Howl

Director: Paul Hyett
Writers: Mark Huckerby, Nick Ostler
Producers: Ed King, Martin Gentles
Cast: Ed Speelers, Holly Weston, Shauna Macdonald
Country: UK
Year of release: 2015
Reviewed from: screener
Website: www.facebook.com/howlmovie

As a non-driver, I travel by train a lot. And although I’ve never had any serious problems, I always carry certain essentials with me when travelling. In my man-bag you’ll find a pen-knife, a wind-up torch, string, safety pins and a range of other small items that could be very handy in an emergency, such as a derailment, a terrorist attack or, hypothetically, being trapped on the train by a pack of werewolves.

Which brings us to Howl, the second feature as director for BHR make-up effects legend Paul Hyett. Paul’s directorial debut, you may recall, was the jaw-droppingly brilliant The Seasoning House – a powerful, masterfully crafted film whose low rating on Rotten Tomatoes can be ascribed to its intensity, its bleakly nihilistic non-commerciality, and the difficulty of watching and understanding the disturbing ideas therein (especially for conservative mainstream film critics – and yes, I know that’s tautology).

Paul has followed The Seasoning House with a much more obviously commercial prospect. Werewolves on a train. It doesn’t get any more high concept than that. The end result is a fun monster movie with the requisite number of shocks, a decent amount of gore and a bunch of largely sympathetic characters played by a talented cast. But it’s not without its problems.

Don’t get me wrong: I enjoyed Howl. But it didn’t blow me away. And I was expecting it to blow me away. Maybe my expectations were set too high. But even with lower expectations, there are distracting, frustrating aspects of the film, which I will elucidate in due course. First though, let me go on record as saying that this review – as with all my reviews – is an honest, unbiased opinion. You see, I was going to be an extra in the opening scenes of Howl, shot at Waterloo Station, but the filming date changed and I had to drop out. Which was disappointing, but certainly didn’t affect my high hopes for the film and my annoyance at the ways in which it doesn’t manage to fulfil its potential. (Had I managed to appear in the background of this, I would be immensely proud but my critical opinion would be no different.) Just wanted to make that clear.

So: Ed Speleers stars as Joe, a bored young train guard who has just been passed over for promotion. When a colleague calls in sick, he finds himself assigned at short notice to the 23.59 from Waterloo to Commuterbeltville. On the plus side, the at-seat catering on this journey is provided by Ellen (Holly Weston), on whom Joe has a secret crush. Speleers was previously in Downton Abbey, A Lonely Place to Die and werewolf-comedy Love Bite as well as the disappointingly lupine-free Wolf Hall. Weston was Ash in Hollyoaks, was in BHR entries Dementamania and Splintered, and apparently was the dead body of the title character’s wife in epic Disney misfire John Carter.

Somewhere in the middle of the woods, the train suddenly lurches to a halt and the driver gets out to investigate what he just hit. This turns out to be a stag, although it's a bit difficult to determine as the cinematography by Adam Biddle (Crank, Blood Shot) is very dark throughout the whole film.

Anyway, this train driver is Sir Sean Pertwee and so it comes as no surprise that he’s dog-food before the 20-minute mark. Aboard the train with Joe and Ellen are a motley collection of, not to put too fine a point on it, stereotypes. They’re all believably portrayed characters, but it’s like they’ve been picked to be representative of a range of character types – as indeed they have, of course. Rather than rounding out the characters to make them real people, the script by Mark Huckerby and Nick Ostler simply reins back their one-note characteristics to make them restrained versions of their respective stereotypes. But stereotypes nonetheless.

So the elderly couple (Victoria Wood stock player Duncan Preston and Ania Marson: Amityville Playhouse) aren’t too old and doddery. The self-centred millennial teen (Rosie Day: The Seasoning House) isn’t too selfish. The bolshie businesswoman (Shauna Macdonald: The Descent, Mutant Chronicles, The Hike) isn’t too bolshie. The mildly OCD nerd (Amit Shah) isn’t too nerdy. The working class kid described by another character as “ASBO boy” (Sam Gittins) isn’t too working class and certainly isn’t even remotely ASBO. And the rich, arrogant tosser (Elliot Cowan: Frankenstein Chronicles, Narcopolis, The Ruby in the Smoke) only really displays his full arrogance and tossership towards the end. Although, to be fair, the fat bloke (Calvin Dean: Tormented, Don’t Move) is certainly very fat. (Gittins’ character is particularly ill-served in this department. One of the others says, “You must have a knife,” to which he replies, “Why would I have a knife?” This would work if Gittins played a lary, foul-mouthed chav but his character is a well-presented, politely spoken young man and the audience is left equally puzzled: why would someone think he had a knife?)

