Review of indie psychological horror Dark Exorcism is over at Flickering Myth and below…
The subject of demonic possession has been a huge deal in the horror genre for ages, with 1973’s The Exorcist often cited as the scariest thing since sliced bread (or was that sliced head?, anyway pretty scary) and a stream of new pretenders constantly waiting in line. It is however, a difficult topic to do justice to. On one hand you have The Shining or Burnt Offerings showing the true psychological horror of possession. On the other you might have REC3 or worse, something like The Devil Inside or the worst excesses of the Paranormal Activity franchise.
In any case, Dark Exorcism – formerly titled In The Dark – is an intriguing addition to the possession style of movie and another impressive notch on filmmaker David Spaltro’s catalogue. The filmmaker specialises in thoughtful and emotional indie dramas (Around, Things I Don’t Understand) and bring this cerebral quality to the possessed horror movie sub-genre. With an impressive lightness of touch, the film stands well above most of the indie horrors making their way around the festival circuit and beyond. There is a neat theatrical edge to the production, allowing the cast to bring out the complexities of the script without relying on stock jumps and scares. More than anything else, this is about the personalities on show, and how each one copes with the ramifications of a potentially unexplainable situation. In effect, it’s not a standard low budget horror.
The strength of the largely female cast is shown in a three part psychological battle. Firstly there is the clash of ideas between the purely rational grad student Veronica (Lynn Justinger) and the experienced paranormal expert Lois Kearne (Fiona Horrigan). These two represent the opposite sides of the argument for and against the paranormal and for any evidence of ‘possession’. As the film progresses, another strong performance is sourced in Grace Folsom’s Bethany. Bethany is distinctly unwell, but exactly how unwell only becomes apparent after a few meetings. All three of the actors display a confidence in the work, and provide the depth to keep an audience second guessing.
The film keeps special effects to a minimum, thus making sure the audience concentrate purely on the performances and the dialogue. This works up to a point, although a little more mystery in regards the eventual outcome would have been welcome. All in all though, a well written and produced psychological possession movie.
My review of this entertaining reworking of three Chekhov plays is over at The Metropolist.
It’s on at Hoxton’s Courtyard Theatre till 11 July – recommended!
My review of Dietrich Brüggemann’s unforgettable Stations of the Cross is over at Flickering Myth now and also appears below…
As an examination of the stark series of messages sent out by the most extreme of monotheistic religions, Stations of the Cross stands out as a beautifully pained and stylistic piece of cinema.
Taking an episodic approach to the troubled Maria’s (the alternately tough and ethereal Lea van Acken) life and attempts to become more like Jesus, the film is mostly composed of static scenes, with the poetically translated dialogue (from the original German) and soul searching looks and glances revealing a masterpiece of reserved high-impact film-making. Recalling the central themes of faith and belief of some of Ingmar Bergman’s best work, the emotionally affecting film uncovers just how unquestioning faith impacts on individuals, families and communities.
The film focuses on the fourteen year old girl Maria as she struggles to make sense of her life and her surroundings. All standard coming of age stuff of course, but in Maria’s case, it is a little different. With an upbringing centred around extreme Catholicism and a domineering, bullying mother (Franziska Weisz), Maria has plenty of strange thoughts running around her head.
Chief of these is the firm belief that she needs to replicate Jesus’s journey to the crucifixion – the so called Stations of the Cross. Little can persuade her to think any other way- not the sympathetic but ultimately powerless family au-pair (Lucie Aron), and certainly not her doormat father. Not even a charming choirboy from another more mainstream church who takes an interest in her can divert her from her prophetic visions of spiritual abandonment. The powerful feeling that she has had no choice at all is overwhelming and tremendously disturbing. As a psychological horror story, this is about as real as it gets.
The first scene involving Maria and her religious class receiving instruction and details of their upcoming confirmation from their young priest (Michael Kamp) subtly illustrates the levels of extremity involved in this rural church-offshoot. Operating as a kind of cult, the church is expressly interested in absolute conclusions and absolutist types of belief. Once talks turn around to a ‘modern crusade’, there is little doubt as to the old school approach to dogmatic thinking and theory on show.
