Lone Wolf and Cub Double Feature: Sword of Vengeance/Baby Cart at the River Styx (1972)

Lone Wolf and Cub: Sword of Vengeance

Very late in the second film of the Lone Wolf and Cub series, in the middle of a desolate desert, one of the deadliest hired assassins in the world has his throat cut by the former Shogunate Executioner, Itto Ogami (Tomisaburo Wakayama), in a climactic duel. Rather than the usual geyser of blood to which we’ve become accustomed, the skin simply parts at the diagonal wound. Then a cloud of scarlet like blowing sand wafts against the blue sky, and wind whistles low into the soundtrack. The camera pans to the right, and we see that the red mist is billowing from the doomed man’s neck. “The cut wails like a cold winter wind,” he says. “They call it mogari-bue, ‘the whistle of a fallen tiger.’ I’ve always wished to kill someone, just once, and create such a fine cut as to sing this tune. Now I’m hearing it from my own neck.” This is the world of Lone Wolf and Cub: violent and subdued, sometimes in turn, sometimes all at once, achieving a pulp poetry. The series was based on the long-running manga from Kazuo Koike, brought to the screen from producer Shintaro Katsu (Zatoichi the Blind Swordsman himself), and starring Katsu’s pudgy-cheeked older brother, Wakayama. The “cub” of the title is the infant son of Wakayama’s samurai-on-the-run, Itto Ogami, a Suio-ryo master swordsman. In flashbacks in the first film in the series, Lone Wolf and Cub: Sword of Vengeance (1972), we learn that Ogami’s wife and servants were slaughtered by the rival Yagyu clan, with Ogami framed for the crime in the eyes of the shogun. Rather than commit suicide via seppuku, Ogami flees with his tiny son Daigoro (Akihiro Tomikawa), escaping an army of the Yagyu warriors through a loophole: he wears a robe with the sacred Hollyhock Crest, which the Yagyu cannot honorably slice to shreds. Ogami then walks the demon road of meifumado, lowering himself to become a hired assassin. Because he always pushes his baby cart, with Daigoro stowed inside, he becomes known as “Lone Wolf and Cub.” He also learns to hide his weapons inside the baby cart, and even teach Daigoro a lethal trick or two.

In "Lone Wolf and Cub: Sword of Vengeance," Itto Ogami (Tomisaburo Wakayama) pushes his baby cart down a road of bloody death.

In “Lone Wolf and Cub: Sword of Vengeance,” Itto Ogami (Tomisaburo Wakayama) pushes his baby cart down a road of bloody death.

Sword of Vengeance quickly establishes the series’ motif of child endangerment with a ruthless sequence in which Ogami, acting as the Shogunate Executioner, steps in to execute a lord for political purposes; it just so happens that the lord is a very small child. Ogami fulfills his duty without a flicker of doubt on his grim features, because he is loyal to the Tokugawa shogun. Later, when his loyalty has proven worthless due to the machinations of the Yagyu clan led by Retsudo Yagyu (Yunosuke Ito), he asks his infant son Daigoro to choose whether he will follow his father (on the demon’s road) or his mother (into death), placing before the child a ball and a samurai sword. If the unknowing boy crawls toward the ball, Ogami will kill him. Instead, Daigoro crawls toward the blade. Ogami begins to weep: it would have been better for Daigoro, he is certain, if he’d chosen to be reunited with his mother. Ogami’s past is revealed in phases throughout the first half of Sword of Vengeance, and in an eerie touch, most of the soundtrack has been sliced away, leaving only the spare dialogue and the occasional clashing of swords. The roaring waters of the canal where Ogami fights his wife’s killers, for example, are completely silent. When we return to the present, in a downbeat Rashomon-style downpour, the soundtrack floods with the noise, and we subconsciously realize we have been returned to the present. Director Kenji Misumi (The Tale of Zatoichi) uses every trick in the playbook, making this manga as cinematic as possible. A sex scene is abstracted into overlapping layers of sensual images of caressed flesh. A prolonged flashback is triggered by children playing with a ball in a street, and when the flashback reaches its climax in a suspenseful Western-style showdown in a grassy field (borrowed, NES fans, for a cut scene in the first Ninja Gaiden), the key player in that showdown – a sun blazing into the eyes of the swordsmen – melts into the bouncing ball and the crude sing-song of the children in the present day. Much of the film is seen through the eyes of a child, the “Cub.” After a particularly brutal climax, Misumi lyrically cuts between images of monkeys playing in the street to Daigoro’s delighted face, and then to the cart and the blood-stained Ogami pushing it onward. The violence is extreme and stylized, with limbs dropping to the ground and geysers of red dye rocketing out of sockets and neck stumps. But Misumi finds ways to stage the carnage which are still revelatory. In the climax, as Ogami slashes at a crowd of armed thugs and rapists, one man is cornered into an alley, and is pushed half out of the frame before we happen to notice his head come tumbling loose in the opposite direction. By avoiding centering the image or making a showcase of it, the impact is somehow greater. Misumi is completely in charge of the mayhem.

