Horror On TV: The Veil 1.9 “The Return of Madame Vernoy” (dir by Herbert L. Strock)

Posted on October 12, 2019 by Lisa Marie Bowman

Tonight’s episode of The Veil is a weird one.

Basically, Armand Vernoy (Jean Del Val) is haunted by not only the death of Indian his wife but also the fact that he’s lost all of his money “in the war” and will not be able to send his son, Krishna (George Hamilton) off to study with the world-renowned Prof. Charles Goncourt (Boris Karloff, who not only hosts but gets to play a kindly character for once). Then a young woman named Santha Naidu (Lee Torrance) shows up. She’s a year younger than Krishna but she claims to be his mother, reincarnated! Meanwhile, back in India, a young man hopes to marry Santha but he’s been told that he can’t because she’s already been married in a previous life….

This is an okay episode, though definitely not as good as some of the previous episodes of The Veil. Boris doesn’t get to do much but it’s kind of nice to see him play a character who is as nice as he apparently was in real life. If this episode were made today, the casting of Torrance and Hamilton as Indians would undoubtedly be extremely controversial.

Anyway, enjoy this trip to 1958!

The TSL’s Horror Grindhouse: Living Space (dir by Steven Spiel)

Posted on October 12, 2019 by Lisa Marie Bowman

So, before I talk about this movie, I want to talk about the title. This is an independent Australian film from 2018 and, when it was originally released, its title was Living Space. That’s not a particularly exciting title but it’s a title that goes along with the plot of the film and, in context of the story, it makes sense.

The film has since been retitled Nazi Undead. That’s the title that’s used on the imdb. That’s the title that’s used when it airs on Showtime and Starz. When I recorded the film, I specifically set the DVR to record Nazi Undead. I’m going to assume that it was felt that Nazi Undead was a more “commercial” title and I suppose it is. For me, I saw the title and I immediately thought of the great 70s zombie flick, Shock Waves. That said, it’s not a title that I plan on using in this review. Living Space may not carry the punch of Nazi Undead but it’s still a far more appropriate title for this film, which involves a very evil spirit but no actual zombies.

As for the film itself, it opens with two Americans tourists driving through Germany. Ashley (Georgia Chara) and Brad (Leigh Scully) should be having the time of their lives but they just can’t stop arguing. At one point, Brad even calls Ashley a “whore” and it’s shortly afterwards that a house appears in the distance. They’re having car trouble. Brad wants to go in the house and get help. Ashley is haunted by a horrific sense of deja vu and doesn’t want to. Brad orders her to enter the house.

It turns out that Ashley was right. The house is not a place you want to enter. The house was once owned by a Nazi officer (Andy McPhee) who, one night, murdered his entire family. His spirit is there and it’s still filled with the hatred and the sadism that fueled the Third Reich. Brad is killed. Ashley is next….

Suddenly, Ashley and Brad are sitting in the car again. The house is sitting in front of them. Ashley again has a horrific feeling of deja vu. Brad again orders her to go into the house. It’s a time loop, always starting with them at the car and always ending with a night of torture and death inside the house. Each time, Ashley’s sense of deja vu grows stronger. And each time, Brad is insistent that she enter the house….

It’s an interesting idea, really. The evil of the Nazis, the film seems to be saying, cannot just be forgotten and, due to stubbornness or willful blindness, we’re destined to suffer through their evil again and again unless people are willing to listen to and heed the warning signs. The film opens with a title card that explains the idea behind Hitler’s concept of a “living space,” that room had to be made for the Aryan people and, in order to make that room, all undesirables would have to be moved somewhere else. The house is a living space, one that is dominated not just by the evil ideology of its former inhabitant but also by the officer’s overwhelming hatred of women. (Both the ghost and Brad use the word “whore,” which suggests that the whole reason the house appeared was because of Brad’s uttering of that word. Brad and the ghost are in league, whether Brad realizes it or not.) Every time, it’s Ashley who know what waits inside the house and Brad who insists that she enter it….

If only the execution was as assured as the idea behind it! Georgia Chara does a good job in the role of Ashley but the rest of the cast is less impressive and, once they enter the house, the film sometimes seems to get so caught up in trying to duplicate other recent “torture” films that it runs the risk of trivializing exactly what it’s meant to condemn. The film has a lot of ambition and, flaws and all, I do look forward to seeing what Steven Spiel does next. Hopefully, whatever it is, it won’t get saddled with a name like Nazi Undead.

