
Button up your shirt. Pull up your dress. And don’t touch that knife!
This is from 1976.

Button up your shirt. Pull up your dress. And don’t touch that knife!
This is from 1976.

Tonight, for our horror on the lens, we have the nineteenth episode of the 2nd season of Friday the 13th: The Series!
In tonight’s episode, Jack takes center stage as he finds himself forced to battle and repeatedly kill an evil from his own past. Nigel Bennett plays quite a frightening villain.
This episode originally aired on April 29th, 1989.

Just because October is going to end in another few days, that doesn’t mean that the horror has to end with it! Here’s the trailer for Hellbound, which will be dropping on Netflix in November!
An odd but mildly likable film, that’s the best description of Body Bags.
Originally, Body Bags wasn’t even meant to be a film. Instead, in 1993, Showtime wanted to do a horror anthology show, one that would mix comedy and chills in the style of HBO’s Tales From The Crypt. Three episodes were filmed. Two were directed by John Carpenter. The other was directed by Tobe Hooper. Robert Carradine, Stacy Keach, and Mark Hamill all agreed to appear on the show. That’s an impressive collection of talent but, for whatever reason, Showtime decided not to pursue Body Bags as a series. So the three episodes were strung together in an anthology film. Linking the stories was a warp-around segment where Carpenter played a coroner and Tobe Hooper and Tom Arnold played morgue attendants!
Now, it must be said that John Carpenter probably made the right decision when he decided to become a director instead of an actor. That said, what Carpenter lacked in acting technique, he made up for with unbridled enthusiasm. Carpenter appears to be having a blast playing an old style horror host. Who can blame him? In fact, I would say one the most appealing things about John Carpenter as a personality is that he always seems to be truly enjoying himself, regardless of all the crap that he’s had to put up with in Hollywood.
As for the segments …. well, they’re uneven. That’s not really a shock. Part of the problem is that, because they weren’t originally envisioned as all airing together, a lot of ideas and story points are repeated from segment to segment. The first segment is about a serial killer. The second segment is about a transplant. The third segment is about both a transplant and a serial killer. It gets a bit repetitive.
Carpenter directed the first two segments, The Gas Station and Hair. The Gas Station is a bit too simple for its own good. Robert Carradine is a serial killer who harasses a woman at a gas station. That’s pretty much it. Carradine gives a good performance ad Halloween fans will get a laugh out of a reference to Haddonfield but there’s not much else going on. Hair is a bit better. Stacy Keach plays a businessman who gets a hair transplant, just to discover that the hair is extraterrestrial in origin. Hair is clever and playful, like an above average episode of The Twilight Zone. Keach plays his role with the right mix of comedic outrage and genuine horror.
The third segment is called Eyes and it was directed by Tobe Hooper. Mark Hamill plays a baseball player who is losing his eyesight as the result of a car accident. He gets an eye transplant. At first, everything seems fine but soon, he’s having visions of himself murdering people! It turns out that the eye once belonged to a serial killer. You can guess where this is going but Mark Hamill really throws himself into the role and Tobe Hooper’s direction is appropriately intense.
Body Bags is a pretty minor entry in the filmographies of two great directors but, at the same time, it’s enjoyable in its own silly way. There’s a likable goofiness to John Carpenter’s wrap-around segment and it lets us know that we shouldn’t take any of this too seriously. Watch it for your own amusement.
Though the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences claim that the Oscars honor the best of the year, we all know that there are always worthy films and performances that end up getting overlooked. Sometimes, it’s because the competition too fierce. Sometimes, it’s because the film itself was too controversial. Often, it’s just a case of a film’s quality not being fully recognized until years after its initial released. This series of reviews takes a look at the films and performances that should have been nominated but were,for whatever reason, overlooked. These are the Unnominated.