At one point in "Lone Wolf and Cub: Baby Cart at the River Styx," the assassin and his son Daigoro (Akihiro Tomikawa) find themselves trapped in the hold of a burning ship.

At one point in “Lone Wolf and Cub: Baby Cart at the River Styx,” the assassin and his son Daigoro (Akihiro Tomikawa) find themselves trapped in the hold of a burning ship.

The second installment, Lone Wolf and Cub: Baby Cart at the River Styx (1972), released just a few months after the first, doubles down on the action and adds an epic scope (while keeping within an efficient B-movie running time of 81 minutes). Lone Wolf and Cub are still being hunted, this time by an assortment of ninja and an order of female assassins, the Akashi-Yagyu sword-mistresses, with the fierce Sayaka (Kayo Matsuo) in charge. While they plot – and Sayaka demonstrates the abilities of her women by chopping a ninja warrior into pieces like the black knight scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail – Ogami is hired to kill a spy who is stealing a clan’s wealthy secret of producing indigo dye. The spy, unfortunately, is being escorted to Edo over land and sea by three notorious killers, the Hidari Brothers (Minoru Oki, Shin Kishida, and Shogen Nitta), each identified by the weapon he wields: a piercing claw, iron fists, and a club. Kazuo Koike’s pulp story provides returning director Misumi the opportunity to go full Sergio Leone, albeit in the sword-fighting chanbara mode. The climax of this film takes place in the desert, and there’s a majesty as well as a dose of Leone cool as the Hidari Brothers march up a dune to face the silhouette of Ogami. The imagery in the desert scenes is also reminiscent of El Topo, not just with the crucial role played by the warrior’s son, but also in the tendency toward surrealism: the Hidari Brothers are able to detect ninja hidden beneath the dunes, and stab downward, as blood slowly oozes through the grains of sand. There’s a healthy dose of surrealism, too, in earlier scenes, notably when the sword-mistresses, disguised as women bringing radishes back from the field, fling those radishes at Lone Wolf and Cub, and we see them getting stuck in the cart (there are knives hidden inside them). After he slays them, he continues to push the cart forward, one radish still jutting from the front. And when Ogami proves his talents to the men who hire him, he hurls his sword, tearing through one wall and planting into a second wall, before blood spurts down the blade, and an invisible weight drags the sword down to the ground: a hiding assassin, ferreted out by Ogami’s almost supernatural instincts.

The Hidari Brothers prepare to face Itto Ogami.

The Hidari Brothers prepare to face Itto Ogami.

