Director: Nick Barrett
Writer: Nick Barrett
Producer: Stephen Callo
Cast: Johnny Vivash, Matthew Hebden, Elina Alminas
Country: UK
Year of release: 2016
Reviewed from: Online screener
Website: www.facebook.com/corporealfilms
This 16-minute short is a well-written, well-directed, well-acted slice of British horror and well worth your time. Theatre/radio actor Matthew Hebden is Patrick, a corporate arsehole with a smartphone and no time for anyone around him. Johnny Vivash (The Fallow Field, Kung Fu Flid) is Driscoll, a homeless man who follows Patrick into a smart coffee shop and engages him in conversation.
For most of the running time this is a two-hander, with director Nick Barrett doing a good job of keeping the conversation flowing and our attention paid. Patrick airily tries to dismiss Driscoll and even offers him money to go away. But Driscoll has a secret that he wants Patrick to know. About what’s really happening in the city. His is a They Live-style paranoid delusion which Patrick casually dismisses with a reference to Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
But of course, we have to wonder whether there is some truth behind Driscoll’s paranoia. Without giving anything away, I can reassure you that this does not lead to a simple “Ooh, he was right after all” twist. The story develops in its second half. And questions you will start wondering – like why has Driscoll singled out Patrick, and why has a posh coffee shop allowed a scruffy tramp to come in and sit down – will be answered.
The two leads both give absolutely terrific performances. Vivash brings real depth to a character who could have just been a drunken bum. And Hebden travels a hugely impressive emotional pathways from irritation to exasperation to tolerance to scorn to confusion to understanding to acceptance to realisation to, well, terror. Elina Alminas, who had bit-parts in Jupiter Ascending, Ex Machina and the live action Disney Cinderella, provides solid support as the waitress.
Fine cinematography by Marcos Avlonitis and Nick Barrett’s own atmospheric score combine to build a steadily increasing mood of uncertainty and doubt throughout the picture. Currently doing the festival rounds, this is a gripping, scary, clever film which I expect to read more about as word spreads.
MJS rating: A-
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Friday, 18 March 2016
Tuesday, 19 May 2015
The Realm of Never: Moratorium
Director: Christopher Del GaudioWriter: Christopher Del Gaudio
Producers: Christopher Del Gaudio, Vernon Gravdal, Loretta Mirabella
Cast: Darren O’Hare, Jason Murphy, Jacqueline Muro
Country: USA
Year of release: 2002
Reviewed from: screener disc
I don’t half get sent some odd stuff to review on this site. I mean, I love it, but boy, sometimes I really have to work hard to work out what to say. Not with the bad stuff. Really bad movies are easy - and fun - to review. And really good stuff gives me plenty to get my teeth into. But then there’s the stuff that’s not like anything else.
Moratorium is a half-hour episode of an anthology series called The Realm of Never which airs on public access TV in the States. Now, we don’t have public access TV in this country and, truth be told, I don’t really understand the concept, my only real knowledge of it coming from repeated viewings of Wayne’s World.
Most public access TV is, I gather, of the Wayne and Garth variety which is why The Realm of Never is so unusual. Not only is it drama, but it is shot live, using three cameras, in a deliberately retro style (and black and white). This, combined with the ‘set’ being not much more than a curtain and a couple of bits of furniture, gives the series (it seems, based on this one episode) a threadbare, archaic appearance which is, I have to assume, completely intentional.
Moratorium is basically a four-hander. Myles Goddard (Darren O’Hare) is a political intern who has been exposed to some sort of virus that grants him omniscience and thereby allows him to understand what is really going on in world politics. Medical expert Dr Beverly Mathias (Jacqueline Muro) and military advisor (or something) Wyndham (Jason Murphy) are interrogating him to find out what he really knows, much to the consternation of his aunt Amanda (Joannne Antonucci, wearing heavier make-up than I have ever seen on any human being). In the second half of the half-hour there is a military guard standing to the side who says a couple of lines (in Russian, I think) but otherwise seems to have no bearing on the matter.
Myles’ viral-induced omniscience reveals to him that our world is being run by shape-shifting aliens. I think. I mean, he never actually comes out and says this but it seems to be what he is alluding to for the best part of thirty minutes. Whether this state of affairs is a good or bad thing, whether Myles’ knowing about it is good or bad, whether other people know or not - sorry, I couldn’t pick up on any of this. There’s lots and lots of dialogue but it’s all very obtuse. There’s also a fair share of pauses and a disconcerting number of times when characters paraphrase what someone else has just said, prefaced with, “So you’re saying...”
I realise that the budget is about twenty bucks, the studio is the size of a telephone kiosk and the whole thing is done live, but my biggest frustration was that no-one does anything. This is the most static, non-visual thing I have ever seen on a TV screen. It’s basically a radio programme; although the Realm of Never website understandably claims comparison with The Twilight Zone and Playhouse 90, it felt more like Dimension X or X Minus One.
But maybe that’s the intention, maybe that’s writer/director/producer Christopher Del Gaudio using his limitations. I find it very, very difficult to review Moratorium out of context as a stand-alone short film because I just don’t know what allowances to make for it. The cast are pretty stiff - but is that deliberate homage to the wooden acting that was more common on TV in the 1950s? There is also a colour epilogue, a Dennis Potter-style twist on what has gone before which raises still further the question of how one should view the preceding twenty-odd minutes.
I think the only coherent criticism I can make of The Realm of Never is this. It seems from the website that Del Gaudio writes and directs all the episodes, but the best anthologies work because of the range of writers and directors they use. Obviously The Realm of Never is not going to attract writers of the calibre of Richard Matheson or Harlan Ellison, but the script is almost always the weakest part of any low-budget production. The plot of Moratorium, inasmuch as it is discernible through the obfuscatory dialogue, seems to be a standard paranoid conspiracy theory which can’t help but make one think of David Icke and similar loonies. There didn’t seem to be any questioning of whether Myles’ ideas were merely drug-induced fantasies. The central idea was discussed to death but not really explored and it came across as a load of new age, crystal-gazing hippy hooha, which I don’t think was the intention.
I always review films on the basis of how well they achieve what they set out to do with what they have available, but I don’t have enough cultural experience of 1950s American live television to evaluate the former and I don’t have enough grasp of public access TV to judge the latter. I’ll give the show the benefit of the doubt, because Del Gaudio seems to know what he’s doing, but I can’t say this was really my cup of tea. Still, full credit to the guy (and his crew and rep company of actors) for doing something different and evidently doing it successfully.
MJS rating: B
Review originally posted 21st December 2006.
Sunday, 4 May 2014
Unhappy Birthday
Directors: Mark Harriott, Mike Matthews
Writers: Mark Harriott, Mike Matthews
Producers: Mark Harriott, Mike Matthews, Nic Speranza
Cast: David Paisley, Jonathan Keane, Christina De Vallee, Jill Riddiford
Country: UK
Year of release: 2011
Reviewed from: screener (Peccadillo Pictures)
Watch now - see end of review for Distrify link
Unhappy Birthday comes to us billed as ‘the gay Wicker Man’ and that’s not an unreasonable concept if one had to sum the film up in four words. It’s not a Darklands-style quasi-remake but it is set among an isolated, heavily religious island community.
And instead of one devoutly Christian copper we have a trio of thirty-somethings on a weekend away: Sadie (Christina De Vallee, from off that marmite advert!) wears bright-coloured leggings and large, plastic ear-rings; her boyfriend Rick (David Paisley: Casualty/Holby City) is a little more conservative; and their gay friend Jonny (Jonathan Keane, former senior programmer of the London Lesbian and Gay Film Festival) is a bit more boisterous. What is noticeable is that all three are reasonably intelligent, considerate people - the sort of folk you would be happy to meet and talk with. This means we care about them and what happens to them. You don’t need me to tell you that far too many horror films make their protagonists dumb, vain, arrogant 21-year-olds whom we are happy to see killed off. Bravo to Unhappy Birthday for presenting us with rounded, likeable, believable characters.
The tiny island of Amen lies just off the Northeast coast of England and is briefly accessible once a day via a causeway that appears at low tide. Rick is taking Sadie there for her birthday weekend with Jonny along in tow but they arrive too late to make the crossing and spend the night at a nearby B&B.
While Sadie, who has recurrent nightmares about drowning, tries to sleep, the two boys are downstairs, unable to resist each other. It’s not clear (at this point in the story) whether Sadie is aware that her bisexual boyfriend is fucking their pal and doesn’t mind, or is aware but choosing not to say anything, or isn’t aware. Anyway, the point is that if a tastefully shot but fairly explicit (frankly quite erotic) scene of two men shagging each other puts you off your breakfast, then you’ll have to miss out on a really good horror film. Come on, it’s 2011. It’s a modern world. Ask yourself: if it was exactly the same scene with a man and a woman, or two women, would you be bothered?
Well then.
One secret that Rick has kept from Sadie up until they cross the next morning is that he hasn’t chosen this spot at random. Sadie was abandoned as a child and Rick believes he has found her family. He has been in communication with a lady called Corinne who is, all indications suggest, Sadie’s long-lost sister.
Amen turns out to be a creepy, curious community where most people wear identical anoraks and live in fear of contamination from the mainland. Nevertheless, the islanders obviously have some limited contact with the mainland because, although self-sufficient in food, they must get their fuel (and indeed their cars and tractors) from somewhere. Life on Amen is simple; rural but not primitive. The place looks like it hasn’t changed since before the war. But there’s no animosity. Quite the reverse. Everyone waves in a friendly but vacant manner at the three bemused visitors.
