This 1991 made-for-TV movie opens with a murder in a Brooklyn park. The year is 1979 and a group of teenagers are accosted by two men carrying guns. The men rob the teenagers of their drugs and guns. One person is killed. When the police arrive, almost everyone says that it was too dark to see anything. However, a 15 year-old named Jimmy O’Neill (Tristan Tait) says that he saw the faces of the men.
At the police station, the detective (Mark Metcalf) shows him a picture of a man named Billy Ferro (Zachary Mott) and Jimmy identifies him as one of the gunmen. The detective then produces a picture of a 19 year-old named Bobby McLaughlin (Brendan Fraser) and asks if Bobby was the other man. When Jimmy hesitates, the detective says that McLaughlin has been arrested with Billy in the past.
Of course, the truth of the matter is that, while Bobby has been arrested in the past, he’s never been arrested for anything as serious as murder and he’s never met Billy Ferro. The man who had been arrested in the past with Ferro was named Harold McLaughlin. The detective accidentally grabbed the wrong picture.
Bobby, a high school drop-out who lives with his foster parents (played by Martin Sheen and Caroline Kava), is arrested and charged with second degree murder. It doesn’t matter that Bobby passes a polygraph because the results are not admissible in court. It doesn’t matter what Bobby has an alibi because the prosecutor portrays all of his friends as being a collection of stoners and losers. It doesn’t matter what Bobby has never even met Billy Ferro because Ferro isn’t going to help anyone out, even someone who he knows is being falsely convicted. Bobby is convicted of second degree murder and sent to prison.
For the next seven years, while Bobby tries to survive prison, his foster father attempts to prove his son’s innocence. With the police refusing to help, Bobby’s father is forced to launch his own investigation but it seems like no matter what he discovers, it’s not enough to get Bobby out of prison. Still, neither he nor Bobby gives up. Neither one will accept a system in which you’re guilty until proven innocent….
For most people who choose to watch this film, I imagine it will be because of that “Introducing Brendan Fraser” credit. Fraser gives a very good performance in this film, playing Bobby as basically well-meaning but directionless teenager who finds himself trapped in a nightmare. Of course, the majority of this film is Martin Sheen yelling about the injustice of it all. This is the type of crusader role that Sheen has played often. As was often the case when he was cast in films like this, there’s nothing subtle about Sheen’s performance but it’s not really a role that needs or demands subtlety.
Though this was made-for-television and, as such, is never quite as critical of the system as perhaps it should be (if anything, the film argues that one should trust the system to eventually do the right thing, even if it does so seven years too late), it still shows how one cop’s mistake can ruin an innocent’s man life. It’s all the more effective because it’s based on a true story. Of course, I immediately knew the cop shouldn’t be trusted because he was played by Mark Metcalf. Niedermeyer as a cop? That’s definitely not going to end well.
“Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.” —Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot opens with an unsettling and bold narrative choice. Instead of introducing the main characters or setting a conventional stage, the novel begins by showing two nameless figures—an older man and a younger companion, burdened by events already passed. These itinerants are fleeing a terrible evil, seeking refuge in a small Mexican village, suffused with mystery and dread. This brief but cryptic prologue hooks the reader immediately with a pervasive sense of unease and unanswered questions: who are these men, and what horror haunts them so far from home?
This unsettling beginning is not only risky but masterful. King, in just his second published novel, chooses to forgo straightforward exposition and instead promises that the narrative will move backward, retracing the dark events that led to this moment of flight and loss. The prologue casts a shadow into the past, preparing readers for a story where the darkness is already present and will only deepen.
Rewinding, the narrative places us in the small New England town of Jerusalem’s Lot—known to its inhabitants simply as “The Lot”—a quintessential small town in 1970s Maine. Here, Ben Mears, a novelist haunted by childhood trauma centered on the forbidding Marsten House, returns home with the intention of writing about the old mansion. The Marsten House is not just a setting; it is a malignant presence perched over the town like an ominous sentinel. Ben’s youth intrudes everywhere in his memory of that house—a place where something unknowable once touched him—and now, as an adult, he confronts both that past and the house again, its shadow casting unease over the town.