The appeal of the Lone Wolf and Cub films is not just the surface pleasures, which, believe me, are multitude: the lush imagery, the breathtaking scenes of slaughter, the black comedy and the outré, grindhouse-ready strokes of pulpy imagination. At the center is the story of a widower father and his small son. Always moving, always looking for income or food (in the first film, Daigoro suckles from the first breast that’s offered, even though it’s from a madwoman who mistakes him for her child), Lone Wolf and Cub offer a unique familial twist on the samurai fable. As the ultimate warrior father, Wakayama is a deadpan wonder, expressing himself solely through a movement in his eyes or a slow reach for the handle of his sword. He’s inscrutable. In the first film, he unexpectedly agrees to the proposal of bandits to have sex with a woman under their lustful gaze, but it’s only to save her own life. In Baby Cart at the River Styx, Misumi lets the audience believe for an excruciatingly long minute that Ogami might actually rape the female killer who’s been stalking him, until it’s revealed that he’s only stripping her down so the three of them – two killers and a small boy – can huddle together to stop from freezing to death. Wakayama’s less-is-more performance, in the samurai film mold, is ideally suited for screenwriter/manga author Koike’s visual sense of storytelling, where long silences and the measured distance between Ogami’s hand and his sword – or, more handily, his baby cart – become all you need to know. All six Lone Wolf and Cub films are now available on Blu-Ray from the Criterion Collection.

Lone Wolf and Cub

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The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976)

The Man Who Fell to Earth

Nicolas Roeg’s The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976) is more than a film. For psychedelic SF writer Philip K. Dick, it was a source of revelation, and he fictionalized his experience watching the film for a scene in his novel of divine communication, VALIS (written in 1978, published in 1981). In the book, the movie is Valis, but it shares some similarities with Roeg’s film, including an overall temporal dissonance, creepy alien sex, and almost cryptic edits and close-ups. In Dick’s book, the film, like Roeg’s, stars a rock musician. Dick has his characters pay the actor/musician a visit to seek explanations for the theological symbolism of the strange SF flick they’ve just watched. “In a way Valis was shit,” the rock star says. “We had to make it that way, to get the distributors to pick it up. For the popcorn drive-in crowd… They expected me to sing, you know. ‘Hey, Mr. Starman! When You Droppin’ In?’ I think they were a bit disappointed, do you see.” The real “Starman” singer, David Bowie, became fixated upon the film himself. Publicity stills of Bowie as The Man Who Fell to Earth, Thomas Newton, appear as the album covers for Station to Station (1976) and Low (1977). It’s curious that a 70’s film starring David Bowie features none of his music. Bowie was eager to provide the soundtrack, but it never came together – the few tracks he provided, from his miasma of personal crises and drug addiction, were unsuitable, and after flirting with the notion of filling the soundtrack with Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon tracks, an eleventh hour substitute was found in John Phillips of The Mamas and the Papas. But in a way, Bowie never gave up on scoring the film; one of his final works was the stage musical Lazarus, a sequel to the Walter Tevis novel The Man Who Fell to Earth. And the Starman sang – “Lazarus” was one of his last music videos.

Alien photography.

Alien photography.