In a set-up such as this, the introspective and resolute Maria hangs on every word. Taking the word of the priest as absolute and uncontrolled truth leaves her with only one route to go.
The following chapters challenge the ideas of faith as a necessary route to spiritual understanding. Indeed, there is little doubt as to how the film’s maker Brüggemann stands on the issue, with Maria suffering the sort of psychological abuse that leaves her eventual journey to replicate her personal Jesus as unsurprising as it is sympathetic. The subtle and controlling measures of the most extreme theocracies are exposed here in a demanding and ultimately rewarding tale of timeless clarity.
My review of God’s Pocket is over at Flickering Myth and appears below.
Directed by John Slattery.
Starring Philip Seymour Hoffman, Christina Hendricks, Eddie Marsan, Richard Jenkins, John Turturro, Caleb Landry Jones, Jack O’Connell and Bill Buell.
God’s Pocket’s blacker than oil humour is undoubtedly given extra poignancy by the fact that it will be one of Philip Seymour Hoffman’s last films. This sense of tragic loss hangs heavily over the film and is difficult for viewers to wholly put to one side, but in terms of objectivity we can give it a go…
With that said, God’s Pocket – the directorial film debut of Mad Men actor and sometime episode director John Slattery – is a distinctly patchy affair. It does manage to show some real glimpses of comedic drama of an absurdist sort, as Hoffman’s character attempts to extract some kind of meaning from an unfriendly and unlikeable town. However, these segments drift off into a uncollected rag tag of jumbled motivations and causes.
Based on Pete Dexter’s 1983 novel, the film’s rambling plot takes place at some point in the late 1970’s. Following the frozen meat salesman and driver for small time crooks Mickey (Hoffman) as he negotiates the precarious path of the tough district, the film is full of unpleasant characters going about a self-consciously bleak existence.
This grimness is aggressively accentuated by Mickey’s rabidly racist step-son Leon (Landry Jones) who one day gets what most think he deserves during an argument at work. Only his mother, played with an overwrought intensity by Christina Hendricks, has any real sympathy for her boy, who she clearly only saw one side of.
Into this mêlée of ill-feeling and confusion arrives Jenkins’s grizzled Philadephia local newspaper reporter who senses something amiss. His hard-drinking noir-lite journo isn’t much of a struggle for the ever-reliable character actor, but sadly the voice over is stilted at best. Bringing all sorts of shifts in gear to the production, from noir-detective to black comedy and ill judged romantic drama, the setting of a city journalist in blue-collar town could work, but here it doesn’t. Basically, it would need a much tighter hold of what it’s trying to do and precisely why in order to do that…
Presumably striving for a sense of small town Americana noir-comedy akin to a Coen Brothers type level, this falls pretty far short of its aims. Not entirely without merit – the scenes involving Hoffman and Eddie Marsan’s take on a Philly undertaker give out an enjoyably dry form of slapstick – the film’s visual sense is well distributed as it shows off a less than glamorous side of urban life in full colour. John Turturro is another welcome addition to the already well packed roster of stars in this uneven production. His local mob organiser and florist is a not entirely believable character but the American indie stalwart gives it his usual mixture of out-there humour and chutzpah.
Central to the story is the question, when is it right that someone should die? Unfortunately, the story does not grip enough for this question to actually have the power that it imagines it might. Ultimately, the characters are so unlovable that it is difficult to care exactly what happens to them…
My review of A Most Wanted Man is over at Flickering Myth and appears below..
Directed by Anton Corbijn.
Starring Philip Seymour Hoffman, Rachel McAdams, Willem Dafoe, Daniel Brühl, Robin Wright, Grigoriy Dobrygin, Derya Alabora and Nina Hoss
With this release Corbijn has once again proven himself to be a director with no small amount of style. Ever since his feature debut with 2007’s powerful and understated Ian Curtis biopic Control, the Dutch photographer and music video director has brought a tremendous amount of fluidity and depth of style to his body of work. This, a measured and considered adaptation of John Le Carre’s 2008 stirring liberal response to the ongoing – and currently escalating – war on terror is a fascinating and artful take on the spy movie genre.