Corinne (Jill Riddiford: Book of Blood) lives alone, welcoming the trio into her house. She seems simplistic, not simple. Sadie on the other hand is a wreck and goes through a whole range of emotions, De Vallee giving an excellent performance of a character dealing with an overload of complex and conflicting experiences in quick succession. At times Sadie wants to leave, at others she is more accepting. Gradually she learns about the childhood she can’t remember in this insular community, while the muddy boys strip off in the barn and wash each other.
At the same time, Corinne learns something about her little sister: the as-yet unannounced news that Sadie and Rick are expecting a baby. Or at least, Sadie is.
Gradually, Sadie comes under Corinne’s spell as their hostess keeps her separate where possible from the fellas who are sent down the pub. There they discover that the local tipple is mead, that money is not used on the island, that the locals aren’t necessarily as friendly as they had come to believe - and that the landlord is 1970s horror screenwriter David McGillivray!
To go into too much detail would be to spoil what is, frankly, one of the best British horror films I have seen this year. Writer-directors Mark Harriott and Mike Matthews do a wonderful job of slowly turning Sadie from a vivacious polka-dot towngirl into a restrained, calm village woman who finds herself warming to the simple Amen life and coming round to Corinne’s view that the island would be a wonderful place to raise a child. At the same time, Rick and Jonny are coming to the very opposite conclusion.
There’s a wonderful ambiguity about Corinne (helped by Riddiford’s superbly creepy performance). Is she scheming and manipulative, or is she really as plain and simple as she seems? What does she want? What does she know? What is she not telling? Is her power over Sadie some sort of magic, or simple persuasion, or carefully manipulative psychology, or just a warmth and openness missing from so much of today’s society?
The growing unease of the second act lets loose a third act of genuine horror, not as a sudden switch but rather as a steady, inexorably increasing intensity and paranoia which eventually tips over a line. The three mainlanders start to realise that something is up, but they are clearer about the need to get away than what precisely they are getting away from. And of course they are hampered by the fact that the causeway won’t be accessible for several hours yet.
The film's climax is a juddering sequence of horrific revelations and resolutions that combines imagination with careful construction. After sitting through the disappointing, overhyped Kill List a few days earlier, it was such a pleasure to be reminded what a well-crafted horror story is really like. Not that everything is wrapped up neatly, but the questions raised - such as ‘Is Corinne really Sadie’s sister?’ and ‘How much contact does Amen really have with the mainland?’ - are ones that merit discussion and contemplation, not just random WTF inconsistencies.
Worthy of particular praise is the sexual angle. It would have been very easy for the islanders to have seen the openly gay Jonny as a demon. Let’s not forget, one of Britain’s own island communities, the Isle of Man, only legalised homosexuality in 1992. These are simple, God-fearing, Christian folk (we never see a church on the island but we must assume there is one) who believe that sex outside marriage is an evil sin and there is certainly no room in their world for filthy sodomites.
But that’s not the tack that Matthews and Harriott’s script takes. Corinne is shocked by profanity and snack foods more than by Jonny’s attitude and behaviour (which possibly she doesn’t even really recognise or understand). Another possibility would have been for this film to be one where the characters’ sexuality is entirely incidental to the plot, and while that is a laudable principle it’s also an easy way out. As is a simple gender switch, of the sort that says instead of topless chicks let’s have some shirtless beefcake and drool over that instead (what might be termed the DeCoteau technique).
But no, what is impressive is that the sex and sexuality of each of our three protagonists is intrinsic to the plot. Not so much directly but more in the way that the three relate to each other: characters are defined by relationships, as I believe I may have observed in the past.
There is Sadie’s relationship with Rick, plus a secret between her and Jonny, and of course the boys’ own dark passion. This is a three-sided triangle (rarer than you might think in cinema!) and each side, each angle changes over time as each individual discovers more about themself, their friends and the situation in which they all find themselves. The character development here is masterful. I’ve praised the girls already so let me add that Paisley and Keane are also superb in their respective roles.
While Unhappy Birthday sits proudly within the subsubgenre of the queer British horror film (cf. The Wolves of Kromer and, arguably, Vampire Diary) the horror itself arises not from the sex or the sexuality (or indeed, the sexiness) but from that more traditional penetration angst of the townie thrust into the rural world. Rick, Jonny and Sadie are out of their depth, unable to rationalise the Amen community. Should they mock? Should they pity? Should they be afraid? Or should they learn to embrace the simple life and free themselves from the shackles of modern city living?
In this respect, Unhappy Birthday is a fine example of a British Horror Revival film that manages to be current and contemporary while harking back to an older tradition of homegrown horror pictures. These are modern people with modern lives facing horrors outside their understanding.
Incredibly, the film was shot in just a single week (in early 2010), making use of Harriott’s sister’s guest-house when the location suddenly became available. The causeway is genuine - it’s the one at Lindisfarne - and time-lapse photography really brings home how quickly the land can become sea. At least, I hope it’s time-lapse!
Cinematographer Mark Hammond has previously worked on Top Gear and Bang Goes the Theory (and was one of at least four DPs on Martin Gooch’s absolutely-cannot-wait-to-see-it feature Death). Editor Tony Graynoth also has extensive television experience while composer Lin Sangster was a member of popular beat combos Kit, Send No Flowers and Bad Anorak 404 as well as scoring a FilmFour jingle and a Warburton’s bread ad! Between them, these three create an image and a soundtrack which totally belie the film’s undoubtedly paltry budget. There’s no credit for production designer but Kerry Platts (the scarf designer?) was art director.
A gem waiting to be discovered, Unhappy Birthday is a marvelous little film that knows precisely what it wants to do and achieves it with real skill. Original where it needs to be, yet fully aware of its heritage, defiantly indie and all the better for it. When you start to wonder why you sit through all these movies of varying quality, along comes a picture like this which makes it all worthwhile.
And finally, what of the two main creative forces behind this film? Mike Matthews is also a telly man. He has been shooting stuff for the Beeb and Channel 4 for 13 years now, amassing over 100 hours of credits. Once you know that he has directed both Nigella and Gok Wan, what more need be said? On the other hand, much of Mark Harriott’s output is definitely not suitable for family viewing, certainly not something called Life in Bras for which he recently won a SHAFTA award! After art directing oddball Anglo-Austrian sci-fi thing Dandy Dust, Harriott became Amory Peart, pornographer, and ejaculated a succession of quite extraordinary indie films, both straight and queer, featuring everything from men with no hair (the skinhead sex of Straight Acting) to men with far too much (the hirsute cuddle-cushions of Lick Daddy Suck Bear). Some of his stuff is 'TV' work but definitely not in the sense that you might find it listed in Radio Times...
In 2008 Harriott/Peart even ventured into the fringes of the horror genre with Secret Diary of a She Male. Although you won’t find this listed in most Jack the Ripper reference works, it does feature a sequence in which the ghosts of the Ripper’s victims get together to discover and enjoy a mutual asset which, curiously, the Victorian police reports glossed over and failed to mention!
(And coming soon: hardcore sci-fi action with... The Bionic Milf!)
Following a limited theatrical run in Edinburgh and Greenwich, Unhappy Birthday was released on UK DVD by Peccadillo Pictures, the specialist gay label which also brought us Vampire Diary, Krabat and the Legend of the Satanic Mill and (premiering in Cardiff the same week I reviewed this) British bloodsucker feature Vampires: Brighter in Darkness.
MJS rating: A-
Review originally posted 6th October 2011 [Update: Peccadillo re-released the film in March 2017 as Amen Island - MJS]
Writers: Mark Harriott, Mike Matthews
Producers: Mark Harriott, Mike Matthews, Nic Speranza
Cast: David Paisley, Jonathan Keane, Christina De Vallee, Jill Riddiford
Country: UK
Year of release: 2011
Reviewed from: screener (Peccadillo Pictures)
Watch now - see end of review for Distrify link
Unhappy Birthday comes to us billed as ‘the gay Wicker Man’ and that’s not an unreasonable concept if one had to sum the film up in four words. It’s not a Darklands-style quasi-remake but it is set among an isolated, heavily religious island community.
And instead of one devoutly Christian copper we have a trio of thirty-somethings on a weekend away: Sadie (Christina De Vallee, from off that marmite advert!) wears bright-coloured leggings and large, plastic ear-rings; her boyfriend Rick (David Paisley: Casualty/Holby City) is a little more conservative; and their gay friend Jonny (Jonathan Keane, former senior programmer of the London Lesbian and Gay Film Festival) is a bit more boisterous. What is noticeable is that all three are reasonably intelligent, considerate people - the sort of folk you would be happy to meet and talk with. This means we care about them and what happens to them. You don’t need me to tell you that far too many horror films make their protagonists dumb, vain, arrogant 21-year-olds whom we are happy to see killed off. Bravo to Unhappy Birthday for presenting us with rounded, likeable, believable characters.
The tiny island of Amen lies just off the Northeast coast of England and is briefly accessible once a day via a causeway that appears at low tide. Rick is taking Sadie there for her birthday weekend with Jonny along in tow but they arrive too late to make the crossing and spend the night at a nearby B&B.
While Sadie, who has recurrent nightmares about drowning, tries to sleep, the two boys are downstairs, unable to resist each other. It’s not clear (at this point in the story) whether Sadie is aware that her bisexual boyfriend is fucking their pal and doesn’t mind, or is aware but choosing not to say anything, or isn’t aware. Anyway, the point is that if a tastefully shot but fairly explicit (frankly quite erotic) scene of two men shagging each other puts you off your breakfast, then you’ll have to miss out on a really good horror film. Come on, it’s 2011. It’s a modern world. Ask yourself: if it was exactly the same scene with a man and a woman, or two women, would you be bothered?
Well then.
One secret that Rick has kept from Sadie up until they cross the next morning is that he hasn’t chosen this spot at random. Sadie was abandoned as a child and Rick believes he has found her family. He has been in communication with a lady called Corinne who is, all indications suggest, Sadie’s long-lost sister.