It is certainly more than your average science fiction film: it’s a Nicolas Roeg film. Though it would be easy to group it with other pre-Star Wars SF films of great ambition and pretention of the 70’s (Silent Running, Zardoz, et al), in fact it’s nothing like them. The only proper point of comparison is other Nicolas Roeg films. It makes a natural companion piece to Roeg’s collaboration with Donald Cammell, Performance (1970), starring Mick Jagger, or his next film, Bad Timing (1980), starring Art Garfunkel. The films of Roeg are often elliptical, abstract, yet carefully constructed and edited. They rely heavily on montage; they play with time; they have a raw, sometimes graphic feeling of reality. The Man Who Fell to Earth does not look like a science fiction film; it is not about its special effects, and its high concept is really a mirror reflection on commercialism, capitalism, and the dangerous comforts of material pleasures, alcohol, and sex. That Bowie’s Thomas Newton is an extraterrestrial visitor is not even made explicit until quite late in the film, though we bring that knowledge with us to the story, and we do witness, in the opening scene, the mysterious crashing of something in a lake in New Mexico, followed by shots of Newton stumbling through the desert and down the highway. This might be the story of any genius who rises to great power, and then becomes trapped by his success. Roeg lingers in the barren New Mexico landscape, in hotels and the luxurious, Japanese styled home Newton builds on the shore of a lake to keep his lover, the simple and loving American girl Mary Lou (Candy Clark, American Graffiti). The otherworldly only happens in glimpses: a time portal through which Newton trades awed glances with early American settlers, and flashbacks to an alien world of white dunes and a humanoid, golden-eyed family in white skin-tight suits. But Roeg is more interested in Newton’s isolation. Having crash-landed to Earth, Newton now seeks a means of ending the drought on his homeworld, and returning to save his wife and children. It’s a simple premise, but in Roeg’s hands, it becomes an art film epic. Most audience members were left dazed and confused. Where were the spaceships? How to interpret the shots of aliens bouncing on trampolines against a black cosmic backdrop? Couldn’t the sex be sexier, instead of strange? What was the fixation on repulsive body horror – tweezers in the eyes, urine cascading through a woman’s panties? And why didn’t Bowie sing?

Candy Clark as Mary Lou, keeping Tommy Newton satisfied.

Candy Clark as Mary Lou, keeping Tommy Newton satisfied.

It’s a difficult piece of work. At two hours and nineteen minutes, it feels at least a half hour longer. You have to be in the right frame of mind. Like Roeg’s other films, it’s intellectual, coldly removed from its characters no matter how realistically (or erotically) they’re depicted. Here, that works very much in his favor, because it is the point of view of its alien protagonist, who has difficulty relating to the world on which he’s stranded. He can get an erection (whether or not those are his real genitals), but stimulation is different from emotional connection and understanding: in one key scene, he complains that the televisions that he watches endlessly are only showing, the images only surface. Screenwriter Paul Mayersberg (Croupier) is interested in the passage of time, because each moment that passes is one in which Newton’s abandoned family comes closer to death, and Roeg obliges by stretching out the scenes and cutting ahead years, sometimes decades into the future, while everyone but Newton ages. He even skips ahead an unknown span of time in the opening minutes of the film. One second, Newton is a desperate wanderer pawning a beloved ring for a mere twenty bucks; the next, he’s a coolly confident businessman meeting with Oliver Farnsworth (a charming Buck Henry) to hire him as his patent lawyer, pages and pages of formulas for technological innovations tucked under his arm. Elsewhere, middle-aged professor Nathan Bryce (Rip Torn, Men in Black) pursues co-eds, and we don’t see how his story is relevant to Newton’s, though we might guess it the moment Bryce becomes transfixed by Bruegel’s painting “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus.” In the painting, a seaside village is bustling with activity, but no one seems to notice Icarus drowning in the corner. This will be the fate of Thomas Newton. And soon enough, Newton hires Bryce to work on the advanced rocket science that, he hopes, will launch him back to his home planet.

David Bowie as Thomas Jerome Newton.

David Bowie as Thomas Jerome Newton.

He never gets there, and that’s the point. In this world of too much water, he drowns like Icarus, and no one notices. The Man Who Fell to Earth is about the fall, and though Newton enjoys a quick rise as a Steve Jobs/Elon Musk style of innovator, by participating in the capitalist, corporate system, he becomes vulnerable to it. The closest he gets to accomplishing his goal is a glitzy press tour of the launchpad. But he’s already permanently grounded: by his addiction to earthly vices, by the tranquilizing TV sets he stacks up in his home. The greatest accomplishment of Roeg’s film is his ability to express Newton’s state of frustration, exhaustion, and (true) alienation. His lover, Mary Lou, wants to connect with him, but it’s a futile effort. As he comes to realize that he has failed, he becomes increasingly self-destructive, culminating in what might be the strangest sequence in the film, a sex scene with the aging Mary Lou accompanied by the firing of guns loaded with blanks. Despite the film’s bizarre qualities, despite its aloofness, it manages real heartbreak. By the end of the story, which is not an end at all, Newton has released a pop record (“The Visitor”) but his innovations have run dry, and his contact lenses are permanently attached to his eyes, masking his true nature forever – or, rather, erasing the line between the alien and the human. Yet he can still manage a wry grin: the familiar foxy David Bowie smile. Was it any surprise that so many obits called Bowie a Man Who Fell to Earth just as often as they called him Ziggy Stardust? He lived his life as the Starman, fallen from some unknown dimension, skeletal, pale, effortlessly talented, living among mortals with a grin. Bowie never left this movie behind because he lived it.

