"If we coexist, we shall dominate you. That is inevitable. Eventually you will try to eliminate us. We are all creatures of the life force. Now it has set us at one another to see who will survive."
Sep 20, 2019
BIOLOGICAL OBLIGATION
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 18, 2019
VAMPIRES (1998)
John Carpenter grew up watching westerns.
One of his very
first short films, The Resurrection of
Billy Bronco, was inspired by them. And although known as a horror
director, he’s really been making westerns since the very beginning: Assault on Precinct 13, They Live, Escape
from New York/L.A., Ghosts of Mars and there are even more. But when it
comes to the weary and embattled few taking on many in the dusty, sandy
landscapes of the Midwest, complemented by the appropriate
acoustic-guitar-driven musical score, it’s Vampires
that claims the top spot as the
western Carpenter always wanted to make. Sure, the enemy might be
sunlight-avoiding bloodsuckers, but they spring up from everywhere – from
behind buildings, or elevator shafts – and it’s up to Woods’ Malcolm Crow and
his desperadoes to mow them down with a glorious collection of weaponry. The
only thing scarier than facing your certain death in the OK Corral at sundown
is being out there in the New Mexico desert at
all once the sun begins to set, allowing the legion of vampires beneath the
sandy surface to rise, looking for necks to suck on.
Vampires is a
hell of a lot of fun – the type of fun of which only Carpenter is capable – the
type of fun that is completely without pretension, and which only wants to
entertain, emboldened by that “to hell with mainstream audiences” mentality
that Carpenter has been rocking since The
Fog. It’s never spoken of fondly among cinephiles, but for the ardent
Carpenter fan, it’s generally regarded as the last great feature from the
filmmaker. It opened # 1 at the box office its debut weekend and enjoyed a
laudable collection of favorable reviews – again, and sadly, it may be the last
time of Carpenter’s career. To follow would be the box-office and critical bomb
Ghosts of Mars, followed by the
little-seen The Ward, and then
endless speculation of just what projects
Carpenter might tackle next, should the necessary funding come together (which
seems more and more like a red herring as time goes on).
Carpenter films contain a certain energy and swagger that’s
not commonly seen in other films of the genre. There’s something about the way
he crafts the story and develops the lead that feels different – that establish their own identity. His siege-like
tales always center around that one strong lead fighting back against
adversity; heroes either anti or reluctant leading a small squad of people
against the threat coming down hard upon them; heroes taking on the
establishment with little hope for success.
Malcolm Crow is among them, and he is brought to boisterous,
cigar-chomping, scenery-chewing life by James Woods, not only enjoying a rare
lead performance, but enjoying one in which he gets to play the hero. And man is he shooting for the
rafters. Woods’ performance exudes a kind of energy rarely seen in a genre
project within the confines of a major studio release. (Watching him stake vampires
while screaming, “Motherfucker, die! Die!” over and over is the stuff of
dreams.) This wasn’t just a relatively unknown Kurt Russell taking on Snake
Plissken, free of the constraints of having achieved mainstream success and
straddling that line between risk-taking and reputation-maintaining. This was
James Woods, a twice Oscar-nominated actor (the second nomination having been
the year prior for Ghosts of Mississippi);
who had, in the few years leading up to Vampires‘ release, worked with Martin
Scorsese, Oliver Stone, and Robert Zemeckis; who, in the following year, would
work with Clint Eastwood. Not to belabor the point, but this was an actor who
had a lot to lose, creatively, by taking on a project of such potential
embarrassment. But he threw caution to the wind, likely so he could let back
his proverbial hair and just have fun.
And man, that’s what Vampires
is. It’s fun.
As for the supporting
cast, Daniel Baldwin (the most underrated Baldwin, for serious) as Montoya
doesn’t get enough credit for his abilities as an actor. His contributions to
the film are to offer a believable and somewhat restrained counterpart to
Crow’s eccentric and bigger-than-life persona. That he begins to slowly fall
for Katrina (Sheryl Lee), a prostitute bitten by the film’s main baddie, only
adds to his likability. He’s written as the loyal and dependable partner – the
ideal person to have in your corner when you’re up against it – and you
completely buy the rapport he shares with his fellow vamp-killer.
