Michael Walters
Notes from the peninsula
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MadS
Director: David Moreau
Release year: 2024
Romain tries a new drug from his dealer before going to a house party in the suburbs of a French city. On the way he picks up an injured woman covered in bandages who can’t speak and is in distress. From there things get progressively darker as he tries to work out if the drug is playing tricks on his mind or if there is an infectious plague sweeping across the city.
As an older guy, watching young people freak out and lose control of their minds and bodies is upsetting. The performances are naturalistic and the camera follows them closely, over their shoulders, in their faces, constantly moving and making it feel like a found footage film. It looks as if it was shot in one take, moving from house to house by foot, on bikes and in cars. Once you get used to the kinetic style it sweeps you along on its nightmarish current.
The four lead actors are all excellent. Romain’s girlfriend Julie has an extended breakdown in the toilet at a bar that shows how it might feel to see your body become something alien and how the voices of the infection might close in to make you do violent things. It’s disturbing, but also a creative and fun new take on a zombie-style apocalypse.
Director: Terence Fisher
Release year: 1959
Renowned detective Sherlock Holmes sends his friend and helper Doctor Watson to Dartmoor to protect Sir Henry Baskerville, new owner of Baskerville Hall, after his uncle dies in mysterious circumstances. There is a convict on the loose, the villagers are not friendly, and there might be a monstrous hound prowling the moors.
This was a dose of good cheer after watching Dario Argento’s Giallo. A Hammer Studios production, Peter Cushing, André Morell and Christoper Lee, as well as a supporting cast of luminaries, play off each other beautifully. Fisher made this not long after Dracula, and the sets and costumes are similarly lush.
The opening is surprisingly vicious. I couldn’t remember the original Conan Doyle story well enough to recognise changes to it, but I was surprised at the working class anger driving the core of the story. Everything British has class in the mix, and as clearly evil as the plot to kill Sir Henry is, the ruling classes (from Sir Henry to the local Bishop and even Holmes) have a contemptuous streak, and I couldn’t help being a little on the side of the ones who had been stolen from and were seeking revenge.
Giallo
Director: Dario Argento
Release year: 2009
Inspector Enzo Avolfi specialises in finding serial killers. In Turin, someone is cutting up and killing beautiful young women, and when model Celine fails to arrive to meet her sister, Linda, Avolfi has to help her search the city before Celine becomes another victim.
Could you have a more generic plot than that? Perhaps after finishing Mother of Tears Argento wanted something simpler to work with. Ironically, this isn’t a giallo, it’s closer to Silence of the Lambs or Seven in its story structure. We still get flashbacks to childhood that reveal motivation, but the inspector gets them far more than the killer, who has a deformed face and the rather obvious desire to deface beauty in others.
The script has nothing to it. There are several gratuitously ugly torture scenes whose only purpose seems to be to make sure we know how fucked up the killer is. Once we see him sucking on a baby’s dummy and masturbating to photos of cut up faces, it’s fair to say no more proof-of-fucked-up-ness is required. Put some story in there instead, screenwriters!
Adrien Brody played both the killer and the cop, and he also sued the producers of the film for not paying his full fee, blocking it from being released in the US. Argento has disavowed the film, saying he didn’t like the producer’s cut of it, but he also was saying at the time he felt blacklisted in Hollywood because it couldn’t get distribution. It’s a depressing state of affairs all around.
Mother of Tears
Director: Dario Argento
Release year: 2007
A grave containing a rune-covered box is discovered outside a churchyard in Rome. Art restoration student Sarah Landy helps her tutor open the box, which contains magical artifacts including a tunic that bestows great power to the still-alive medieval witch Mater Lachrymarum. Landy escapes an attack by demonic creatures and goes on the run as Rome falls into chaos, but Landy learns she is the daughter of a powerful witch and might be able to stop Mater Lachrymarum from bringing the second age of magic.
That’s a lot of plot. Also, the police are chasing Sarah, a gang of partying goth witches are roaming the city, Sarah’s friend and lover Michael loses his son to the Mater, an alchemist gets involved, and Sarah’s dead mother can talk to her from another realm. Dario Argento and Daria Nicolodi were inspired to write the “Three Mothers” films (Suspiria, Inferno, Mother of Tears) by Thomas de Quincey’s 1845 prose poetry collection, Suspiria de Profundis. That explains the involved and detailed lore that the characters discuss, which adds a layer of mystery and weight to the story, but also can be pretty confusing.
