Archive for February, 2011

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DAGON

“Dagon” is mostly based on another of Lovecraft’s short stories, being about 65% “The Shadow Over Innsmouth.” The remainder is 5% “Dagon” and 30% miscellaneous ideas (mostly mutant fish person incest).

Review Snippet:
Personally, I’d have taken one look at the locals and decided they were either inbreds, fish mutants, or both (inbred fish mutants). In addition to being spooky in the conversation department, the people of Imboca have pale, clammy-looking skin, bizarre webbing between their fingers, and they never blink. Weirdo freakos, man. Them not blinking is a rather nice touch, even if it looks like the effect was accomplished by the actors wearing uncomfortable contact inserts. The villagers also tend to wander around with rusty knives and farming implements. The only place I have ever been that is scarier than Imboca is West Virginia.

Ah, West Virginia, where the people outnumber the teeth.

Lesson Learned:
Fish got nards.

Pardon my smirking sneer…

Well, somebody has to post the lamest article of the roundtable–and ‘somebody’ is usually me, so I might as well embrace it. It’s a poor workman who blames his tools, but crimminy, I can only hope I end up with something a bit meatier next time than Full Moon’s epically mediocre Lurking Fear. It’s not doing Lovecraft any favors either, believe me.

Be careful what you pray for (and to whom)

 

DIE, MONSTER, DIE! (1965)

In which Howard Phillips Lovecraft receives full screen credit for the very first time…and really wishes he hadn’t.

Stephen Reinhart, an American, travels to Arkham, England, at the invitation of his girlfriend’s mother. He arrives to finds Susan’s family in the grip of a strange force, which has blighted the surrounding countryside and brought illness and death to the Witley household.

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Could this force be:

(a) Radiation?
(b) Unspeakable evil from beyond?
(c) The family chickens coming home to roost?
(d) All of the above?

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YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE:  Unfortunately, due to some organisational issues, the screeners for The Whisperer In The Darkness have not reached the relevant parties in time for this Roundtable. However, when they do arrive, the film will be reviewed, and you will be notified here as usual. So, as they say, please watch this space.

Joan Chen and Rutger Hauer mistreat some dog skulls

SALUTE OF THE JUGGER/BLOOD OF HEROES

When Salute of the Jugger was being made I read and interview in the local press with Hauer, where he said that he didn’t have a home. He was a nomad and moved from one film upon completion to the next. He would set up a temporary base in whatever city his work would take him to. Then again, suggesting that he was a nomad, on the set of a film in which he plays a nomad, may have been just a timely bit of copy or a soundbite for the media. This may (or may not) explain some of the poor film and career choices he has made. Maybe if he had a home, he could take time off and sit back and ‘carefully’ read the scripts that were coming his way, and decide if these were really the roles for him.

Hey, Lyz? It's Thursday.

Here’s a blast from the past that still holds up.  RAWR!!!

Dragonslayer (1981)

Gives Me Chills: The Contest!

A great idea was posted in the last “Gives Me Chills” post’s comments: Why not have a PhotoShop contest, with readers and participants giving their new, improved covers for the movies mocked in the series?

To the Batcave!

Here are the rules, then.  Pick a previous entry on “Gives Me Chills” (I’ve just added a new category for them, so just click here) and design a new cover, using either elements of the existing cover or new images of your own gathering.  (Since this isn’t for commercial use, I’m not going to require you to use public domain or Creative Commons-licensed images, but if your design is overwhelmingly based on someone else’s image, you ought to credit it.  Don’t you think?)

You MAY NOT change the title.  Sorry.  Other text is fair game, though.

Contest will end March 10th.  Entries will be judged by the combined Cabal in closed conclave; criteria will not only be improvement over the existing cover, effectiveness in still portraying the same movie in the best light, and general design.  Prize will be… I dunno.  I’ve got stuff.  I’ll find something.

Send all entries to chillscontest@gmail.com. Contest will end March 10th.

Let all of your Worth1000-wannabe buddies know!

Gives Me Chills, Pt. XI.

This installment of “Gives Me Chills” (and no, I never knew that this would be a continuing series when I started) is kind of special.  I know that the movie in question has been floating around for at least two or three years, looking for distribution.  You can kinda tell, too; the subject matter is something that was all over the news several crises ago, and then was dropped by the ADHD-afflicted mainstream media when a new apocalyptically-overkilled potential catastrophe overtook and almost-but-didn’t-quite killed us all.

Anyway.  I saw this bandied about on industry messageboards for a couple of years, always a laughingstock, and always with some lame key art.  I had hoped that, if ever it got a for-real distributor, they’d find some way to market it better.

They didn’t.

August! You come out from behind that Howard this minute, too!

Yeah, my roundtable contribution this time around is, shall we say, a marginal example.

 

Cabiria (1914), in which you never can tell which aspect of a movie is going to give rise to a major pop-culture phenomenon…

Evilution (2007), in which we see that when zombies are involved, good old-fashioned overkill might occasionally be better than the more nuanced approaches favored by modern militaries…

100 Monsters (1968), in which a singularly peculiar attempt at gentrification faces a singularly peculiar form of neighborhood activism…

The Shuttered Room (1967), in which David Greene and D. B. Ledrov appropriately treat their “collaboration” with August Derleth about the same way that Derleth treated his “collaborations” with H. P. Lovecraft…

and…

Transatlantic Tunnel (1935), in which some people apparently can’t tell when a job is more than difficult enough already.
 
 
 

Howard! You come out from behind that Edgar this minute!

 

THE HAUNTED PALACE (1963)

In which the first ever adaptation of an H.P. Lovecraft story goes out into the cinematic world disguised as something else: faux-Poe.

In the village of Arkham, Joseph Curwen, suspected of trying bring the Elder Gods back into this universe by mating them with human females, is dragged out of his house and burned to death by an enraged mob. He dies cursing the village and all those who have had a hand in his death.

One hundred and ten years later, Curwen’s great-great-grandson, Charles Dexter Ward, arrives with his wife, Ann, to look over the Arkham property he has just inherited. In rapid succession, he ignores (1) a frightened coachman, (2) hostile townspeople, and (3) a mutated girl.

I think it’s fair to say he deserves what he gets…

Zut Alors!

VIDOCQ

One leaves Vidocq with the impression that Pitof would be right at home directing a Hollywood summer blockbuster; he prefers visuals to dialogue, loves to slap on the CGI and edits like a caffeinated hummingbird. Unfortunately, everything went horribly, horribly wrong. Whether or not Catwoman ended the guy’s career — as many predicted — at least he’ll have one halfway decent film under his belt. Which is one more than McG, anyway.

DR. MORDRID

So why aren’t you familiar with the Dr. Strange movie that Full Moon made? Because, er, they never made it. By the time the project was ready to go into production, the option on the character had lapsed. But that wasn’t going to stop Band, who by now had a perfectly good screenpla… a screenplay, and after the liberal application of Wite-Out (other correction fluids are available), Dr. Strange became Dr. Anton Mordrid, Master of the Unknown. In the starring role was Full Moon regular and B-movie fan favourite Jeffrey Combs.