This group are unable to make contact with anyone: there’s no mobile signal and the driver’s cab radio raises only a distorted voice saying something about being unable to send help because of fallen trees, or something. They do seem to give up on that cab radio very quickly, I must say. It clearly does work so I’d have stuck with it a bit longer.

But instead, the passengers decide that they all want to walk along the tracks to the next station, which they start to do until realising that there is some sort of dangerous wild beast in the dark with them - whereupon they high-tail it back to the train. And thus begins the siege which forms the greater part of the story (the cab radio having been conveniently forgotten). One by one the characters are dragged outside and devoured, until the beast makes it inside the train and they must fight for their lives.

There’s nothing new or different or original or clever in Huckerby and Ostler’s script. This is a thoroughly formulaic monster movie with absolutely no surprises. There are points which are possibly supposed to be surprises, like characters we had forgotten about reappearing, but they’re not actually surprising because it’s pretty obvious who’s going to reappear. All the beats are here that we’ve seen a hundred times before: the injured person with a loyal partner, the characters with a history, the false sense of closure (with nearly half an hour to run!). Paul Hyett and his cast take us through these with aplomb, but there’s nothing meaty for either director or actors to get their teeth into.

There’s a little bit of character conflict but not nearly enough. No big shouting match between two people with equally valid ideas over a decision which, if taken wrongly, spells grisly doom. One character does cause enough trouble to be briefly tied up – even though it’s glaringly obvious (to the viewer at least) that he will be proved right in his warnings about another character. Hustler and Ockerby have a background in kids’ TV (they have written other feature scripts but this is the first one produced) and I’m afraid it shows. Not in any juvenilia but simply in the lack of plot complexity on display here and the shallowness of the characterisation. Despite the numerous occurrences – and constant, imminent threat – of savage, bloody death, these characters behave and interact as if they’re in a film which “contains mild peril”.

The picture’s biggest problem however isn’t the script. It’s the production design. It’s like designer Ricky Eyres (The Disappearance of Alice Creed, Heartless, The Colour of Magic, Farscape) has read about trains, maybe even seen some pictures of them, but has never actually travelled by rail and has only the most shadowy idea of what the inside of a carriage looks like. The seats have been arranged along each side, facing inwards, like on the London Underground. This creates plenty of space for actors, for action, for drama and for the camera. So it’s practical. But it’s utterly unlike any sort of rolling stock operating on any British line. And this is not some obscure regional franchise, this is a commuter train out of Waterloo.

Seats in railway carriages face backward and forwards (as depicted on the Howl teaser poster). And the aisle down the middle is narrow, barely wide enough for two people to pass. Why does this need explaining? As soon as you redesign your set for practical purposes to something that doesn’t actually exist, you say goodbye to any sense of realism. I’m not being picky here. The confines of a railway carriage are a very well-known environment and, crucially, have tremendous potential in a horror scenario like this. If it’s difficult to get up and down the coach en masse, if it’s possible to be trapped between two rows of seats, if people have to scramble over seats – or even hide underneath them – to escape, then you’ve got yourself a brilliant horror location. But not here. This is just a long, wide corridor.

There’s no sense of claustrophobia in Howl – because everyone has so much room to move about. And the set’s total dissimilarity to what we were expecting, to the carriages that vast numbers of people sit or stand in every day, constantly distracts us from the story, taking us out of the movie. Great British horror films – of which Paul Hyett has worked on many – derive much of their strength from their settings, placing established horror tropes into prosaic, everyday British locations. The inside of a commuter carriage is one such location. Whatever this fantasy vehicle is – isn’t.