The Man Who Fell to Earth has just been released in the U.K. in a lavish 40th anniversary Blu-Ray box set from StudioCanal, including the original, never-issued score by John Phillips.

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Halloween Recommendations from Midnight Only

With Halloween fast approaching, now’s a great time to make sure you’re well stocked for an evening (or more) of horror movie viewing. Whether scouring streaming services, sorting through your physical media collection, or perusing the shelves of your local big box store, favored indie retail shop, or (if you’re lucky) mom & pop video store, here are some recommendations to scratch any itch:

Vampires

cronosThough Christopher Lee’s Count Dracula didn’t return for Hammer’s first Dracula sequel, Brides of Dracula (1960), Peter Cushing’s Van Helsing did, and the film stands as one of Hammer’s best vampire films. (It’s now available on Blu-Ray as part of Universal’s Hammer Horror 8-Film Collection box set.) Tom Holland’s Fright Night (1985 – accept no remakes) perfectly balances comedy with horror in a very fun retro-monster movie to combat the 80’s slasher trend, with William Ragsdale and Roddy McDowall – playing aging horror star Peter Vincent – battling the vampire (Chris Sarandon) who’s moved in next door. Years later, Guillermo del Toro would make his debut with Cronos (1993), but rather than following the traditions by the letter, he reinvented the vampire (not for the last time). The elderly owner of an antiques shop comes into possession of an ancient device invented by an alchemist which grants eternal life – while draining his blood via sharp claws that dig into his flesh. He soon develops a craving for blood, while being pursued by a decrepit industrialist and his lackey son (a hilarious – and bilingual! – Ron Perlman). The final, surprisingly moving image is an homage to the original Nosferatu. Criterion has released the film on Blu-Ray, both individually and now as part of the box set “Trilogía de Guillermo del Toro” (alongside The Devil’s Backbone and Pan’s Labyrinth).

Black Magic

black-magic-rites-1Dennis Wheatley’s series of black magic-themed thrillers featured the Duke de Richleau, a Van Helsing-style occult expert, portrayed perfectly on-screen by Christopher Lee in the top-tier Hammer outing The Devil Rides Out (1968); it’s an ideal film to watch prime time on Halloween. Fritz Leiber’s story of a dutiful wife who practices black magic behind the back of her husband, Conjure Wife, became a fascinating, Richard Matheson-scripted thriller, Burn, Witch, Burn (aka Night of the Eagle, 1962). And a classic M.R. James short story was the inspiration for the film noir-meets-the-supernatural Night of the Demon (1957). But after the trick ‘r’ treaters have stopped ringing the doorbell, and the rum-laced-apple cider has gone to your head, you could try the gonzo Black Magic Rites (1973), an anything-goes Italian mash-up of Satanism, vampirism, and sexploitation, all set to a killer main theme and lit with lush colors, and featuring dialogue like, “Vampires need blood that’s not contaminated by human semen!”

