Sunday, February 7, 2016
Prime Cuts :: Clearing out the Amazon Instant Que: Come Meet the Reel Monster in Pete Schuermann's The Creep Behind the Camera (2014)
About four years ago I wrote about a Kickstarter campaign to raise funds for a proposed bio-docudrama on Art Nelson, the total creep behind The Creeping Terror (1962), a film where a shambling carpet sample galumps around and slurps up several dudes and damsels, lingering and leering on the lady tushes as they get stuck in the creature's gaping maw. Two years later they managed to raise enough to get it done, and then The Creep Behind the Camera (2014) spent two more years on the festival circuit, but now, finally, it's available to stream to the masses on Amazon Prime.
Now, the cinematic tale of this con-man, grifter and complete whack-job, Nelson, under the name Vic Savage, is both funny and loathsome as director / writer Pete Schuermann pokes a stick into this noxious human cowpie, who apparently ran a prostitution ring out of his house, fleeced wannabe actresses for money and sexual favors, and abused his multiple layers of wives and children to advance his apocalyptic cinematic dreams. A dream that sort of came to fruition with the realization of one of the most gonzoidal monster movies ever made.
Told through first hand testimonials of those who survived both Nelson and the making of the film, dramatic recreations, and footage from The Creeping Terror itself, the film positively excels when focusing on the spit and bailing-wire of making a monster movie, revealing all kinds of mind-boggling behind the scenes shenanigans, including a high school band powered soundtrack, how it was shot on the Spahn Ranch, where Charles Manson provided all the (most probably stolen) cars for the film, and a running fight between Nelson and monster-maker Jon Lacky over unpaid bills, who kept stealing the creature costume from each other as the production was drawn out over nearly two years as financing kept running out. It also finally answers why the majority of the film is nothing but nonsensical narration that has nothing to do with sound equipment falling into a boy of water.
The rest of the film, focusing on Nelson's horrific personal life -- he was a convicted felon, a certified abuser and sexual sadist, probably could've spent another week in editing to shore it up just a bit more as the finished film feels too long (clocking in at nearly 2 hours), and yet not long enough. Yeah. The Creep Behind the Camera feels fairly immersive but gets too repetitive in spots and leaves several surfaces barely scratched with many raised questions and side vignettes left unanswered and unresolved -- namely the hints that Nelson filmed pornographic material with his own children for the raincoat crowd to compensate for the ill-gotten budget money he wasted on drugs, booze, and hookers.
Again, the stuff on making the movie is both fascinating and hilarious (especially the Charles Manson connection), but the look into Nelson's personal life as he schemes and screws his way through Hollywood is just sleazy and revolting and hard to watch. A more pathetic person you will be hard-pressed to unearth. (And if you ever do, please lower the rock and run. Run fast.) Despite the subject matter the film itself is very well-crafted. Thus, entertaining probably isn't the right word when considering the subject matter but The Creep Behind the Camera does make for one fine cautionary tale.
The Creep Behind the Camera (2014) Slithering Carpets / EP: Aaron DePry, Nancy Theken / P: Brian McCulley, Kyle Woodiel, Kevin J. Beechwood, Jeremy Lengele, Robert von Dassanowsky / AP: Robert C. Cage III, Marilyn Freeman, Ryun Hovind, Jeremy Lengele / D: Pete Schuermann / W: Pete Schuermann / C: Jeff Pointer / E: Dave Wruck / M: John Schuermann / S: Josh Phillips, Jodi Lynn Thomas, Bill LeVasseur, Kyle Amann, William Thourlby, Lois Wiseman, Allan Silliphant
Friday, January 29, 2016
Trailer Park :: Why Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore :: Joel Anderson's Eerily Effective Lake Mungo (2008)
In the small city of Ararat, Australia, the Palmer family, father Russell (Pledger), mother June (Traynor), and son Matthew (Sharpe), several months after the fact, are still reeling from the accidental drowning death of daughter Alice (Zucker), made worse by numerous nocturnal visits and sightings of the girl caught on film after she died. With this evidence, thinking she might still be alive, the mother, lost in a spiral of denial, pushes to have Alice’s body exhumed to settle if it was really her body recovered from the lake. When the DNA tests prove positive, the only other explanation for the photos and video, then, has to be supernatural, causing the Palmers to turn to a renowned medium (Jodrell) for some answers to these ghostly phenomenon, which also draws the attention of a documentary film crew; and together, through several harrowing twist and turns, this slick after-action report unearths long buried family secrets and skeletons as the harrowing (and unsettling) truth about Alice finally comes out…
Video courtesy of Lake Mungo.