While I’m at it, there’s a frankly ridiculous scene about halfway through when the survivors produce from somewhere a cordless electric drill and use it to attach a range of metal gratings over the windows as improvised barricades against potential lycanthropic intrusion. Do the writers genuinely think that a commuter train has lots of easily removable, large metal parts, along with garden shed power tools (and presumably a decent supply of screws)? And it’s difficult to see what barrier this would present given that what the gratings are being attached to is just plastic. Seriously, have these guys ever travelled on Network Rail?

Here’s another couple of script things that didn’t work: [spoilers on] I didn’t buy for a moment that a diesel-electric train, which is a very complex piece of machinery, could be easily fixed by someone who repairs lawnmowers for a living. I know it’s just a leak in a fuel pipe, but the idea that he could first diagnose that, then find it (in the dark) and then just wrap it up with some convenient gaffer tape and the engine would start first time – is daft. Also, there’s a brief shot right near the end of lone survivor Ellen walking back through the morning commuters at Waterloo, bloodied and dazed. But how the hell has she got there? Has she really walked all the way back from the countryside into central London? And without encountering any police or anyone else who would help her? Finally, this is really nitpicky but the at-seat catering on British trains is usually provided by franchises, not staff of the train company itself. That’s not important, but would have cost nothing to get right – and further emphasises how too many of the people involved in this film have no experience of rail travel (except, presumably, on the Tube). [spoilers off]

Getting back to the production design, there is also a very obvious flaw in the set dressing. Your humble scribe has in the past wilfully ignored Aldo Lado’s sound advice and actually ridden on late night trains. In my SFX days I was a regular on the red-eye back to Bath. And let me tell you something: by the end of the day, trains are filthy. The carriages of anything departing at 23.59 will be full of beer cans, fast food cartons and other detritus. Apart from anything else, where are all the discarded copies of Metro? This sort of set dressing would have not only given verisimilitude to the mise en scene, it would also have (once again) added to the horror potential. You have the risk of slipping on the crap littering the floor. You have the desperation of searching underneath seats for half-empty drinks when the water has run out. Instead, we have a set of clean carriages where the only food packaging on view is the fat bloke’s briefly seen burger carton.

As ever, my concentration on the negative aspects of a film distorts the review and makes it look a lot worse than it is. If you’re a fan of British horror, of course you should watch Howl. But I couldn’t in all honesty call it a great werewolf film, and if it wasn’t for the imprimatur of the director’s track record I suspect it would be pretty swiftly dismissed by genre critics. The most obvious comparison is of course Dog Soldiers. Partly because Hyett has a history of fantastic work on Neil Marshall movies, although ironically Dog Soldiers is the one he didn’t do. But the comparison is directly thematic too because this is, like Dog Soldiers, a werewolf siege. Traditionally, werewolves have been introspective monsters, the horror coming from the plight of the poor soul cursed with lycanthropy. Here, as in Marshall’s debut, the werewolves are simply an external threat, an off-the-peg monster.

As director, Hyett left the actual effects to others. I wouldn’t like to try and decipher the range of credits on offer at the end, but Simon Webber (Godzilla, The Wolf Man) has ‘creature design’ and Kristyan Mallett (a mix of blockbusters and BHR, including Strippers vs Werewolves and Love Bite) has ‘prosthetics make-up designer’. We do get a good look at a werewolf well before the end (and indeed in the trailer). It looks like a body-builder with a fright-mask: plenty of teeth, shaggy hair atop its head. Other close-ups show us distinctly canine back legs; we never see the whole thing full-length but presumably it walks like Pan. In most of the exterior shots, the werewolves are merely shadowy humanoid figures with the previously mentioned glowing eyes. In interviews, Hyett said his concept was that the werewolves have slowly evolved over many years, but there’s no way to derive that from what’s on screen. (So far as I can tell, Paul himself has only designed one lycanthrope – for the Romanian-shot US movie Werewolf: The Beast Among Us. That was a more conventional, hairy, dog-faced affair.)