Ben isn’t the only arrival. Richard Straker sets up an antique shop, accompanied by his rarely seen partner, Kurt Barlow—an inscrutable figure whose very mention deepens the novel’s pervasive tension. King reveals Barlow’s presence slowly and indirectly, heightening the atmosphere without immediate confrontation.
King excels at immersing readers in the rhythms of small-town life. Through detailed observation of everyday routines, gossip, and personalities, he crafts a believable, textured community. Each townsperson—whether skeptical official, gossip-prone neighbor, child, or elder—is vividly realized, not as a simple archetype but as a living, breathing individual. Yet beneath this surface of normalcy lurks a pervasive darkness: secrets, resentments, and moral frailties accumulate like hidden mildew in the town’s corners.
In this, Salem’s Lot evokes the spirit of Peyton Place, the classic fictional small town where scandal and hypocrisy fester beneath neighborly facades. King’s Jerusalem’s Lot feels like a much darker cousin—a town where those faults and hidden sins once fodder for gossip become the very soil from which real, supernatural evil springs. While Peyton Place explored human failings within social dynamics, Salem’s Lot reveals how those failings create openings for Kurt Barlow’s vampiric menace. The town’s insularity, mistrust of outsiders, and collective denial become liabilities dooming it—not just morally, but existentially.
At the heart of this encroaching nightmare stands the Marsten House, a building elevated beyond mere backdrop into a living entity. Like Shirley Jackson’s Hill House, Richard Matheson’s Belasco House in Hell House, and King’s own later Overlook Hotel, the Marsten House is steeped in decades of violence and evil. Its walls seem to soak up past horrors; its windows serve as more than architectural features—they are eyes into the house’s dark soul. This physical presence is sinister and predatory, complicit in the nightmarish events it enables. To enter the house is to step into something corrupt and breathing, an organism as alive and malign as the vampire it conceals.
What makes Salem’s Lot especially powerful is how King integrates the supernatural into the texture of daily life. The fantastical elements do not feel imposed or alien but grow organically from the social dynamics, habits, and vulnerabilities of this small town. The horror is inevitable precisely because it grows from recognizable human weaknesses and communal blind spots. This fluid blending invites readers to experience terror as an intimate shattering of the ordinary, a disruption of the familiar.
Relationships anchor the emotional core of the narrative. Ben’s romance with Susan Norton, the steady wisdom of Matt Burke, the youthful courage of Mark Petrie—their humanity keeps the terror grounded and poignant. As vampirism spreads, these bonds are tested and shattered. Community, which once defined the town’s identity, fractures under suspicion and fear. Friends become threats; homes become prisons.
The looming Marsten House is a perfect emblem of this dual threat: a predator perched within the community itself. As Barlow turns neighbors into monsters, the house’s silent complicity looms ever larger. It is as much a character as any human, a sentinel feeding on the decay of place and spirit alike.
As the novel hurtles toward its climax, King heightens the tension with vivid, claustrophobic scenes inside the haunted mansion. The house’s corridors and rooms twist into traps, its atmosphere suffocating and oppressive. King’s mastery of sensory detail brings a visceral dimension to the horror, blending psychological terror with physical menace.
The conclusion returns to the somber tone of the prologue. Although some survive, the town is hollowed out—a ghostly husk abandoned to darkness. Evil is not eradicated but waits patiently, ready to thread its way back through the cracks. The cycle of horror, loss, and exile continues.
Stephen King’s unique strength in Salem’s Lot lies not only in his richly developed characters and finely drawn community but in how seamlessly he introduces supernatural horror into what reads like a real-time study of small-town life. The fantastical elements grow naturally from the social fabric, making the terror feel inevitable rather than contrived. This synthesis of realism and fantasy deepens the novel’s power.
King’s portrayal of Jerusalem’s Lot as a place rotting from within yet clinging to its veneer of normalcy offers a chilling echo of Peyton Place. But while Metalious’s town suffocated under scandal, Salem’s Lot is consumed by predation—the vampire feasting not only on blood but on the fractures of belonging and trust. It is both eerily familiar and profoundly alien: a place where monsters live not just in shadows, but in whispered suspicions and buried sins.
