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Lynch/Oz. Doc of the Dead. The People vs. George Lucas. 78/52.

Director and writer Alexandre O. Philippe has made so many good movies about movies and this — which explains the influence of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre — is just as good, if not better. Patton Oswalt, Takashi Miike, Alexandra Heller-Nicholas, Stephen King and Karyn Kusama all speak to what makes the film special to them, why it’s stuck in their heads and inspired their own work.

Many reviews of this film seem to make light of the fact that Chainsaw isn’t a critical darling. What do you expect of a movie with the tagline, “Who will survive and what will be left of them?” For me, it’s the reason I found my way into marketing, as the idea of those words sparked something in me that I couldn’t forget. That’s been my goal my whole career: to write words that talked others into things in the same way. The economy of that sentence, the images and ideas that it plays before your mind’s eye…it’s perfect.

A file stolen by organized crime, a movie that mainly played grindhouses and drive-ins for almost a decade, a film more frightening and bloody in the descriptions people had of it than what they really watched. A film made in the sun, in the heat of Texas, a movie where no one made money — other than that mob mentioned — for a decade or more. A film that maybe Tobe Hooper couldn’t live up to because he kind of made a Citizen Kane first time out.

Other reviews call out that Roger Ebert only gave Chainsaw two stars, or that people looked down on it and still do. Good. It’s the kind of movie that shouldn’t be safe. It’s a bastard: a grimy descent into the worst man can be, yet Leatherface basically just wants to work and be with his family. His evil isn’t evil; maybe the Sawyer family isn’t horrible, despite what they do. We just don’t understand their ways and should never try to be part of the strange, dark hallways of the world in which they live.

What do I know? I’ve seen Chainsaw so many times. I dressed as Leatherface for every haunted house my high school art club put on. I was fascinated by this documentary, which, instead of mixing up the talking heads, just gives you long conversations with each of them. This is like a good talk about a film you love with people who share your passion. What else did you expect?

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Based on the manga by Hiromasa Okujima and anime series by Itsuro Kawasaki, this is the tale of 450-year-old vampire Ranmaru (Ryo Yoshizawa).

He works at the family-run Koi Bathhouse, where he nearly died ten years ago while in the sun, being saved by the son of the owner, Rihito (Rihito Itagaki). Despite a long history of being a vampire lord, Ranmaru has been keeping the place clean as a janitor. But the truth is, he’s waiting for Rihito to grow up so he can feast on him, except that now his big meal is about to lose his virginity — which would ruin the taste — to his girlfriend Aoi.

Directed by Shinji Hamasaki, this was fun. Sure, I’ve never read the manga or seen the anime, so I bet if I had and were I obsessed with those things, I’d have something to quibble with. But this felt like a live-action cartoon and entertained me every step of the way.

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The seventh installment in the V/H/S franchise, this has a framing device with director Jay Cheel receiving an anonymous email with footage of actual aliens, similar to the Canadian urban legend of Farrington House.

“Stork” is directed by Jordan Downey, who wrote it with Kevin Stewart. Based on artwork by Oleg Vdovenko, it has a police group known as W.A.R.D.E.N. fighting an alien creature that looks like a stork and eats brains and then baby birds them into infants’ mouths.

“Dream Girl”, directed by Virat Pal — and co-written with Evan Dickson, has two paparazzi tring to get photos of superstar Tara, a Bollywood actress who ends up being an android who can take faces and body parts and wants to “rule as a commoner.”

“Live and Let Dive” by Justin Martinez, who wrote it with Ben Turner, is pretty harrowing, as aliens interrupt skydiving, turning a birthday celebration into a violent first-person shooter. I loved this part, as it feels absolutely insane and never lets up.

“Fur Babies” by Christian and Justin Long feels like the kind of shock ending made by people who only watch the HBO Tales from the Crypt and never read the comic book or saw the Amicus films. A bunch of animal activists literally go to the dogs when a taxidermy expert transforms them into human puppy hybrids. Oh, Justin Long, you can’t stop loving getting turned into animals, can you?

“Stowaway” is directed by Kate Siegel and written by Mike Flanagan. It tells the story of a woman who stows away on an alien ship and finds herself on a trip across the galaxy, where she is healed by nanites that enter her body.

