Sunday, September 25, 2016

AMERICA'S GOT A PROBLEM WITH HORROR MOVIES


In between all the articles railing on Trump on the website of the international newsmagazine, The Week is the occasional interesting piece. This one is surely worthy of interest to monster lovers as it accurately discusses an issue that we have all understood to be going on with horror films for a long time.
 
America has a horror movie problem
By Greg Cwik 
September 16, 2016

American horror movies are suffering from an affliction of sameness and staleness.

These movies, particularly those that go for an "old school" aesthetic (i.e. The Conjuring), rely on familiar tricks and tropes to lure viewers into complacency. You recognize the allusions, you congratulate the movie and yourself. Critics and horror aficionados, desperate for good movies, heave praise at mediocre movies (i.e. The Conjuring) just because they aren't utterly inept, not unlike how characters in the Scream movies throw household appliances at Ghostface. Even the way we talk about horror suggests that we like seeing movies that remind us of other movies — "It's Rosemary's Baby by way of Dario Argento," "It's the best devil movie since The Exorcist," "It's a John Carpenter-style blah blah blah." It's all so familiar.

For every experimental indie horror film like Unfriended, there's a Don't Breathe, the best-reviewed horror movie of the summer. It's basically a cleverly directed reiteration of Wait Until Dark with a PTSD-stricken crazy man playing Audrey Hepburn and a lazy psycho-sexual twist. It's by no means bad, and has certain admirable qualities (director Fede Alvarez, who helmed the brutal Evil Dead remake, has an impeccable understanding of space), but we've seen — and heard — this before.

Blair Witch, the much-belated sequel to the 1999 phenomenon The Blair Witch Project (they're wisely eschewing the better-left-forgotten Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2), was directed by Adam Wingard, one of the two most popular charlatans of modern horror. Wingard's You're Next, a home invasion thriller about men in plastic animal masks killing people with various objects, was heralded as a return to an "old school" style of horror, which is not inaccurate. It checks all the boxes: Men in masks, yes. Knifes and axes, yes. Blood, oh yes. A final girl who kicks copious amounts of ass, yes yes. How brilliant! His follow-up, The Guest, is basically a synth-saturated soundtrack with a bland movie attached.

Wingard's Blair Witch, which opens today, is a fascinating movie not because it's in any way new or daring — it's not, and its ideas and observations on the ubiquity of recording devices are never expounded upon — but because it's a rehash of one of the most daring American horror movies, one that has already been rehashed many times, from Paranormal Activity to REC and its American remake Quarantine, and the anthology films V/H/S and V/H/S 2, on which Wingard worked. The original Blair Witch Project is an epochal work of art, with the actors doing the camerawork themselves while the directors lurk in the woods like evil presences, manipulating, influencing. It plays with the notion of a director, of narrative. It's that rare movie that dares to try something new and, for its troubles, was rewarded with a deluge of ersatz imitations that ape its style but not its bravado. If it didn't really engender the found-footage genre, it undeniably brought an underground approach to filmmaking into the mainstream.

The other harbinger of unimaginative horror, James Wan, who will soon be a Marvel Cinematic Cog, became an instant horror trend-setter with Saw (2004). It spawned a half-dozen progeny and, along with Eli Roth's Hostel, can be blamed for giving us the torture-porn genre, which appealed to moviegoers tired of PG-13 Japanese-horror-inspired movies and relished the throwback grindhouse gore. Wan's non-indie horror offerings channel "classic" horror styles, so if you know the cinematic language of horror, you can count the beats until every scare. When you inevitably jump, it's because the movie is a piece of systematically calibrated machinery instead of a piece of art. While more formally accomplished than Wingard, Wan is just as content to make the same movies he watched as a kid. He uses the same stories, same camera movements, same jump-scare tactics that John Carpenter used 40 years ago. It's fitting that his Insidious became a hit in 2010, the year Carpenter made his failed comeback The Ward, which was chastised for being the same thing Carpenter had done before.

Homage doesn't have to be lazy or self-congratulatory. Rocker-turned-auteur Rob Zombie similarly channels older horror movies, but his best efforts (i.e. the oneiric Lords of Salem, which barely made back its $1.5 million budget), present a unique vision, or at least have personality. His films look like "classic horror" filtered through the subconscious of a psychopath — he wears his influences like blood stains. Akin to Quentin Tarantino, Zombie exhumes bits and pieces from old movies to cobble together Frankenstein fright flicks that, like that famous hodgepodge monster, have a serious mean streak. But even Zombie has fallen victim to the nostalgic affliction with his newest, 31, which is more akin to Wingard and Wan. It's a movie beholden to its influences, and it has been ravaged by the few who've seen it so far.