Through this blend of gothic haunted-house traditions, social critique, and psychological realism, Salem’s Lot endures as a masterpiece of horror. The Marsten House is not merely a setting but a sentinel, symbolizing accumulated evil watching over a doomed community. King’s novel terrifies not only with its monsters but with its intimate knowledge of how everyday life can harbor the seeds of nightmare beneath a calm surface.
This October, I’m going to be doing something a little bit different with my contribution to 4 Shots From 4 Films. I’m going to be taking a little chronological tour of the history of horror cinema, moving from decade to decade.
Today, we take a look at the first few years of 1940s.
4 Shots From 4 Horror Films
Dr. Cyclops (1940, dir by Ernest B. Schoedsack)
The Wolf Man (1941, dir by George Waggner)
Cat People (1942, dir by Jacques Tourneur)
I Walked With A Zombie (1943, dir by Jacques Tourneur)
1975’s Trilogy of Terror is a true classic, a rare made-for-television horror film that could have just as easily and effectively been released in theaters.
As one can surmise from the title, it features three stories. Each story is directed by Dan Curtis and written by Richard Matheson. Each story also features Karen Black in the lead role, giving Black a chance to play not just one but four very different characters over the course of one film. One of the things that makes this film work so well is Karen Black’s totally committed performance. Sadly, Karen Black later expressed some regret about having appeared in the film because it led to her being typecast as a horror actress, which she definitely hadn’t been before. (One need only watch Karen Black in Five Easy Pieces, Nashville, or Family Plot to see what a good actress she was. Even in something like Easy Rider, where she had only a small role and very few lines, her talent is obvious.) As a result, Black was no longer considered for the big studio films that she had appeared in previously and instead, she spent the remained of her career appearing in low-budget horror films. That’s a shame because Trilogy of Terror really does show what a strong actress Black was.
The first segment features Black as Julie, a seemingly uptight teacher who somewhat surprisingly agrees to go out on a date with Chad (Robert Burton), a sleazy college student. Chad drugs Julie’s drink during their date and later undresses her and takes pictures which he then uses in an attempt to blackmail Julie into basically being his sex slave. Julie, however, turns out to have a big secret of her own and Chad discovers too late that he was the one who was being manipulated. This segment was the least interesting of the three stories but the ending was very satisfying. Anyone who has ever dated a “nice guy” who turned out to actually be a jerk will enjoy Julie’s revenge.
The second segment is enjoyably sordid, an over-the-top soap opera that I can’t talk too much about without spoiling the plot. Black plays Millicent, a repressed brunette, who is hatefully obsessed with her twin sister, blonde Theresa (Black again). Millicent fears that Therese is planning to corrupt and destroy her boyfriend, Thomas (John Karlen). Millicent explains to her therapist (George Gaynes) all of the terrible things that Therese has done. Of course, the truth turns out to be much more complicated. This story was entertaining and featured a surprisingly effective twist.
The third segment is the one that everyone remembers. Amelia (Karen Black) lives alone in a high-rise apartment and has recently purchased, as a present for her anthropologist boyfriend, a wooden fetish doll in the form of a misshapen aboriginal warrior with pointed teeth and a spear. The doll comes with a scroll that explains that the doll is inhabited by the spirit of a Zuni hunter and that the only thing keeping the doll from coming to life is the gold chain adorning the doll. Of course, the chain eventually falls off and Amelia finds herself being pursued through her apartment by a viscous doll that is obsessed with killing her. This is the simplest and the scariest of the Trilogy of Terror’s three stories. It’s easy to say that it’s just a doll until it pops out of nowhere and stabs Amelia in the ankle. This story ends on a properly dark note and that final image of Karen Black is haunting.
For a fifty year-old film, Trilogy of Terror holds up remarkably well. Watch it and witness just how good an actress Karen Black truly was.