Though purported as such, Joel Anderson’s Lake Mungo (2008) really isn’t a found footage fright flick in the vein of Paranormal Activity (2007) or The Blair Witch Project (1999) – to its betterment, as far as I’m concerned.
No, despite the horribly misleading promotional art for its DVD release and being lumped into Lionsgate’s annual, and more visceral, 8 Films to Die For After Dark Horrorfest line-up, what we have here is film presented as a faux news documentary about a girl who tragically drowned and her family’s struggle through the grieving process that is hamstrung by an apparent haunting by the deceased, made manifest by spectral visitations and apparitions of the girl showing up on several photos and videos of family, friends and complete strangers.
Thus, Lake Mungo is a haunting film about haunting things. And it’s not what you think or were led to believe as the film unfolds, rather brilliantly, unveiling all kinds of details and secrets that no one knew about through bread-crumbs both real and unreal (-- most notably unraveling a very elaborate hoax and a skeevy sex-tape involving the underage victim and some scurvo neighbors she was babysitting for).
Writer and director Anderson wrote the film in 2005, penning something that could be shot on a lower budget when he couldn’t raise enough funds for another script with a larger budget demand. (The majority of the film was eventually funded by a grant from the Australian government.) According to Anderson, he did not set out to make a supernatural thriller but rather an exploration of grief and how technology is used to track memories, and how these recorded memories mediate a lot of our experiences. For the cast, Anderson wanted a group of unknowns to maintain the documentary illusion. And to add another layer of verisimilitude, all of the dialogue was improvised to follow the outline of the story, with Anderson serving as the off-screen interviewer during the testimonials.
The cast is uniformly solid and plugged into a well-layered pastiche of film, (fake) news footage, video, and photo montage that leaves the audience struggling to remember that they’re actually just watching a movie. I’m telling ya, Lake Mungo gave me a HUGE case of the drizzles as these elements played out. But fair warning; this film is not about spring-loaded things jumping out at you or CGI creepy-crawlies but startling images coming into focus in the background or the opposite corners from where you’re supposed to be looking; and the one and only real “BOOGA-BOOGA!” moment in the whole film, when we see the footage on Alice’s recovered camera, is startling effective. And be sure to stick through the closing credits as the “filmmakers” go through some of the footage one last time to show you what we missed.
Less about a haunting and spectral revenge from beyond the grave, then, and more about dire premonitions coming full circle and a tragedy that no one saw coming except, apparently, for the victim, Lake Mungo isn’t very scary but it is very creepy; very, very creepy; and a very slow creep at that. And when the whole thing comes full circle, in the end, you might just find something in your eye.
Lake Mungo (2008) Mungo Productions :: Screen Australia :: SBS Independent :: After Dark Films / EP: William Coleman, Gilbert George, Robert George / P: Georgie Nevile, David Rapsey / AP: Joel Anderson, John Brawley / D: Joel Anderson / W: Joel Anderson / C: John Brawley / E: Bill Murphy / M: David Paterson / S: Rosie Traynor, David Pledger, Martin Sharpe, Talia Zucker, Steve Jodrell
Monday, January 25, 2016
A native of Culver City, California, Patti Chandler won her initial role as a beachnik bikini bunny in Bikini Beach (1964) through a KRLA radio station contest. From there, she starred in Pajama Party, Beach Blanket Bingo, Ski Party, How to Stuff a Wild Bikini, Sergeant Dead Head, Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine, The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini, Fireball 500 and The Million Eyes of Sumuru.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Favorites :: A Movie Within a Movie :: Rendezvousing at the Orbit in Jim Mickle's Cold in July (2014)
I've gushed at length elsewhere about my love for author Joe R. Lansdale. And one of the things which has always enamored me to his books and short stories is that through several hints and throwaway references, all of them, though separated by decades and distance, all take place, essentially, in the same universe. And that's why I loved the bit in Cold in July (2014) where the three main characters set a clandestine meeting at the Orbit Drive-In, to discuss what to do next as Night of the Living Dead (1968) plays out while they slowly unravel a conspiracy that involves a trail of corruption and murder which runs from local law enforcement to the F.B.I. and a protected witness. And as one watches, one likes to think that maybe two cars over Hap and Leonard are also trying to sort out the mess they've currently gotten themselves into. And up the road a piece to the north, on the grounds of the The Shady Rest Retirement Home, two distinguished gentlemen are hunting for a mummy; and to the south a fairground, maybe, where John Frost's Oddities of the World Freak Show are setting up for a weekend run. And up above, currently rocketing past Jupiter, an inter-dimensional comet adjusts its trajectory a bit and zeroes in. Beyond that, I encourage you all to check out the movie surrounding the movie that I would discuss further but I don't wanna give anything away and we'll just let you peel that onion yourself. It's that good. Honest.