Similarities can and have been drawn between this terrifically moving piece and another recent Le Carre adaptation the more classically tuned-up Tomas Alfredson movie Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy from 2009. But while that film and story was looking back at a world of tension, misunderstanding and political confusion, this film is an examination of the present and the future…
Focusing on Philip Seymour Hoffman’s final role before his still incredibly sad untimely death, the story follows his Hamburg based spycatcher Günther Bachmann as he sets out to entrap a recently arrived immigrant who has set in motion a whole series of potentially world-shattering events…
This ‘wanted man’ – played with solemn profundity by Dobyrygin – pulls in widely disparate groups led by Hoffman, the CIA chief Martha Sullivan (Robin Wright) and a big-time banker eager to set everyone off against each other (Willem Defoe) An artful moral ambiguity of the piece sets out to ask decidedly tricky questions of its audience and the subtle shifts in character’s loyalties and perceptions brings out the complexities of political judgements in style.
These political, security and economic bigwigs are finely contrasted with the asylum aid charity worker played with tremendous sympathy by Rachel McAdams. Excellent support is also provided by Nina Hoss and Daniel Brühl as Bachmann’s leading members of support staff. The witty interplay between him and Hoss is particularly exact and memorable.
Corbijn’s rich palette of colours and steady handling of the plot’s twists and turns provide a superb platform for the gifted cast to show off their full range of talents. Ultimately the film belongs to Hoffmann who, for a final time, has shown us what a spell biding performer he truly was.
My review of the mind-mangling picture appears over at Flickering Myth now.
It can also be read here… go see it though. Seriously good.
Directed by Denis Villeneuve.
Starring Jake Gyllenhaal, Mélanie Laurent, Sarah Gadon and Isabella Rossellini.
Taking its cue from a José Saramago novel, Enemy is a film that further displays evidence of Denis Villeneuve’s extraordinary ability to tackle essential psychological and philosophical concepts in compelling and provocative fashion. Following the flawed but ambitious first English language feature Prisoners and the incredible political/fantastic mind-map of Incendies, this film should confirm the Québec born Villeneuve’s status as one of cinema’s most in-demand directors…
Telling the richly metaphoric and symbolic journey of university lecturer Adam (Gyllenhaal) as he feels the pressures of a failing relationship with Mary (Laurent) and a studious but uneventful life, in many ways Enemy shows us a look beyond the mirror. Recommended a movie rental by a work colleague, Adam is stunned to see a film bit-part actor who is his exact doppelgänger. Consumed by an obsession to find this double, Adam seeks out Anthony, a comfortably well-off bit-part actor living with his pregnant wife Helen (Gadon). From then on in, the two play out an extreme form of attempting to justify each other’s existence…
Deliberately kept as open as possible, Enemy is a lyrical study of society’s ‘big ideas’. Opposites and doubles obviously play a big part, with order and chaos, light and dark and reality and fantasy all being intensely scrutinised in various tones and shadows. It is a impressionistic piece essentially, and to offer too much guidance on the plot would minimise the impact of the on-screen document. Suffice to say, I wholeheartedly agree with my fellow FM reviewers that this is absolutely an unmissable film.
As well as Gyllenhaal once again showing himself to be one of Hollywood’s finest actors, the film also benefits from superb performances from Gadon and Laurent as Adam and Anthony’s partners, and a haunting appearance from the legend that is Isabella Rossellini. All of the players bring a sense of fractured identities and a theatrical sparseness to the storytelling that is intermittently blown up by another dimension of unsettling oddness.
The webs and tangles of the Kafkaesque plot brings to mind another recent identity fable, 2013’s The Double, another film concerned with duality and opposing forces. However, whereas Richard Ayoade’s film took a darkly comedic approach to the subject, this picture is strictly of the nightmarish variety.