Wax Museums

mystery-of-the-wax-museumIf you have the opportunity to watch Vincent Price’s House of Wax (1953) in 3-D, do. Otherwise you’ll be stuck with a scene where a man flings a yo-yo at the camera for a long minute without any particular urge to duck. The film helped kick-start Price’s second career as a horror star, and it’s a full-color, full-hammy, full-fun 3-D spectacular. But dig back earlier and you’ll discover a gem: Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933). Along with its cinematic twin brother Doctor X (1932), the film was made using an early two-color Technicolor process, was directed by Casablanca‘s Michael Curtiz, and features Lionel Atwill and the first scream queen, Fay Wray. The wax museum and its historical and ghoulish figures are creepy, but the film is also funny, with a wonderful performance by Glenda Farrell (Little Caesar) as the kind of fast-talking, effortlessly witty investigative reporter that only the screwball 30’s could produce. Available (along with Doctor X and others) in Warner’s Hollywood’s Legends of Horror box set.

Hauntings

house-400pxThe haunted house tale is my favorite subgenre, and perennial favorites include The Innocents (1961), The Haunting (1963), and The Legend of Hell House (1973). For something more late-night, the once-obscure Japanese film House (1977) – now a proud part of the Criterion Collection – features a deadly ghost and a funhouse of an Old Dark House, all rendered like a live action cartoon. It’s a rarity: a major studio (Toho) turning over the keys to an anarchic, upstart director, a Beyond the Valley of the Dolls for the horror genre. For a more serious Japanese ghost story, Kuroneko (1968), also on Criterion, tells a savage, dream-like fable of a vengeful spirit murdering samurai when she’s not taking the shape of a black cat. Kwaidan (1964) tells multiple ghost stories in a colorful and surreal prestige epic.

Monster Mashes

monster-squadFamously, toward the end of the Universal Studios monster cycle, they began to mix and match their monsters in films like Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man (1943) and House of Frankenstein (1944) – essentially establishing a shared universe decades before Marvel. Perhaps the most entertaining of these is Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein (1948), even if it spelled the ending of taking the monsters seriously. In the film, the comedy duo meet Dracula (Bela Lugosi, in a rare reprise of the Count), the Wolf Man (Lon Chaney Jr., in his best-loved role), Frankenstein’s Monster (Glenn Strange), and even The Invisible Man (Vincent Price, in a voice-only cameo). The Bowery Boys Meet the Monsters (1954) was a less classy, but nonetheless amusing monster mash, one of an endless series of Bowery Boys movies. Decades later, screenwriter Shane Black (Lethal Weapon) and director Fred Dekker (Night of the Creeps) shopped a script nostalgically reuniting the Universal Monsters, but when Universal turned it down, they went with more generalized treatments of such characters as Dracula, Frankenstein’s Monster, a Mummy, a Wolf Man, and even a Gill Man (most certainly not the Creature from the Black Lagoon). The Monster Squad (1987) was essentially “The Goonies meet the Monsters.”

Extraterrestrials

invasion-of-the-body-snatchers-9Philip Kaufman’s Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978) is the rare remake that’s as good as the original (if not better). The film is both a respectful tribute to the 1957 Don Siegel classic (Kevin McCarthy reprises his most famous scene) and an intelligent updating to a modern milieu, adding to its palette 70’s political and social paranoia. Donald Sutherland, Brooke Adams, Leonard Nimoy, Jeff Goldblum, and Veronica Cartwright make for a very appealing cast, and the direction is consistently unnerving. John Carpenter’s The Thing (1982) successfully remakes a different 50’s alien invasion film, but this time pays closer attention to the original source, John W. Campbell’s “Who Goes There?” The physical effects are terrifyingly real. On its 30th anniversary, it’s also a good time to revisit James Cameron’s Aliens (1986), another example of a follow-up that does more than rehash its source material. True, it does shift its genre more toward 80’s action, but don’t overstate it: this is still a horror film, with a mounting feeling of unease, a slowburn that patiently builds toward spectacular – and nightmarish – confrontation. All three films have brand new special edition releases available on Blu-Ray.