Amen turns out to be a creepy, curious community where most people wear identical anoraks and live in fear of contamination from the mainland. Nevertheless, the islanders obviously have some limited contact with the mainland because, although self-sufficient in food, they must get their fuel (and indeed their cars and tractors) from somewhere. Life on Amen is simple; rural but not primitive. The place looks like it hasn’t changed since before the war. But there’s no animosity. Quite the reverse. Everyone waves in a friendly but vacant manner at the three bemused visitors.
Corinne (Jill Riddiford: Book of Blood) lives alone, welcoming the trio into her house. She seems simplistic, not simple. Sadie on the other hand is a wreck and goes through a whole range of emotions, De Vallee giving an excellent performance of a character dealing with an overload of complex and conflicting experiences in quick succession. At times Sadie wants to leave, at others she is more accepting. Gradually she learns about the childhood she can’t remember in this insular community, while the muddy boys strip off in the barn and wash each other.
At the same time, Corinne learns something about her little sister: the as-yet unannounced news that Sadie and Rick are expecting a baby. Or at least, Sadie is.
Gradually, Sadie comes under Corinne’s spell as their hostess keeps her separate where possible from the fellas who are sent down the pub. There they discover that the local tipple is mead, that money is not used on the island, that the locals aren’t necessarily as friendly as they had come to believe - and that the landlord is 1970s horror screenwriter David McGillivray!
To go into too much detail would be to spoil what is, frankly, one of the best British horror films I have seen this year. Writer-directors Mark Harriott and Mike Matthews do a wonderful job of slowly turning Sadie from a vivacious polka-dot towngirl into a restrained, calm village woman who finds herself warming to the simple Amen life and coming round to Corinne’s view that the island would be a wonderful place to raise a child. At the same time, Rick and Jonny are coming to the very opposite conclusion.
There’s a wonderful ambiguity about Corinne (helped by Riddiford’s superbly creepy performance). Is she scheming and manipulative, or is she really as plain and simple as she seems? What does she want? What does she know? What is she not telling? Is her power over Sadie some sort of magic, or simple persuasion, or carefully manipulative psychology, or just a warmth and openness missing from so much of today’s society?
The growing unease of the second act lets loose a third act of genuine horror, not as a sudden switch but rather as a steady, inexorably increasing intensity and paranoia which eventually tips over a line. The three mainlanders start to realise that something is up, but they are clearer about the need to get away than what precisely they are getting away from. And of course they are hampered by the fact that the causeway won’t be accessible for several hours yet.
The film's climax is a juddering sequence of horrific revelations and resolutions that combines imagination with careful construction. After sitting through the disappointing, overhyped Kill List a few days earlier, it was such a pleasure to be reminded what a well-crafted horror story is really like. Not that everything is wrapped up neatly, but the questions raised - such as ‘Is Corinne really Sadie’s sister?’ and ‘How much contact does Amen really have with the mainland?’ - are ones that merit discussion and contemplation, not just random WTF inconsistencies.
Worthy of particular praise is the sexual angle. It would have been very easy for the islanders to have seen the openly gay Jonny as a demon. Let’s not forget, one of Britain’s own island communities, the Isle of Man, only legalised homosexuality in 1992. These are simple, God-fearing, Christian folk (we never see a church on the island but we must assume there is one) who believe that sex outside marriage is an evil sin and there is certainly no room in their world for filthy sodomites.
But that’s not the tack that Matthews and Harriott’s script takes. Corinne is shocked by profanity and snack foods more than by Jonny’s attitude and behaviour (which possibly she doesn’t even really recognise or understand). Another possibility would have been for this film to be one where the characters’ sexuality is entirely incidental to the plot, and while that is a laudable principle it’s also an easy way out. As is a simple gender switch, of the sort that says instead of topless chicks let’s have some shirtless beefcake and drool over that instead (what might be termed the DeCoteau technique).
But no, what is impressive is that the sex and sexuality of each of our three protagonists is intrinsic to the plot. Not so much directly but more in the way that the three relate to each other: characters are defined by relationships, as I believe I may have observed in the past.
There is Sadie’s relationship with Rick, plus a secret between her and Jonny, and of course the boys’ own dark passion. This is a three-sided triangle (rarer than you might think in cinema!) and each side, each angle changes over time as each individual discovers more about themself, their friends and the situation in which they all find themselves. The character development here is masterful. I’ve praised the girls already so let me add that Paisley and Keane are also superb in their respective roles.
While Unhappy Birthday sits proudly within the subsubgenre of the queer British horror film (cf. The Wolves of Kromer and, arguably, Vampire Diary) the horror itself arises not from the sex or the sexuality (or indeed, the sexiness) but from that more traditional penetration angst of the townie thrust into the rural world. Rick, Jonny and Sadie are out of their depth, unable to rationalise the Amen community. Should they mock? Should they pity? Should they be afraid? Or should they learn to embrace the simple life and free themselves from the shackles of modern city living?
In this respect, Unhappy Birthday is a fine example of a British Horror Revival film that manages to be current and contemporary while harking back to an older tradition of homegrown horror pictures. These are modern people with modern lives facing horrors outside their understanding.
Incredibly, the film was shot in just a single week (in early 2010), making use of Harriott’s sister’s guest-house when the location suddenly became available. The causeway is genuine - it’s the one at Lindisfarne - and time-lapse photography really brings home how quickly the land can become sea. At least, I hope it’s time-lapse!
Cinematographer Mark Hammond has previously worked on Top Gear and Bang Goes the Theory (and was one of at least four DPs on Martin Gooch’s absolutely-cannot-wait-to-see-it feature Death). Editor Tony Graynoth also has extensive television experience while composer Lin Sangster was a member of popular beat combos Kit, Send No Flowers and Bad Anorak 404 as well as scoring a FilmFour jingle and a Warburton’s bread ad! Between them, these three create an image and a soundtrack which totally belie the film’s undoubtedly paltry budget. There’s no credit for production designer but Kerry Platts (the scarf designer?) was art director.A gem waiting to be discovered, Unhappy Birthday is a marvelous little film that knows precisely what it wants to do and achieves it with real skill. Original where it needs to be, yet fully aware of its heritage, defiantly indie and all the better for it. When you start to wonder why you sit through all these movies of varying quality, along comes a picture like this which makes it all worthwhile.
And finally, what of the two main creative forces behind this film? Mike Matthews is also a telly man. He has been shooting stuff for the Beeb and Channel 4 for 13 years now, amassing over 100 hours of credits. Once you know that he has directed both Nigella and Gok Wan, what more need be said? On the other hand, much of Mark Harriott’s output is definitely not suitable for family viewing, certainly not something called Life in Bras for which he recently won a SHAFTA award! After art directing oddball Anglo-Austrian sci-fi thing Dandy Dust, Harriott became Amory Peart, pornographer, and ejaculated a succession of quite extraordinary indie films, both straight and queer, featuring everything from men with no hair (the skinhead sex of Straight Acting) to men with far too much (the hirsute cuddle-cushions of Lick Daddy Suck Bear). Some of his stuff is 'TV' work but definitely not in the sense that you might find it listed in Radio Times...
In 2008 Harriott/Peart even ventured into the fringes of the horror genre with Secret Diary of a She Male. Although you won’t find this listed in most Jack the Ripper reference works, it does feature a sequence in which the ghosts of the Ripper’s victims get together to discover and enjoy a mutual asset which, curiously, the Victorian police reports glossed over and failed to mention!
(And coming soon: hardcore sci-fi action with... The Bionic Milf!)
Following a limited theatrical run in Edinburgh and Greenwich, Unhappy Birthday was released on UK DVD by Peccadillo Pictures, the specialist gay label which also brought us Vampire Diary, Krabat and the Legend of the Satanic Mill and (premiering in Cardiff the same week I reviewed this) British bloodsucker feature Vampires: Brighter in Darkness.
MJS rating: A-
Review originally posted 6th October 2011 [Update: Peccadillo re-released the film in March 2017 as Amen Island - MJS]
Monday, 30 December 2013
Any Minute Now
Director: Peter Goddard
Writers: Peter Goddard, Darren Barber, Ruaidhri O’Mahony
Producer: Daniel Coffey
Cast: Mhairi Calvey, Ryan Spong, Zammo!
Country: UK
Year of release: 2013
Reviewed from: screener
Website: http://anyminutenowmovie.com
There is some irony that it has taken me several months to get round to watching a screener for a film called Any Minute Now, but things happen and stuff gets in the way. Anyway, here it is, the second feature from Peter Goddard, director of The Season of the Witch. And it turns out to be a spookily effective ghost story which is let down by some curious plot inconsistencies, although not so much as to render the film unenjoyable.
As with Season, a teenage girl comes to a new location and uncovers insular conspiracy among the locals. In this case it’s Anna (Mhairi Calvey, who was the young Catherine McCormack in Braveheart, aged five) who is dumped with her aunt and uncle for a couple of weeks because her parents are going through a rough patch and on the verge of separation. According to the blurb, she’s 16 which is pushing it a bit to be honest because Calvey was 22/23 when this was shot in Dorset in 2011. She settles into her new school where she initially befriends Abi Hartford (Alexandra Hansler aka Alexandra Kelly, who had a bit-part in Kill Keith and looks like a young Olivia Colman).
Now here’s our first problem. Anna is studying for her A-levels but you can’t just switch temporarily to a different sixth form in a different school in a different town midway through your A-levels, and certainly not just for a couple of weeks, just because your parents are having a barney. That’s not how the education system works. I couldn’t help wondering whether the part had originally been written younger, especially as there’s a rogue bit of dialogue where Anna’s aunt, walking her to school on her first day, talks about how much trouble they went to in getting her a school uniform. But Anna and her classmates, like most A-level students, don’t wear uniforms.