Trilogy of Terror (1975, dir by Dan Curtis. DP: Paul Lohmann)
The Creation of the Humanoids takes place in the 23rd Century. A nuclear war has wiped out 92% of the human population. The radiation has caused many of the survivors to become sterile. The birth rate has plummeted to 1.4% and humanity is at risk of slowly dying out. The majority of the remaining humans have dealt with this news by becoming lazy and decadent. They live in luxurious apartments and they basically refuse to do anything themselves. Instead, all of the work is done by blue-skinned androids, the Humanoids that some dismissively refer to as being “clickers.” The Humanoids were not designed to have human emotions or thoughts but some appear to be developing them. The Order of Flesh and Blood want to destroy the Humanoids, especially when they hear rumors that a Humanoid has been created who is indistinguishable from an actual human. The Order of Flesh and Blood fears that the Humanoids are plotting to take over the world and replace humanity and …. they’re right!
Of course, the film suggests that might not be such a bad thing. The majority of the humans that we meet in The Creation of the Humanoids don’t seem to have much interest in continuing on with their lives. Having destroyed most of their civilization with a pointless nuclear war and now being unable to conceive, they seem to be content to laze about and wait for the end to come. Ironically, the only humans that seem to care about the future of their race are a bunch of fanatics. The Humanoids may move and speak stiffly but at least they’re making plans for the future and seem to actually care about the world in which they exist.
The Creation of the Humanoids was made for a very low-budget and with only the most rudimentary of sets. The luxury apartments all look very similar and very simple and yet that adds to the sense of ennui that runs through the entire film. The same can be said of the costumes, which are largely made up of jumpsuits and Confederate army caps that were reportedly rented from a local costume store. The drab costumes capture the feel of a society where being creative or imaginative is no longer rewarded and any sign of free thought is considered to be a threat. It’s the type of society that always seems to follow as a result of the empty promises of Marx and Coca-Cola. Fortunately, the film’s producers did pay extra so that the film could be shot in color, the better to highlight the blue tint of the Humanoids and the darkness outside of the city. They also wisely hired veteran cinematography Hal Mohr, who brings some visual flair to the project. Realizing that the film was extremely talky and that it featured characters who didn’t move around a lot, Mohr used creative camera angles and old-fashioned “glamour” lighting to give the film an interesting look. The film ultimately becomes a work of pop art and it’s not a surprise that Andy Warhol described Creation of the Humanoids as being his favorite film.
I like the film too. The stilted but philosophical dialogue, the atmosphere of ennui, the casting of Plane Nine From OuterSpace’s Dudley Manlove as a Humanoid, and the moment when Dr. Raven (Don Doolittle) breaks the fourth wall to speak directly the audience, it all adds up to something that is wonderfully bizarre and thoroughly unforgettable.
The Creation of the Humanoids (1962, dir by Wesley Barry)
Takashi Miike’s Audition premiered in 1999 at various international film festivals before receiving a limited theatrical release in Japan in 2000. Before this film, Miike was largely known in Japan as a director of gritty, often hyper-violent yakuza cinema, with films like the Black Society Trilogy defining his reputation. However, Audition introduced him to the world stage in a way that shocked and captivated audiences beyond Asia. It was a major step in bringing Japanese horror, or J-horror, into the international spotlight, specifically to Western viewers who had limited exposure to this distinct style of horror. While filmmakers and cinephiles such as Quentin Tarantino and Eli Roth had been fans of Miike’s earlier works, Audition was a revelation that displayed a more complex, restrained, and deeply unsettling side of Japanese horror cinema that was largely unknown to general audiences in the West.
At first glance, Audition presents itself as a simple, quiet domestic drama. The film opens with Shigeharu Aoyama, played with a gentle dignity by Ryo Ishibashi, visiting his terminally ill wife in the hospital. This opening scene is tender and somber, establishing the emotional core of the film: a man grappling with loss. The narrative then leaps seven years forward, showing Aoyama as a widower still mired in grief, living a lonely life with his teenage son, Shigehiko. Shigehiko, sensing his father’s emotional paralysis, urges him to begin moving on with his life, encouraging him to date again and escape the depression that has enveloped him since his wife’s death.