For UK viewers at least (it has impressed at many festivals worldwide and has already been shown in many), it is the year’s first must see movie. Go see, don’t blink.
My review of this excellent release from Arrow Films is over at Flickering Myth now… or below…
Bringing together two bona fide legends – be it horror, or not – of American literature and cinema, Arrow Film’s collection of Six Gothic Tales does a sterling job of bestowing a lasting and restored beauty to this entertaining box of treasures. Bringing together Vincent Price’s ever quizzical frown and often demoniacal grin with some fine Poe-tic adaptation work from legendary fantasy, horror and sci-fi writer Richard Matheson, this box-set is the ideal companion for those long, winter nights so beloved of the 19th Century New England master of the macabre.
There are a few things that can be counted on with these evocatively treated tales of mystery and Gothic splendour. One is that Vinnie will cast a frown of tortured inner pain that treads the fine foot-path between hammy and otherworldly. Another is that there will be some early 60’s style hallucinatory credits or dream sequences somewhere along the line. And, without giving away any spoilers – if such a thing is possible for stories over 150 years old – there will be a burning house somewhere near the end.
As someone who grew up with the stories of Poe, there is something oddly comforting about seeing the familiar brought back to life in such high definition. Like a re-animated corpse bristling with extra intensity and material (and hell’s teeth, there certainly is a cavernous range of bonus features in this set), the melding of the dreamlike mystery plots of Edgar Allen Poe with Corman’s devotion to pushing budgets to their absolute limits and a commitment to entertainment over all else, this set is evidence of the very best in pulp-horror fiction.
This striving for popularism over all else is certainty no criticism, rather, it is high praise indeed, being as it is a celebration of the high camp and early 60’s excesses prevalent in the fantasy and horror genres of the time. So invite a few friends over, dim the lights and cross over to the other side with these four masters (I’m including Matheson as well).
And to finish off here’s my take (to be read in the voice of Vinnie Price):
“And then they did know, those that watched by the candle glow, that the crackles and the cackles and the otherworldly jackals, were verily inspired by the pen and ink of Poe …”
As well as various interviews with those involved with the films and genre specialists, there are short films, documentaries and a wealth of extra material. The box as a whole includes:
- High Definition Blu-ray (1080p) presentation of all six features, presented across six Blu-rays
- Original uncompressed mono PCM Audio for all films
- Optional English subtitles for the deaf and hard of hearing for all films
- Numerous new and archive commentaries, interviews and featurettes for each film
- Reversible sleeves featuring original and newly commissioned artwork
Introducing the Greenland Eyes Film Festival is over at Flickering Myth…
Lou Reed is something of a hero of mine. Just the same as many, I’ve loved his music with the Velvet Underground and his solo stuff for years and years…
I had the good fortune to interview him one afternoon back in 2008. In my capacity as an occasional music journalist, I was to interview him about his recent work and plans. I was at the ATP festival in Camber Sands and somehow fought back the beer, noise and general telephonic mayhem to attempt a semi-lucid conversation… I sort of got there. I’m glad I got to talk to him.
Read the interview over at Clash and below.
Hi Lou, how’s it going?
Good, and you?
Yeah, I’m not bad at all – so you’re just back from touring? Whereabouts have you been playing?
Memphis, Nashville, West Virginia, North Carolina.
No, a completely different show.
Are you looking forward to coming back to Europe with ‘Berlin’?
No, I just hate the idea of it.
Really, why’s that?
I detected a certain sarcasm.
Why are there no dates in Berlin?
I think we played Berlin already.
I mean this summer.
I don’t know. Do you want to talk to my agent about booking?
No, I’d rather talk to you about the album and the tour.
Why, thank you.
It’s one of my favourite albums actually.
Is it older than you are?
It’s four years older than me.
When did it come out?
It came out in 1973. So three or four years older than me.
How old are you?
And it’s older than you are?
Came out in ’73 right?
It’s the 35th anniversary of the album this year isn’t it?