The childless aunt Jennifer (Philippa Tozer, who mostly does stage musicals) and uncle David (Darren Matthews, who played Peter Sutcliffe on the Discovery Channel) are exactly the wrong people to temporarily house a teenage relative, strict and disciplined. “We don’t normally eat away from the table,” says Jennifer, telling us pretty much all we need to know about these two.
At school, Anna also meets ditzy pink-haired gothette Lydia (Tallulah Webb) and floppy-haired nice-guy Josh (Ryan Spong). There’s some really good characterisation among these ‘teenagers’ with taciturn Anna unsure who to trust between Josh and Abi, whose families have history. Josh lives with his stepfather (Rob Talbot: Jack Says, Call Me a Psycho and a bunch of zombie/vampire shorts) who runs a shop that is described (in a note which Aunt Jennifer leaves for Anna) as “the convenience store in town” but which is clearly some sort of delicatessen.
There is also a problem with the ‘town’ itself which, according to Josh, is a shitty little town that has been depressed since the local steelworks closed down. For a post-industrial town it’s remarkably rural: all we ever see are 18th/19th century cottages (Jennifer and David live in a huge, thatched farmhouse) surrounded by fields and moors. Everyone keeps calling it a town - and it’s clearly big enough to have its own sixth form college - but every location we see looks like a village. There is a pebbly beach, but again the dialogue diverges from the location with Josh arranging to meet Anna “by the main steps” when this beach is backed by dunes and there are no steps to be seen. This sort of thing spoils the ship for a hap’orth of tar.
Anyway, Anna is narcoleptic and unsure if her new medication is working as she is having hallucinations - or is she? A small boy with bleeding facial wounds (Josh Toop, suitably unnerving in a role originally lined up for Rohan Gotobed) at the foot of her bed, a strange man underneath the tree in her aunt’s garden. She also sees the boy floating in the sea and dives in to save him but he disappears.
Clearly something is going on in this never-named town/village, which has to do with a little-talked-of, shameful historical situation that Josh knows about. I liked the way that this and another scene introduced, without explanation, a layer of unmentioned (but narratively relevant) snow to a story set during the summer. I wouldn’t be surprised if some people scoff at that as an extreme continuity error but it is clearly a deliberate decision by Goddard. And, crucially, it makes sense. Having just re-read my review of the awful, pretentious, over-hyped Kill List, a film where random spooky things happen for no narrative purpose whatsoever, it’s nice to watch a movie where a whole bunch of mysterious shit happens which all makes some kind of sense at the end. If Peter Goddard can manage this, why can’t Ben Wheatley?
Any Minute Now builds its spookiness and mystery effectively while also developing the teen romance between Josh and Anna. The back-story which Josh reveals is original and horrific, and the film’s satisfying climax achieves the tricky balance of being both gory and supernatural.
On a technical level the video photography is generally good (Goddard shares the DP credit with Tim Parsons) although some wobbly shots could have benefited from either a tripod or being handed to Steadicam operator John E Fry (The Harsh Light of Day, Jack the Last Victim). Producer Daniel Coffey handled the sound mix which suffers unfortunately from Calvey’s underplaying of her character. Everyone else is clear as a bell but Anna’s lines throughout the film are quiet and sometimes get lost in the mix. She’s a taciturn, introspective teen but she’s just a little too taciturn to hear a lot of the time.
Nevertheless, Calvey leads a fine cast which also includes Kevin Hallett (Kill Keith, The Scar Crow), Carl Wilkins (The Harsh Light of Day) and ‘name value’ Lee Macdonald - Zammo McGuire himself! - as the teens’ teacher. Macdonald is one of several cast members to have also appeared in Kevin Hallett’s short The Sharpest Knife. Not unexpectedly, many were also in Season of the Witch and/or Goddard’s various shorts.
Despite running for the best part of two hours, which would normally be a no-no, Any Minute Now kept me engrossed and by the end I was really digging the film. Goddard set out to make a distinctly British ghost story, tapping into that whole British Horror Revival thing by setting it very much in the domestic, realistic hear-and-now. The result, which premiered at the 2013 Festival of Fantastic Films alongside Season of the Witch, can be judged a success.
MJS rating: B
Writers: Peter Goddard, Darren Barber, Ruaidhri O’Mahony
Producer: Daniel Coffey
Cast: Mhairi Calvey, Ryan Spong, Zammo!
Country: UK
Year of release: 2013
Reviewed from: screener
Website: http://anyminutenowmovie.com
There is some irony that it has taken me several months to get round to watching a screener for a film called Any Minute Now, but things happen and stuff gets in the way. Anyway, here it is, the second feature from Peter Goddard, director of The Season of the Witch. And it turns out to be a spookily effective ghost story which is let down by some curious plot inconsistencies, although not so much as to render the film unenjoyable.
As with Season, a teenage girl comes to a new location and uncovers insular conspiracy among the locals. In this case it’s Anna (Mhairi Calvey, who was the young Catherine McCormack in Braveheart, aged five) who is dumped with her aunt and uncle for a couple of weeks because her parents are going through a rough patch and on the verge of separation. According to the blurb, she’s 16 which is pushing it a bit to be honest because Calvey was 22/23 when this was shot in Dorset in 2011. She settles into her new school where she initially befriends Abi Hartford (Alexandra Hansler aka Alexandra Kelly, who had a bit-part in Kill Keith and looks like a young Olivia Colman).
Now here’s our first problem. Anna is studying for her A-levels but you can’t just switch temporarily to a different sixth form in a different school in a different town midway through your A-levels, and certainly not just for a couple of weeks, just because your parents are having a barney. That’s not how the education system works. I couldn’t help wondering whether the part had originally been written younger, especially as there’s a rogue bit of dialogue where Anna’s aunt, walking her to school on her first day, talks about how much trouble they went to in getting her a school uniform. But Anna and her classmates, like most A-level students, don’t wear uniforms.
The childless aunt Jennifer (Philippa Tozer, who mostly does stage musicals) and uncle David (Darren Matthews, who played Peter Sutcliffe on the Discovery Channel) are exactly the wrong people to temporarily house a teenage relative, strict and disciplined. “We don’t normally eat away from the table,” says Jennifer, telling us pretty much all we need to know about these two.
At school, Anna also meets ditzy pink-haired gothette Lydia (Tallulah Webb) and floppy-haired nice-guy Josh (Ryan Spong). There’s some really good characterisation among these ‘teenagers’ with taciturn Anna unsure who to trust between Josh and Abi, whose families have history. Josh lives with his stepfather (Rob Talbot: Jack Says, Call Me a Psycho and a bunch of zombie/vampire shorts) who runs a shop that is described (in a note which Aunt Jennifer leaves for Anna) as “the convenience store in town” but which is clearly some sort of delicatessen.There is also a problem with the ‘town’ itself which, according to Josh, is a shitty little town that has been depressed since the local steelworks closed down. For a post-industrial town it’s remarkably rural: all we ever see are 18th/19th century cottages (Jennifer and David live in a huge, thatched farmhouse) surrounded by fields and moors. Everyone keeps calling it a town - and it’s clearly big enough to have its own sixth form college - but every location we see looks like a village. There is a pebbly beach, but again the dialogue diverges from the location with Josh arranging to meet Anna “by the main steps” when this beach is backed by dunes and there are no steps to be seen. This sort of thing spoils the ship for a hap’orth of tar.
Anyway, Anna is narcoleptic and unsure if her new medication is working as she is having hallucinations - or is she? A small boy with bleeding facial wounds (Josh Toop, suitably unnerving in a role originally lined up for Rohan Gotobed) at the foot of her bed, a strange man underneath the tree in her aunt’s garden. She also sees the boy floating in the sea and dives in to save him but he disappears.
Clearly something is going on in this never-named town/village, which has to do with a little-talked-of, shameful historical situation that Josh knows about. I liked the way that this and another scene introduced, without explanation, a layer of unmentioned (but narratively relevant) snow to a story set during the summer. I wouldn’t be surprised if some people scoff at that as an extreme continuity error but it is clearly a deliberate decision by Goddard. And, crucially, it makes sense. Having just re-read my review of the awful, pretentious, over-hyped Kill List, a film where random spooky things happen for no narrative purpose whatsoever, it’s nice to watch a movie where a whole bunch of mysterious shit happens which all makes some kind of sense at the end. If Peter Goddard can manage this, why can’t Ben Wheatley?Any Minute Now builds its spookiness and mystery effectively while also developing the teen romance between Josh and Anna. The back-story which Josh reveals is original and horrific, and the film’s satisfying climax achieves the tricky balance of being both gory and supernatural.
On a technical level the video photography is generally good (Goddard shares the DP credit with Tim Parsons) although some wobbly shots could have benefited from either a tripod or being handed to Steadicam operator John E Fry (The Harsh Light of Day, Jack the Last Victim). Producer Daniel Coffey handled the sound mix which suffers unfortunately from Calvey’s underplaying of her character. Everyone else is clear as a bell but Anna’s lines throughout the film are quiet and sometimes get lost in the mix. She’s a taciturn, introspective teen but she’s just a little too taciturn to hear a lot of the time.
Nevertheless, Calvey leads a fine cast which also includes Kevin Hallett (Kill Keith, The Scar Crow), Carl Wilkins (The Harsh Light of Day) and ‘name value’ Lee Macdonald - Zammo McGuire himself! - as the teens’ teacher. Macdonald is one of several cast members to have also appeared in Kevin Hallett’s short The Sharpest Knife. Not unexpectedly, many were also in Season of the Witch and/or Goddard’s various shorts.
Despite running for the best part of two hours, which would normally be a no-no, Any Minute Now kept me engrossed and by the end I was really digging the film. Goddard set out to make a distinctly British ghost story, tapping into that whole British Horror Revival thing by setting it very much in the domestic, realistic hear-and-now. The result, which premiered at the 2013 Festival of Fantastic Films alongside Season of the Witch, can be judged a success.