There’s a flavour of The Omen to the scenes Rome residents start doing terrible things. The brutality of the violence seems like an attempt to capture medieval tortures mixed with a vision of hell seen as the cruelties people will inflict on each other. The Mater likes to lick the tears from her tortured victims.
There are a few Argento flourishes with the camera, and towards the end there’s a subtle variation of the original Suspiria soundtrack by Goblin, which is fun. It’s a flawed film, but full of energy and life, and I respect a trilogy of films that are in the same universe with the same overarching story, but which are stylistically and in the pacing of things so different.
A true note
I called this website ‘Notes from the Peninsula’ with the intention of posting personal thoughts and mixing in reports from a character on a quixotic quest on the coast of an imagined peninsula. The latter hasn’t happened. Instead, I’ve continued to post mini reviews of horror films under the guise of my Dario Argento project and the made up social media challenge 31 Days of Black Xmas.
That’s partly because I don’t want to publish fiction in the same loosey-goosey way I post about my life and the films I’ve seen. I consider blog posts and Twitter Bluesky to be ephemeral. They are a way to process things. They will never get pulled into anything with an ISBN. Stories have more weight to them, at least in my head, because the publishing industry, competitions, submissions, all that, has always considered stories appearing on websites as being published (which is, of course, accurate), and so disqualifying from further attention, even if you threw it up on your website without much thought and nobody has read it.
I still like the idea of using a website as part of the reader’s story experience. It’d be there if people wanted more after finishing the ISBN’d works, it would be useful for marketing before and after publication, and it could even be part of the process of my writing as a whole. I believe Twitter gave The Complex its wings in 2019. Being a persona online is part of the game.
Vladimir Nabokov wrote the short novel Pnin in parallel with Lolita, which came out a year later. He wasn’t afraid of a little literary experimentation. Short stories can be playgrounds for voices, ideas, themes and stylistic choices, and so lay the groundwork for longer pieces. Ideas can pollinate each other. A theme can become more or less interesting over time. That aspect of my writing practice is currently weak.
I work in software, I started as a web designer, and I loved blogs when they took off, so it’s a natural extension for me to imagine a website, social media, blog posts, story fragments, short stories and novels as part of a creative ecosystem. That doesn’t mean it’ll work, it could very easily become a distraction from writing, but I haven’t given up on the idea yet.
Maniac Cop
Director: William Lustig
Release year: 1988
The VHS cover for Maniac Cop was iconic to video shop-haunting teens like me who were too young to rent it, not really interested in a New York police film anyway, but saw it in every horror section. I did not know Bruce Campbell was one of the stars, although it’s hard to know if Evil Dead 2, which came out in 1987, had taken off at this point, so he might just have needed a gig.
Tom Atkins plays Tom Atkins as detective Frank McCrae, hunting a mysterious police officer who’s killing innocent people on the streets of New York. He believes two-timing officer Jack Forrest (Bruce Campbell) has been set up for the murders and enlists the help of Forrest’s girlfriend, Teresa, also a cop, to hunt the real killer down. But is the killer alive or dead?
The script by Larry Cohen is awful, but it’s directed competently and the acting talent does a great job with what’s there. The maniac cop’s face is cheap and cheerful in HD—they wisely hide it until close to the end. The final car chase is impressive but, you know, none of it makes any sense. Somehow, I still had a good time.
Nightmare City
Director: Umberto Lenzi
Release year: 1980
A radiation incident is reported in an anonymous Italian city moments before a military plane lands at the civilian airport. Mutant humans pour out and begin a city-wide massacre, killing indiscriminately, drinking victims blood, and infecting everyone who manages to survive.
The most surprising and entertaining part of this film is the frenzy with which the mutants go at innocent bystanders, using whatever implements are to hand, seemingly impervious to bullets, leaping and mauling—if you told me the mutants were from a musical or dance company, I would believe you. It’s fun!
The “radiation” spreads like the rage virus in Danny Boyle’s 28 Days Later. Lenzi’s cameras are constantly moving around the action, zooming and panning, and he loves to end a kill with a shot of a mutant wiping his mouth with satisfaction, or rolling his eyes as he looks for his next victim.
