Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Talisman (Romania / USA, 1998)

 
"You're the worthless son of a wealthy family; and if one is going to be worthless, it is always a good idea to be wealthy."
 
Damn, we can only blame ourselves: we somehow totally missed the fact that this was a Full Moon / Castle Films Romania production before we popped this DVD into the player. Not that always means a bad film, but the second thing we forgot usually does: the name of the director, "Victoria Sloan", is one of the female aliases of David "One-Shot" DeCoteau, the world's most productive director of straight-to-video drivel like (to refer only to his films we have reviewed here at a wasted life) Blonde Heaven (1995, as "Ellen Cabot"), Curse of the Puppet Master (1998, as "Victoria Sloan") and Retro Puppet Master (1999 as "Joseph Tennent"). (He also made the mildly entertaining cult flick Creepozoids [1987], under his real name even, but that flick was made before he went 100% D2V/DVD.)
But if we were too stoned to initially register the movie's pedigree, once the film started the general style and lighting and acting quickly rang bells in our head: DeCoteau films almost always look and "feel" the same, starting with the size and thespian inabilities of the mostly male cast, the oddly porn-like lighting and clarity, the competent, straightforward framing and the almost total dearth of a moving camera. Considering his competence as a quick and solid if unoriginal director, it is hardly surprising that the man — who started his career in porn before moving to low budget films and then to D2V and D2DVD — has now established himself a well-anchored career as a TV director. Now if he would only, finally, direct a memorable film.
Talisman is not a memorable movie. In fact, writing this now, less than 20 hours after having watched it, it is a bit hard to remember all that much about the movie, though we do remember wondering where one can buy "blood of a virgin".
And now, thinking back, our other thoughts? Well, the bald guy (Constantin Barbulescu of Return of the Living Dead: Necropolis [2005]) who kept ripping out the hearts sure looked like Uncle Fester, but with CGI bloodshot eyes; the school sure was pretty exclusive, seeing that it only had about seven students; the main male lead, Billy Parish (of Zombie Hunters [2007 / trailer]) as Elias Storm, had some pretty amazing eyebrows — oh, yeah: the Afro-American Jake Fine with the six-pack* (Walter Jones of American Gun [2002 / trailer] and Love and a Bullet [2002 / trailer]), the most likeable guy the flick, didn't make it…
* Ain't no such thing as a DeCoteau film without a six-pack... or tighty-whiteys, for that matter. (Wish we found tighty-whiteys sexy instead of simply a fashion faux pas.) But, damn, considering that this is basically an all-male horror version of the classic all-girl reform school cum prison flick, why did DeCoteau not include a shower scene? Maybe even with dropped soap?
Trailer to
Talisman:

Somewhere at some time or another, director DeCoteau supposedly claimed that the film was partially inspired by Suspiria (1977 / trailer). A big claim that is not in any way visible in Talisman, a movie that is light years away in every way from the Dario Argento Italo classic. If anything, the only commonality is the basic concept of evil in a boarding school, but other than that the movies have about as much in common as a slice of spam has with a rib-eye steak. (What's next? Argento suddenly claiming that Suspira was/is inspired by The House that Screamed [1969 / trailer] or its remake, the hardcore and hairy porn horror Mania a.k.a. School for Dead Girls [1971]?)
Made in the twilight years of the prior century, when the concept of the end of the world is nigh was en vogue, Talisman is cheap and unimpressive semi end-of-days tale set amidst a male boarding school with apparently one teacher, Dr. Jarod (Claudiu Trandafir of The Devil Inside [2012 / trailer] and Lady of Csejte [2015 / German trailer]), a headmistress Mrs. Greynitz (Oana Stefanescu) and her daughter Elizabeth (Ilinca Goia of Lurking Fear [1994 / trailer], Vampire Journals [1997 / trailer] and Dracula III: Legacy [2005 / trailer]), and just enough students to supply a body count. And into this school doth come Elias (Parish), an orphan since his parents were killed calling up his dead grandfather in a graveyard; Elias is following up on a letter from his supposedly dead sister, his trusty skeleton key in his pocket. And thus he explores the nooks and crannies of a school in which we, the viewer, know his evil Uncle Fester-like granddad, now the Black Angel, is killing one male student after the other by reaching into their chest and pulling out their heart...
The plot description, actually, sounds way better than what transpires on screen. The Black Angel, with his cheap CGI glowing eyes and constipated expression, is more funny than scary, while the deaths quickly get pretty repetitive (though the eye-gauging scene is pretty nifty). The "twist" that Elias and Elizabeth are siblings is as obvious to the viewer as to Elias himself, which adds a much-needed momentary element of transgressive seediness during a mid-movie kissy-kissy scene, but on the whole the non-engrossing narrative populated by two-dimensional characters remains predictable. The final sacrificial alter scene does veer into the unexpected (too little and too late), but it is undermined by some cheesy, unconvincing CGI.
Full Moon is always unable to leave an ending in which evil is conquered and our world is saved, possibly in the hope of one day doing a sequel, so the movie has one of those groan-inducing final scenes tagged on at the end of the kind that ruins even the best of films. And Talisman is not anywhere close to the best of films; at best, it is a barely passable, bare-boned flick lacking pretty much anything and everything that might make it notable. Indeed, it is pretty much the kind of film that you quickly forget you ever watched. So why bother?