MJS rating: B
Sunday, 29 December 2013
Kill List
Director: Ben Wheatley
Writers: Ben Wheatley, Amy Jump
Producers: Claire Jones, Andrew Starke
Cast: Neil Maskell, MyAnna Buring, Michael Smiley
Country: UK
Year of release: 2011
Reviewed from: UK theatrical release
Website: www.kill-list.com
Some critics have suggested that the best way to approach Kill List is with as little foreknowledge as possible. This is absolutely not the case and frankly unfair to the film’s audience. There are some things which you really should know before taking the time to watch this film.
First, despite early indications, this is a horror movie. Not quite supernatural horror but more than just excessive violence. The third act involves some sort of Wicker Man-style pagan/wiccan cult, positioning Kill List on the very edge of fantasy, depending on whether or not their magick is real (that’s not made clear). This is important to know because the first act, which introduces us to ex-squaddie Jay (Neil Maskell: Doghouse, Tony), his Swedish wife Shel (MyAnna Buring: The Descent, Devil’s Playground), his son Sam (Harry Simpson - no relation) and his oppo Gal (Michael Smiley: Burke and Hare, Outpost), goes on far too long.
We see the outward normality of these people’s lives. We learn that Jay and Gal were together in the army, then worked for a private security firm, then became freelance hitmen. Jay hasn’t worked in eight months and his savings are drying up, further cracking his strained marriage. Gal has been offered a job and wants Jay in on it.
While the quality of the writing, the direction and the performances ensure that this first part of the film doesn’t drag, the fact remains that it’s not what we’ve paid to see and the same ideas and information could have been conveyed in half the time. This would bring forward the start of the second act when the film turns into a thriller and hence hasten the arrival of the third act that we’re all waiting for.
The other thing which you really should know in advance is that you will be sorely disappointed if you expect any sort of explanation or resolution - and this is the film’s biggest failing. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying that everything should be wrapped up with some pat explanation. I’m not even saying that all the questions raised should be answered. But at least some of them should be answered, otherwise what’s the point?
I’m all for films that leave unanswered questions. The Descent, for example, never explained what the crawlers were or whether they were even real. The ending of the film (in the British cut) was clearly in the main character’s head, but when did the narrative pass from reality to fantasy? Was it getting stuck in the narrow gap? Was it the accidental killing of a friend? My personal theory is that it was the car crash in the prologue and that everything after that is fantasy (an idea born out by the often overlooked scene of the hospital lights mysteriously switching off). The point is that the lack of a definite answer makes the debate all the more fascinating.
In a similar vein, Vampire Diary refuses to confirm or deny whether the central character is a real vampire or just a disturbed young woman with a taste for blood. There are plenty of other examples. In fact, there are legions of horror films which leave an audience wondering what happens next, especially those with a Carrie-style sting at the end.
But Kill List isn’t a film open to different interpretations, it’s a film which raises a whole bunch of unconnected questions and leaves them all hanging at the end - including what actually happens at the end. Without wanting to give away any spoilers, the climax of the movie is genuinely disturbing and shocking. For a brief moment I was in awe at the audacity of the film-makers, amazed at what they had revealed, but this was immediately muddied by confusion over character reactions which completely contradicted everything we had been told and shown so far - and then the whole thing just suddenly stopped. In an instant, ‘Wow!’ turned to ‘What?’. It is possibly the most disappointing, arbitrary cop-out of a non-ending since The Blair Witch Project.
However, while Blair Witch was 70-odd minutes of nothing happening to people we didn’t care about, so the crap ending came as something of a relief and the main disappointment was at the waste of an evening and the cost of two cinema tickets, with Kill List the opposite is true. This is a terrific film (or rather, this is 98% of a terrific film). Everything up to that ending is great because up to that ending we are impressed at the originality and the diverse range of weirdness happening on screen. We are impressed - as we would be with any finely wrought, complex, convoluted narrative - that a writer has crafted a tale which weaves all these ideas together and will make sense of them at the end.
But implicit in this adulation is the assumption that the writer will make sense of things at the end. And this, Ben Wheatley and his wife/co-writer Amy Jump singularly fail to do. Watching Kill List is like seeing all the theatrical preamble to a large-scale magic trick and then just as the magician raises his magic wand - the curtains close and the house lights come up. In other words, it’s a con, a swizz and a rip-off.
Here, we venture unavoidably into the realm of spoilers, so beware:
Gal’s new girlfriend Fiona (Emma Fryer) carves a symbol in a hidden spot in Jay’s house. Why? Along with several other later actions by Fiona, no explanation is offered except that she is part of the pagan cult/conspiracy.
We never find out who Jay and Gal’s employer is, nor why he wants these people dead. That’s not such a problem; it’s not the driving force of the film or the character’s motivations. These are two men doing a job - nothing more, nothing less. The second kill is of a man involved in some sort of violent underground pornography ring (possibly kiddie porn) although it is unclear whether the others on the ‘kill list’ are also involved or whether this is coincidental.
The first victim, a priest, accepts his fate and says ‘Thank you’ before being shot. Ooh, that’s mysterious. Will we ever find out why? No.
The second victim goes further, enthusiastically thanking Jay with every agonising crunch during a violent - but far from exploitative - prolonged torture scene. Some reviewers have been shocked by this but it doesn’t linger, it’s technically clever, it’s not gleeful in any way, and it is frankly a lot less disturbing than similar stuff shot for a fraction of the budget eight years ago for The Last Horror Movie. What is more significant is that this victim, when Gal is out of the room, praises Jay like some sort of celebrity. What is it about Jay? What is going on here? We will never find out.
A major problem with the plot is that very little attention is paid to the folder of documents and photographs which Gal takes from the victim’s safe (presumably to make the hit look like a botched burglary). This folder is all about Jay and Gal, it includes a whole dossier on something which happened in Kiev (frequently alluded to but never in sufficient detail for us to care about) and there are even photographs taken of the duo carrying out the hit on the priest a few days earlier.
This should have been a complete game-changer, a wake-up call that the two men are not just hired guns but somehow mixed up in a much bigger, more deadly and more personally relevant situation - but Gal doesn’t even show Jay the folder. He just mentions it in passing and they pretty much shrug and go, oh, that’s weird.
There are a couple of other situations which simply don’t ring true. On discovering that the next hit is an MP, Jay and Gal seem unconcerned. But a disappearing priest or a random bloke killed by a burglar are one thing, assassinating a Member of Parliament is quite another. Any investigation will be massive and much more likely to lead to their arrest - but they just accept it as Another Job.
The MP has a huge estate and it is here, bivouacked in woodland for the night, that our two leads are woken by a torchlight procession of 20-30 people, some naked, some in hooded smocks, some wearing wickerwork masks. This comes completely out of nowhere and although the downing of hoods identifies some minor characters we know, the significance or relevance or meaning of it all is glossed over. Incidentally, it’s never indicated whether any of the cult members is the MP in question.
And here comes the final problem with the story (non-ending aside). Jay and Gal start shooting the cult members. That’s two trained, professional killers, hidden among dark woodland in the middle of the night, armed with a shotgun and an automatic pistol, against a couple of dozen unarmed, brightly illuminated individuals. Yet not only can the cultists somehow see where the two hitmen are but the hitmen are unable to take out more than one or two cultists as the latter race unsteadily towards them across several hundred yards of rough terrain.
None of this is in any way believable or credible and none of it will be explained so don’t get your hopes up.
It’s worth for a moment considering the sine qua non of pagan-cult movies, The Wicker Man. One of the reasons for that film’s success is its careful structure. By the third act, Sgt. Howie (and hence the audience) has worked out what is going on. Then in that classic finale Howie (and hence the audience) discover that there is something even bigger going on. The Wicker Man actually answers more questions than it asks, because the actions of the characters are not only explained by Howie’s initial assumption but also by the reality. This is important: every single thing that anyone does or says in that film - however spooky, however random - can be seen, in retrospect to be part of the overall scheme to entrap Howie in accordance with the Summerisle beliefs.
The Wicker Man has a coherent narrative. And while not every film can be The Wicker Man, a coherent narrative is not too much to ask.
It’s worth also taking a look at the Kill List production notes. They won’t explain what is going on, but they offer some clue as to the problems with the film, which become more numerous and more significant the more one thinks about it (and that’s not good for a film which sets out to make its audience think abut it after seeing it!).
“Eight months after a disastrous job in Kiev left him physically and mentally scarred, ex-soldier turned contract killer, Jay, is pressured by his partner, Gal, and wife Shel, into taking a new assignment.”
Is there any indication in the actual film that Kiev left Jay “physically and mentally scarred”? No, there isn’t. As previously mentioned, it’s just referred to in passing a couple of times. Mental scarring? None that I could notice. He argues with his wife. Who doesn’t do that? Physical scarring? He has spurious lower back pain, that’s all.
“the [second] victim acknowledges Jay and thanks him for his fate. The shock and confusion are too much for Jay who viciously attacks the man.”
Nope, that doesn’t come across at all. Jay is already viciously attacking the man and everything indicates that his anger is based on the victim’s involvement in orchestrated child abuse. If Jay was shocked at being addressed directly and continually thanked, all he has to do is slit the guy’s throat and the bloke will shut up.
“As they descend into the dark and disturbing world of the contract, Jay begins to unravel once again – his fear and paranoia sending him deep into the heart of darkness.”