Every franchise eventually goes to space. At least this one — for the most part — does a great job of it.

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Guo Jing may have wandered the martial world honing his skills, but he has learned to appreciate the time he spends with his lover, Huang Rong. However, his tranquility goes away when he learns that Huang Rong’s father is the man who has killed his masters. Yet he has gone to anger too quickly, as it was all a misunderstanding and now, he may have lost her love forever. He must also come to terms with the man who raised him, Genghis Khan, and choose between family loyalty and justice.

Based on chapters 34 through 40 of Jin Yong’s legendary martial arts novel The Legend of the Condor Heroes and directed by the legendary Tsui Hark, this brings back the feeling of large-scale Shaw Brothers wuxia films. Hark has already made two other adaptations of the book, Swordsman and Swordsman II.

I loved the end of this film, where Guo Jing pushes through thousands of soldiers to have an audience with Genghis Khan and speaks to him of heroism and the responsibility of protecting one’s own people.

Currently the highest-grossing wuxia movie in Chinese cinema, this has a perfect use of its leads, Xiao Zhan and Tony Leung Ka-fai (Big Tony, not Tony Leung Chiu-wai, who is Little Tony).

Director and writer JT Mollner — working with producer and cinematographer Giovanni Ribisi, who shot this in 35mm — has created a twisty tale that is “one day in the twisted love life of a serial killer” yet also one that unfolds in the narrative technique that Tarantino used in Pulp Fiction. Read that as time doesn’t matter and expectations are continually dashed.

Told in six out of order chapters and an epilogue, this is the cat and mouse survival battle between The Demon (Kyle Gallner) and The Lady (Willa Fitzgerald), as well as the people pulled into their storyline, often at the cost of their lives, such as Genevieve (Barbara Hershey) and Frederick (Ed Begley Jr.).

An opening text explains that — just like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre — that we’re about to see a real story. Except just like that film, this sets us up for a true crime experience that isn’t. There’s even Jason Patric’s voice narrating a true crime story later in the film. The truth in every frame of this movie, every single moment in fact, is subjective and ever-changing.

It even knows when to slow down, as the leads discuss a sexual encounter before it happens. The Lady says, “Do you have any idea the kind of risks a woman like me takes every time she decides to have a little bit of fun?” She declares that women love casual sex just as much as men. The difference is, they don’t die more often when they have it.

While I’d love to tell you more, I want you to go into this as cold as I did. Just let me tell you, it combines giallo style lighting, as well as the forms embrace of kink and ambiguous motivations. Some may be put off by the fact that it narratively takes such wild jumps, almost feeling like a totally different film from moment to moment. Yet that’s the joy of this, a movie that is going to win over audiences if they give it just 15 minutes.

It’s as close to perfect cinema as I’ve seen this year with Fitzgerald making the kind of star turn that young actresses often only dream about.

This is a hard movie to review. Possession is one of my favorite movies of all time, a movie that I described by writing “They should attack you. They should change your consciousness. They should take your psyche like a rock tumbler and slam you against the walls over and over until you emerge better.”

It seems like director Razka Robby Ertanto and writers Lele Laila and Andrzej Zulawski have set up an impossible task to remake this movie. Yet Indonesian and world cinema often takes films that have existed before — America does the same — and puts their own spin on the film. Sometimes, it works. Often, it doesn’t.

The title “Official Indonesian Remake” was interesting, because I remember the days that things could just be ripped off and no one knew. But now the internet exists.

The other person who has a huge mountain to climb is Carissa Perusset, who plays Ratna, the Anna (or Helen, right?) of this movie is always going to be compared to Isabelle Adjani, the only actress I know to win Best Actress at Cannes for a movie that ended up on the Video Nasties list. She shares the burden with Sara Fajira, who plays Mita, the actress who gets to re-enact Adjani’s spectacular subway freakout moment. Ah, who knew 2024 would be the year that more than one more would cover Possession? Unlike The First Omen, this one had to have that scene or we’d be upset, like when a band doesn’t play its biggest hit.