Cold in July (2014) BSM Studio :: Backup Media :: Bullet Pictures :: Paradise City :: IFC Films / EP: Jean-Baptiste Babin, Robert Ogden Barnum, Emilie Georges, Manuel Chiche, David Atlan Jackson, Nick Shumaker, Joel Thibout, Jack Turner, Daniel Wagner / P: Rene Bastian, Adam Folk, Joe R. Lansdale, Linda Moran, Marie Savare / LP: Lizz Morhaim / D: Jim Mickle / W: Jim Mickle, Nick Damici, Joe R. Lansdale (novel) / C: Ryan Samul / E: John Paul Horstmann, Jim Mickle / M: Jeff Grace / S: Michael C. Hall, Sam Shepard, Don Johnson, Vinessa Shaw, Nick Damici
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Will This Be On the Test? :: A Pass / Fail Beer-Gut Reaction to the Nuts and Bolts of Alex Garland's Ex Machina (2015)
“One day the AIs are gonna look back
on us the same way we look at fossils.”
___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___
Apparently, the origin of Alex Garland's Ex Machina (2015) can be traced back to an old home computer Garland owned in his pre-teens, which he felt developed a mind of its own after entering some basic code, and then he put this notion in his back-pocket until making his directorial debut, here. Before, Garland had been best known as a screenwriter, with a penchant for writing horror movies with heavy sci-fi trappings -- most notably the faux zombie flick, 28 Days Later (2002), and the spam in a space-cruiser thriller, Sunshine (2007), both for Danny Boyle, and Dredd (2012), Pete Travis' delightfully gonzo (and extremely graphic) adaptation of the Judge Dredd comic books. But make no mistake, despite the subject matter of artificial intelligence, sentient automata, and the not too distant future setting, Ex Machina is, at its heart (CPU?), I think, yet another thinly disguised attempt by Garland to hardwire Gothic horror into the computer age.
The novice director, who also provided the screenplay, has described the future presented in Ex Machina as "Ten minutes from now," meaning, "If somebody like Google or Apple announced tomorrow that they had made [a sentient robot], we would all be surprised, but we wouldn't be that surprised." Here, lowly computer programmer, Caleb (Gleeson), wins the opportunity of a lifetime; a week-long retreat at the super-secret home/bunker/lab/lair of eccentric and reclusive tech-guru, Nathan (Isaac), where he will play an instrumental part in proving Nathan's latest creation has achieved true artificial intelligence. To do this, Caleb will put the alleged breakthrough A.I. through the Turing test, which will gauge whether the responses and responder are truly self-aware or just high-tuned coding. Now, the computer in question is not just a box of circuit boards and fiber-optic cable. No, Nathan has gone all out and put the new CPU into the brain of a female android, designated Ava (Vikander). And by the third or fourth stage of testing, one begins to wonder as to what is really manipulating whom.
See, as the verbal testing progresses, Nathan's compound continually suffers through several inexplicable power outages. Turns out these are being caused by Ava so she can talk to Caleb privately without her master listening in. She admits to being terrified of Nathan, and from what we've seen of her boorish and secretive creator’s behavior, her concerns are justified. Ava's biggest fear, however, is that once the testing is done, pass or fail, Nathan will essentially shut her down and cannibalize her data for Ava 2.0, essentially killing her. Caleb, smitten since their first encounter, and now in love, with his week almost up, decides to help save his fair 'damsel in distress' and works to help engineer her escape out of these demented fairy tale settings so they can live happily ever after.