First released in 1983, Star 80 is an examination of fame, obsession, misogyny, and finally madness. All four of those qualities are exemplified in the character of Paul Snider (Eric Roberts), a man with a charming smile, a ludicrous wardrobe, and the personality of a pimp. When we first see Paul Snider, he’s naked and he’s covered in blood and he’s ranting about how the world is trying to destroy him. Even if he wasn’t holding a rifle, he would be terrifying. Suddenly, we flash back to a few years earlier. Snider is being dangled out a window by two men. Snider pathetically begs to be pulled back into the room. The men laugh at him before pulling him up. Snider, looking fairly ridiculous in a cheap suit that he probably thinks makes him look like a celebrity, fights off tears as he says he deserves to be treated with dignity.
Star 80 is based on a true story. Mariel Hemingway plays Dorothy Stratten, the actress and Playboy playmate who was murdered by Paul Snider. Snider, who often claimed credit for having “made” Dorothy, was married to her at the time, though Dorothy had filed for divorce and was dating director Peter Bogdanovich. Unwilling to let her go and return to being a small-time hustler, Snider shot Dorothy and then himself. Director Bob Fosse, who was best known for directing musicals like Cabaret and All That Jazz, was attracted to the story because he understood that type of world that produces sleazes like Paul Snider. According to Eric Robets, Fosse even said that he probably would have ended up like Paul Snider if not for his talent.
Snider, the film quickly establishes, really doesn’t have any talent beyond the ability to manipulate people who are too naïve to see through his bullshit. Snider wants to be a star. He wants to be rich. He wants people to kiss his ass. When he meets Dorothy, he sees her as his ticket. Dorothy’s mother (a poignant performance from Carroll Baker) sees straight through him from the start. Tragically, Dorothy doesn’t realize the truth abut who he is until they’re already in Hollywood. As Dorothy tries to break away from him, Paul desperately tries to find some sort of success, all the while complaining that the world is conspiring to keep him from being a man.
Eric Roberts dominates the film and it’s one of the scariest performances that I’ve ever seen. Roberts is convincing when he’s ranting and raving against the world that he feels is against him but what’s even more disturbing is that he’s convincing when he’s turning on the charm. Paul Snider may not be smart. Paul Snider may not be talented. But he know how to gaslight. He knows how to destroy someone’s fragile confidence, largely because his own confidence has been shattered so many times that he’s become an expert in exploiting insecurity. Snider is a tacky dresser and nowhere near as smooth as he thinks but, intentionally or not, he uses that to his advantage. He tries so hard to impress that it’s easy to see how someone could feel sorry for him and want to help him. However, because Fosse lets us know from the start what Snider is really going on inside of Sinder’s head, we never make the mistake of trusting him. We know who Paul Snider is because we’ve all known a Paul Snider.
Eric Roberts’s performance is so intense that it’s unfortunate but not surprising that it was overlooked at the 1983 Oscars. He was playing a truly repellent character and he did it so convincingly that I imagine many viewers had a hard time realizing that Eric Roberts was not Paul Snider but was instead an actor playing a terrible character. Some probably said, “Why should we honor such a loathsome character?” and again, the answer is because there are many Paul Sniders out there. Roberts captured much more than just one man’s breakdown. He captured a sickness at the heart of a fame-driven culture.
Of course, Paul Snider was not the only symptom of that sickness to be depicted in Star 80. Every man that Dorothy either uses her in some way or just views her as being a commodity. Hugh Hefner (Cliff Robertson) presents himself as being a fatherly mentor but Robertson plays him as being just as manipulative and ultimately narcissistic as Paul Snider. Director Aram Nicholas (Roger Rees, playing a character based on Peter Bogdanovich) seems to love Dorothy but their relationship still feels out-of-balance. Aram, afterall, is the director while Dorothy is the actress. The private detective (Josh Mosel) that Paul hires to spy on Dorothy seems to have no lingering guilty over the role he played. Even Snider’s roommate (David Clennon) is more interested in talking about his dog and his car then about the murder/suicide of two people with whom he lived.