The idea of ‘Paul Hyett + werewolves’ was enticing, and I can’t fault Paul’s work here, nor that of his hard-working cast. Howl does its job. If you’re looking for an unpretentious, solid monster movie that will pass 90 minutes with a succession of fun and blood – crucially unsullied by cut-price CGI or bad acting – you won’t go far wrong here. But a weak, unimaginative script combined with seriously ill-judged production design prevents Howl from being the belter that it could and should have been. As a British lycanthrope picture it scores better than dreck like Strippers vs Werewolves (of course) but anyone who says this is the best British werewolf film since Dog Soldiers hasn’t seen 13hrs. (NB. I wouldn’t like to compare this directly with the recently reviewed Dense Fear Bloodline except to note that, while Howl is better on an absolute scale because of the budget and the quality of the talent involved, Tony Gardner’s microbudget feature did more with what it had available.)

The really disappointing thing here, it eventually occurred to me, is that Howl signally fails to use its high-concept premise: werewolves on a train. Since the train is stationary and displays none of the distinctive architecture of a train - furniture that inhibits movement, windows that can't be barricaded - the fact that it's a train becomes largely immaterial. If this group of people were just in a metal shed in the middle of nowhere (for some reason) the bulk of the film would be pretty similar. The definitive 'werewolves on a train' film is still waiting to be made, I fear,

Ostler and Huckerby have another horror feature in production at time of writing: a supernatural chiller called Don’t Knock Twice directed by Caradog James. Most of their previous work has been kids TV, including the remakes of Thunderbirds and Danger Mouse, Tree Fu Tom, Peter Rabbit and a forthcoming cartoon series based on the monster-packed Scream Street series of books. They also wrote quite a few episodes of Thomas and Friends, a series which has an extraordinarily large number of horror-themed stories. Seriously: every third or fourth episode, Toby or Percy or someone thinks they’ve seen a ghost or a monster (which invariably turns out to be something harmless). Still, at least Annie and Clarabelle look like real carriages.

Shot over four weeks in May/June 2014, Howl had its world premiere at the Fantasy Film Fest in Hamburg in August 2015 followed by a UK premiere at Frightfest. It had limited theatrical play in October that year and hit UK DVD just in time for Halloween. Paul Hyett’s next directorial gig is one quarter of anthology feature Its Walls Were Blood. I retain every confidence in him and am as excited and hopeful about that as I was with Howl.

Not to be confused with Howl, a 2009 US short by Eric Hickey; Howl, an Israeli animation from 2011; Howl, a Taiwanese animation from 2012; Howl, an award-winning 2013 UK horror short by Jamie Sims; Howl, a 2015 short soccer documentary from Guatemala; or indeed the 2010 Allen Ginsberg biopic Howl.

Final point to note. The film’s Twitter feed and Facebook page describe Howl as “a new psychological werewolf creature feature.” What the hell is a psychological creature feature? Looks like yet another example of some PR wonk determined to avoid using the words ‘horror’ or ‘monster’ because we all know that no-one likes horror films…

MJS rating: B

interview: Simon Savory

I first came across the name ‘Simon Savory’ when David DeCoteau was discussing his adaptation of Poe’s House of Usher. So, a couple of years later when I received an enquiry from the British distribution outfit Peccadillo Pictures about the thriller You Belong to Me, I instantly recognised the name of the publicity chap who had e-mailed me. Simon very kindly answered a few questions for me in March 2009.

To what do you attribute Peccadillo's success and growth since it was launched in 2000?
“That’s really a question my boss, Tom Abell, would answer better than me. However, I’ve been lucky enough to work at Peccadillo for two years now, and it is by far the most rewarding, satisfying and exciting full time work environment I have ever experienced. It is also hard work, but every day is different.

“Peccadillo has always prided itself on bringing gay and lesbian cinema ‘with a difference’ to the UK. This is what separates us from TLA, who do more commercial and mainstream gay films. We focus more on foreign language, art-house, controversial and below-the-radar films. Recent examples are Argentine intersexual film XXY, Olivier Meyrou’s chilling gay hate crime documentary Beyond Hatred, Before I Forget which is about what happens when rent boys grow old, and the quite frankly bizarre but brilliant and very faithful adaptation The Last of the Crazy People by Laurent Achard, which we are releasing on DVD May 18th.

“These are films that probably would never have had a UK release, and we certainly take risks in picking them up, but it’s something we feel needs to be done to justify our existence. Also, sometimes they can be unexpected hits, as XXY proved to be. We also do the odd ‘straight’ film, purely because we think they deserve a release, such as council estate spaghetti western Saxon and German jail drama Four Minutes, which we put out under out the Petit Peché label.

