense and sensibility be damned. That’s just how I roll sometimes man, like some turbo-charged maverick who simply doesn’t follow the rules, throwing caution to the wind like some delinquent debutante.

societyAs a misshapen antidote to the preening emotional insecurities of John Hughes oeuvre Society follows the neurosis of preppy and privileged  high school student Bill Whitney, played with incredulous inefficiency by the sorcerously monikored Billy Warlock, acting the son to an extraordinarily wealthy Los Angeles family. Although he wants for no financial strain and sports the best threads, vehicles and sporting equipment a young man could want poor Billy is deeply unsatisfied, feeling like an outsider and alien to his inordinately satisfied parents and cheerleading siren sister (Connie Danese). These neurotic malfunctions begin to manifest as strange, contorted hallucinations of his peers and kin being warped and melded creatures from a Lovecraftian nightmare, a surreal vision of contortionist catastrophe beyond any sanity supporting limit of human endurance. The paranoia intensifies as some of his less privileged school friends mutter darkly of strange rituals and transgressive séances within the community, only for them to end up dead in some strangely convoluted accidents. It’s Cronenberg goes to high school,  or maybe Heathers goes to hell, although the latter is a much finer expose of the rituals and insecurities of teenage turbulence. Instead Society is impregnated within a wider picture of social horror, the urge to fit in and function while one’s hormones are ‘jack-hammering like a Jock’s heart on prom night’ as Ash might say, to confirm within one’s own class and strata or be damned for the consequences…..

society5If I do say so myself (and fuck any false modesty) I’ve probably made the film sound far more slithering and effective than it actually is, but given the circumstances of its production the movie  gets a modest pass. Society is striving for the Lyncian nightmare nestling beneath the white picket fences and warm apple pies cooling on the window sill, almost Ballardian in its intent if not in tone, as this is a film with a potent premise which is hamstrung by some budgetary blunders and directorial inexperience. There’s a kernel of a good film here but the execution is more ‘C’ movie than even ‘B’ movie, but you can’t fault debutante Brian Yuzna as his mischievous heart is in the right place – he’s playing this one for gruesome grins rather than ghastly groans. For crepuscular chills you’ll need to look further afield for a genuine pricking of the hackles, as Yuzna’s approach seems to be to ladle some dark and moody lighting, dutch-angled camera displacement and a ‘menacing’ soundtrack to equal spine-chilling terror, when in fact the only horror is some truly insipid and nonsensical dialogue tumbling from the teenage casts woeful mouths. It would be charitable to suggest that these affectations are intended, that the film is designed as a wooden parody of your Beverley Hills 90210, Saved By The Bell and other late Eighties teen-dramas, but quite frankly I just think that the filmmakers just didn’t have the sophistication for witty writing or for moulding a competent acting performance, but as with many cult films these failures seed the film with a strange, amateurish charm. When the film lurches into its final notorious contortions then it does, well, burst into life, with some gloopy prosthetics and slime designs supplied by the amusingly named Screaming Mad George. Even with that colourful name he ain’t no Rob Bottin or Rick Baker but the sequence largely holds up, it is this metaphorical massacre which has echoed throughout the ages and awarded the film some sort of  noxious notoriety, serving as the main marketing hook when it was publicised in the likes of Fangoria, Starburst and the rest of the entrail attuned press back in the day.

society4The film is absolutely ripe for a remake, and I’m sure I heard rumours of such predictable activity, however a quick scourge of the interwebs yields little evidence. Is there a more pregnant contemporary horror metaphor that the rich leeching from the poor, or of the young sacrificed to maintain the status quo? Throw in some Bohemian Grove, Skull & Bones Ivy League conspiracy theorist texture and the damn thing writes itself, and you could easily raise, what, $5 to $10 million seed funding I reckon. Maybe hire Bret Eastern Ellis to take a screenplay pass for some elite school debauchery kudos, hire Greg Nicotero for costume and creature SFX and rope in Eli Roth or Ti West on helmsman duties. If you wanna real stir the controversy up then hire some wholesome mouseketeer types (or the modern equivalent), young fresh-faced starlets of the sort that were in Spring Breakers and you’ve got yourself a modest little hit as long as you maintain the 1% metaphor to keep the intellectuals happy, and expose enough bare flesh and pulsating protrusions to keep the teenagers and gore hounds satiated. Although Society has dated fairly badly and was never entirely corpulent to begin with I still recommend a Blu-Ray watch, it has just been reissued in a handsome set  which is dripping with ichorous extras, and as the GGTMC guys observed it’s an ideal double-bill with Larry Cohen’s The Stuff or maybe even Carpenters They Live for a duo-fix of consumerist charged commentary. Next up I’ll be plumping the depths of 1970’s Hollywood neo-noir, until then you’d best get prepared for the ‘shunting’, the absolute summit soirée of the season;