If you’re looking for that strange octopus creature that wormed its way between Adjani’s thighs, well, it’s been replaced by a pocong, a ghost that looks like a person wrapped in a funeral cloth. In Islamic funerals, dead bodies must be covered in white fabric tied over the head, under the feet and on the neck, as well as being firmly tied at multiple junctures to maintain its position during the journey to the grave. Upon placement into the grave, it is believed that the knots must be undone or the corpse will animate and haunt friends and family as a pocong.

Faris (Darius Sinathrya) is a soldier who has just returned home. Instead of his wife Ratna reacting with joy, she demands a divorce. She’s been acting strange for some time, a fact that his son Budi (Sultan Hamonangan) can see when he isn’t speaking in the third person, directly to the audience or screaming that both of his parents are demons. Faris has an easy answer, thinking she’s cheating with the movie director she scripts for, Wahyu (Nugie). Or at least that’s what Mita thinks. Then again, she’s always wanted Faris.

This movie is, well, horny. Where the original had sex — cold and horror-filled sex — this is clad in deep reds and mixes giallo-esque danger and furtive alleyway couplings mixed with stab wounds and bodies sailing downward onto cars. By the end of the film, Perusset’s moans have nearly become the soundtrack. Everyone is so overloaded with lust that even the exorcist, Toni (Arswendy Bening Swara) is more interested in making love to the tied up Ratna than saving her.

Żuławski made Possession instead of killing himself after his divorce. I wonder what these filmmakers had in mind, as the original seems to be so effusive that it’s hard to say who is to blame. Here, it’s definitely every man who appears on screen except for Budi, who literally pulls the curtain back at the end, telling us that he’s too young to watch this movie.

The only downer is that this descends into jump scares and possession scenes at the end, forgetting that while the title of the movie does reference that element of the supernatural, it’s truly about the emotional gulf that happens when love goes away.

I don’t regret the time I spent watching this, but it won’t replace the film I already own.

In his BBC documentary series A History of Horror, Mark Gatiss referred to this film, along with Witchfinder General and The Wicker Man, as the prime example of a short-lived subgenre he called folk horror.

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It’s directed by Piers Haggard, who also was behind The Quatermass Conclusion, The Fiendish Plot of Dr. Fu Manchu and Venom. He’s also the great-great-nephew of H. Rider Haggard, the creator of Allan Quartermain.

Robert Wynne-Simmons was hired to write the story, which was inspired by the modern-day Manson Family and Mary Bell child murders.

In the early 18th century, Ralph Gower (Barry Andrews, Dracula Has Risen from His Grave) uncovers a one-eyed skill covered with fur while plowing his fields. He asks the judge (Patrick Wymark, Dr. Syn, Alias the Scarecrow) to look at it, but it’s gone missing, and his fears are ridiculous.

Peter Edmonton brings his fiancee, Rosalind Barton (Tamara Ustinov, Blood from the Mummy’s Tomb), to meet his aunt, Mistress Banham. Banham disapproves of the coupling and demands that Rosalind sleep in an attic room. After screaming throughout the night, she soon gets ill, and the judge commits her. As she’s led away, Peter discovers she has a claw instead of a hand.

Claws show up all over this — hidden in fields to be found by children and attacking Peter inside the cursed room, causing him to sever his hand. The judge leaves behind the town for London but promises to return. He places Squire Middleton (James Hayter, The 39 Steps) in charge.

One of the children who found the claw, Mark, is lured out by his classmates and killed in a ritual game by the leader of a new cult, Angel Blake (Linda Hayden, Madhouse, Queen Kong). She even tries to seduce Fallowfield (Anthony Ainley, the Master from Dr. Who) and tells him that Mark had the devil inside him, which needed to be cut out. Her group also has a Black Mass inside a ruined church where they attack Mark’s sister Cathy (Wendy Padbury, companion Zoe on Dr. Who). They ritualistically assault and murder her before tearing the fur from her skin.

Of course, it’s not long before all hell quite literally breaks loose, with insane children raising Satan himself from the Great Beyond and Ralph growing fur on his leg, marking him for death. This movie is…well, there’s nothing else quite like it. I can see why it had a limited audience for years; it’s so dark and unforgiving.

“It never made much money,” said Haggard. “It wasn’t a hit. From the very beginning, it had a minority appeal. A few people absolutely loved it, but the audiences didn’t turn out for it.”

