The Pit (1981)

The Pit

When I began dating my wife in the mid-90’s, she talked often of a horror film shot in her hometown of Beaver Dam, Wisconsin, when she was a child. We hung out in Beaver Dam all the time on visits to see her family. I was curious to see the movie, but watching The Pit (shot in 1979, released in 1981) proved difficult. Whenever her local library procured a tape, it was sooner or later stolen by some local resident who wanted their own household copy. At long last we found it in a store in a Madison shopping mall; the store specialized in used VHS tapes (yes, this actually existed), presumably of inventory sold off from video stores, which were still thriving back then. At some point we actually loaned our copy of the out-of-print 1984 Embassy Home Entertainment video to the library so they could make a copy. Since then, the movie has been released on DVD, and now it’s finally on Blu-Ray from Kino. I received my copy of the new release just in time for my annual horror movie party, and my wife gave a running commentary of the film, pointing out all the Beaver Dam locations. If it hadn’t arrived in time, my back-up plan was to show the VHS, and perhaps that would have been an ideal way to watch the movie anyway. The Pit, a Canadian production which fits under the “Canuxploitation” banner, is the sort of movie made for 80’s-era home video rentals. (The cover of the VHS – scroll down to see it – is markedly different from the theatrical poster. The art was altered from the 70’s demonic child genre into the early 80’s era of movies like Xtro.) It delights me endlessly that The Pit is the pride of Beaver Dam. It is, without a doubt, utter trash. But it’s fun trash – so baffling, so bizarre, so endearingly ridiculous – that it’s built a cult following outside the borders of the community who assisted with its creation.

Babysitter Sandy (Jeannie Elias) discovers The Pit.

Babysitter Sandy (Jeannie Elias) discovers The Pit.

The shooting title was “Teddy,” and screenwriter Ian A. Stuart intended an exploration of the mind of an 8-9 year old autistic boy named Jamie. The director, Lew Lehman (who wrote John Huston’s Phobia), decided to cast an adolescent actor instead: Sammy Snyders, who was Tom Sawyer in the 1980 TV series Huckleberry Finn and His Friends. The withdrawn Jamie is only able to express his feelings to Teddy, his teddy bear – which is all the stranger with an older actor playing the part. His pretty babysitter Sandy (Jeannie Elias, Nomads) doesn’t believe him when he begins sharing his secrets with her, including not only his talking Teddy but a pit in the woods occupied by “Tra-La-Logs” – cannibalistic Troglodytes, who look like Morlocks. The increasingly frustrated Jamie, shunned by the small town, begins to feed his enemies to the Tra-La-Logs, pushing them into the pit. These include a little old lady in a wheelchair, a football-throwing jock, and a little girl who won’t let Jamie ride her bike. (Why he wants to in the first place is anybody’s guess.) As Stuart explains in an interview on the new Kino disc, Jamie was supposed to be a delusional psychotic, with a denouement revealing that almost everything in the film was the product of his imagination. Whether or not his preferred ending was filmed, it was decided to go straight to credits before the big reveal could happen. The producer’s decision is understandable: as it is, the film ends on a twist, and feels like a natural ending, even though it’s a wild and uproarious one. To have gone a step further would have felt like a cheat. On the other hand, without the explanations, all the illogical events in The Pit remain illogical. Now there is no way to explain why the Troglodytes have been living in a tiny pit undiscovered and thriving for presumably eons. A viewer keeps expecting a connection to be established between the talking Teddy (who, in one scene, moves his head when Jamie is not around, implying he’s actually alive) and the Pit dwellers; no connection comes. The movie is simply one delirious scene after another, constantly topping itself.

Jamie (Sammy Snyders) and Teddy.

Jamie (Sammy Snyders) and Teddy.