The inciting moment comes when Aoyama’s friend Yasuhisa Yoshikawa, a film producer played by Jun Kunimura, proposes a peculiar solution: to hold an audition for a fictional TV drama, the real purpose being to discreetly find a woman who could be compatible with Aoyama as a partner. The auditions, while framed as a casting call, are frankly a thinly veiled matchmaking scheme. Although initially awkward and even comical in its premise, the auditions soon reveal a darker subtext—the women are not treated as individuals with their own hopes and desires, but rather as pieces in a man’s recovery process. This treatment subtly exposes lingering misogyny entrenched within the social fabric, where the women’s autonomy is overlooked and they are reduced to roles to be performed and judged purely on superficial criteria.
Among the candidates, one young woman stands out: Asami Yamazaki, portrayed with chilling serenity by Eihi Shiina. Asami, with her soft-spoken voice and seemingly delicate demeanor, instantly captures Aoyama’s attention. She shares a tragic backstory about her abandoned dreams of becoming a ballerina, cut short by a debilitating injury. This combination of fragility and mystery pulls Aoyama in, despite the warnings from Yoshikawa, who finds suspicious gaps in her background and troubling connections to violent incidents. What makes Asami particularly intriguing is the way Miike shapes her character with a complex duality. Outwardly, she embodies calmness and grace, which is visually reinforced through her wardrobe choices. She is often dressed in white—a color traditionally associated with purity and innocence—but she also frequently dons black latex over her white clothing. This contrast of white and black on her outfit manifests her dual nature: the peaceful façade masking a darker, far more dangerous interior.
This juxtaposition of colors is a subtle yet powerful artistic choice. It visually hints at her character’s concealed capacity for violence and control beneath a serene exterior. The black latex signals strength, mystery, and something potentially sinister, while the white suggests vulnerability and fragility. Asami doesn’t scream threat or menace; instead, she radiates an almost hypnotic calm that belies the storm hidden underneath. This visual storytelling complements the slow-building tension of the film, where the audience is continuously reminded to question appearances and expect unsettling surprises beneath the surface.
For much of the film’s first hour, Audition presents itself as a slow-burning romance between two emotionally damaged people. The pacing is unhurried, and the tone is understated and reserved, encouraging viewers to settle into the seemingly bittersweet story of a man tentatively trying to open his heart again. Yet throughout, subtle details apply pressure on this comfortable façade: Asami’s unblinking stares, her quiet stillness, and the unsettling sight of the large burlap sack sitting ominously in her sparsely furnished apartment speak volumes in silence. Miike shows a masterful ability to create an overwhelming sense of horror and dread from this sparse setting—just Asami, a burlap sack, and a phone lying on the floor become enough to chill the viewer deeply by their sheer mysteriousness and the ominous possibilities they evoke. The emptiness of the room forces attention on the few elements present, making the audience fill in unseen horrors with imagination, intensifying the tension without a single loud noise or burst of action.
The horror emerges gradually, not as a sudden rupture but as an inevitable revelation. As the film progresses, Asami’s cracks in the façade deepen, and the audience is led to an increasingly dark place where it becomes clear that almost nothing is as it seems. When the violence finally explodes, the tone shifts entirely. Miike keeps the camera steady and calm while the terror unfolds with surgical precision—a terrifying contrast to most horror films’ usual frantic editing in moments of violence. The infamous climactic scene is a masterclass in controlled horror: every movement, every sound, every visual detail is deliberate. It unfolds with a quiet, ritualistic menace that makes it impossible to look away, yet deeply uncomfortable to watch.
Asami’s violent acts are disturbing not only for their nature but for the serenity with which she carries them out. Her cold, calm demeanor during these moments reinforces her duality. The woman who once seemed so fragile now becomes merciless, completely in control, almost as if performing a deeply personal ritual. Her chilling voice remains soft, almost tender, as she methodically inflicts unimaginable pain on Aoyama, turning the hunting of the predator into a careful orchestration of revenge and self-assertion.