Again, this just doesn’t come across in the movie. Is this press officer hyperbole or was this the actual intention of the film-makers? Either way, it doesn’t match what is on screen. Jay certainly goes over the top but there is nothing to indicate this is anything other than a previously expressed utter hatred of kiddy-diddlers. There’s no sense of fear and paranoia, the very opposite in fact. Neither Jay nor Gal seem particularly bothered at what they are getting into, treating the job at all times like just another set of contract killings. If the above is what Wheatley and Jump were aiming for, they have missed their mark considerably. And even if they had nailed this aspect of the story, that would not in any way excuse the cop-out at the end, when it really looks like they just ran out of ideas.
Here’s a quote from a short interview with Wheatley in the press notes: “I’ve always loved horror films, but there seem to be so few that are actually scary. I wanted to make something that would make the audience afraid and unnerved. I sat down with Amy Jump and we thought about the things that scared us the most and then built the script around that. A lot of the sequences are built around re-occurring nightmares I’ve had since childhood. I thought that if these things scared me then - they would scare a larger audience.”
Therein, I suspect, lies the problem. Wheatley and Jump have prioritised scaring people over actually telling a good story. They have written the script as a ghost train ride: a succession of freaky, creepy events that has no actual continuous narrative thread and which stops arbitrarily when the car re-emerges into the fresh air. It’s possible to give a ride a narrative, as many of the bigger, better theme parks have found with their fancy-dancy 3D wotsits, but Kill List exhibits no more storytelling structure than you will find at Billy Bates’ funfair.
This is Wheatley’s second film after a thriller called Down Terrace. That received extensive critical praise but so has Kill List so I can’t see myself wasting an hour and a half of my life watching another of this director’s films. More interesting, and I think relevant, is that Wheatley was both director and writer on The Wrong Door.
Regular readers may have come across mention of this BBC3 sketch show before, in my review of Just for the Record. That film - inarguably the worst British movie released last year - was written by Phillip Barron, who was also a writer on The Wrong Door. Maskell, Buring and Smiley all have The Wrong Door on their CV, as do numerous other cast and crew. Ah, it starts to fit together...
The biggest problem with The Wrong Door, the thing which made it stand out as particularly shit and unfunny even by the dirt-scrapingly low standards of BBC3 sketch shows in general, was that it was clearly made by people with absolutely no understanding of comedy. The sketches were written to some sort of formula - incongruous character in normal situation or normal character in incongruous situation - and pumped out without any thought for whether they were actually amusing. It was production line ‘comedy’ made by people with no concept of what they were doing, like poor Chinese factory workers hand-painting unlicensed rip-offs of western TV characters. Just a mechanical process without thought or care.
And it is my conclusion that Ben Wheatley has here approached horror the same way that he, Barron and others approached comedy on BBC3. He has knocked together something that looks like a horror film - it has strange events and sinister characters and brief, brutal violence and a hint of the mystical or supernatural - and then he has given it a lick of paint and watched it sail off down the conveyor belt to be packed into a box and stacked on a pallette and lifted into a container and shipped across the ocean and unloaded onto a lorry and shelved in a warehouse and sold by a wholesaler and taken in a white van to a shop where everything costs one pound.
It looks like a horror film but it’s not a horror film. Because the purpose of a horror film is not to scare people. The purpose of a horror film is to tell a scary story. And a story has a beginning, a middle and an end. Wheatley has played a trick on people, making a stylish and compelling film which seems, for 98% of its running time, to be so good (and comes with such hype) that many viewers have developed a blind spot for the completely crap, run-out-of-ideas ending. It’s a common (and annoying) tendency among film/TV fans nowadays to praise poorly crafted stories and try to defend them by setting up straw men among critics and/or by creating extraordinarily convoluted explanations. Take a look at online discussion about most of the recent Doctor Who episodes and you’ll see what I mean.
I‘ve seen some ludicrous explanations for the shoddy plot of Kill List: Jay is the Antichrist; it’s all a dream; whatever... The truth is that it’s the Emperor’s new clothes. People just won’t believe - can’t believe - that the film doesn’t have a true and wonderful meaning.
Ah, the heck with it. That’s 3,000 words and I think I’ve made my point. Kill List is overhyped, over-rated and demonstrates that although the film’s writer-director may enjoy horror, he doesn’t understand it as a genre. The movie might work better if you lower your expectations. Don’t believe the hype.
The cast also includes Struan Rodger (who was the voice of the Face of Boe!) as the mysterious client, Esme Folley (The Horror of the Dolls) as a hotel receptionist, Sara Dee (Room 36, Zombie Office) as a newsreader, Alice Lowe (Liz Asher in Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace!), Ben Crompton (Going Postal, Doomwatch remake) and Twins of Evil’s Damien Thomas as a GP who is also in on the conspiracy (for some reason and in some way).
Cinematographer Laurie Rose does camera-work on The X Factor. Editor Robin Hill is the same Robin Hill who worked on Project Assassin (on which Wheatley helped out), Are You Scared and Pumpkinhead 4. Composer Jim Williams scored Philip Ridley’s Heartless and the remake of Minder.
One final point is to consider whether the film has any of the social relevance that characterises the best British Horror Revival titles? Well, yes and no. The characters’ lives, if not the characters, are solidly middle class and aspirational. Jay and Shel have a jacuzzi in the back garden and own a holiday cottage in the country. But we see nothing of their greater lives or their social situation. Where the film scores best is in its depiction of Jay and Gal’s bland existence in motels and travel lodges as they move around the country on their mission. But when, an hour in, the film-makers decide they’re bored with making a thriller and want to make a horror film instead, all that goes out the window.
MJS rating: C-
Writers: Ben Wheatley, Amy Jump
Producers: Claire Jones, Andrew Starke
Cast: Neil Maskell, MyAnna Buring, Michael Smiley
Country: UK
Year of release: 2011
Reviewed from: UK theatrical release
Website: www.kill-list.com
Some critics have suggested that the best way to approach Kill List is with as little foreknowledge as possible. This is absolutely not the case and frankly unfair to the film’s audience. There are some things which you really should know before taking the time to watch this film.
First, despite early indications, this is a horror movie. Not quite supernatural horror but more than just excessive violence. The third act involves some sort of Wicker Man-style pagan/wiccan cult, positioning Kill List on the very edge of fantasy, depending on whether or not their magick is real (that’s not made clear). This is important to know because the first act, which introduces us to ex-squaddie Jay (Neil Maskell: Doghouse, Tony), his Swedish wife Shel (MyAnna Buring: The Descent, Devil’s Playground), his son Sam (Harry Simpson - no relation) and his oppo Gal (Michael Smiley: Burke and Hare, Outpost), goes on far too long.
We see the outward normality of these people’s lives. We learn that Jay and Gal were together in the army, then worked for a private security firm, then became freelance hitmen. Jay hasn’t worked in eight months and his savings are drying up, further cracking his strained marriage. Gal has been offered a job and wants Jay in on it.
While the quality of the writing, the direction and the performances ensure that this first part of the film doesn’t drag, the fact remains that it’s not what we’ve paid to see and the same ideas and information could have been conveyed in half the time. This would bring forward the start of the second act when the film turns into a thriller and hence hasten the arrival of the third act that we’re all waiting for.
The other thing which you really should know in advance is that you will be sorely disappointed if you expect any sort of explanation or resolution - and this is the film’s biggest failing. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying that everything should be wrapped up with some pat explanation. I’m not even saying that all the questions raised should be answered. But at least some of them should be answered, otherwise what’s the point?
I’m all for films that leave unanswered questions. The Descent, for example, never explained what the crawlers were or whether they were even real. The ending of the film (in the British cut) was clearly in the main character’s head, but when did the narrative pass from reality to fantasy? Was it getting stuck in the narrow gap? Was it the accidental killing of a friend? My personal theory is that it was the car crash in the prologue and that everything after that is fantasy (an idea born out by the often overlooked scene of the hospital lights mysteriously switching off). The point is that the lack of a definite answer makes the debate all the more fascinating.In a similar vein, Vampire Diary refuses to confirm or deny whether the central character is a real vampire or just a disturbed young woman with a taste for blood. There are plenty of other examples. In fact, there are legions of horror films which leave an audience wondering what happens next, especially those with a Carrie-style sting at the end.
But Kill List isn’t a film open to different interpretations, it’s a film which raises a whole bunch of unconnected questions and leaves them all hanging at the end - including what actually happens at the end. Without wanting to give away any spoilers, the climax of the movie is genuinely disturbing and shocking. For a brief moment I was in awe at the audacity of the film-makers, amazed at what they had revealed, but this was immediately muddied by confusion over character reactions which completely contradicted everything we had been told and shown so far - and then the whole thing just suddenly stopped. In an instant, ‘Wow!’ turned to ‘What?’. It is possibly the most disappointing, arbitrary cop-out of a non-ending since The Blair Witch Project.
However, while Blair Witch was 70-odd minutes of nothing happening to people we didn’t care about, so the crap ending came as something of a relief and the main disappointment was at the waste of an evening and the cost of two cinema tickets, with Kill List the opposite is true. This is a terrific film (or rather, this is 98% of a terrific film). Everything up to that ending is great because up to that ending we are impressed at the originality and the diverse range of weirdness happening on screen. We are impressed - as we would be with any finely wrought, complex, convoluted narrative - that a writer has crafted a tale which weaves all these ideas together and will make sense of them at the end.
But implicit in this adulation is the assumption that the writer will make sense of things at the end. And this, Ben Wheatley and his wife/co-writer Amy Jump singularly fail to do. Watching Kill List is like seeing all the theatrical preamble to a large-scale magic trick and then just as the magician raises his magic wand - the curtains close and the house lights come up. In other words, it’s a con, a swizz and a rip-off.
Here, we venture unavoidably into the realm of spoilers, so beware:
Gal’s new girlfriend Fiona (Emma Fryer) carves a symbol in a hidden spot in Jay’s house. Why? Along with several other later actions by Fiona, no explanation is offered except that she is part of the pagan cult/conspiracy.