It’s a dark film and not one to be watched when depressed. At the same time, it’s a portrait of obsessiveness, misogyny, and an overwhelming need to be “someone” that still feels relevant today. Along with Sweet Charity, it was the only Bob Fosse film not to be nominated for Best Picture. (This was back when there were only five best picture nominees. Three of the nominated films — Terms of Endearment, Tender Mercies, and The Right Stuff — hold up well. Two of the nominees — The Dresser and The Big Chill — are a bit more iffy.) Eric Roberts was not nominated for the best performance of his career. Again, it’s a shame but not a surprise. This was a dark and disturbing film, a true Hollywood horror story. One imagines that most members of the Academy wanted to escape it far more than they wanted to honor and be reminded of it.
Previous entries in The Unnominated:
Here’s a movie that will make you thankful for the death of landline phones.
People across Toronto are answering phones and blowing up. Someone has created a device that can send a blast of electricity through the phone line. The blast is so powerful that it causes hemorrhaging before it blows its victim off of their feet and then melts their phone. The first victim is a woman who makes the mistake of answering a pay phone. (It was 1982. Pay phones were very popular with the youngsters.) Her college professor (Richard Chamberlain!) decides to investigate her death. Helping him, for at least a few scenes, is his mentor (John Houseman!!).
Chamberlain and Houseman were serious actors so who knows why they’re in this largely tepid thriller. But present they are and one of them eventually makes the mistake of answering his phone and seeing a legitimate actor have to pretend to die in such a stupid way almost makes the movie worth the trouble of watching.
Despite all of the killer phone stuff, Murder by Phone is pretty slow and the murderer turns out to be pretty boring. I only watched it because it was directed by Michael Anderson, who also directed The Martian Chronicles, which I’m planning on reviewing tomorrow. He also directed a legitimate Best Picture winner (Around the World in 80 Days) and Logan’s Run so he had it in him to do a better job with the promising material in Murder By Phone than he did. Instead of going all out with the science fiction elements, Anderson directed the movie like it was an episode of a cop show. It’s disappointing because the story really had potential to be something better. When it comes to movies about killer phone calls, the top prize still goes to Telefon.
The movie is also known as Bells, which sounds even worse than Murder By Phone.

Since I paid tribute to John Carpenter earlier today, it only seems appropriate that today’s horror scene that I love should come from one of his best films. The final scene of 1982’s The Thing is chilling, both literally and figuratively. Watch below but remember, it’s also a spoiler if you haven’t seen Carpenter’s film yet.
In the 1970s, there were two cinematic revolutions that forever changed the face of American culture. They both occurred at the same time. Some of the same people were involved in both. The difference is that the revolution led by Francis Ford Coppola, Martin Scorsese, Steven Spielberg, and George Lucas is regularly celebrated as being a part of the Second Golden Age of Hollywood while the second revolution, the horror revolution, is often either ignore or only given the most condescending of phrase.
While Speilberg and Lucas were recreating the blockbuster, writers and directors like John Carpenter, George Romero, Wes Craven, and Dan O’Bannon were changing the way horror movies were made, marketed, and viewed. Though many of them came from similar backgrounds as the storied “move brats,” they were rarely given the same critical respect. Their accomplishments were often dismissed, even though they often made films that commented just as powerfully on the world of the 70s as Scorsese and Coppola did with films like Taxi Driver and Apocalypse Now. Only a few directors, like Brian De Palma and William Friedkin, were allowed to live in both of the worlds of the horror visionaries and the movie brats. And even De Palma struggled to convince the mainstream critics to take him and his films seriously while Friendkin himself only made one horror film in the 70s, albeit one of the most important films of all time.
First published in 2011, Jason Zinoman’s Shock Value pays tribute to those horror visionaries, finally giving them the credit that they and their films deserve. The book tells the story of the generation of directors who made some of the best remembered films of the 70s. John Carpenter, Wes Craven, Tobe Hooper, Brian De Plama, and many others move through the pages of this book, often working in the shadows of Hollywood and often finding themselves embraced by audiences even as they were screwed over by a film industry that wasn’t sure how to handle their unique outlooks and undeniable talents. Perhaps the most talented of them is Dan O’Bannon, who emerges here as a tragic figure who, for all of his obvious ability, could never bring himself to play the Hollywood game. Perhaps more than anyone, O’Bannon was responsible for the film that would eventually become Alien and yet, he received little of the credit that he deserved.
