Horror Film Review: The Haunted Palace (dir by Roger Corman)


In the 18th century, the inhabitants of Arkham, Massachusetts yank Joseph Curwen (Vincent Price) out of his mansion and tie him to a tree.  They accuse Curwen of being a warlock who is in league with the devil and who has been bringing young women to his “palace,” and putting them in a trance.  They burn Curwen alive but, before the flames are lit, they also give Curwen a chance to speak and curse both them and their descendants.

You really do have to wonder about the logic behind witch (and warlock) burnings.  They seem counter-productive because they always give the accused just enough time to cast one final curse before being burned to a crisp.  Indeed, you have to wonder why witches and warlock were allowed any final words to begin with.  I mean, at some point, you would think everyone would notice that the final words were always a curse.

Anyway. 110 years later, Joseph Curwen’s descendant, Charles Dexter Ward (Vincent Price, again) rides into town with his wife, Anne (Debra Paget).  He is stunned to see that Arkham has apparently fallen on hard times, with many of the town’s people being horribly disfigured.  It’s explain to him that the disfigurements and the poverty are all a result of his ancestor’s curse.  That’s going to make things a bit awkward, considering that Charles Dexter Ward has not only inherited the Palace but he’s also inherited a copy of Necronomicon and a legacy of messing with Cthulhu.  The townspeople don’t want Ward around but he and Anne decide to spend the night in the Place regardless.

Of course, it doesn’t take long for Curwen’s spirit to possess Charles.  Soon, Charles is trying to resurrect Curwen’s mistress, Hester (Cathie Merchant) and pursuing Curwen’s goals of breeding a race of super humans by forcing the women of the town to mate with the fearsome Yog-Sothoth.  Charles also seeks vengeance on the descendants of those who burned Curwen at the stake, as if all of the poverty and the deformities aren’t punishment enough.  Again, this is why you don’t give warlocks and witches a chance to get out one last curse before being executed.

Though The Haunted Palace is usually considered to be a part of Roger Corman’s Edgar Allan Poe cycle, the story itself is actually based on H.P. Lovecraft’s The Case of Charles Dexter Ward.  (In Lovecraft’s novella, Ward seeks out his evil ancestor whereas, in the film, Ward is more or less an innocent victim.)  The film’s title comes from a Poe poem, which is recited at both the beginning and the end of the film.  But the film itself, with its references to the Cthulhu mythos and its hideous New England setting, is definitely a work of Lovecraftian horror.

Fortunately, it’s an effective work of Lovecraftian horror, one that captures the feeling of people unwisely trying to control a force of evil that they cannot begin to comprehend.  Roger Corman keeps the action moving quickly and creates a gothic atmosphere of impending doom.  Vincent Price, toning down his usual theatrics, is chillingly evil as Curwen and sympathetic as Charles.  The film’s strongest performance, however, comes from Debra Paget, who desperately tries to free her husband from Curwen’s control.  Any woman who has suddenly felt as if she can no longer recognize the man who she once loved will be able to relate to Paget’s performance.

The Haunted Palace is a strong entry in the films of Roger Corman and Vincent Price and one of the better adaptations of the work of H.P. Lovecraft.

Horror on the Lens: The Creeping Terror (dir by Vic Savage)


Watching The Creeping Terror is an October tradition here at the Shattered Lens.  How could anyone resist a film about a killer carpet, especially one that features a random dance party?  This film was directed by an enigmatic figure named Vic Savage.  No one is really sure who he actually was.  No one is sure what happened to him after The Creeping Terror was finally released.  But what we do know is that he made a film unlike any other.

Read my review here.

Read Patrick’s review here.

And enjoy the film!

Horror Song of the Day: Buio Omega by Goblin


Today’s horror song of the day comes from the 1979 film, Beyond The Darkness.

This film’s soundtrack, courtesy of Goblin, was so acclaimed that it later turned up in several other Italian horror film, usually without anyone bothering to ask Goblin ahead of time.

Late Night Retro Television Review: Baywatch Nights 2.14 “Ascension”


Welcome to Late Night Retro Television Reviews, a feature where we review some of our favorite and least favorite shows of the past!  On Tuesdays, I will be reviewing Baywatch Nights, a detective show that ran in Syndication from 1995 to 1997.  The entire show is currently streaming on YouTube!

This week …. it’s Templar time!

Episode 2.14 “Ascension”

(Dir by Jon Cassar, originally aired on February 23rd, 1997)

Mitch and Ryan have been kidnapped!  They find themselves trapped in an underground prison, where their guards all wear suits and a disembodied voice demands answers without first supplying a question.  A beautiful and nameless woman (Alexandra Bokyun Chun) gives a bound Mitch a shot of sodium pentanol, the better to make him tell the truth.  But instead of answering questions, Mitch hallucinates snakes and bears.

What’s going on?  Well, not surprisingly, it’s all Teague’s fault.  In this episode, it is revealed that Teague is a part of an organization that is in conflict with the corrupted, modern version of the Knights Templar.  (*sigh*  Haven’t the Knights Templar suffered enough without being a part of every dumbass conspiracy theory out there?)  Mitch and Ryan have been kidnapped in an effort to bring Teague into the open …. or something.  To be honest, it’s never quite clear what the whole point of the kidnapping is.

The woman with the drugs apparently has a change of heart and helps Mitch and Ryan escape from their cells.  Of course, it turns out that this is all a part of the scheme to reveal Teague’s location.  (Why do conspiracies always have to be so complicated?)  Mitch figures out what’s going on and he and Ryan escape from the woman and try to break out of the prison.  If you’ve ever wanted to spend twenty minutes watching David Hasselhoff and Angie Harmon crawl around inside a heating duct, I guess this is the episode for you.