This transformation invites apt comparison to Annie Wilkes from Rob Reiner’s film adaptation of Stephen King’s Misery. Both characters are women whose broken pasts have twisted them into forces of violent control. Annie Wilkes, played iconically by Kathy Bates, is a former nurse whose love turns obsessive and horrifying when she imprisons her favorite author. Like Asami, Annie’s violence is not born from random cruelty but from deep emotional scars and isolation that have warped her understanding of love and power. Both women are trapped by their traumas and express that trauma through calculated violence—a grim reclaiming of agency in worlds that had silenced or harmed them. While Asami channels her rage through a cold, almost ritualistic cruelty hidden beneath an outer calm, Annie’s madness is an explosive, volatile cyclone of passion and psychosis. Both, however, show how a woman shaped by pain and repression might lash back in terrifying ways.
What made Audition stand out at the time—and still does today—is its slow-building dread and emotional complexity. Western horror in the late 1990s was dominated by slasher flicks, supernatural hauntings, and a new generation of self-referential genre films that played with tropes for laughs and jumpscares. Audition offered something completely different: a quiet, emotionally resonant story where the horror grows from the cracks in human relationships and societal expectations. Aoyama’s loneliness, his idealization of women, and his emotional blindness all play into the film’s horrifying climax, making the violence feel almost inevitable—a dark extension of the story’s psychological and social subtext.
However, Audition has often been unfairly associated by Western critics and media with the so-called “torture porn” wave of horror films that emerged in the early 2000s. This grouping overlooks the important distinction that the brutal, graphic, and extended depictions of physical and sexual torture characteristic of torture porn owe much more to the French New Extremity movement. Filmmakers like Alexandre Aja, Pascal Laugier, Xavier Gens, and Alexandre Bustillo pushed horror into territories of relentless physical torment, prolonged scenes of sexual violence—including rape—and vivid, lingering gore with films such as High Tension (2003), Martyrs (2008), and Inside (2007). These films are marked by their explicit, often shocking depiction of suffering and are designed to push the audience’s limits through sustained, graphic realism.
In contrast, Audition relies heavily on psychological tension, careful pacing, and emotional weight rather than overt gore or relentless brutality. Its moments of violence, while shocking, are part of a carefully constructed narrative about loneliness, denial, and control, creating horror through gradual revelation rather than relentless spectacle. Miike’s film helped broaden the landscape of horror by introducing a more atmospheric, character-driven terror that challenged viewers to engage deeply with the emotional and social undercurrents of fear.
When Audition reached Western film festivals and arthouse theaters, it caused a stir. Many audiences were unprepared for its unsettling mix of quiet domestic drama and savage horror. Accounts of fainting and walkouts spread quickly, but beyond the shock factor, the film earned critical praise for its artistry and unique voice. Directors like Quentin Tarantino championed Miike’s work, drawing attention not only to him but to the broader wave of Japanese horror arriving on the global stage. Audition helped open the door for landmark films like Ringu (1998) and Ju-on: The Grudge (2002), sparking widespread interest in J-horror’s more subtle, psychological approach to fear.
At its core, Audition is about appearances and the dangerous fictions people build around longing and loss. Asami embodies this perfectly—her serene outward demeanor conceals a deeply disturbed interior. The interplay of light and shadow in her wardrobe, the gentle cadence of her speech compared with her violent deeds, all speak to the duality of her character. She is both victim and predator, delicate and deadly, calm and terrifying.
In this way, Miike invites viewers not just to witness horror but to feel it as an inevitable expression of human vulnerability and social repression. Violence here is less an escape than a dark reflection of isolation and a desperate reclaiming of power when all other avenues are closed.
Looking back, Audition stands as the film that propelled Takashi Miike beyond obscurity and established him as a singular voice in global cinema. It was one of the earliest J-horror films to find a meaningful audience in the West, breaking new ground in how horror could be crafted—fear born from loneliness and cultural repression, told with unsettling subtlety. It remains a haunting, unforgettable film that changed horror’s shape and opened many eyes to the frightening potential lurking beneath calm surfaces.
1963’s Dementia13 is a significant film for another reasons.