The standout scene is the mutant takeover of a TV station where dancers in aerobics outfits are murdered with ridiculous gusto, although there are several other set pieces just like it. The pace is relentless. When things do slow down, ideas are touted about why this is happening, and even in 1980 they knew mankind couldn’t be trusted with the increasing powers of technology.
At the beginning of the film, Jessica, the artist girlfriend of General Warren, unveils a bust she’s working on that makes him look like a mutant. People in the late seventies were frightened of nuclear power and nuclear war. Her work is a premonition of what is to come. Jessica’s studio is full of strange sculptures and paintings. Dario Argento would have approved.
In a Violent Nature
Director: Chris Nash
Release year: 2024
It’s rare that a film comes along in the horror space and asks questions about the form. Cabin in the Woods did it back in 2011, and this does it with the slasher genre, subverting its conventions in pointed and interesting ways. I knew too much in advance of seeing this for it to be a surprise—I can imagine this would have been even more impactful if I’d gone in blind.
A group of teens explore woods where a man, Johnny, was killed decades before, and find a locket hanging on a pipe in an abandoned hut. One of them takes the locket for his girlfriend, not realising it’s on Johnny’s grave. Johnny climbs out of the earth to methodically track the teens through the woods to get the locket back, picking them off in increasingly violent ways.
The camera tracks Johnny from behind for most of the film. It’s a video game point of view that goes back to the original Lara Croft. Nature is ever-present on the soundtrack, with bird calls, the crunch of grass underfoot, wind in the trees, the buzz of flies, but all Johnny is listening for are human voices and car engines. At the ranger station he looks at the displays and lifts a photograph. When he walks into a house and sees a similar locket, he remembers his father giving it to him as a symbol of love from his mother.
The only character of note amongst the teens is Kris, accidental holder of the locket, who sees Johnny’s bottomless pool of rage at the locket’s theft, and who wisely leaves it for him to collect. On the road, she’s picked up by a woman who tells a story about the random violence of bears, but that’s a misdirection—we’ve seen the killer is not random, has suffered terrible losses, and his fury doesn’t stop even in death.
Anna and the Apocalypse
Director: John McPhail
Release year: 2017
Staying festive, a Scottish zombie musical about a girl longing to escape a small town, the tricky relationships we navigate as teenagers, with peers, parents and teachers, and the power of musical theatre to kill the undead.
Anna has bought a flight to Australia in her gap year without telling her dad. Her friend John has a secret crush on her and, while he wants to go to art school, doesn’t want her to go so far away. Steph’s parents have left her alone for Christmas. The three band together with a handful of others to try to escape the hordes of zombies attacking their town.
The songs and choreography are decent, but I’m no musical aficionado, and that didn’t stop the gore from being intense when they use whatever they can get their hands on to crush undead heads. It’s heartfelt, and the youngsters suffer real hardship in the second half, so it becomes increasingly bleak. Ella Hunt should be in more films, she’s luminous here as Anna, and so is Paul Kaye as increasingly unhinged headteacher Arthur Savage.
Director: Charles E. Seller Jr
Release year: 1984
On the way home from visiting his grandfather on Christmas Eve, young Billy Chapman watches his parents slain by a robber dressed as Santa Claus. At an orphanage, Billy is punished repeatedly by the Mother Superior for not coping with the trauma. His first job at eighteen is at a department store, and when Christmas Eve comes and Billy has to dress as Santa Claus, wearing the costume triggers his own killing spree.
This is a surprisingly rich stew of repressed trauma and violence that manages to be brutal, odd, amusing and quite moving in places. The child actors are excellent. In the opening scene, Billy meets his hospitalised grandfather, who terrorises him with the idea Santa Claus punishes children who are not perfect. He then witnesses the murder of his parents that includes the sexual assault of his mother by an unhinged assailant in a Santa Claus costume. Later, at an orphanage, he is punished for making a violent drawing, and when he observes through a keyhole a nun having sex with her boyfriend, he hears them beaten with a belt by the Mother Superior.
Billy learns through beatings to keep his mouth shut. It’s both funny and tragic that his homicidal rage comes out as Father Christmas. Violence, sex and Santa Claus make a combustible combination! In one chillingly amusing scene, a girl refuses to admit any naughtiness and so, unable to punish her, Billy begrudgingly gives her his blood-covered knife as a gift. The same scene in Christmas Bloody Christmas results in a more modernly obnoxious child getting an axe to the head. I prefer the original.