Killer Families

BurbsIf you’ve watched The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974) too many times, now might be a good time to revisit its oddball sequel, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre II (1986). Tobe Hooper took the film as a contractual obligation, but used the opportunity to both send up the original film and take it in new, stranger directions. For a more family friendly option, spend some time with Joe Dante’s cult classic horror comedy The ‘Burbs (1989). Tom Hanks (back when he exclusively made comedies) suspects that his new neighbors – who just moved into a crumbling old house that violates all the aesthetic rules of this perfectly manicured community – might be murderers in the style of the Leatherface clan. Bruce Dern, Carrie Fisher, Rick Ducommun, Corey Feldman, and Henry Gibson provide some very good laughs.

Halloween on Screen

halloween-3Once maligned, now considered a seasonal favorite, Halloween III: Season of the Witch (1982) relegates Michael Myers to a cameo (Halloween is playing on a TV), and instead boldly suggests that the franchise should become an anthology series. That didn’t take thanks to unenthusiastic audiences, which leaves this film an anomaly: using a story by John Carpenter and Quatermass Xperiment screenwriter Nigel Kneale, writer/director Tommy Lee Wallace (Stephen King’s It) presents a horror story with elements of both science fiction and the supernatural, digging into the origins of the holiday and using child-killing Halloween masks sold by Silver Shamrock with a ubiquitous jingle that’s an earworm in the most unpleasant sense. In recent years, actual Halloween anthology Trick ‘r’ Treat (2007) has become a bona fide cult classic, and deservedly so. Of course, the original Halloween (1978) presents the holiday definitively, but for a more off the beaten path (and downright offbeat) treatment, see The Pit (1981).

Zombies Before Romero

i-walked-with-a-zombieLook, flesh-eating zombies all came from Romero, right? And now we can’t have anything else, apparently. But if you’re looking for a return to old-school, voodoo-conjured zombies, you can’t go wrong with the Bela Lugosi classic White Zombie (1932), the eerie Hammer horror The Plague of the Zombies (1966), or – my personal favorite – the haunting I Walked with a Zombie (1943). One of the standout films in the Val Lewton cycle of atmospheric RKO chillers, the sensationalist title is here wedded to a Jane Eyre-inspired storyline set in Haiti and directed by the masterful Jacques Tourneur (Cat People, Night of the Demon). The most subdued zombie film ever made, Tourneur nonetheless lends every poetic image a weight and authentic supernatural power.

Art House via the Grindhouse

The Witch Who Came from the SeaJean Rollin’s debut feature film, the black-and-white, improv-jazz-scored The Rape of the Vampire (1968), is the only one of his vampire films which fits right alongside the most experimental films of the French New Wave. And yet it also establishes rules for his admired (and more cohesive) vampire films that followed, including gratuitous nudity and bloodletting. It’s adventurous late night viewing, just like The Witch Who Came from the Sea (1976). Witch was marketed with one of the great bait-and-switch exploitation posters. The art (partially copied/ripped-off from a Frazetta Vampirella cover) features a semi-nude witch standing astride a rock amidst crashing waves, wielding a bloody scythe and holding the severed head of one of her victims. “Molly really knows how to cut men down to size!” is the tagline. What moviegoers would have discovered inside the grindhouse was a surprisingly sensitive portrayal of a sexual abuse survivor (Millie Perkins of The Diary of Anne Frank) whose rigid morality is at odds with her fantasies of sleeping with athletic men and then castrating them with a razor blade. Then she discovers that these fantasies might actually be real. The title is a reference to Greek mythology, and the birth of Aphrodite from the severed genitals of her titan father. Director Matt Cimber (aided by cinematographer Dean Cundey) treats the shocking elements with matter-of-fact grit, while maintaining a dream-like feel via jarring, Easy Rider-style cuts or abrupt, surreal juxtapositions (a nightmarish clown on a black-and-white TV; Perkins half-naked getting a tattoo from the man who once sent her recoiling in fear). Available from Arrow on Blu-Ray and DVD in the American Horror Project Volume 1 box set.

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