Much of the film’s appeal now is its regional status, not just to Wisconsinites but to horror buffs who like seeking out small productions shot in “fly-over states.” There’s a small-scale monster movie charm at work, particularly when Jamie lets the Trogs out of the pit because he doesn’t have any enemies left to feed to them. The short and shaggy monsters (played by little people, because the children who were hired got sick and threw up in their masks) shuffle through the Wisconsin woods and snatch up a girl skinny dipping in a lake next to a quarry. We can see that her boyfriend is running to her barefoot over the rough-looking rocks, and we hope he didn’t have to do more than one take. We can sense the behind-the-camera negotiation of the brief glimpse of female nudity from the skinny dipper – shot by Stuart, because Lehman’s wife, who joined the location shooting, wouldn’t let him do the nude scenes himself. And, of course, Beaver Dam doesn’t look like a Hollywood backlot. The storefronts are real, the homes are occupied. There are autumn leaves on its sidewalks (the film began shooting on September 4, 1979, and continued for six weeks). Jamie and Sandy walk through Swan City Park with its gorgeous white pavilion, and Jamie scours the Beaver Dam library for books on troglodytes. The filmmakers also picked up shots in nearby Oshkosh and Waupun, and the pit itself was dug outside of Beaver Dam just off the county highway, then filled with cardboard boxes so actors could safely topple inside. Local actors fill out the cast, including a police officer with a Beaver Dam patch on his uniform. Of course, little Sammy Snyder still has a conspicuous Canadian accent. It’s okay that this detail is a little off. Everything is out of whack in The Pit, and it’s all for the better.

The Pit

The Pit

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Double Feature: Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (1988)/Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989)

Friday the 13th Part VII

In revisiting the “Friday the 13th” series (this post will likely be the last of my reviews, wrapping up the 1980’s), I have been diligent to scribble down the name of every character as they’ve been introduced on-screen – each and every naïve hitchhiker, cross-eyed caretaker, horny camp counselor, and defensive sheriff – in hopes of writing an accurate review. But I have my limit, and that limit turns out to be Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (1988). This episode, directed by noted makeup effects artist John Carl Buechler (director of the first Troll) and written by Daryl Haney and Manuel Fidello, introduces one teenager after another so quickly and indifferently that one wonders if they’re being spawned like tadpoles in Crystal Lake. Hardly a scene goes by without another fresh-faced future victim being introduced, until this little cabin in the woods is swollen to bursting. At one point late in the film, a character (don’t ask me who) is being stalked by Jason, and slowly she reaches out toward a dreaded door, the audience expectation being that the killer is standing behind it. I predicted – to my wife and witness – that it would instead be yet another new character, and I was right, because the jump-scare cat that springs out at the woman was a pet that neither one of us recognized at all. Maybe there was a cat in one of the previous scenes; anything’s possible. Or maybe it was in hiding to avoid getting stepped on by the multitude. Suffice it to say, I will use only the names of the main characters going forward, and you can just presume the cast of hundreds sucking up all the oxygen around them.

Production stills from "Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood."

Production stills from “Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood.”

Out of boredom – and, believe me, this is a very boring film – I began to wonder if there weren’t some secret storyline lurking just below the surface. What if all these teenagers have been manufactured, assembled on a factory line by scientists on just the other side of the lake? It might explain why they all begin having sex in different locations at the exact same moment. A kind of pre-programmed cycle? Note the behavior of one character – and I did catch her name, it’s Melissa (Susan Jennifer Sullivan of Charles in Charge). There’s something mechanical in the way she comes on to one of the other campers, and, when he rebuffs her, randomly selects another to stoke his jealousy. All this, too, seems programmed. She interrupts foreplay with the boy she’s chosen, and says she’s not interested anymore. He says, “Oh, rejection,” as though he recognizes the command written into his coding. Or the girl who, walking for a few minutes into the woods, realizes that she’s lost her earring. She reaches into a random spot in the soil and finds it at once. Surely that’s a million to one chance, but it’s like she knows where it will be. Of course Jason kills her. It’s for his benefit that this performance took place. These are not real teenagers, they are acting according to their software. The film contains a remarkable number of scenes in which teenagers wander into the woods for no reason – I mean, I know the genre, but no reason. I would have welcomed a twist that delved deeper into just what has been happening at Crystal Lake over all these years; are these teens test subjects for this “Jason,” who is really an innovative piece of military hardware? Leave it to a future Friday the 13th to explore.

Melissa (Susan Jennifer Sullivan): don't blame her, blame the microchip.

Melissa (Susan Jennifer Sullivan): don’t blame her, blame the microchip.