Thomas Ian
Griffith also does a fine job retreading very old and established ground with
his take on Valek, likely the fifth hundred vampire to hit the screen since the
film medium began. With one foot each in the sexual-being and the
monstrous-killer camps, his Valek is an interesting addition to the vampire
sub-genre, which, by now, is in desperate need of rejuvenation following too
many years of so many pretty bloodsucking boys. (Also look for brief appearances
by Mark Boone Junior of Sons of Anarchy
and Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa, a.k.a. Shang Tsung of Mortal Kombat.)
To suggest that Vampires
is within throwing distance of Carpenter’s top films wouldn’t be accurate, but
it’s deserving of so much more respect than it receives – not just from the
genre community, but audiences in general. Allegedly, Carpenter, at this point
in his career, had become burned out by the filmmaking process; however, it
would be his experience making Vampires
that would cause him to reassess his feelings and decided to stick with it.
Only when Ghosts of Mars came along
three years later would the director lapse into a half-retirement/hiatus for
nine years before returning to feature filmmaking with The Ward.
Spoiler. |
With each passing day, as Carpenter prefers to focus on
graphic novels, video games, and his beloved Lakers, it seems more and more to
be the case that he could very well be done with the film business for good.
While it would be terrible for The Ward
to serve as his swan song, perhaps it would offer the opportunity for the ’90s
portion of his career – one not nearly as celebrated as his two previous
decades – to enjoy the same kind of rightful adoration. Second only to In the Mouth of Madness in terms of
’90s era-Carpenter, Vampires is
deserving of that kind of adoration.
If, for whatever reason, you may have dismissed Vampires after a one-time viewing, or perhaps none at all, it's time for you to consider a reevaluation. A manic performance from James Woods, a healthy dose of violence and blood-covered grue, and a full-on embracing of western aesthetics makes Vampires an underrated addition to Carpenter’s filmography and one of the more unique contributions to the vampire genre.
Sep 17, 2019
DO YOU READ SUTTER CANE?
SUTTER CANE TAKES US HOME TO HOBB’S END FOR THE FINAL CONFRONTATION. THIS TIME NO ONE GETS OUT OF HERE ALIVE AND THAT INCLUDES YOU!
Excerpt: And then, suddenly, he felt a greater terror than that which any of the Forms could give – a terror from which he could not flee, because it was connected with himself. In a chaos of scenes, whose infinite multiplicity and monstrous diversity brought him close to the brink of madness, were a limitless confusion of beings which he knew were himself. Forms both human and non-human.
Excerpt: And then, suddenly, he felt a greater terror than that which any of the Forms could give – a terror from which he could not flee, because it was connected with himself. In a chaos of scenes, whose infinite multiplicity and monstrous diversity brought him close to the brink of madness, were a limitless confusion of beings which he knew were himself. Forms both human and non-human.
He reeled in the clutch of supreme horror. He was no longer a being distinguished from other beings. He had reached the nameless summit of agony and dread…
The picturesque town hadn’t changed much since the turn-of-the-century. Even the people seemed out of time. There’s something about being in a small, rural community which Carl found both refreshing, and at the same time, a little unnerving. But there was something about this place which was making him feel more unnerved than anything else. Helen said it was withdrawal, not enough neon and police sirens. Maybe she was right, maybe Carl was just wound a little too tight. But Carl’s gut said otherwise, and it was never wrong. He had made a fortune relying on his instinct, and now it was telling him that here was something very wrong with this place. Helen called it nervous stomach, a symptom of post-retirement withdrawal. But Carl wasn’t nervous, he was scared. There was something in Hobb’s End which was making him sick. Maybe this was one of those quaint little towns which was being used as a dump site for toxic waste. That could explain the bleeding ulcer which was devouring Carl from the inside out. But the truth was far more terrifying than industrial pollutants. Carl knew the truth, always had, it was ingrained deep within his psyche. Psychologists called it social conscience, Carl called it his gut, and it was as much a part of his genetic makeup as the gene which had given him his white forelock. Unfortunately, Carl had also inherited the gene for male patterned baldness and lost his distinctive white forelock, along with the rest of his hair, several years ago. But he hadn’t lost the knowledge. He couldn’t. It was a part of him, and every other member of his species. It was what they had been created for.