While Satan’s Skin was the original title, you must give it to American International Pictures’ Samuel Z. Arkoff, who created the film’s title.

I watched this film as part of The Bucheon International Fantastic Film Festival (BIFAN), along with The Wicker Man and the Folk Horror: Lands of Cruelty, Beliefs of Terror program. It includes films like Valerie and Her Week of Wonders, Eyes of Fire, Kill List, the 2019 French version of La Llorona, Woodlands Dark and Days Bewitched, Bldg. N, In My Mother’s Skin and To Fire You Come at Last. You can learn more at their official site.

It took me literally five watches to get through Evil Dead Rise. In my past hater days, I would have just said something like, “Well, I already saw Demons 2,” but that’s not very productive. Films deserve to be seen, and my mindset did not jibe with what I was watching.

Maybe I’ve finally reached a point where the fifth Evil Dead movie isn’t all that exciting.

The thought filled my heart with dread. What would 16-year-old me, the one who watched Evil Dead 2 every single day, that a few years later would be one of two people in the theater for Army of Darkness, think?

Maybe I don’t want to grow up. It’s just too confusing.

Lee Cronin, who directed and wrote this movie, also made The Hole In the Ground. His Evil Dead movie came to be after a period of great excitement with the reimagining. Fede Álvarez was making a sequel to that movie, Sam and Ivan Raimi were making Evil Dead 4 or Army of Darkness 2 and after all that, the seventh film would bring together Ash Williams and Mia Allen. Then the TV series came along, and when that was canceled by the fourth season, any talk of new movies ended. Until we got this.

And I wasn’t too excited.

But then it kicked off with some teens at the lake, some possessions and a levitating girl decapitating a boy while an incredible title card rose from the bloody water.

Alright, I was in.

Guitar tech Beth (Lily Sullivan) has learned that she’s pregnant and she needs to be near her family, which would be her tattoo artist single mother sister Ellie (Alyssa Sutherland) and her kids Danny (Morgan Davies), Bridget (Gabrielle Echols) and Kassie (Nell Fisher). They live in the Monde Apartments, a nearly condemned building in Los Angeles that was rocked by an earthquake that brought a book and three records to the land of the unpossessed. Of course, Danny is a DJ and throws those records on the turntable — Bruce Campbell voiceover cameo alert — and they reveal that a priest was able to bring the Deadites to our world with the Naturom Demonto.

He gets blood all over the book, which we all know isn’t good, as the aftershocks and power outages continue to assault their home. Ellie is soon possessed and tries to kill everyone, but before she dies, she makes Beth promise to protect her children. And then she’s back from the dead and doing anything but.

What follows is a blood-spraying, gore-filled battle between the Deadite-possessed humans — most of the family becomes an intertwined creature — and the survivors, Beth and Kassie. Is there a shotgun? Is there a chainsaw? And is there a woodchipper, too?

Yet this has the same issue every reimagining has. It has the blood, the book, all those elements, but it forgets the anarchy. What’s missing is the weird mix of goofiness and kids in the woods making something with no archetype or rules. We know what will happen every moment, as if it is predestined, with nothing shocking outside of the things engineered to be as such. Much like how the streaming Hellraiser forgot the sex and the streaming Texas Chainsaw Massacre forgot to be frightening, this has a menu of everything that would be on the model kit of an Evil Dead movie, but it’s missing the intangible. There’s no feeling of getting behind the protagonists. Sure, a cheese grater gets used as a weapon, but this film should have the DNA of a film series that spent forty minutes with a man’s own hand punching himself in the face. It should do something that makes us feel something. The absence of this anarchy is a disappointment that’s hard to ignore.

There’s some to like, but I want to love. I want to revel in the lunacy of what this film could be instead of forcing myself to be satisfied with what it is. This had 1,720 gallons of blood but not as many ounces of magic as I wanted it to have. Honestly, they could have skipped the records and book, which would have been another possession film.

But would anyone have gone to the theater—yes, this even got out of streaming and into the big time—to see that?

I watched this film as part of The Bucheon International Fantastic Film Festival (BIFAN). You can learn more at their official site.