I probably use the term “must read” for too often but Shock Value is a must read for any lover of cinematic horror.
This 1962 Spanish film opens with a village gripped by terror! Someone is abducting young dancers from their apartments and sometimes straight off the street! Who could be responsible for such a terrible act? Could it be the Mafia? Could it be the Communists? Could it be a wayward jazz pianist or maybe an aspiring filmmaker who befriended Orson Welles when the latter moved to Europe to escape the IRS? Or could it be that awful Dr. Orlof?
Who is Dr. Orlof, you may ask? He’s a former prison doctor who retired after a fire disfigured his daughter. Now, he lives in an isolated castle, where he cares for his daughter. They say that his only companion is Morpho, a blind former convict who wears an emotionless mask over his features and who is often seen wandering around the village in the middle of the night. Could it be that Dr. Orlof is responsible for the disappearances?
Of course it’s Dr. Orlof! His name is right there in the title of the film. In fact, it’s so obvious that Dr. Orlof is sending Morpho out in the middle of the night so that he can abduct beautiful women who are then used in experiments designed to restore the beauty of Orlof’s daughter that you have to wonder why the police just don’t arrest him as soon as the crimes start. I mean, yes …. I assume that the police need to find some sort of evidence to prove that Orlof is behind the crime but then again, this film was shot in Spain during the years when General Francisco Franco was in charge of the country. I’m sure the police could have done whatever they wanted.
The Awful Dr. Orlof is considered by many to be the first Spanish horror film. It was also one of the first films to be directed by Jess Franco, who was no relation to the general. With both critics and at the box office, this was one of Jess Franco’s most successful films and it was one that he would remake several times over the course of his career. Dr. Orlof, always played with decadent haughtiness by Howard Vernon, went on to appear in several other Franco films. (In subsequent films, he added an extra F to his last name. That’s probably because The Awful Dr. Orlof was released in some countries as The Awful Dr. Orloff. The double F brings to mind Boris Karloff so it’s not a bad idea to spell it that way but all of the evidence that I’ve read and seen would suggest that Franco originally spelled the name Orlof, with only one F.) For that matter, Morpho also appeared in quite a few films, some with Orlof and some without him. In the Awful Dr. Orlof, Morpho is played by Ricardo Valle and he’s a genuinely creepy character. The blank mask that he wears as he stalks through the night is perhaps the best-known image to come out of The Awful Dr. Orlof. In fact, if you’ve only seen screenshots of the film, it’s easy to assume that Morpho is the title character, just because of how prominently he is featured in every shot. It’s impossible to take your eyes away from him.
On the whole, Jess Franco does not have a great critical reputation. He worked fast. He made a lot of movies and occasionally, it was obvious that his main concern was getting a paycheck. Especially when it came to his later films, Franco could be a sloppy and inconsistent director. And yet, when Franco took his time and when he actually cared about the material, his talent was undeniable. The Awful Dr. Orlof is one of Franco’s better movies. While the story won’t win any points for creativity, Franco’s direction is atmospheric and, at it best, the movie feels like a filmed nightmare, full of slightly askew angles and menacing shadows. The black-and-white cinematography helps, adding a touch of gothic class to the film. Howard Vernon gives a multi-layered performance as Orlof. He may be, as the title state, awful but there’s no doubt that his actions are the actions of a desperate parent. And, of course, Morpho will haunt your nightmares.
All in all, The Awful Dr. Orlof is not awful at all. It’s a good film to use if you’re tying to introduce Franco to someone who might not be familiar with his work. Definitely show them Dr. Orlof before showing them A Virgin Among The Living Dead. Just a suggestion.
4 Or More Shots From 4 Or More 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!
Today, we are proud to honor one of the greatest and most influential of directors of all time, John Carpenter! Carpenter is something of a patron saint around these parts. He’s more than just a horror director but it would be foolish to pretend as if his horror films haven’t forever changed the genre.
It’s time to celebrate the man and his movie with….
8 Shots Form 8 John Carpenter Films