IF THIS BOOK DOESN'T SCARE YOU TO DEATH...
YOU’RE ALREADY DEAD.
The sleepy colonial town of Hobb’s End was right out of a Norman Rockwell painting.
It seemed like the perfect retirement community for Carl and Helen Pickman, who had always dreamed of running a cozy little bed and breakfast inn.
But there is something which is making Carl sick to his stomach… something which is changing his wife.
IT KNOWS NO FEARS.
IT HAS NO WEAKNESS.
IT LIVES TO KILL.
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON’T GO DOWNSTAIRS
After losing both her job, and her boyfriend, Lauren Mitchell is confronted with her worst fear – she must move back in with her parents. But her nightmare is just beginning. For things have changed back home. Her parents have a new border living in their basement, and he’s not very friendly. In fact, he’s not even human. But that doesn’t stop the ghastly creature from wanting Lauren for it’s mate. It has chosen her to bear it’s parasitic offspring - a hideous new brood of creatures – a vicious new breed of evil. Lauren isn’t giving up without one hell of a fight. But even then, she may wind up dead… if she’s lucky.
IF THIS BOOK DOESN'T SCARE YOU TO DEATH...
YOU’RE ALREADY DEAD.
The sleepy colonial town of Hobb’s End was right out of a Norman Rockwell painting.
It seemed like the perfect retirement community for Carl and Helen Pickman, who had always dreamed of running a cozy little bed and breakfast inn.
But there is something which is making Carl sick to his stomach… something which is changing his wife.
IT KNOWS NO FEARS.
IT HAS NO WEAKNESS.
IT LIVES TO KILL.
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON’T GO DOWNSTAIRS
After losing both her job, and her boyfriend, Lauren Mitchell is confronted with her worst fear – she must move back in with her parents. But her nightmare is just beginning. For things have changed back home. Her parents have a new border living in their basement, and he’s not very friendly. In fact, he’s not even human. But that doesn’t stop the ghastly creature from wanting Lauren for it’s mate. It has chosen her to bear it’s parasitic offspring - a hideous new brood of creatures – a vicious new breed of evil. Lauren isn’t giving up without one hell of a fight. But even then, she may wind up dead… if she’s lucky.
THE REIGNING KING OF HORROR IS ABOUT TO TAKE YOU TO HELL… HANG ON FOR YOUR LIFE!
Tourist guides say that it was part of the underground railroad – a secret route to freedom for Southern slaves. But there are those who know otherwise. Many families fled into the tunnel in a desperate flight to liberty, but very few ever came back out.
Jesse Washington’s grandfather was one of the few who survived. He told stories of a cavernous labyrinth which led to the very bowels of the earth… And of something living deep within the darkness, more terrifying than death itself; something which fed upon his entire family. But Jesse never paid much attention to the old man’s stories. The tunnel had been closed up long ago for safety reasons, and no one had ventured inside for years. But it was sealed not to keep people out, but to keep something in. And that something has gotten lonely over the years… lonely and hungry. And now it’s coming to the surface to hunt… and to feed. Now Jesse believes, but now it may already be too late…
SIX-YEAR-OLD JOSH TANNER LIKED HIS DOG SCOUT. BUT THE LITTLE BEAGLE DIDN’T TASTE NEARLY AS GOOD AS MARY WALKER’S CAT… YOU MAY NEVER WANT TO BABYSIT AGAIN
Summer has finally come, and for the first time since the divorce, Jack Sullivan is getting custody of his two children, Max and Amanda, for an entire month. But soon after the arrival, Jack notices a sudden and dramatic change come over his children. The games they play grow increasingly dangerous. And their behavior becomes more violent and cruel with each passing day. But it’s not just Max and Amanda. Every kid in town is changing, becoming more and more vicious. In desperation the town’s people gather to decide upon a plan. But the children have already chosen their fate. It’s time to get rid of the adults once and for all, by any means possible. Jack and the rest of the adults soon find themselves being hunted down by sadistic hordes of their very own children. And what the children have in store for them is even more horrifying than the most frightening childhood nightmare.