I guess so. I don’t actually keep track of things like that. Someone has to.
I guess some people do… How important is it for you to be able to tour the album when you didn’t tour it in the ’70s?
Well, one has nothing to do with the other. But this is a lot of fun. Horns and strings…
And you have original members from the album such as Bob Ezrin and Steve Hunter?
Yes, we have the original arrangements and Hunter on guitar. Hunter is pretty astonishing…
I’ve seen the film that Julian Schnabel made of your 2006 shows of ‘Berlin’…
You saw what?
I saw the film. I saw it a few weeks ago.
You saw it where?
At a press screening.
Hmm. You know every place that we’ve shown it I was there to check the sound out before the film came on because most theatres they have it too low…I hope that wasn’t the situation.
No, it sounded fantastic. And I’ve not seen the show live so the film looked amazing and I really liked the set design, the way it looked and also the dramatised sections. It looked really good.
Well, thank you.
Were there any plans to make those dramatised sections longer?
Are you on a cell phone?
Yeah, I am, yeah.
Cos you’re cutting in and out.
Not sounding too good?
It’s just sometimes hard to hear you. What was the question again?
I was asking about the dramatised sections of the film.
Lola Schnabel’s films?
That’s right, yes. Were there any plans to extend those and make a longer film?
No, it was just to be part of the texture of the whole thing.
What did it mean to you to tour the album after so many years?
I just told you. I’ve got Hunter, I’ve got strings, got horns…a choir. It’s really cool. Really fun.
And it seems like the attention paid to the album has turned around a lot since the ’70s because back then it took a bit of a hammering from the critics…
Let me make one thing really clear to you: I don’t write for critics. I have no interest in what they say. Nothing has anything to do with them at all. Period. Over. I don’t write for them, I’m not interested in what they say. I’m not interested if they like it, I’m not interested if they don’t like it. I like it. So you don’t have to ask me about what I think about the reaction and the blah blah… let’s just talk about ‘Berlin’, not the opinion of critics.
Okay. Where did the idea for ‘Berlin’ first formulate?
My friend Susan Feldman runs St Ann’s Warehouse [New York’s cutting edge performance space] and thought we should stage ‘Berlin’ or just play it with the band. And she asked every year.
For how long?
Do you really want an answer to that question?
Yeah, I do.
I don’t remember. But she asked again and I wasn’t doing anything and I thought you know maybe this would be fun to go and do that. And then it went from there.
Is it more important than some of your other albums to stage it in that way?
What do you mean?
With the orchestra and lots of different people involved…
I still don’t know what you mean. I told Julian that I was thinking of performing ‘Berlin’ and he said, “I should make sets”, and he was making a movie at the time in France and he said, “but I should direct it.”
Did you know Julian for a long time before? He’s a good friend of yours?
He lives across the street… I was in a store today where they have Damien Hirst Warhol jeans. That’s unbelievable.
Damien Hirst Warhol jeans?
I didn’t know Damien Hirst made jeans. Must be branching out.
It says Damien Hirst. Maybe there should be some Andy Warhol/Lou Reed jeans, Jesus!
They’re not 501’s but these were… these were…
Did they have a print on them or something?
They had something on them. They were great!
What a great idea. Right now I’m looking at some remarkable pictures by Nan Goldin. For a show she’s going to have at the Tate. Getting off ‘Berlin’ for a minute…But let’s go back to ‘Berlin’.
Yeah, let’s go back to ‘Berlin’. Creatively speaking how much of a link is there between ‘Berlin’ and your other work, or does it stand alone?
No, it’s part of the whole thing. If you think of everything as a bunch of vignettes, it slides right in.
I’ve been listening to your music for years and ‘Berlin’ for me stands apart in a certain sense. Perhaps because the songs are more personal? I’m not sure… To me it seems more personal, less of a commercial record.
You’re not saying my other albums are commercial are you?
No, not at all.
How could you even dream or think something of someone who is as uncommercial as I am?