For one, it’s the mainstream feature film debut of Francis Ford Coppola. (Coppola has said that he directed two softcore films before Dementia13 but they’ve been lost to history.) Both Coppola’s screenplay and his direction were heavily influenced by the early giallo films that were coming out of Italy. One could argue that this is the first American film to pay homage to Mario Bava.
Dementia13 is also the first film on which Coppola ever went overbudget. This film is literally the start of an era.
Coppola himself has been critical of Dementia13. Producer Roger Corman was not happy with the first cut of the film and added a few scenes that took away from Coppola’s pacing. That said, it’s still an atmospheric and creepy forerunner to the American slasher film. The scene in which Launa Anders goes for a swim has been duplicated in numerous other films and it’s still effective in the way that it chops away at the audience’s sense of security. It certainly freaks me out. Of course, I’m not much of a swimmer. I’m a good drowner, though.
This film was not in IMDB. I could not find the actresses or director on imdb. Unless it’s just a series of slurs, I’m going to pretty lenient and hopeful. The filmmaker has no subscribers and is doing this for the love of the art. My fingers are crossed! A single mom and her friend are unlucky in love and have a budding romance. During their mundane conversation, the mother’s daughter is screaming like a demon. There are a number of signs of evil presence. Since there was not a conclusion, I believe that this short was a pitch for funding for a feature length film. When Hulu makes a faux short film, it’s very annoying, but Stacey Ellis is trying hard to get her art off of the ground and I wish her the best. Yes, I’ve gone soft.
I imagine that it should go without saying that, if you’re on an airplane and you’re flying high above the ground, the last thing that you want to deal with is a bunch of angry ghost druids.
And yet, that’s exactly what happens in this made-for-TV horror film from 1973.
The ghost druids are upset because two architects (played by Roy Thinnes and Jane Merrow) have traveled to England, specifically so that they can supervise the deconstruction of ancient druid altar. Now, they’re flying the pieces of the altar back over the ocean so that the altar can be reconstructed in the United States. The spirits of the ancient druids aren’t happy about being moved so they start doing everything they can to make the journey difficult.
First, they attempt to freeze the plane. When that doesn’t work, they decide to rip it in half. One of the passengers, Mrs. Pinder (Tammy Grimes), suggests that maybe the druids will settle down if they’re offered a sacrifice. When the druids reject an offer of a doll, the passengers start to wonder if maybe the spirits would be happier with a human sacrifice.
Although some of the passengers are reluctant to buy into the whole sacrifice thing, a few of them do start to come around. For instance, there’s a perpetually angry businessman who is played by Buddy Ebsen. Once he realizes that the druids aren’t going anywhere, he has no problem with the idea of a human sacrifice. There’s also a cowboy played by Will Hutchins. If sacrificing a human is what he has to do to have another chance to ride the range, that’s what he’s going to do. Paul Winfield plays a distinguished doctor who tries to keep everyone calm while Chuck Connors is stuck in the cockpit, trying to keep the plane in the air while his passengers and crew debate the ethics of human sacrifice.
And then there’s William Shatner.
Shatner plays a former priest who has lost his faith. From the minute he gets on the plane, he starts drinking and he doesn’t stop for almost the entire movie. It doesn’t matter what’s happening on the plane, Shatner always has a glass in his hand. Playing a character who never has anything positive to say, Shatner smirks through the entire film. Shatner delivers all of his lines in his standard halfting and overdramatic fashion and it’s something of a wonder to behold. Shatner has said that The Horror At 37,000 Feet may be the worst movie in which he ever appeared and just one look at his filmography will show why this is such a bold statement.
The Horror at 37,000 Feet is definitely a film of its time. The plane comes complete with a swinging cocktail lounge, William Shatner wears a turtle neck, and all of the flight attendants wear boots and miniskirts. Everything about this film screams 1973. It’s an incredibly silly but undeniably fun movie. With a running time of only 73 minutes, the pace is fast and the druids don’t waste any time getting down to business. The film’s on YouTube so check it out the next time you’ve an hour and 13 minutes to kill.