We never find out who Jay and Gal’s employer is, nor why he wants these people dead. That’s not such a problem; it’s not the driving force of the film or the character’s motivations. These are two men doing a job - nothing more, nothing less. The second kill is of a man involved in some sort of violent underground pornography ring (possibly kiddie porn) although it is unclear whether the others on the ‘kill list’ are also involved or whether this is coincidental.
The first victim, a priest, accepts his fate and says ‘Thank you’ before being shot. Ooh, that’s mysterious. Will we ever find out why? No.
The second victim goes further, enthusiastically thanking Jay with every agonising crunch during a violent - but far from exploitative - prolonged torture scene. Some reviewers have been shocked by this but it doesn’t linger, it’s technically clever, it’s not gleeful in any way, and it is frankly a lot less disturbing than similar stuff shot for a fraction of the budget eight years ago for The Last Horror Movie. What is more significant is that this victim, when Gal is out of the room, praises Jay like some sort of celebrity. What is it about Jay? What is going on here? We will never find out.
A major problem with the plot is that very little attention is paid to the folder of documents and photographs which Gal takes from the victim’s safe (presumably to make the hit look like a botched burglary). This folder is all about Jay and Gal, it includes a whole dossier on something which happened in Kiev (frequently alluded to but never in sufficient detail for us to care about) and there are even photographs taken of the duo carrying out the hit on the priest a few days earlier.
This should have been a complete game-changer, a wake-up call that the two men are not just hired guns but somehow mixed up in a much bigger, more deadly and more personally relevant situation - but Gal doesn’t even show Jay the folder. He just mentions it in passing and they pretty much shrug and go, oh, that’s weird.There are a couple of other situations which simply don’t ring true. On discovering that the next hit is an MP, Jay and Gal seem unconcerned. But a disappearing priest or a random bloke killed by a burglar are one thing, assassinating a Member of Parliament is quite another. Any investigation will be massive and much more likely to lead to their arrest - but they just accept it as Another Job.
The MP has a huge estate and it is here, bivouacked in woodland for the night, that our two leads are woken by a torchlight procession of 20-30 people, some naked, some in hooded smocks, some wearing wickerwork masks. This comes completely out of nowhere and although the downing of hoods identifies some minor characters we know, the significance or relevance or meaning of it all is glossed over. Incidentally, it’s never indicated whether any of the cult members is the MP in question.
And here comes the final problem with the story (non-ending aside). Jay and Gal start shooting the cult members. That’s two trained, professional killers, hidden among dark woodland in the middle of the night, armed with a shotgun and an automatic pistol, against a couple of dozen unarmed, brightly illuminated individuals. Yet not only can the cultists somehow see where the two hitmen are but the hitmen are unable to take out more than one or two cultists as the latter race unsteadily towards them across several hundred yards of rough terrain.
None of this is in any way believable or credible and none of it will be explained so don’t get your hopes up.
It’s worth for a moment considering the sine qua non of pagan-cult movies, The Wicker Man. One of the reasons for that film’s success is its careful structure. By the third act, Sgt. Howie (and hence the audience) has worked out what is going on. Then in that classic finale Howie (and hence the audience) discover that there is something even bigger going on. The Wicker Man actually answers more questions than it asks, because the actions of the characters are not only explained by Howie’s initial assumption but also by the reality. This is important: every single thing that anyone does or says in that film - however spooky, however random - can be seen, in retrospect to be part of the overall scheme to entrap Howie in accordance with the Summerisle beliefs.
The Wicker Man has a coherent narrative. And while not every film can be The Wicker Man, a coherent narrative is not too much to ask.It’s worth also taking a look at the Kill List production notes. They won’t explain what is going on, but they offer some clue as to the problems with the film, which become more numerous and more significant the more one thinks about it (and that’s not good for a film which sets out to make its audience think abut it after seeing it!).
“Eight months after a disastrous job in Kiev left him physically and mentally scarred, ex-soldier turned contract killer, Jay, is pressured by his partner, Gal, and wife Shel, into taking a new assignment.”
Is there any indication in the actual film that Kiev left Jay “physically and mentally scarred”? No, there isn’t. As previously mentioned, it’s just referred to in passing a couple of times. Mental scarring? None that I could notice. He argues with his wife. Who doesn’t do that? Physical scarring? He has spurious lower back pain, that’s all.
“the [second] victim acknowledges Jay and thanks him for his fate. The shock and confusion are too much for Jay who viciously attacks the man.”
Nope, that doesn’t come across at all. Jay is already viciously attacking the man and everything indicates that his anger is based on the victim’s involvement in orchestrated child abuse. If Jay was shocked at being addressed directly and continually thanked, all he has to do is slit the guy’s throat and the bloke will shut up.
“As they descend into the dark and disturbing world of the contract, Jay begins to unravel once again – his fear and paranoia sending him deep into the heart of darkness.”
Again, this just doesn’t come across in the movie. Is this press officer hyperbole or was this the actual intention of the film-makers? Either way, it doesn’t match what is on screen. Jay certainly goes over the top but there is nothing to indicate this is anything other than a previously expressed utter hatred of kiddy-diddlers. There’s no sense of fear and paranoia, the very opposite in fact. Neither Jay nor Gal seem particularly bothered at what they are getting into, treating the job at all times like just another set of contract killings. If the above is what Wheatley and Jump were aiming for, they have missed their mark considerably. And even if they had nailed this aspect of the story, that would not in any way excuse the cop-out at the end, when it really looks like they just ran out of ideas.Here’s a quote from a short interview with Wheatley in the press notes: “I’ve always loved horror films, but there seem to be so few that are actually scary. I wanted to make something that would make the audience afraid and unnerved. I sat down with Amy Jump and we thought about the things that scared us the most and then built the script around that. A lot of the sequences are built around re-occurring nightmares I’ve had since childhood. I thought that if these things scared me then - they would scare a larger audience.”
Therein, I suspect, lies the problem. Wheatley and Jump have prioritised scaring people over actually telling a good story. They have written the script as a ghost train ride: a succession of freaky, creepy events that has no actual continuous narrative thread and which stops arbitrarily when the car re-emerges into the fresh air. It’s possible to give a ride a narrative, as many of the bigger, better theme parks have found with their fancy-dancy 3D wotsits, but Kill List exhibits no more storytelling structure than you will find at Billy Bates’ funfair.
This is Wheatley’s second film after a thriller called Down Terrace. That received extensive critical praise but so has Kill List so I can’t see myself wasting an hour and a half of my life watching another of this director’s films. More interesting, and I think relevant, is that Wheatley was both director and writer on The Wrong Door.
Regular readers may have come across mention of this BBC3 sketch show before, in my review of Just for the Record. That film - inarguably the worst British movie released last year - was written by Phillip Barron, who was also a writer on The Wrong Door. Maskell, Buring and Smiley all have The Wrong Door on their CV, as do numerous other cast and crew. Ah, it starts to fit together...
The biggest problem with The Wrong Door, the thing which made it stand out as particularly shit and unfunny even by the dirt-scrapingly low standards of BBC3 sketch shows in general, was that it was clearly made by people with absolutely no understanding of comedy. The sketches were written to some sort of formula - incongruous character in normal situation or normal character in incongruous situation - and pumped out without any thought for whether they were actually amusing. It was production line ‘comedy’ made by people with no concept of what they were doing, like poor Chinese factory workers hand-painting unlicensed rip-offs of western TV characters. Just a mechanical process without thought or care.And it is my conclusion that Ben Wheatley has here approached horror the same way that he, Barron and others approached comedy on BBC3. He has knocked together something that looks like a horror film - it has strange events and sinister characters and brief, brutal violence and a hint of the mystical or supernatural - and then he has given it a lick of paint and watched it sail off down the conveyor belt to be packed into a box and stacked on a pallette and lifted into a container and shipped across the ocean and unloaded onto a lorry and shelved in a warehouse and sold by a wholesaler and taken in a white van to a shop where everything costs one pound.
It looks like a horror film but it’s not a horror film. Because the purpose of a horror film is not to scare people. The purpose of a horror film is to tell a scary story. And a story has a beginning, a middle and an end. Wheatley has played a trick on people, making a stylish and compelling film which seems, for 98% of its running time, to be so good (and comes with such hype) that many viewers have developed a blind spot for the completely crap, run-out-of-ideas ending. It’s a common (and annoying) tendency among film/TV fans nowadays to praise poorly crafted stories and try to defend them by setting up straw men among critics and/or by creating extraordinarily convoluted explanations. Take a look at online discussion about most of the recent Doctor Who episodes and you’ll see what I mean.
I‘ve seen some ludicrous explanations for the shoddy plot of Kill List: Jay is the Antichrist; it’s all a dream; whatever... The truth is that it’s the Emperor’s new clothes. People just won’t believe - can’t believe - that the film doesn’t have a true and wonderful meaning.
Ah, the heck with it. That’s 3,000 words and I think I’ve made my point. Kill List is overhyped, over-rated and demonstrates that although the film’s writer-director may enjoy horror, he doesn’t understand it as a genre. The movie might work better if you lower your expectations. Don’t believe the hype.
The cast also includes Struan Rodger (who was the voice of the Face of Boe!) as the mysterious client, Esme Folley (The Horror of the Dolls) as a hotel receptionist, Sara Dee (Room 36, Zombie Office) as a newsreader, Alice Lowe (Liz Asher in Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace!), Ben Crompton (Going Postal, Doomwatch remake) and Twins of Evil’s Damien Thomas as a GP who is also in on the conspiracy (for some reason and in some way).