Not A Sequel: Witchtrap (1989, directed by Kevin Tenney)

Posted on October 12, 2019 by Jedadiah Leland

“This is NOT a sequel to Witch Board!”

It may be directed by the same director and have a suspiciously similar title and it might feature a ghost that seems a lot like the malevolent spirit from Witch Board but Witchtrap is most assuredly not a sequel to Witch Board! Got that? Just in case you missed thr point, this VHS version of this movie opens with a credit that repeats “This NOT a sequel to Witch Board!” On the version I saw, this was followed immediately by a trailer for Witch Board.

Witch Trap takes place in a haunted bed and breakfast. The owner wants to make a lot of money with but first he wants a group of psychics to spend the night and determine whether or not the place is really haunted by the ghost of a magician and serial killer named Avery Launder. (Avery Launder is played by J.P. Luebsen, who also played the evil spirit in Witch Board, to which this film is definitely not a sequel.) Accompanying the psychics is a former cop named Tony Vincente (James W. Quinn) and an A/V technician named Ginger Kowalski (Linnea Quigley). Ginger’s there so she can set up a tripod and take a shower. Guess who is the first to die?

Witchtrap is the type of movie that used to show up all the time on late nighy Cinemax in the early to mid-90s. There’s not much of a story but there’s boobs and plenty of blood and, back then, that’s all that a teenager secretly staying up late and watching cable really needed. Watching it today, Witchtrap is mostly dull but it does try to be about something more than just ghosts and Linnea Quigley shower scenes. The psychics spend a surprisingly large amount of time debating the universe and the concept of morality. It doesn’t add up too much but at least it’s there.

As far as Kevin Tenney horror movies are concerned, Witchtrap can’t hold a candle to Night of the Demons and rumor has it that it’s not a sequel to Witchboard. It’s forgettable but worth watching if you’re having early Cinemax nostalgia pains.

Game Review: Your Dog Has Been Abducted by Aliens (2012, David Yates)

Posted on October 12, 2019 by Jedadiah Leland

Your dog has been abducted by aliens! Can you find and rescue him?

This game is a Choose Your Own Adventure-type game, where you’re given a situation and then have to choose how to respond. Making the right choice will lead to you eventually rescuing your dog. Making the wrong choice could lead to everything from you not finding your dog to getting kidnapped by the police.

This a simple and very short game. The author writes that he spent approximately two and a half hours on it. By design, it’s not exactly challenging. A good deal of the choices come down to “Search for your dog” or “Panic and run around in circles.” In most cases, the correct choice should be obvious. Even if the game isn’t challenging, it is well-written and it has some funny moments. Anyone who has ever had to search for a pet will be able to relate to it. And, if you’re a foreign alien Luddite, this game will give you a chance to learn how not to kidnap a dog.

It can be played by clicking here.

Scenes I Love: Robert Forster in El Camino

Posted on October 12, 2019 by Lisa Marie Bowman

Today, I’m taking a break from sharing horror movie scenes that I can pay tribute to the great actor, Robert Forster.

Forster passed away on Friday, shortly after his final film — El Camino — dropped on Netflix. Forster had a small but pivotal role in the film, reprising the Breaking Bad character of Ed. Ed may look like a vacuum cleaner repairman but he’s actually the guy you want to see if you need to start a new life far away from New Mexico.

Admittedly, Forster doesn’t say a lot in the scene below. Aaron Paul’s the one who does most of the talking but then again, Forster wasn’t an actor who needed a lot of lines to make an impression. Forster excelled at playing down-to-Earth men who may not have said much but who still meant every word that they said. Forster does so much with just his eyes and his taciturn expression here. And when he does speak, the lines are killer.

Obviously, this scene is going to count as a spoiler if you haven’t seen El Camino yet.

Robert Forster, R.I.P. He was one of the greats.

Horror Book Review: Fevre Dream by George R. R. Martin

Posted on October 12, 2019 by Lisa Marie Bowman

First published in 1982, George R. R. Martin’s Fevre Dream is a novel that centers on two men. Captain Abner Marsh may be considered physically unattractive and lacking in certain social graces but he’s also known as one of the best steamboat captains in pre-Civil War Mississippi. Joshua York may be wealthy and charming (if a bit pale and fond of a strange-tasting red liquor) but he knows little about how to actually run a steamboat. That said, as York explains it to Marsh, he wants to build the fastest and most luxurious steamboat ever made. Marsh may initially be weary of the seemingly eccentric York but he needs the money.