The New Blood manages the remarkable feat of beating out Friday the 13th: A New Beginning (1985) as the worst Jason film of the 80’s. This is because, as terrible as the writing and acting was in A New Beginning, at least it was entertaining. The New Blood contains not a single moment of suspense or horror. Admittedly, there isn’t a lot of suspense in any of these films (I singled out Part VI for mustering a little). We know what’s going to happen each time around. If handled well, the predictability can be part of the fun. But Part VII is a dried-out husk of a franchise film, humorless, unimaginative, not even going through the motions well. Worse, it is not adequately assembled on a technical level: some brief shots are out of focus, and the editing is haphazard and vaguely nauseating in the lack of natural rhythm. The makeup is good: Jason, whose skeleton is now visible through deteriorating flesh, looks fantastic, particularly when he’s unmasked in the final scenes (he almost has a simian look this time around, which is just fine because his makeup has never been consistent throughout the series). Apart from that, the only element which really sets Part VII apart is that this is the film which fans call “Jason vs. Carrie.” The Final Girl, Tina (Lar Park-Lincoln, House II: The Second Story), has telekinetic powers as well as a psychic link with Jason. We first see her powers demonstrated in a prologue in which a younger Tina witnesses her parents fighting, and, distraught, psychically dismantles a dock on Crystal Lake and drowns her father. Now a young adult, she subjects herself to experiments from Dr. Crews (Terry Kiser, “Bernie” from Weekend at Bernie’s), who believes her telekinesis is linked to her emotional distress. Crews is in a relationship with Tina’s mother, Amanda (Susan Blu), and they’re staying on the same grounds where an armada of teenagers have massed for a birthday party. Unfortunately, Tina accidentally unshackles Jason (Kane Hodder) from below Crystal Lake, played here by a pond. As Jason tirelessly works to winnow down the cast, good man that he is, Tina clashes with Dr. Crews and suffers visions of Jason’s killing spree.

Telekinetic Tina (Lar Park-Lincoln) confronts Jason.

Telekinetic Tina (Lar Park-Lincoln) confronts Jason.

It’s all marking time until Tina and Jason clash, and this amounts to a few good moments, although a lot of it is just Tina throwing couches and TVs at Jason with her mind-powers. But for sheer insanity, witness the climactic moment when Tina actually resurrects her dead father (who has also been sleeping in Crystal Lake – and looks not a day older nor a bit decomposed) to drag Jason back into the depths. That–there–just–what–I don’t–I can’t–huh, fine, OK. Here is my best guess as to what really happened: all the teenagers are robots; Dr. Crews is part of the secret government Jason Voorhees Project, and he is also responsible for Tina’s powers, as part of a secret experiment. Having her interact with Jason is the latest experiment, and the final appearance of her father is just another robot, like an animatronic gator on the jungle ride at Disneyland. Thus the experiment ends, but it has to, because it’s been a disaster: Dr. Crews has been killed by Jason, and Tina has proven she can defeat Jason. So Tina will now be further exploited as a weapon for the military. See? Maybe the movie’s much smarter than it seems.

Sean (Scott Reeves) and Rennie (Jensen Daggett) in "Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan."

Sean (Scott Reeves) and Rennie (Jensen Daggett) in “Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan.”

The real takeaway from the punishing The New Blood is that the series had finally decided to jump the shark, in TV parlance, as a strategic move. The formula had been repeated so many times that why not insert other random ideas? How about Jason fights a telekinetic teen? How about Jason leaves Crystal Lake for Manhattan? Or how about he goes to Hell? Or he fights Freddy Krueger? Or he’s shot into outer space, just a few years after Hellraiser‘s Pinhead and the lowly Leprechaun trod that territory already? Thing is, the next film, and the last of the Decade of the Slasher, doesn’t quite live up to its perfect exploitation title, Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989). Most of the film, written and directed by TV writer Rob Hedden (MacGyver), takes place not in the Big Apple but on a boat travelling from the Crystal Lake region to New York City. Jason, apparently having decided that he finally deserves a vacation (can you blame him?), hitches a ride. But not before a very silly resurrection scene similar to the one in Part VI, as a yacht’s anchor snags a submerged power cable, sending bolts of electricity through Jason’s sunken corpse. (His death-and-rise pattern has long since grown to emulate the Hammer Dracula series, or even the Universal Frankenstein films.) Jason – played again by Kane Hodder – immediately murders the young couple having sex on the boat, just so he can stretch the muscles a bit. Then he joins up with the NYC-bound ship Lazarus (get it?!), which is hosting a high school graduation party. Slaughter ensues, but nothing tops the early scene in which a Joan Jett wannabe practices for a music video in the bowels of the ship while Jason creeps up on her. Her cameraman is nowhere to be found, nor any audience at all, but this doesn’t stop her from cranking up the ghetto blaster and lip syncing her rock song while faking at playing the guitar. It’s a pointless gesture completely free of motivation, and so I can only assume she is a robot too. I mean, why else?