This episode feels rather pointless.  It’s never quite clear what the Templars want and Teague hasn’t really been developed enough as a character for his great friendship with Mitch and Ryan to feel authentic.  One gets the feeling that this episode was written at the last minute and a lot of the action comes across as being filler that was included to disguise the fact that this episode really didn’t have a plot.  Obviously, the show was hoping to turn the Templars into a regular set of villains, much as how The X-Files had those aliens and all the black goo.  But, if the Templars can’t even track down Teague without having to kidnap Mitch and Ryan, how intimidating can they really be?

Watching this episode, I found myself wondering how Mitch can get kidnapped and drugged by a secret organization and then go to work as a lifeguard the next day.  I mean, after everything that Mitch has seen this season, he should be one of those raving lunatics who you see on street corners holding “The End Is Near” signs.  He should be crazier than someone who has looked straight at Cthulhu.  Instead, he’s still the same mellow beach bum that he’s always been.

More power to him, I guess.  That’s the Hoff for you.

Horror on TV: One Step Beyond 2.17 “Earthquake” (dir by John Newland)


Tonight’s episode of One Step Beyond deals with a bellboy named Gerald Perkins (David Opatoshu).  Gerald keeps telling everyone that there’s going to be an earthquake but no one’s willing to listen to him.  Everyone knows that Gerald is a recovering alcoholic so they assume that he’s just drinking again.  Needless to say, it’s far easier to fire someone than to listen to his insane ramblings, right?

Well, considering that this story takes place in San Francisco in 1906, perhaps they should have listened.

According to host John Newland, this is a true story.  It originally aired on January 12th, 1960!

Enjoy!

Murder In The Dark (2023, directed by Jacob Osborn)


A group of friends gather and spend a night hanging out.  Old resentments simmer to the surface.  A murder is committed.  A killer with a bag over his head emerges from the night.  The friends try to figure out who amongst them could be a killer or if there’s something else going on.  I know some people will automatically suspect the guy wearing the Slipknot t-shirt because the members of the band all wear masks and the killer wears a mask but that’s the same logic that led to the Satanic Panic of the 1980s.  If he was wearing a Nickelback t-shirt, I would be with you.

This is a short horror film that feels like a bunch of real-life friends got together to play the fictional friends.  The opening half is too talky and slow but the second half picks up and features a few clever touches.  There aren’t many kills and they’re largely bloodless but I think director Jacob Osborn was going for something more than just another slasher.  The movie is more about how the friends relate to each other than anything else.  This is a low-budget, regional film that starts out way too slowly but I’m going to cut it some slack because the second half of the movie makes up for the weak first half.  At a time when the term indie film gets applied to even big-budget productions with major stars, Murder In The Dark is a true independent film.

Horror Scenes I Love: The Job Interview From The Shining


Since today’s song of the day came from The Shining, it only seems appropriate that today’s scene should come from the same film.

I’ve always felt that Barry Nelson’s performance as Ullman is one of the best parts of the early part of the film.  Whereas Ullman was presented as being a stereotypical jerk in King’s novel, the film presents him as a blandly friendly bureaucrat who can talk about what happened with the previous caretaker and make it sound like the most normal thing in the world.  The scene were he interviews Jack Torrance for the caretaker job is wonderfully ominous, even if it’s hard to describe why.  I know that Stephen King disliked this scene because it made Jack look unbalanced from the start but, personally, I think it does a wonderful job of setting the mood.

Finally, Ullman’s office reminds me of Ben Horne’s office in Twin Peaks, right down to the somewhat campy name plate on his desk.

 

Book Review: Child of God by Cormac McCarthy


 

In 1960s, Lester Bullard lives alone in the mountains of Tennessee.  Abused as a child and scorned as an adult, Bullard is the type of person that most people try to ignore.  He’s angry, bitter, and not all that knowledgeable about the world outside of his own fevered imagination.  Having been evicted from his home, he moves into an abandoned shack where he spends his time voyeuristically watching the teenagers who sneak off to the isolated mountains so that they can fool around in their cars without being harassed by the grown-ups.  When Bullard stumbles across two dead bodies in a car, it doesn’t so much send him on a downward spiral as much as it just accelerates the only fate that can be waiting for someone like Lester Bullard.  Bullard does some truly disturbing things but, as the narrator reminds us, he’s “a child of God, much like yourself perhaps.”

(No, definitely not like me!  Though I do get the narrator’s point.)

First published in 1973, Child of God was Cormac McCarthy’s third novel.  It tells a disturbing story and one that will leave readers unsettled.  Inspired by the type of macabre tales that used to be told around campfires, it’s a novel of cold, gothic horror.  McCarthy’s prose creates such an atmosphere of darkness that it’s difficult to read the novel in one sitting.  You almost have to put the book down so you can step outside and take a deep breath after some of the more grotesque moments.  Child of God is also a character study of a man living on the fringes of what most people would already consider to be the fringe of society.  Just as the people living on the East and West Coasts have rejected the citizens of Appalachia, Appalachia has rejected Luster Bullard.  The book links Bullard to the violent history of Appalachia, with the Bullard family having been involved in many of the feuds that helped to define the region.  McCarthy’s matter-of-fact prose serves to make Bullard’s crimes all the more disturbing, with McCarthy refusing to give the reader the easy out of a traditional, guns-blazing ending.  Bullard’s ultimate fate feels almost as random as his crimes, challenging the idea of any sort of karmic justice.  In the end, Bullard is destined to become another barely-remembered regional legend, like Ed Gein or the Bloody Benders.  By telling his story without a hint of melodramatic excess, McCarthy leaves the reader with no choice but to consider that the world is full of real Lester Bullards.