When the steamboat (which is christened the Fevre Dream) is eventually constructed, it turns out to be everything that York said it would be. Soon, Marsh is sailing the boat up and down the Mississippi River. The command of the boat and its passengers is largely left in Marsh’s hands. York requests is that he and his friends be left alone in their cabins. York doesn’t particularly enjoy coming out during the day….

Could York be a vampire? Of course, he is! But he’s not the type of vampire that everyone’s read about. Instead, York is a visionary vampire. His dream is to set his people free from their compulsive blood-drinking. However, there’s another vampire moving up and down the river. His name is Damon Julian and he has plans of his own for the Fevre Dream….

A vampire novel by George R. R. Martin!? Indeed, it is! Of course, since this is a Martin book, the vampires of Fevre Dream aren’t like the traditional vampires that we all know and love. These vampires are a totally different species of being and one of the key points of the book is that humans cannot be transformed into vampires. Indeed, the vampires view human as being mere “cattle,” being bred for their hunger. York’s concern is that, if the vampires continue to feed on humans, the humans will eventually rise up and destroy them. Damon, of course, is far less concerned about that. Just as how the white slave owners arrogantly assume that their slaves have no desire to free, Damon and his followers arrogantly assume that the humans will always stay in their place. Damon even has a human servant, Billy Tipton, who has been fooled into thinking that he might someday become a vampire as long as he does everything that Damon orders him to do.

It’s an interesting novel, one that does a good job of incorporating it’s paranormal story into an authentic, historical background. If you’re really into vampires and steamboats, there’s a lot of both to be found in this book. Unfortunately, I get the feeling that the people reading for the vampires will probably get bored with all pages devoted to steamboats while steamboat enthusiasts might not care much for the vampires. Myself, I’m a history nerd and a lover of all things vampiric so there’s no way I wouldn’t appreciate a novel about vampires in 19th century Mississippi.

It may not be for everyone but Fevre Dream is a well-written and compulsively readable historical vampire epic.

International Horror Film Review: Nosferatu, the Vampyre (dir by Werner Herzog)

Posted on October 12, 2019 by Lisa Marie Bowman

Agck! The rats!

Nosferatu, Werner Herzog’s 1979 remake of the F.W. Murnau’s classic silent vampire film, may be best known for Klaus Kinski’s feral performance of Count Dracula but, for me, I’ll always remember the rats.

When Dracula first comes to the city of Wismar, he travels via a boat. Spending the day in his coffin, he arises at night to kill the crew of the ship. (Eventually, the captain’s dead body ends up tied to the wheel to ensure that the boat’s course is not altered.) In order to keep the people of Wismar from realizing that they have a vampire in their midst, Dracula travels with thousands of rats and forges the ship’s log to make it seem as if the crew has fallen victim to the plague. When the boat docks at Wismar, thousands of rats flood into the streets. When Lucy (Isabelle Adjani) later walks through the streets of the Wismar, it becomes obvious that the rats have conquered the city. The remaining people are too busy burying their dead and preparing for the end to do much about the rats. One group cheerfully eats a lavish meal while thousands of rats wait behind them. Later, the rodents have taken over the table. The people are gone but the rats remain.

Werner Herzog has often cited the original Nosferatu as one of the films that most inspired him as a young filmmaker. His remake is both a respectful homage to the original film and also a uniquely Herozgian work. Much as the Spanish expedition at the center of Aguirre, The Wrath of God ended with the raft being conquered by monkeys, the city of Wismar is conquered by both rats and mythology. Even towards the end of the film, when it becomes obvious that a vampire has come to town, the people refuse to believe it. Some wait for God to save them. Some just decide to celebrate the end. But only Lucy, who we are told is pure of heart, is willing to sacrifice herself for the people of Wismar. And yet, the film leaves us wondering if that sacrifice would really be worth it. Are the people of Wismar worth saving? This version of Nosferatu suggests that perhaps they’re not.