Tuesday, December 14, 2021

Gallowwalkers (USA, 2012)

A Wesley Snipes project that got lost in the shuffle of his tax problems, Gallowwalkers, a Western horror movie, supposedly had its genesis in 2005 as Chow Yun-fat (of Curse of the Golden Flower [2006 / trailer], the Hong Kong classic The Killer [1989 / trailer], A Better Tomorrow III: Love and Death in Saigon [1989] and sooooo much more) project about a zombie bounty-hunter. By the time the film began filming in Namibia some years later, Yun-fat was long gone and the film had turned into something even rarer than a Western horror: a Western horror starring a Black man.* No way we couldn't watch this one when we accidentally stumbled upon it on YouTube while looking for something to waste our life on...
* Hmm, if you get down to it, about the only thing rarer than that would be a Western horror starring an Asian man (not to even speak of an Asian woman)... 
Trailer to
Gallowwalkers:
As Aman, the movie's morally questionable hero, Wesley "GILF" Snipes (of Demolition Man [1993 / trailer] and Dolemite Is My Name [2019 / trailer]) channels his cool and deadly Blade (1998) persona — occasionally he even takes the same "Look, I'm so cool!" after-kill position — but smiles a bit more often and has cooler hair. The what and the why and the how of the undead gallowwalkers and Aman's obsession to hunt them down is disclosed slowly, sometimes even clumsily, in fits and flashbacks. They reveal that Aman, if not his mother, a nun who breaks with her holy responsibilities, is responsible for the creation of the undead gallowwalkers. That, and the score Aman has not settled as long as they walk the Earth, is what motivates his hunt. A hunt for which he is more than willing to kill anyone to see successfully through to the end, as revealed in the scene where he basically slaughters an armament of military and Western lawmen transporting criminals just to free Fabulous (Riley "Generic" Smith of Bleed [2016 / trailer] and Lovers Lane [1999 / trailer]), despite the fact that they were really just deplorables if not Joe Schmoes simply doing their job. (If there is a given reason why Aman specifically wants Fabulous as his wingman, we missed it.)
The vast, barren and dirty Western lands of Gallowwalkers, as well as the towns and settlements found therein, owe less to those of the traditional Western than to the more intentionally surreal of movies like El Topo (1970). The religious settlement under the leadership of Marshall Gaza (Patrick Bergin of Highway to Hell [1991], Berserker [2004] and Shark Week [2012]), for example, which seems to exist just for hanging people and is populated by a religious sect whose mandatory outfit seems to include bad blonde wigs, is high on the dream-like scale. It is here that we first meet the gallowwalkers, led by Kansa (Kevin Howarth of The Seasoning House [2012 / trailer], The Last Horror Movie [2003 / trailer], Razor Blade Smile [1998 / trailer], Summer Scars [2007 / trailer] and Don't Look Back [2003 / trailer]). Regrettably, it must be said, as a character he is actually far more frightening and threatening while he is still alive than when he is undead, despite the fact that in both guises he is the epitome of evil narcissism.
Basically, it's the hair. As the gallowwalkers must regularly shed and take on new skin, he pulls on that of one of the religious town's blonde acolytes; for all Kansa's seething and menace, that blonde hair just never cuts the mustard. What seems particularly odd about the skin shedding bit is that it doesn't seem to apply to everyone: the gallowwalker with sewn-shut lips, for example, seems never to have shed his, just like, apparently, another major-major character of the film never did or has to. Likewise, the "twist" that involves a killing "because I like you" totally ignores the fact that the good-guy undead will also eventually have to re-skin himself.
If you are one of those who view the word "horror" as a synonym for "scary", well, Gallowwalkers is anything but. At best, it is an occasionally fun and frequently visually striking dramaturgical mess that is as often interesting as it is too long. Visually, much of the movie is a stunner, particularly in its first half, and the Mexican cinematographer, Henner Hofmann, does some pretty amazing eye candy that easily calls to mind the masterpieces of the Spaghetti Western. (An influence acknowledged in an early exchange, on railway tracks, of "you brought a horse too many", a direct play upon an early exchange in Once Upon a Time in the West [1968 / trailer].)
Indeed, swathes of the movie comes across as if it were written around the visuals; unluckily, that means the story and narrative speed is occasionally sacrificed to almost operatic images which, while beautiful to look at, not only tend to be held too long but never truly manage to cohere into the Wagnerian whole that the filmmakers were obviously aiming for.
Likewise, Gallowwalkers would truly be a stronger film if the narrative, which is somewhat disjointed and clumsy and damaged by the constant use of flashbacks, like the timing, were a tad quicker. Pretty babe Angel (Tanit Phoenix of Death Race II [2010 / trailer] and Death Race: Inferno [2013 / trailer]), for example, introduced in a manner that makes you think she has a reason to be there, is reduced to having no reason to be there. Really: as nice as her cleavage is — it is definitely Hammer-level nice — her part should have been cut.
And therein lies the rub. Both in the visuals and in the narrative, Gallowwalker's screenwriter-director (Andrew Goth) and co-screenwriter (Joanne Reay), whose other joint projects include MindGamers (2015 / trailer) and Cold and Dark (2005 / trailer), reveal a notable inability to kill their darlings. And while both the visuals and the narrative often work, too often they stumble or overstay their welcome. There is a really good film in Gallowwalkers that fought hard to come out, but failed. The result is a movie that intrigues and disappoints, and leaves an unsatisfying aftertaste. (And, really: a bit more money should have been spent on the wigs.)
For that, we would nevertheless be hard placed to say that Gallowwalkers is a complete waste of time, particularly if you have the opportunity to see it a screen the size for which it was obviously shot. (In other words, a damn big screen.) Eye candy is eye candy, after all, and who doesn't enjoy eye candy?