Cinematographer Laurie Rose does camera-work on The X Factor. Editor Robin Hill is the same Robin Hill who worked on Project Assassin (on which Wheatley helped out), Are You Scared and Pumpkinhead 4. Composer Jim Williams scored Philip Ridley’s Heartless and the remake of Minder.One final point is to consider whether the film has any of the social relevance that characterises the best British Horror Revival titles? Well, yes and no. The characters’ lives, if not the characters, are solidly middle class and aspirational. Jay and Shel have a jacuzzi in the back garden and own a holiday cottage in the country. But we see nothing of their greater lives or their social situation. Where the film scores best is in its depiction of Jay and Gal’s bland existence in motels and travel lodges as they move around the country on their mission. But when, an hour in, the film-makers decide they’re bored with making a thriller and want to make a horror film instead, all that goes out the window.
MJS rating: C-
review originally posted 6th October 2011
Saturday, 12 January 2013
The Notebooks of Cornelius Crow
Director: Sean Martin
Writers: Sean Martin, Nicholas Mark Harding
Producer: Douglas Elford-Argent
Cast: Adam Napier, Christopher Dunne, Siri Ingul
Country: UK
Year of release: 2010
Reviewed from: online (IMDB)
The Notebooks of Cornelius Crow was produced in 2003, played festivals in 2004/05 - then disappeared. In 2012 I noticed that director Sean Martin had made it available online through IMDB (and also through Amazon.com, which may be a better quality version since you have to pay for that while the IMDB version - which I watched - is free). According to Google, the film actually went up on the Italian, French and German versions of IMDB in 2010 so I’m considering that as the release year until I hear otherwise.
Anyway, the film is out there now and you can watch it. Which you should do because it’s quite good and interesting and original - so it’s a real shame that it apparently never had a DVD release (although one was planned, and a short montage of clips from a commissioned Making Of exists online).
Thematically, Notebooks fits comfortably into the ‘hidden London’ subgenre alongside Hadi Hajaig’s Puritan, Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere and TV anthology Urban Gothic (although not London Voodoo, which is about Londoners and London society/community but not the actual built environment of the city itself). This is one of those films with maps of the city and the subtext that the whole thing has been built to a plan.
Sean Martin is something of an expert on this sort of historical oddness, having written books about Knights Templar, Gnostics and Alchemy (for Pocket Essentials, the same people I did my first Hitchhiker’s Guide book for). So in writing and directing Notebooks he knows of what he speaks. And he manages to shoehorn everything into about 80 minutes: Nicholas Hawksmoor, Egyptology, the Great Plague, the Great Fire of London, the Blitz and both Jacks: Spring-Heeled and The Ripper. Plus the difference between the Gregorian and Julian calendars is some sort of plot point.
Adam Napier (who was in the Doctor Who episode ‘The Impossible Astronaut’) is good in the lead role of Jack Cade, an amiable everyman who read Philosophy at Cambridge and now vacillates between his local pub (The Saracen’s Head - a name mentioned/shown enough times that it must be significant) and his flat where his landlord (Simon Roberts: Hollow) is forever chasing last month’s rent.
Cade (who shares his name with the leader of an unsuccessful 15th century rebellion) has an old mate from uni, Billy Dodd (Matt Raper) who knows secrets and passes onto him a battered old notebook before being killed. This precipitates a whole bunch of curious characters into Cade’s life, including Saffron Hill (Siri Ingul, subsequently cast in a Norwegian soap opera), a homeless friend of Billy’s; Peter L’Enfant (Steve Dineen), a yuppie from uni days, now working for some sort of occult property developers (plus his power-suited lady boss Kathleen Durer: Louise Dumayne) and Cornelius Crow himself (Christopher Dunne: Lighthouse, 28 Days Later, Mutant Chronicles), who can apparently not only travel through time but bring it with him. Olegar Fedoro, sedately sinister as Jack the Ripper, previously starred as Rasputin in a 2002 TV movie.
The Notebooks of Cornelius Crow is packed with enigmatic, unexplained stuff - but in a good way. What are we to make of scenes set in a previously unnoticed, wood-panelled ‘other bar’ at the Saracen’s Head where the comely serving wench brings over ale in pewter tankards - yet is clearly wearing denim jeans? How significant is it that a 21st century incarnation of Ripper victim Mary Kelly is played by the same actress as the pub’s regular barmaid (Lauren Bigby: Asylum Night)?
On top of all this, Martin throws in a gimmick of frequent sepia flash-montages of still photos, engravings or archive footage related to whatever is being discussed on screen (interspersed occasionally with flashbacks of earlier scenes). This could have been annoying but it is actually adroitly handled and really adds to the film’s distinctive feel. So kudos to editor Wendy Hankey aka Gwendolyn Garver (who subsequently married this film’s producer Douglas Elford-Argent).
The characters in this film are interesting and, within the fantasy milieu, believable - because they all have relationships to each other which define them. The plot, though complex, is intriguing and gripping. Solid acting across the cast (several of whom were in Sean Martin’s first feature Mystery Play and/or other Elford-Argent produced films) and nice camera-work by Scottish DP Ray Wadia (who is now a top photographer based in Florida) plus a decent score by Douglas Whyte (who is now a top West End musical director named Jennifer) all add up to a thoroughly enjoyable and intrinsically British movie.
An overlooked obscurity, The Notebooks of Cornelius Crow shows how clever, interesting, well-made films can slip through the cracks - but can still be tracked down by the diligent fan of new British horror.
MJS rating: B+
Review originally posted 12th December 2012
Writers: Sean Martin, Nicholas Mark Harding
Producer: Douglas Elford-Argent
Cast: Adam Napier, Christopher Dunne, Siri Ingul
Country: UK
Year of release: 2010
Reviewed from: online (IMDB)
The Notebooks of Cornelius Crow was produced in 2003, played festivals in 2004/05 - then disappeared. In 2012 I noticed that director Sean Martin had made it available online through IMDB (and also through Amazon.com, which may be a better quality version since you have to pay for that while the IMDB version - which I watched - is free). According to Google, the film actually went up on the Italian, French and German versions of IMDB in 2010 so I’m considering that as the release year until I hear otherwise.
Anyway, the film is out there now and you can watch it. Which you should do because it’s quite good and interesting and original - so it’s a real shame that it apparently never had a DVD release (although one was planned, and a short montage of clips from a commissioned Making Of exists online).
Thematically, Notebooks fits comfortably into the ‘hidden London’ subgenre alongside Hadi Hajaig’s Puritan, Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere and TV anthology Urban Gothic (although not London Voodoo, which is about Londoners and London society/community but not the actual built environment of the city itself). This is one of those films with maps of the city and the subtext that the whole thing has been built to a plan.
Sean Martin is something of an expert on this sort of historical oddness, having written books about Knights Templar, Gnostics and Alchemy (for Pocket Essentials, the same people I did my first Hitchhiker’s Guide book for). So in writing and directing Notebooks he knows of what he speaks. And he manages to shoehorn everything into about 80 minutes: Nicholas Hawksmoor, Egyptology, the Great Plague, the Great Fire of London, the Blitz and both Jacks: Spring-Heeled and The Ripper. Plus the difference between the Gregorian and Julian calendars is some sort of plot point.
Adam Napier (who was in the Doctor Who episode ‘The Impossible Astronaut’) is good in the lead role of Jack Cade, an amiable everyman who read Philosophy at Cambridge and now vacillates between his local pub (The Saracen’s Head - a name mentioned/shown enough times that it must be significant) and his flat where his landlord (Simon Roberts: Hollow) is forever chasing last month’s rent.Cade (who shares his name with the leader of an unsuccessful 15th century rebellion) has an old mate from uni, Billy Dodd (Matt Raper) who knows secrets and passes onto him a battered old notebook before being killed. This precipitates a whole bunch of curious characters into Cade’s life, including Saffron Hill (Siri Ingul, subsequently cast in a Norwegian soap opera), a homeless friend of Billy’s; Peter L’Enfant (Steve Dineen), a yuppie from uni days, now working for some sort of occult property developers (plus his power-suited lady boss Kathleen Durer: Louise Dumayne) and Cornelius Crow himself (Christopher Dunne: Lighthouse, 28 Days Later, Mutant Chronicles), who can apparently not only travel through time but bring it with him. Olegar Fedoro, sedately sinister as Jack the Ripper, previously starred as Rasputin in a 2002 TV movie.
The Notebooks of Cornelius Crow is packed with enigmatic, unexplained stuff - but in a good way. What are we to make of scenes set in a previously unnoticed, wood-panelled ‘other bar’ at the Saracen’s Head where the comely serving wench brings over ale in pewter tankards - yet is clearly wearing denim jeans? How significant is it that a 21st century incarnation of Ripper victim Mary Kelly is played by the same actress as the pub’s regular barmaid (Lauren Bigby: Asylum Night)?
On top of all this, Martin throws in a gimmick of frequent sepia flash-montages of still photos, engravings or archive footage related to whatever is being discussed on screen (interspersed occasionally with flashbacks of earlier scenes). This could have been annoying but it is actually adroitly handled and really adds to the film’s distinctive feel. So kudos to editor Wendy Hankey aka Gwendolyn Garver (who subsequently married this film’s producer Douglas Elford-Argent).The characters in this film are interesting and, within the fantasy milieu, believable - because they all have relationships to each other which define them. The plot, though complex, is intriguing and gripping. Solid acting across the cast (several of whom were in Sean Martin’s first feature Mystery Play and/or other Elford-Argent produced films) and nice camera-work by Scottish DP Ray Wadia (who is now a top photographer based in Florida) plus a decent score by Douglas Whyte (who is now a top West End musical director named Jennifer) all add up to a thoroughly enjoyable and intrinsically British movie.
An overlooked obscurity, The Notebooks of Cornelius Crow shows how clever, interesting, well-made films can slip through the cracks - but can still be tracked down by the diligent fan of new British horror.
MJS rating: B+
Review originally posted 12th December 2012
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