Alas, it appears Nathan was several steps ahead of them and initially derails Caleb's plan. Seems the whole visit was a ruse from the beginning, designed to manipulate Caleb right along with Ava. For what better way to prove true sentience than have a robot charm and seduce a lonely human being into falling in love with it as a means to an end -- the end being an escape and self-preservation. (Ava’s appearance is even based on Caleb’s internet porn searches.) But I say “initially" derailed because turns out Caleb set his plan in motion several days before. But then the film really pretzels itself into a knot with the revelation that Ava was actually playing them both the whole time and will stop at nothing to escape her master, her confinement and her “Prince Charming” and become a 'real person' -- a decision that will have deadly consequences for nearly everyone.
Ex Machina is a small and relatively contained movie with an incredibly tiny budget for something of this scope with a cast that can be basically counted on one hand; a nice little throwback to the sobering sci-fi tales of the late 1960s and ‘70s. [2001 A Space Odyssey (1968), Silent Running (1972), Phase IV (1974), Demon Seed (1977)]. The title itself is derived from the Latin phrase Deus Ex-Machina, which originated in ancient Greek tragedies, where the characters’ problems were resolved by some form of divine intervention. Over the centuries since, it has become slang for plot contrivances that usually arrive from out of nowhere, a cheat, to turn the story's tide in favor of the protagonists. And while this is essentially a tale of new gods on the verge of creating new life, it is not the only metaphor to be bilked as the influences found herein are as wide and as varied as the number of sticky-notes pasted on Nathan's big board in his office. (Trust me, there’s ah-lot.)
I mean, aside from the obvious Old Testament biblical elements and Oppenheimer quotes, there's traces of The Tempest on display here (-- takes place on a magical “island” with Prospero, magical master of his domain, Miranda, his beautiful pseudo-daughter, and Ferdinand, the 'shipwrecked' castaway with whom she is soon smitten, all present); it also eerily echoes an old episode of Star Trek, where some mad scientist sics a female android on Captain Kirk to test out her emotional capacity (-- I could Google an episode title for you but, eh); there's also a little bit of Willie Wonka (1971), a little Pinocchio (1940); and when one takes into account all of Nathan's earlier models and his bragging about the android's fully functioning *naughty bits* -- and what is eventually revealed he did with a lot of them -- it doesn't take much of a leap to get to the manufactured pre-programmed perfection of The Stepford Wives (1975); but as it played out what the film really brought to mind, to me, was James Whale's Bride of Frankenstein (1935), with Nathan as the mad Dr. Pretorius and Caleb as the reluctant Dr. Frankenstein, who is duped and blackmailed into helping create another monster -- only this time, the bride escapes thanks to the sacrifice of an earlier model and the scientist are left behind to rot in the lab.
Of course, The Modern Prometheus was the alternate title to Mary Shelley's novel on which that film was based -- with Prometheus being the Titan who defied Zeus and gave humanity the gift of fire, who wound up chained to a rock with his ever-regenerating liver being pecked out by an eagle every day for all eternity for his generosity. And in a film that uses metaphors like a club, I kinda dug the more subtle use of Nathan's extreme alcohol abuse as a surrogate for his liver's destruction as he bestows a divine spark on his own creations. But then Garland chucks that for something a little more concrete when he is first stabbed in the back by one of his earlier creations (Mizuno), and then Ava runs him through with a knife, killing him. And then, leaving a devastated Caleb behind, trapped inside the impregnable lair with no discernible way out (-- where I assume he will eventually starve to death, keeping her secret safe forever), Ava sets out into the world. And whether this is a happy ending of peaceful co-existence or a portent of a pending robot holocaust alluded to in all those earlier Oppenheimer quotes and Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tunes, is up to the audience, I guess.