Tuesday, December 7, 2021

Short Film: Slay Bells (USA, c. 2012?)

T'is the season, again. Time to pretend you believe in brotherly love and you're not actually just simply bowing down in blind worship to the all-pervading gods that are excessive capitalism and pointless consumerism. 
This year's season-appropriate short is from a talented lass who lives in La-La Land named Ama Lea who goes by the pronouns "she/her" and about whom we know and found little. She's on vimeo and twitter and Instagram and LinkedIn and designs clothes, and she has been making short films for years — she even did contributions to the short anthologies ABCs of Death 2.5 (2016 / trailer / segment "M is for Mermaid") and Deathcember (2019 / trailer / segment "Five Deaths in Blood Red"). She does not do wimpy stuff, either. This fun little film is a good example of the envelopes she pushes: kids die, too. Brutally. One with cookies.
Ama Leas sold her entire vinyl collection to make her Slay Bells short, and we are happy she did so, for her short is an enjoyable little dash of holiday body-count gore about a Santa who really doesn't give a shit whether you've been naughty or nice: he just wants to have some holiday fun!
Slay Bells:

The film lacks credits other than those of writer and director Ama Lea, and we were unable to locate a release date, but online sources say RA Mihailoff, David Foy and RH Stavis are featured players (in a cast of, we thinks, nine). David Foy is found somewhere in Hatchet II (2010 / trailer) and Victor Crowley (2017 / trailer); RA Mihailoff is also found in the former film and, most notably, plays Leatherface in Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre III (1990, see: R.I.P. Tobe Hooper, Part II), and "celebrity" exorcist RH Stavis looks pretty hot in a corset. Enjoy.
And as an extra: more holiday cheer
thanks to John Denver!

For further Christmas fun,
check out these other season-themed
Short Films of the Month:
Dec 2020: Elvira's Very Scary X-Mas (USA, 2010)
Dec 2019: Oh Christmas Tree (USA)
Dec 2018: Beauty of Horror – Christmas Claymation (USA, 2018)
Dec 2017: Winter Stalker (USA, 2010)
Dec 2016: Santa (Greece, 2013)
Dec 2015: The Living Want Me Dead (USA, 2010)
Dec 2014: Father Christmas (Canada, 2011)
Dec 2013: A Very Zombie Holiday (2010)
Dec 2012: Treevenge (2008)
Dec 2010: X-Mess Detritus

Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Film Fun: Music from Movies – The Devil in Miss Jones (USA, 1973)