At The Mountains Of Meekness

Jesus Fucking Christ – and people wonder why I dislike children. I thought that article I posted a while ago concerning the timidity of Hollywood and the current courting of the kiddie dollar was a little too cynical but this seems to happen with a depressing frequency these days. What does it take to make a mainstream film for adults? How about an Oscar nominated director? The producer of the TWO biggest films in history? An A list star?* An admittedly small but loyal fan base (I’m speaking of horror movies in general and Lovecraft, and I’m not even that big a fan of that Miskatonic racist)? Or a does a  combination of all four STILL not convince the pathetic purse holders? All these remakes and ‘safe’ franchises are really beginning to grate – I am fucking sick to death of Superhero movies, I really am – that imminent Thor movie? Don’t care. Captain America? Don’t care. X-Men kindergarten? Really. Don’t. Care.  Green fucking Lantern? Have you seen that trailer? It looks absolutely terrible and if most of the well-respected movie blogs of the States are to be believed (I know, I know) it generated laughter when it screened around Christmas time.  Cinema is a broad church and there is a place for all this stuff, but let’s have some mainstream mayhem for people born during the Cold War as well please? Is that too much to ask?

Here’s an intelligent, terrific and lengthy article on the Del Toro dude, I was kind of saving it until Mountains was green-lit but here we are – beware though, there are SERIOUS SPOILERS for the film buried in the text, including his vision for the very last scene (which made me mouth a silent ‘Wow’ when I first read it) which may survive intact if another studio grows a pair and this actually gets picked up. And you all 3D haters out there? Go fuck a duck. Seriously. Yes, most 3D movies have been poor and whilst it had its shortcomings as a mainstream movie experience, as a spectacle which is unquestionably what Del Toro is aiming for then Avatar was a terrific piece of work, clichéd script and predictable plot n’ all – I doubt that Mountains would achieve much more. Whilst I’m in rant mode what about the fourteen, fifteen and sixteen years olds that are twatting about these days? Aren’t they gluing on false moustaches and developing deep voices to bewilder the age police at the cinema ticket booth? What are they doing – taking their dates to see a Shakespeare re-imagining with Garden Gnomes? Let me stress that – Fucking Garden Gnomes? As other observers have remarked that atrocity looks like a ‘joke’ film you’d see a poster for in a Will Ferrell picture. Is this what the world has come too? Jesus, when I was growing up it was a rite of passage to get through a triple bill of Cannibal HolocaustThe House By The Cemetery and Nightmares In A Damaged Brain – kids today eh? What a bunch of fucking pussies.  The only silver lining today, cinematically speaking, is that I just got an invite to a press screening of this down in deepest Soho. I’ve never actually been in a ‘legendary’ Wardour Street screening hovel so that could be an adventure….

*Yeah, I know his star wattage has waned recently but he’s still one of the biggest draws out there. Plus seeing him in a film about insane cults might be funny…and most of this post is a joke. Mostly.

Fear of the Unknown….

Caught this over the weekend, sandwiched between some old school Hollywood Billy Wilder and Preston Sturges material, it’s a nicely arranged documentary that you can see in its entirety here;

Good to see the likes of Gaiman, Del Toro, Carpenter and others pouring on the appreciation, even Lovecraft was a horrific and indefensible racist the man had an impact and was a unmistakable product of his time. I’m a sucker for anything related to that Weird Tales or Amazing Stories type stuff, or other related pulpy publications of the era. It’s the framework and infrastructure of so much SF & Horror fun that we absorb today. Be afraid….