“It hasn’t been an easy ride putting out all these difficult films (granted, there have been big hits like Lost and Delirious and Summerstorm), but along the way Peccadillo has garnered a very faithful following among gay audiences who are looking for something a little different from the usual rom-coms that get thrown their way, not that there’s anything wrong with that!

“Now Peccadillo is entering a new and very exciting phase: gay short films. In 1993 Tom Abell’s Dangerous To Know was the first distributor to release compilations of short films on the VHS format. Lesbian Lykra Shorts and Boys on Film introduced a number of new film-makers to an international audience. They became a popular way of showcasing new talent who went on to become celebrated and successful filmmakers. These compilations were followed by Lesbian Leather Shorts - which included a short starring a very young Lucy Lawless!

“Our first DVD volume, Boys on Film 1: Hard Love, has been doing really well (it contains a short I think your readers will like, Gay Zombie, which is my favourite!) and two volumes are to follow before the end of the year. Boys on Film 2: In Too Deep is out in June and has a terrific short called Cowboy by director Till Kleinert who is definitely one to watch in horror circles. The film blends gay romance with cannibalism and a combine harvester massacre! Beyond that, we have plans to build on our little cult and horror label, Bad Cat, currently home to Bruce La Bruce’s films and a lesbian vampire film, Vampire Diary. So, in short, Peccadillo’s success is attributed to hard slog, creativity and a love for what we put out.”

How accurate would it be to assume that the genre films that Peccadillo distributes might find a smaller, niche audience among gay viewers but counterbalance this with greater mainstream appeal?
“This is another thing we strive really hard to accomplish. It is something that is still possible to do in countries like France and Germany, but British attitudes, especially in the industry, are somewhat different. First of all, to get a predominantly gay film out to a wider, more mainstream audience, you have to give it a cinema release. With that, you can get advertising support from various funds and you also get all the press writing about it, as they have more of a duty to write about cinema releases than the massive number of DVDs that get put out. There’s still a certain cachet in having an independent film on the big screen that earns the coverage of journalists.

“However, getting the films into cinemas is very hard because in the UK most cinemas, even those that you might think are truly independent, are in fact parts of chains, or they outsource their programming to a larger company that picks commercially viable films for them. This leads to two bands of cinemas, your commercial multiplexes and your small art-house cinemas, and the latter all tend to be showing the same films at the same time, and this is because programming is run by a very small select group of people, which is a pity.

“The only real way now to get diversity out there is to bypass conventional releasing methods by taking films on tour or to festivals, which we are currently doing with Boys on Film at the London ICA and Greenwich Picture House, and with the London Lesbian and Gay Film Festival, Bradford Film Festival, Cambridge Film Festival and so on. What I preoccupy myself with most at Peccadillo is making sure our DVD releases get the maximum coverage possible in the press. Gay films for gay press is easy. Outside of that is another story!”

What is your own background/experience in the cinema industry?
“I started out in 2001 doing a film degree at Kent University, which really was just an excuse for me to write essays about Dario Argento and John Carpenter between getting incredibly drunk at some pretty mucky night-clubs! For the three years I was there, I would shuttle between Canterbury and London doing internships: making tea for Michael Winterbottom and making photocopies for various producers before settling into a nine month internship at Tartan Films (during their golden age: Battle Royale, Irreversible and Ted Bundy!)

“Then I went to Paris to study cinema for a year, but the only real bonus of that excursion was going to the Cannes film festival and taking part in the nude’n’bloody Troma parades with Lloyd Kaufman and his gang of loons. I continued to be a Troma loon myself every summer in Cannes for four years after that. From there I went to work on the eggscellent Troma film Poultrygeist in Buffalo, NY as a production assistant, before coming back to London and being film editor at a great music/fashion magazine called Disorder. A short while after, I came to work at Peccadillo.”