This year, there have been two indie horror films that refuse to look, sound, or feel like any other movie, yet both are, in their own ways, familiar. They present a beautiful contradiction to my argument. Both films are labors of passion, and both are about witches, that most classic of fictional horrors. Robert Eggers' The Witch, a panic attack in Old English, debuted at Sundance, of all places, where it stood out like a Protestant in a Catholic cathedral. It doesn't harken back to old school witch movies but back to literal old school witches — or the paranoia that conjured up such ideas. It's a brooding arthouse film steeped in the muck of Calvinist hypocrisy that so dauntlessly tries to transport you to 17th century New England, you can almost smell the rot of the decaying farm, feel the grit and dirt on your skin.

The year's other audacious witch movie is Anna Biller's The Love Witch, not so much a horror movie as it is an absurdist vivisection of gender roles in witch's garb. Like The Witch, Biller's film presents the undiluted vision of its progenitor, who wrote, produced, directed, designed the sets and costumes, and cut the film on 35mm, which is almost unheard of today. Yet, the movie looks purposefully familiar. It's saturated in the aesthetics of 1950s and '60s Technicolor horror movies, from the use of overly hard-lighting to rear-projection to garish clothes and stilted acting, which is Biller's way of mocking a lack of progress in modern gender norms. The Love Witch looks like nothing else from this decade, but could be culled from a time capsule circa 1959. Unlike Wan and Wingard, Biller's film uses its influences to say something. That's what homage should do.

SOURCE: http://www.theweek.com]


 

Saturday, September 24, 2016

'HORRORVILLE' - A NEW MONSTER 'ZINE

 
HORRORVILLE
Vol. 1 No. 1
August-November 2016
Publisher: Future Publishing
Editor: Will Salmon
Pages: 116

I tell you, those Brits and their monster magazines. If it isn't enough with THE DARK SIDE, WE BELONG DEAD, SCREAM, SPACE MONSTERS, CLASSIC MONSTERS OF THE MOVIES and others, now comes HORRORVILLE. The first issue has rolled of the chopping block and washed up on the shores of the States. Are we ready for another?

Presented by TOTAL FILM magazine and called the sister magazine of SFX (all from the UK super publisher, Future Publishing), Will Salmon says in his editorial that HORRORVILLE "came out of a desire to make a horror magazine that we really hadn't seen before...We wanted to make a modern magazine, one that celebrates the genre's rich past, but is more focused on the present and future."

True to his word, this first quarterly issue is brimming with the stuff that modern nightmares are made of. A survey of just some of the film titles covered here are: OUIJA, THE WHITE COFFIN, BLAIR WITCH, THE GIRL WITH ALL THE GIFTS, DON'T BREATHE and a list of 50 MUST-SEE HORROR MOVIES.

Out of the gate HORRORVILLE is smart, slick and visually appealing. The writing is intelligent and the graphics and page layouts are some of the best I've seen in a horror 'zine in a long time.

If there is one sticking point, it's the overwhelming $15.99 cover price. Even at a quarterly pace that's a little steep, especially when you can buy entire books for less.  Still, HORROVILLE is impressive in its debut and it's worth a look ... and maybe even your money.



Thursday, September 22, 2016

MONSTER WORLD NO. 1 (PART 1)


MONSTER WORLD
Vol. 1 No. 1
November, 1964
Warren Publications
Founder & Publisher: James Warren
Editor-in-Chief: Forrest J Ackerman
Way Out Layout: Harry Chester
Cover: Russ Jones
Pages: 68

It was Forry's idea. It was September 1970 and publisher Warren's flagship magazine, FAMOUS MONSTERS OF FILMLAND had reached 69 issues in 12 years. They could both feel the anticipation of the landmark centennial issue that was looming just a couple of years away. They were both anxious, for whatever reason, to make sure that it happened.

As a result, Forry suggested that they tack on the 10-issue run of MONSTER WORLD, the short-lived companion to FM that had begun in 1964, to the count. Warren agreed, and, voila! FM was 10 issues closer to #100 (it was published in August 1973).

Outside of a few fonts and page designs, MONSTER WORLD wasn't all that different looking than its Grandpa. Notable is a bio of actor Lionel Atwill and coverage of THE BLACK SLEEP. Also notable is that this issue contains the first of Warren's monster comic revivals, even beating out the soon-to-be-released CREEPY by just a werewolf's whisker. The strip was a film adaptation of THE MUMMY with story and art excellently done by Russ Jones (who would helm the aforementioned CREEPY) and comics great Wally Wood.

I still have my copy that was bought off the stands a month before my 10th birthday. Could a Monster Kid in 1964 have expected any better present?




































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