Summer has finally come, and for the first time since the divorce, Jack Sullivan is getting custody of his two children, Max and Amanda, for an entire month. But soon after the arrival, Jack notices a sudden and dramatic change come over his children. The games they play grow increasingly dangerous. And their behavior becomes more violent and cruel with each passing day. But it’s not just Max and Amanda. Every kid in town is changing, becoming more and more vicious. In desperation the town’s people gather to decide upon a plan. But the children have already chosen their fate. It’s time to get rid of the adults once and for all, by any means possible. Jack and the rest of the adults soon find themselves being hunted down by sadistic hordes of their very own children. And what the children have in store for them is even more horrifying than the most frightening childhood nightmare.
THE WEATHER BUREAU IS CALLING IT, ‘THE MOST VISCIOUS STORM OF THE CENTURY.’ THEY DON’T KNOW HOW RIGHT THEY ARE
Plague and Pestilence, War and Famine… Throughout history, mankind has been ravaged with horrific tragedy. And on each and every occasion it was there, gorging itself on humanity’s pain and suffering. Since the dawn of civilization, it has haunted the shadows of human existence, infecting agony and death upon all it embraces. It has been more than a hundred years since the darkness fell upon the new world. But the hour of evil is upon us once again. There is a vicious storm brewing, bringing winds of torment and a rain of terror. And with it comes the haunter, a parasitic monster who feeds on man’s most primal emotions; seeking ecstasy in the torturous throes of human misery. No man, woman or child is safe from its wickedness. And only the strongest will survive… The question is, survive as what?
SUTTER CANE WELCOMES YOU TO THE PLACE WHERE NIGHTMARES ARE BORN AND DEATH COMES IN A WHISPER
The rugged wilderness is a haven for hikers and nature lovers who enjoy it’s natural beauty and unspoiled majesty. And as autumn sets in, the forests come alive with their beautiful palettes of fall colors. But there’s something else which comes alive as the sun goes down, and the woods become a nocturnal playground for the creatures of the night.
Cody Youngblood’s people also believed the Wanago could come into the land of the living if enough people shared the infectious nightmares. Cody, however, has spent his entire life trying to distance himself from his native roots. But as his nightmares, and those of his friends, start taking shape in the real world; he soon finds himself forced to embrace the Shamanistic teachings of his ancestors. To save himself and the ones he loves he must believe in the Indian magic he denounced as a young man. And even that may not be enough to save them from the savage terror which whispers in the dark.
Cody Youngblood’s people also believed the Wanago could come into the land of the living if enough people shared the infectious nightmares. Cody, however, has spent his entire life trying to distance himself from his native roots. But as his nightmares, and those of his friends, start taking shape in the real world; he soon finds himself forced to embrace the Shamanistic teachings of his ancestors. To save himself and the ones he loves he must believe in the Indian magic he denounced as a young man. And even that may not be enough to save them from the savage terror which whispers in the dark.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 15, 2019
MEMOIRS OF AN INVISIBLE MAN (1992)
Memoirs of an Invisible Man is probably the least discussed film of John Carpenter’s career outside of his first feature credit, Dark Star. There are a handful of reasons for this, which may be due to its so-so reputation, but it’s likely because it just doesn’t feel like a Carpenter film. Stepping in after original director Ivan Reitman (Ghostbusters) left the production over disagreements with Chevy Chase about its tone, Memoirs of an Invisible Man remains the only film Carpenter made for Warner Bros. That may sound like random boring trivia, but considering his terrible experience with the production, which he’s talked about freely over the years, it serves as a reminder as to why he avoided working with major studios whenever feasible — and they don’t get more major than Warner Bros.