How did you end up writing for David DeCoteau and how familiar were you with his work beforehand?
“The first DeCoteau films I watched were Bram Stoker’s Legend of the Mummy 2 (aka Ancient Evil: Scream of the Mummy) which I remember mostly for the random boyfriend who comes on screen for three seconds towards the end before getting killed (brilliant!) and The Frightening which was my first introduction to Dave’s notorious shower scenes! Very few of his films have made it to UK shores, and I think all of his 2000-2003 movies came here to capitalise on the success of the Scream movies.

“He’s a professional horror film director who never held back on putting male flesh on screen, which for a gay horror fan like myself was a godsend after all those years gawping at the hot jocks in ’80s slasher movies who were given such short shrift! I sent him a message on MySpace many moons ago, just stating that I was a fan, nothing more, and by complete coincidence he was on his way to the UK for the first time, to location scout for The Raven. I was very lucky with that, so I seized the opportunity and offered to take him around some old buildings in Kent that I thought might interest him. He came, and off we went, along the way stopping off at Pinewood, Ealing Studios and Oakley Court (Rocky Horror!) - I wish I’d brought my camera! I told him I wrote and a few months later he asked me to re-write a script, I think maybe he was testing me, and he liked it. House of Usher was the result of that.”

How much do your Poe films owe to their nominal source material?
“Well of course I try to be faithful to Poe as I love his stories, I had already read them all before I even met David. House of Usher is as faithful as I think it could ever have been. Of course, there are no gay ghosts in the original, or buff manservant, but this was a short story stretched to ninety minutes, you have to add some fresh elements to the mix otherwise all adaptations would be the same. At the same time I didn’t want to disappoint Poe fans, so there are several subtle nods to his works and the man himself: the cognac, the closing voiceover, Victor’s surname (Reynolds is the name Poe called out on his death bed nobody knows why!), lots of little references like that.

“I also threw in some little quirks related to photography, botany, some meta-textual hokum and, unwittingly, a Caligari-esque ending which I totally didn’t realise until I read it in a review! I’m really happy with how it came out. David is a magician when it comes to conjuring up ninety minutes of solid entertainment within such tight budgets and time constraints. And as for the casting, he picks some real humdinger actors! Michael Cardelle is mesmerisingly beautiful and very talented, while Jaimyse Haft happily chews up every scene she’s in.”

What sort of films (or specific titles) do you particularly enjoy watching?
“I’m very much into horror stories and slasher films of course, and have a soft spot for murder mysteries, crime novels and gothic fantasies. Anything from Hitchcock, Argento, Carpenter, Agatha Christie, Daphne DuMaurier, Bernard Rose, Easton Ellis, Lawrence Block, Poe, Cronenberg, Lovecraft, Conan Doyle, the list goes on! My favourite films are probably ones like Tenebrae, The Eyes of Laura Mars and Don’t Look Now, as they constantly make a point of something that exists in the real world outside of the film, something that exists right beside you, behind your sofa, in your popcorn or beneath your subconscious, and more often than not that is far more frightening than what’s on screen.”

What are you working on next?
“Well David just wrapped The Pit and the Pendulum and did such a good job on it. I really enjoyed writing that one and I love how he filmed it. It’s safe to say that the only similarity it has with the story is the pendulum itself. It’s not like you can film a whole movie about a guy underneath a pendulum, unless you’re witnessing his dream or the deliria in his head, but that would smack too much of a cop-out I think. So, we made it into a contemporary Hammer/Corman-esque throwback, complete with campy dominatrix with an obsession for hypnosis, and a group of student athletes who practice wrestling, diving and, er, storm chasing!

“Essentially I just tried to mould the script into one big metaphor packed with references to clocks, pendulums - even the characters ‘swing’, ha ha. Then there’s all these cacti lying around which, because the film is about these asexual characters and eroticising pain, is a pretty self-explanatory metaphor. Lorielle New plays the lead with relish, it is one to look out for!

“Next up for David and I is a Sherlock Holmes adaptation. I have a really good feeling about it and I know that his spin on it will be an exhilarating one. It’ll be faithful to the plots of the original stories, but there will be some interesting new characters cropping up and of course many a gay/lesbian sub-plot! I’m also collaborating on a script with a director in Luxembourg, about a Catholic girl who goes to ‘rescue’ a female cage-fighter and a post-op transsexual from a life of sin. We’ll see what happens with that one.”

Interview originally posted 17th March 2009