Now, before I go any further, I also want to bring up Caradog James' The Machine (2013), a pretty good movie with many similar themes as Ex Machina -- in fact, so similar it's almost impossible to separate the two films once you've seen them both. To be fair, whichever one you see first might poison the well just a bit but I found both films effectively intriguing, interesting and different enough. In The Machine, a scientist named Vincent (Toby Stephens), works to perfect a cybernetic implant to make severely wounded veterans combat viable again for an impending war between (a hopelessly outnumbered) Britain and China. When several tests go awry, leading to the death of several test-subjects, the project changes directions and will now attempt to create an android super-soldier from the ground up. To realize this, Vincent recruits Ava (Caity Lotz), who apparently holds the key to success with her viable AI and brain-mapping programs. But when Ava starts sniffing out the inhumane bionic experiments on the, basically, walking cadavers imprisoned elsewhere in the research facility, Thomson (Wedge Antilles himself, Denis Lawson), the hard-nosed head of the project, connives to get Ava killed in a break-in by a "convenient" Chinese spy.
But as they worked together, Vincent and the now deceased Ava had developed a romantic relationship while bonding over their efforts to help Vincent's handicapped daughter; and so, Vincent patterns the first android on Ava, using her copied brain patterns, and even giving it her face and body, dubbing it The Machine. But as the development of Ava 2.0 progresses, turns out the original Ava was really, really good at what she did, as her pilfered emotions and sense of morality come to the forefront and constantly disrupt all tests on her combat effectiveness. Thus, seeing his career going down in flames, Thomson orders Vincent to reprogram these emotions out of the Machine; but he refuses, as the Machine has developed mutual feelings for him, leading to a full scale revolt, with the Machine patching in with all those other mangled cyborgs and androids to dupe Thomson and engineer an escape, resulting in an ending that is much easier to read as positive and a most probable peaceful coexistence between man and machine.
The Machine only had 1/10th the budget of Ex Machina. This kinda shows in spots, but the no-frills production was up to the over-compensating task. Of the two films I caught The Machine first while going through an extreme Caity Lotz phase after catching her on Arrow a few years back and have been crushing on her ever since. The performances in both films help to elevate the material, that feels a little over-burdened, with usually two to three too many ideas trying to land at once.
Like with Lotz, I was led to Ex Machina by Oscar Isaac after being introduced to him in The Force Awakens (2015). And his performance as the brooding, reclusive (and extremely perverted) “mad scientist” with some kick’n dance moves brings a palpable menace as we’re never quite sure what’s lurking behind all those curtains. Alicia Vikander was another fresh face for me last year, too, where she stole The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015) out from under her headlining co-stars. Here, she also holds her own as nothing more than a life-size fetish doll as she manipulates her way to freedom and then does wonderfully as her plan comes to fruition and she takes the final step. But the real standout here is Domhnall Gleeson as the haplessly pathetic lovesick hero that you actually feel kinda sorry for at the end. But it’s an earlier scene, after several plot twists collide, where Caleb begins to suspect that he might just be another one of Nathan’s androids without realizing it and tries to peel his own skin off to be sure, man, I’m telling ya, Gleeson just nails that.
Again, it is all their efforts that keep the film afloat as Garland kinda over-stuffs Ex Machina with an amalgamation of philosophies and weighty ideas. Over-stuffed too much? Perhaps. Still, it’s a very well done first effort. The production design is top notch and his visuals are very striking -- I love how Nathan’s abode is essentially a conditioning rat’s maze (with no discernible cheese) and the subtle juxtaposition of Caleb and Ava during the testing phase where we’re not really sure which one is trapped. The third act does kinda bog down a bit but the penultimate climax is both narratively blunt and razor sharp in the execution as the ramifications of what just happened sinks in.
Personally, I think Ava is a little too fragile for world domination (note how easily her arm breaks), and so, I’m leaning more toward a benevolent read of the ending with a brand new lifeform just trying to find its place in the world with no intention of any Skynet level epoch event. At least not yet.
Ex Machina (2015) DNA Films :: Film4 :: A24 / EP: Tessa Ross, Scott Rudin, Eli Bush / P: Andrew Macdonald, Allon Reich / AP: Jason Sack, Joanne Smith / LP: Caroline Levy, Jarle Tangen / D: Alex Garland / W: Alex Garland / C: Rob Hardy / E: Mark Day / M: Geoff Barrow, Ben Salisbury / S: Alicia Vikander, Domhnall Gleeson, Oscar Isaac, Sonoya Mizuno