Rocker J.J. (Saffron Henderson) dreams of electric sheep.

Rocker J.J. (Saffron Henderson) dreams of electric sheep.

The Final Girl here not only has an adorable name, Rennie, but is played by an adorable actress, Jensen Daggett (Home Improvement). As with Tina in the previous film, Rennie is haunted by visions of Jason – but this time it’s Jason as a young boy drowning in the lake. In one of the more striking shots in the film, Rennie sees the drowning boy materialize outside the porthole of her cabin, pounding on the window, before the image vanishes into shadows. Rennie has a fear of water – for reasons explained late in the film, and reasons that tie directly into her connection with Jason – so it doesn’t help when mean girl Tamara (Sharlene Martin, Possession) pushes her over the edge of the boat. While Rennie’s still drying out, Tamara seduces and blackmails the teacher, Rennie’s uncle Charles (Peter Mark Richman, The Naked Gun 2 ½). Jason proceeds through his kill list, at one point memorably putting a hot sauna rock to use. It’s notable that even though we’re no longer in Camp Crystal Lake, there’s still a crazy caretaker type working on the boat who warns everyone that Jason’s back. In fact, it becomes clear that the reason so much of Jason Takes Manhattan takes place on a boat is that placing him in the city removes too much of the franchise mechanics. Jason is an urban legend type, best suited to the woods, or dark secluded places. Once he’s actually put into the bright lights, big city, he seems pretty absurd. He stalks straight through Times Square and rides the subway. When he busts a gang’s boom box (he doesn’t like 1989-era rap, apparently), he scares them off by merely doffing his mask and showing them his real face. (That face, when you see it, is a major disappointment. The makeup effects are nowhere near as effective as in the prior film, even though this film is more slickly made.)

Jason (Kane Hodder) takes Manhattan.

Jason (Kane Hodder) takes Manhattan.

So the payoff to Jason Takes Manhattan isn’t quite what we were hoping for, despite the expected jokes: when Rennie pleads to a fry cook, “You don’t understand, there’s a maniac trying to kill me!” she responds, nonplussed, “Welcome to New York.” Perhaps if the entire film took place in New York City, the locale would be used more creatively. As it stands, much of this is shot in Vancouver, and the NYC on display is one that seems more closely related to Tromaville. Jason kills the loathsome Uncle Charles by dumping him in a barrel of toxic waste – green, of course – and every night, we learn, the sewers are flooded with even more toxic waste. With Jason becoming the Toxic Avenger, he even gets to save Rennie from some Latino gang-bangers who shoot Rennie up with heroin and then attempt to rape her, in a jarring off-note for the series. (Frankly, sexual assault just doesn’t belong in the “Friday the 13th” universe. As for broad, insulting ethnic stereotypes…yeah, they’ve gone there.) The climax is every bit as silly as the one in The New Blood, but at least this time it includes the novelty of catharsis delivered by the Statue of Liberty dramatically struck by lightning, and Jason returned to his childhood form, as if purified. Jason Takes Manhattan is a messy, nutty movie, and it would prove to be the last Paramount Pictures Friday the 13th for a while. But there would be no resting for Jason. New Line Cinema continued the franchise with Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday (1993), Jason X (2001), and – in the spirit of the Universal monster mashes of the 40’s – Freddy vs. Jason (2003), before Paramount produced the failed reboot Friday the 13th (2009).

Friday the 13th Parts VII and VIII

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The Sentinel (1977)