(Before the music, the film.) The title of this film, The Devil in Miss Jones, is of course a direct play upon the then (in 1973) 33-year-older Oscar-nominated (for best supporting actor and best original screenplay) comedy, The Devil and Miss Jones (1941 / full movie), starring Jean Arthur (17 Oct 1900 – 19 Jun 1991, of Shane [1953 / trailer]), the white supremacist Charles Douville Coburn (19 Jun 1877 – 30 Aug 1961), and methamphetamine addict Robert Cummings (9 Jun 1910 – 2 Dec 1990, of What a Way to Go! [1964 / trailer]).
Needless to say, the respective two Devil films have absolutely nothing in common.
9.3 sexless minutes of
The Devil in Miss Jones:
Way back in 2013, we took a look at The Devil in Miss Jones in the course of our R.I.P. Career Review of Harry Reems (Part III: 1973-74), where we really didn't look at the music at all. Back then, we wrote:
"Nowadays, the reigning form of pornographic film is extremely insipid and ruled primarily by HD unnatural, hairless bodies of plastic perfection pumping away tirelessly after the minimum possible setting of a plot situation. (Example: A naked man and woman meet in the bushes of a nudist camp and look in the direction of beyond the camera. She: 'Hey! That's my husband with that woman over there!' He: 'And that's my wife he's screwing!' She: 'Should we get even with them?' He: 'Yes. Let's fuck, too.' She: 'OK.' They pump away for 30 minutes.)
"But once upon a time, in the days of Porno Chic and before the dawn of video, pornography was a bit different. Yes, there were the plotless loops and hand-helpers for the raincoat crowd, but there were also those who saw the sex film as a viable genre with a future and actually tried to make sex an aspect of the film and not the only thing of the film. (Those are the filmmakers that made sex films like this one, in which the plot was integral to the story and the events shown, including the carnal activities that were actually the film's true drawing card.)
"It was a view shared, if but for a short time, by the press and critics, as can be seen by the serious reviews of films like this one that were found in publications such as Variety ('With The Devil in Miss Jones, the hard-core porno feature approaches an art form, one that critics may have a tough time ignoring in the future') or written by critics such as Roger Ebert ('The Devil in Miss Jones is maybe a three-star dirty movie. It's the best hard-core porno film I've seen, and although I'm not a member of the raincoat brigade, I have seen the highly touted productions like Deep Throat and It Happened in Hollywood [see Harry Reems, Part III].')
"That the public of the time likewise viewed the porn film as a viable genre can be seen by it reception: as the tenth most successful film of 1973, just behind Paper Moon (trailer) and Live and Let Die (trailer), it earned $15 million at the U.S. box office. Not surprising, actually, that much like films such as Die Hard (1988 / trailer) or Batman (1989 / trailer) have spawned untold sequels and reboots, The Devil in Miss Jones has suffered five screen and/or direct-to-video sequels — The Devil in Miss Jones Part II (1982), The Devil in Miss Jones 3: A New Beginning (1986 / scene), The Devil in Miss Jones 4: The Final Outrage (1986), The Devil in Miss Jones 5: The Inferno (1995), The Devil in Miss Jones 6 (1999) and more — not to mention unofficial versions such as Erwin C. Dietrich's Der Teufel in Miss Jonas (1974 / full NSFW movie) and his 'sequel', Was geschah wirklich mit Miss Jonas? (1976 / full NSFW movie) or real remakes like The New Devil in Miss Jones (2005).
"And, interestingly enough, a gay porn film entitled The Devil and Mr Jones (1974), which we refer to in Harry Reems, Part X, writing (among other things): 'Plot to The Devil and Mr. Jones: "Young Buck commits suicide and is tested to decide if he should go to Heaven or Hell. [Gay Erotic Video Index]" Somewhere along the way, someone gets fisted with a studded glove.'
"But let's return to the 1973 version, Gerard Damiano's follow-up to Meatball (1972) [Harry Reems, Part II], in which the filmmaker went a different route and dumped excessive goofy comedy for a serious if not slightly downbeat dramatic plot and ended up creating another acknowledged classic of the Golden Age. (Roger Ebert: 'The hard-core stuff aside, they maintain a very nice, moody, even poignant atmosphere that's a relief after all the frantic fun-seeking of Miss Lovelace and colleagues. [...] This is the first porno movie I've seen that actually seems to be about its leading character — instead of merely using her as the object of sexual variations.')
"The plot, as explained on numerous websites: 'Justine Jones (Georgina Spelvin of Al Adamson's Girls for Rent [1974 / trailer] and Wakefield Poole's Bible! [1974 / scene]), a spinster in her early thirties, takes her life — not because of anything that happened to her but rather because nothing ever happened to her. Each day a void, a nothingness, piled up on the nothingness of the day before. Confronted by the devil (John Clemens) and faced with spending an eternity in hell, she imposes the hypothetical premise: If I had my life to live over, I would live a life filled... engulfed... consumed by lust!!! This sets in motion a series of erotic encounters that reach far beyond the range of human experiences — an in-depth study of sexual behavior that transcends the norm and blooms into a true from of erotic art.' They fail to mention the rather depressing and ironic ending of the movie... Harry Reems appears as 'The Teacher', the man who helps school Miss Jones upon her return to earth."
But to get to the music. The soundtrack to The Devil in Miss Jones was composed by the relatively unknown industry stalwart, the Boston-born songwriter and composer Alden Shuman (14 Nov 1924 – 3 May 2002), and as far as we can tell, it is the only feature-film soundtrack he ever composed. Amidst all the instrumental compositions Alden Schuman composed for The Devil in Miss Jones, he refitted the composition I'm Coming Home and added lyrics written with his brother Earl Schuman (2 Aug 1923 – 13 Feb 2019) to come up the MOR theme song likewise entitled I'm Coming Home. As sung by then 29-year-old Linda November (photo above from 1963), a once very busy background and advertisement-jingle singer, the song is an underappreciated and unjustly overlooked easy listening masterpiece, delectably tender and depressing, waiting for rediscovery. (It's only flaw is that the only versions we can find of it are all too short.) For whatever reason, Linda November was credited neither on the credits nor the LP release for her vocals — a common occurrence, once upon a time, for studio singers. 
I'm Coming Home 
sung by Linda November:
 