A byproduct of Carpenter becoming a senior citizen has been his adorable irascibility and his total loss of a social filter. He publicly called Rob Zombie a “piece of shit” for the shock-rocker’s fudging of reality regarding how Carpenter allegedly responded to Zombie’s intent to remake Halloween. (The two later mended fences.) In addition, his candid misery on the set of The Fog remake (on which he served as producer) became legendary around the horror community for how salty one human being could be for being paid handsomely to sit in a corner. In keeping with all this, he’s made it pretty clear over the years that there’s one actor, above all others, he absolutely hated working with, and though you’ll never find any written confirmation of this, it was most assuredly Chevy Chase.
If you’ve read up on the comedian and actor, followed his behavior on the set of Community, or tangled with the gigantic tome Live From New York: The Complete, Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live as Told by Its Stars, Writers, and Guests, then you know he’s an extremely difficult personality to wrangle. Carpenter, not naming names, once said during an interview on the set of Escape from L.A. that an actor he’d just finished working with could “burn in hell for all eternity.” (I once pointedly asked Carpenter which actor this was, and if that same actor happened to share the name of a city in Maryland, and I received “no comment” as a response. However, he later disclosed during an interview that Chase “still sends [him] a Christmas card every year.”)
All that tabloid fodder aside, Memoirs of an Invisible Man, as a film, is very very…okay. Perhaps the most jarring thing about it is its somewhat confused tone. Though marketed as a comedy/romance, and in spite of its moments of levity (all, naturally, deriving from Chase’s invisible antics), the tone is fairly straight and even a bit dark. Memoirs of an Invisible Man just might be the only comedy/drama/thriller/romance/film noir in existence. (Chase’s character recording a pseudo-memoir of the events of his life over the last few days is a clear callback to Double Indemnity.) Chase and love interest Daryl Hannah show close to zero chemistry, but Michael McKean is typically great, if underused, and Sam Neill (yay!) as a shadowy government official in steady pursuit of Chase’s invisi-dude offers the best character – he’s certainly one of the main reasons to watch.
Memoirs of an Invisible Man has unfairly garnered a shitty reputation over the years – as a title that’s easy to dismiss and a very minor footnote in an otherwise celebrated artist’s career. I can somewhat understand why: as someone who considers Carpenter his all-time favorite filmmaker, Memoirs of an Invisible Man doesn’t feel like a Carpenter flick at all, and as any cinephile will tell you, one of the joys of watching films is to zero in on a filmmaker or writer’s style that speaks to you and to revel in that style for every one of his or her creations. (That the director’s name doesn’t precede the title, as it has otherwise ever since 1976’s Assault on Precinct 13, seems to suggest that Carpenter feels the same.) It very much embodies the kind of too-many-cooks, compromised, and flavorless productions that studios pump out dozens of times per year. Carpenter doesn’t script, ghost-script, or score, and his usual cadre of cast and crew aren’t on board. There’s a new director of photography, a new composer, a new editor…and no Peter Jason.
Memoirs of an Invisible is the definition of disposable entertainment. It’s not offensive enough to be terrible, but if you’re someone like me who’d sooner watch a lesser Carpenter film that at least feels like a Carpenter film, then you may wonder when you’d ever get the urge to watch it at all. Funnily enough, while the title Memoirs of an Invisible is obviously about Chase’s character, it’s more appropriate for Carpenter’s ultimate influence on the film: as you’re watching, you know he’s there in the room with you, but you can’t see him at all.
Sep 14, 2019
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