Lucy is the wife of estate agent Jonathan Harker (Bruno Ganz). As with almost every version of Dracula, Nosferatu opens with Harker traveling to Dracula’s castle, dismissing the claims of local villagers are being mere superstition, and then eventually meeting the count himself. Klaus Kinski may be made up to look like Max Schreck from the original film but he still turns Dracula into a uniquely Kinski-like creation. Kinski’s Dracula has little of the old world charm of Bela Lugosi or even Christopher Lee. Instead, he’s like a feral animal, hissing out his dialogue and almost always hiding in the shadows. It’s been such a long time since this Dracula was human that he no longer knows how interact with them. Instead, like an abused animal, he cringes when Harker attempts to speak to him. There’s a loneliness to this Dracula and an unexpected sadness in his eyes. Asking him to control his thirst for blood would be like asking a wild animal not to obey its natural instinct to kill. The only time that this Dracula doesn’t seem to be full of self-loathing is when he’s actually hunting blood. Then he moves like a calculating predator.

As one might expect from a Herzog film, Nosferatu moves at its somewhat odd but deliberate pace. (Harker’s lengthy journey to reach Dracula’s remote castle will remind you of Klaus Kinski trying to conquer the Amazon in Aguirre and Fitzcarraldo.) The imagery is surreal and dream-like. I already mentioned the rats and the scene of Kinski stalking the captain of the boat feels like it was taken from a filmed nightmare. It’s also impossible to forget the images of black-clad men, marching down the streets of Wismar and carrying coffins on their shoulders, all ignoring Lucy as she begs them to understand that there is something even deadlier than the plague at work in Wismar.

Both the original and the remake of Nosferatu are classic vampire films. I suggest watching both. Herzog shot two version of Nosferatu, one in German and one in English. Though both versions are essentially the same, I recommend the German version just because, in the English version, it’s obvious the actors are occasionally having trouble performing in a foreign language. The German version feels more authentic. Since the film is basically a visual poem, it’s effective even if you’re watching it without subtitles.

“I Am The Doorway”, Story Review by Case Wright

Posted on October 12, 2019 by casewright

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How free are we? “I am the doorway” by Stephen King is an early work. It was published in 1971, when he was just 24. For context, we’d just gotten back from the moon 2 years prior. The stories in Night Shift were gathered from this time period. “I am the doorway” was published by Cavalier (see above). I always thought that was odd not that Stephen King was getting published, but Cavalier? Cavalier was a “Men’s” magazine. I always thought that was strange and must be unique to the 1960s and early 1970s where people paired their Men’s magazines with literature and poetry. Shel Silverstein wrote poetry for Playboy. I guess that’s where The Sidewalk really ended?

The stories in Night Shift, and “I am the doorway” revolve around free will and how free we actually are by outside influence. The occult is present of course, but that’s tangential. The real meat of Stephen’s stories is always about the people living with the monsters. In these early stories, it’s the people who are the monsters. Either people are pulling their strings, life is pulling their strings, or monsters. This was his life. He was newly married, he had kids on the way, and he was working jobs from substitute teaching to laundry to meet the bills. Very few of us are free and if you think you are one of the Select, stop paying your credit card or student loan for a couple of cycles and get back to me.

The will once given up can’t be retrieved, you’re trapped like Richard in Quitters Inc.. Blood called to blood in Jerusalem’s Lot from generations forward, poking free will right in the eye. In Salem’s Lot, Ben Mears described his oddly fortuitous meeting of Susan Norton – Ben Mears’ love interest- as if the “universe were making some sort of cosmic bread.” When the will is taken away, it can be retrieved with a cost like in Jerusalem’s Lot or in this story “I am the Doorway”. The main point is that if we give into the darkness like the teenagers did in Night Surf, we are gone for good. The will itself is like origami beautiful, fragile, and unique to the individual. The will is cajoled, stolen, sold, and bought back. The will for King appears to be akin to the soul. Perhaps that’s why giving up one’s will to a higher power is so challenging and difficult to do?

“I am the doorway” is told as a first person narrative by Arthur who was an astronaut to Venus. He gets exposed to alien cooties and starts to morph…grossly. He develops eyes on his hands, which allows the aliens from Venus to see into our world. Although he is disabled, when he falls asleep, the Venusians hijack his body and make him kill with lightning bolt powers. The first victim is a child. He understands that the Venutians will invade using him as a portal somehow. Maybe he could try Atkins and get really small? To stop the invasion, he tries to burn the eyes off of his hands with Kerosene, but 7 years later, eyes open on his chest or as Stephen King would write “Sometimes They Come Back”.