Once upon a time, Linda [Ellen] November was known as the "Jingle Queen": it is estimated that she may have sung on around 22,000 different jingles (including this one). During the mid-60s to the mid-70s, she was a busy background singer, and her vocals are found on such tunes as Frank Sinatra's The World We Knew (1967), B.J. Thomas's Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head (1969), and Gloria Gaynor's version of I've Got You under My Skin (1976). She was also one of the four female vocalists for the disco flash-in-the-pan Wing and a Prayer Fife and Drum Corps and is heard on their charting version of Baby Face (1976).
More interestingly, she was one of the original vocalists supplying the female vocals on the hit songs Candida (1970) and Knock Three Times (1971) by the group Dawn. (When the studio band Dawn subsequently became the touring band Tony Orlando and Dawn, singers Telma Hopkins [of Trancers (1984 / trailer) and Trancers II (1991 / trailer — see R.I.P. Richard Lynch)] and Joyce Vincent Wilson took over the singing chores. Nevertheless, the original versions still feature November's vocals.) During the last quarter of the 20th century, she was also worked regularly as a lounge singer in Atlantic City. In 2001, she and her husband Artie Schroeck moved to Las "Why?" Vegas, where she now lives in semi-retirement. 
Alden Shuman —
The Devil in Miss Jones: 

Alden Schuman's instrumental soundtrack to The Devil in Miss Jones is anything but the deliciously funky grooves found in most Golden Age porn, though some typical disco and/or funk tones and sounds occasionally wave their hand (for example, in the background piece The Teacher). For the most part, the music is an immensely listenable selection of mostly subdued and melancholic piano-driven pieces (for a very small group of musicians) that could easily come from some tearjerker Hollywood drama or love story — and not necessarily a B-production. It is a truly excellent soundtrack, one which works as effectively and affectively touching music on its own. Were it not the soundtrack to a porn movie, albeit a "serious" movie of the genre, it might well have become a classic contemporary soundtrack.
SFW trailer to the remake (2005):
Though Boston-born, Alden Shuman and his lyricist brother Earl were both based in New York City, and it is perhaps this proximity to fellow New Yorker, director Gerard Damiano that led to Shuman getting contracted for the soundtrack. Why he didn't get more such jobs after this one is a mystery, and arguably a possible loss.
The title track, btw, is not the only time Alden Shuman worked together with his songwriter brother, Earl Shuman. Indeed, as far back in the late 1950s the two of them, together with the Marshall Brown (21 Dec 1920 – 13 Dec 1983), wrote the C&W standard Seven Lonely Days. (Other, possibly less important compositions include Chuck & Bill's prime rockabilly tune Way Out There [1957] and the Sammy Kaye ear-grater The Banjo's Back in Town.) 
Patsy Cline singing
Seven Lonely Days:
(For a hilariously terrible disco version, go here.)