Well, there’s nothing wrong with commercial, anyway.
Well, there you go. Are you commercial?
Er, no I’ve got about 10p. The only reason I’m doing this is because I love your work so much. I’m actually at a festival.
I’m at a festival that is named after one of your songs.
In England. In Sussex.
All Tomorrow’s Parties.
I thought that… I played at All Tomorrow’s Parties but it was in California.
They move it around.
It was a great festival. Are we talking about the same festival?
Yeah, I think so. It moves around. You know Pitchfork – the website? They are curating it.
Well, sure… So you’re at the festival? Have you got the ‘Berlin’ CD?
I’ve got the record.
Wait till the DVD is out. It was pretty terrible when they first made CDs…it sounded horrible. But they’ve got a lot better.
I prefer records.
Do you have a record player?
Yeah, I do.
It’s pretty old. It’s a Gerrard stack. ’70s. Pretty cool.
Do you have a vinyl ‘Berlin’? After all these years?
Well I didn’t buy it at the time. Cos I wasn’t born but…
(Laughs) Well that’s good. Do you know who Nan Goldin is?
No, I don’t.
She’s a great artist and photographer and she’s gonna have this great show at the Tate.
In New York?
No, no in London. She’s great.
Because you’re quite involved with photography now aren’t you?
I’m going to have another book out soon.
Are you concentrating more on photography at the moment than music?
No. It’s just whichever way whatever. It’s kind of hard going from one to the other; memorising different systems.
What about any new projects musically speaking? Any plans for new albums, new records?
Well I’m making some new music for a Tai Chi DVD and I’m writing a couple new songs. When we were touring I was writing new songs… but I don’t have enough for a CD. It’s a very slow process.
Who’s your favourite new group?
Hot Chip. They’re pretty good. Have you heard of them?
I just saw a band called Sebadoh. Do you know them?
You’re really dropping out.
I’m in a chalet kind of thing.
Okay, we have about five minutes left… You’re a nice guy.
Oh, cheers. This isn’t the easiest interview ever.
I got lucky. Getting you.
Well thanks; it’s not the easiest of circumstances I must admit because I’m at a festival with my phone.
I appreciate the effort. Last question. Do you still like Portishead?
Yes the album’s really good. After about eight years of waiting.
It is really good.
You like it?
I do like it. I like it a lot.
What other bands are you listening to at the moment?
I like Dr Dog. They’re in Philadelphia, they’re really good. Bon Iver. There’s so many out there. All these crazy Japanese groups, I mean my God! Melt Banana, Boris.
Melt Banana are amazing.
I wonder how long they can do that.
It looks quite tiring.
Yeah, my God! I wonder if Melt Banana came from the Velvet Underground’s Banana?
It could well have done. You’re probably sick of talking about the Velvet Underground but how much of their influence is still out there?
How would I know?
Well you were in them.
Well yeah but I don’t measure. I have no idea. It would be better to ask people in bands.
There was that famous quote about…
Oh I know.
Yeah that thing that always gets reeled out about everyone who bought the albums…
That was Eno I think…
[Brian Eno once said: “Only a thousand people bought the first Velvet Underground album, but all of them went out to form a band”] I know a lot of bands still listen to the Velvets, but I think ‘Berlin’ means as much…well to me anyway.
Well it meant a lot to me too. More than you’ll ever know! You have no idea.
What was the pressure on ‘Berlin’ after making an album like ‘Transformer’? Why were people so shocked by it?
I think… although you find things like that in novels and plays for hundreds of years, that kind of plot… for some reason that I don’t understand to this day having it out on vinyl was considered, I dunno… very left field or something. And it was considered violent and depressing and this that and the other… so, I don’t understand it to this day. You know, it’s about jealousy.
About human interaction?
Well, yeah. But I mean in ‘Othello’ he kills Desdemona. What do you think about that? In ‘Berlin’ the lead guy is not a king or a general. (Laughs) He’s just a bloke like me.
RIP Lou x
A version of this article first appeared in Clash Magazine back in 2008.