Arthur can get his will back and stop the murders and the invasion, but the price will be the highest he can pay. Like Arthur, we have these external forces in our lives. Whether we are really free or not, I don’t really think so. Some will is great to be abdicated. You give some freedom for the best moments in your life: marriage and children. Both take up time and limit your freedom (no spur of the moment Vegas Trips and getting out the door can be interminable), but they complete a part of yourself that was missing and desperately needed to be found and they kinda look you and act like you, or the UPS man. Maybe giving up some of our will is the only way we can grow? Perhaps the doorway for us is to wisdom.

4 Shots From 4 Films: Child’s Play, Faceless, The Lair of the White Worm, Night of the Demons

Posted on October 12, 2019 by Lisa Marie Bowman

4 Shots From 4 Films is just what it says it is, 4 shots from 4 of our favorite films. As opposed to the reviews and recaps that we usually post, 4 Shots From 4 Films lets the visuals do the talking!

This October, we’re using 4 Shots From 4 Films to look at some of the best years that horror has to offer!

4 Shots From 4 1988 Horror Films

Child’s Play (1988, dir by Tom Holland)

Faceless (1988, dir by Jess Franco)

The Lair Of The White Worm (1988, dir by Ken Russell)

Night of the Demons (1988, dir by Kevin Tenney)

Horror Film Review: One Hour Photo (dir by Mark Romanek)

Posted on October 12, 2019 by Lisa Marie Bowman

I guess some people might argue that the 2002 film, One Hour Photo, isn’t really a horror film.

It’s an argument that I can understand. The film does have its scary moments, like the scene where Sy Parrish (Robin Williams) dreams that his eyes are exploding. But there aren’t any ghosts or vampires or hockey mask-wearing slashers to be found in One Hour Photo. Even the film’s most disturbing moment — in which we see that Sy’s apartment is nearly empty except for a giant collage of pictures that cover his living room wall — is more depressing than scary.

It’s really a very sad movie. In fact, it’s probably even more sad today than when it was originally released. Now, when you see Robin Williams’s sad eyes and you hear him talking about how reality can never live up to a photograph, it’s impossible not to think about the actor’s 2014 suicide. I remember that, when One Hour Photo and Insomnia came out in the same year, there was a lot of talk about how unexpected it was to see Robin Williams playing such dark characters. Now, of course, that darkness is a key part of Robin Williams’s persona.

In hindsight, it’s also sad because one watches the film with the knowledge that, even if Sy hadn’t lost it at the end of One Hour Photo, he still probably be a lost soul in 2019. When we first meet Sy, he’s working at the one-hour photo lab in SavMart. He talks about how much he loves developing pictures. When someone mentions that they’ve been thinking about getting a digital camera, Sy nervously chuckles and says, “Don’t do that, you’ll put us out of business.” Of course, in 2019, people take pictures with their phones and even digital cameras are viewed as being something of a relic. If Sy were around and free today, I doubt he’d have a job. If he did have a job, it’s doubtful it would be one that would allow him to cover his wall with someone else’s photos. Instead, in 2019, I imagine Sy would be one of those people following strangers on social media and printing out all their pictures and probably sending them unsolicited DMs and private messages.

Sy is obsessed with the Yorkin family, Will (Michael Vartan), Nina (Connie Nielsen), and their son, Jake (Dylan Smith). Even though the family barely knows who Sy is, he knows them because Sy has spent years developing (and stealing) their photos. Sy views them as being the perfect family. They’re the family that he wants to be a part of. “Sometimes I think of myself as being Uncle Sy,” he says at one point. But then Maya Burson (Erin Daniels) brings in her photos to be developed and Sy learns that the reality of the Yorkins is not as perfect as the photographs. And Sy loses it.

Actually, there’s quite a few reasons why Sy loses it and the film suggests that, if the Yorkins had never stepped into SavMart, Sy would have found another family on which to obsess. Something is missing inside of Sy. Incapable of dealing with reality, Sy instead deals with posed pictures of happy times. Towards the end of the film, there’s a throw-away line that attempts to offer some sort of insight into why Sy is such a lost soul. Personally, I think the film works better without an explanation. Why is less important than the fact that Sy exists.

In the end, One Hour Photo qualifies as a horror film not because of any paranormal danger but because it’s a film about the horror of everyday life. You never know who might be watching you. That friendly clerk who waits on you at the grocery store might be following you home and imagining that he’s a part of your life. You never know. One Hour Photo is the film that suggests that, lurking behind every friendly smile, there’s a blank Sy Parrish. It’s a scary thought.