The Sentinel

Only in the Satanic panic of the 70’s could there be a crazy, overstuffed occult thriller like The Sentinel (1977), based on a novel by Jeffrey Konvitz describing the portal to Hell as located in a New York brownstone apartment building. Konvitz co-wrote the screenplay with the film’s director, Michael Winner, who had recently made two very different features, Death Wish (1974) and Won Ton Ton: The Dog Who Saved Hollywood (1976). The story follows a fashion model, Alison Parker (Cristina Raines, The Duellists), who moves into the Hellgate brownstone after being shown the place by a landlord played by Ava Gardner. Within its walls she meets the eccentric but charming Charles Chazen (Burgess Meredith, Clash of the Titans) as well as a pair of lesbian ballerinas – one of whom (Beverly D’Angelo, National Lampoon’s Vacation) is a mute, and masturbates in front of her. She attends a crowded birthday party for a cat owned by one of Charles’ friends. But most curious of all is the resident of the top floor, a blind monk who faces out the window all day and night, and whose door remains sealed. Alison begins to faint during fashion shoots and suffers from nightmares. Her father (Fred Stuthman, Marathon Man) has recently passed away – a man whom she once caught in the middle of an orgy, which spurred her suicide attempt. Through all this trauma and memories of trauma she takes comfort in her handsome lawyer boyfriend Michael (Chris Sarandon, Fright Night), but Michael is being investigated (by Eli Wallach and Christopher Walken) under suspicion of murdering his wife. Alison’s state worsens when she learns that, apart from the monk on the top floor, she is the only occupant in the building. Michael eventually comes to believe her story, and, intrigued to learn that the building is actually owned by the Church, begins an investigation into the senile tenant at the window (John Carradine).

Chris Sarandon discovers the secret of the Sentinel.

Chris Sarandon discovers the secret of the Sentinel.

That’s a lot of plot and a very overqualified cast; I didn’t even mention the small roles for Jeff Goldblum (who had made his film debut in Winner’s Death Wish), Jerry Orbach (Law & Order), Martin Balsam (Psycho), José Ferrer (Lawrence of Arabia), and Tom Berenger (Platoon), among other recognizable faces. Behind the scenes, the makeup effects are by Dick Smith of The Exorcist and The Godfather, and they are extremely effective in the film’s scariest setpiece, when Alison confronts her living-dead father in a dark room, and stabs his walking corpse over and over with a knife. But this is a movie assembled out of spare parts, those chiefly belonging to Rosemary’s Baby. The Satanic elderly tenants are clearly inspired by those in Polanski’s film (and Ira Levin’s book), and Alison’s mounting paranoia (is she crazy or isn’t she?) is modeled after Rosemary Woodhouse’s. She even gets a scene where she stalks around in her nightgown with a knife in her hand, a la Mia Farrow; but, this being a Michael Winner film, the nightgown is considerably more revealing here. The plot has a few too many moving parts, namely the subplot involving Michael’s past. (The payoff to that storyline just isn’t worth the effort.) Still, watching Chris Sarandon – in a gentleman moustache – breaking into a priest’s offices by night and digging up files on Carradine’s Father Halliran is pretty entertaining, even if (or especially because) the conclusions he reaches from rifling through those papers is a ludicrous leap of logic. When he opens up a wall inside the brownstone he discovers a plaque bearing the phrase from Dante’s Inferno, “Abandon hope all ye who enter here,” but he can’t get through the sentence before Carradine appears in close-up with a gaping mouth and white contact lenses. “The entrance to hell!” he says, helpfully.

Cristina Raines as Alison Parker, contemplating suicide at the urging of Burgess Meredith.

Cristina Raines as Alison Parker, contemplating suicide at the urging of Burgess Meredith.

None of this is to say that The Sentinel isn’t effective. Silly, yes, but effective. Winner knows how to direct a horror movie. The aforementioned scene is staged with a silhouette creeping down the stairway past Sarandon’s profile, the surprising appearance of Carradine’s recluse. In the scene I praised where Alison confronts the corpse of her father, his arrival is through a door opening in shadows at the edge of the frame. He walks straight past her, into a closet, and faces the wall, forcing her to approach him. It’s horror staging as it should be – the logic of a nightmare. The Sentinel is stingy with its big moments, but it’s saving up for the climax, which has become one of the most notorious of 70’s exploitation cinema. When the gates of hell open and the devils crawl out, Winner decided to mix actors in makeup with real circus freaks. The alarming and uncomfortable use of human beings with deformities – representing evil, no less! – gives the climax a queasy punch to the gut that’s as much the horror of the moment as the audience’s conscience kicking in. Freaks playing devils – really? At least Tod Browning took the time to develop his circus performers as sensitive human beings in Freaks (1932) before unleashing them as agents of bloody vengeance. Nonetheless, it’s undeniable that Winner’s gall lends the memorable climax a Bosch-style tableau and a potency it might not have otherwise had. This is a drive-in movie, not sharing space with the classier likes of Rosemary’s Baby or The Exorcist. It is, indeed, the work of a carnival barker. And for horror fans, it’s a must-see.

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