10 Hammer Favorites

Twins Of Evil

Reviewing The Hound of the Baskervilles (1959) has me thinking about my favorite Hammer films, horror or otherwise. What follows is a list of the Hammer films I return to the most often and with the greatest pleasure. It’s not a list of the “essential” Hammer films, for the first thing you’ll notice is the lack of The Quatermass Xperiment (1955), The Curse of Frankenstein (1957), Dracula (1958), and The Mummy (1959), which ought to be included on any list of that nature. Nor is it a list of the best overlooked Hammer films, for which I might include Quatermass II (1957), Never Take Sweets from a Stranger (1960), Cash on Demand (1961), or The Nanny (1965). No, these are simply the ones I’m most likely to upgrade when the latest physical media format is released, the discs I threaten to wear out. So no, Dracula isn’t on here, but the Count is present, as is Baron Frankenstein. These are simply my favorites…at the moment.

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#10 Frankenstein Created Woman (1967) D: Terence Fisher

For the first few times I watched this film, I was astonished (yes, each time) that it was a completely different movie than what is suggested by its “Hammer Glamour” marketing. By now I’m very familiar with what Terence Fisher achieved, and can easily separate that from what’s suggested by the Roger Vadim-inspired title. Surprisingly lyrical despite a few gonzo elements, Frankenstein Created Woman, more than any other film in the long-running series, focuses upon those affected by the doctor’s experiments rather than the doctor himself. (Though it has been a fruitful vein for the franchise to mine, as seen in The Revenge of Frankenstein and Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed.) Susan Denberg, far from being the sex object suggested by the film’s campaign, instead plays a disfigured peasant girl whose life takes a tragic turn; the Baron (Peter Cushing) gives her a second lease on life, which she uses to take revenge on those who wronged her. The final scene is heartbreaking – you don’t use that word often in the Hammer oeuvre. This is the film which Martin Scorsese has praised for its unique scene in which Cushing transplants a human soul, visualized as an orb of light.

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#9 One Million Years B.C. (1966) D: Don Chaffey

One Million Years B.C. enjoys the privilege of straddling two different but rabid fanbases: Hammer Films and Ray Harryhausen. It’s become an essential film in either category. For Harryhausen, the film was a chance to make a dinosaur picture without remaking King Kong, setting dinosaurs in their natural environment – prehistoric times – although obviously historical accuracy was out of the question, given the presence of cavemen. For Hammer, its success was the springboard for a number of prehistoric films leaning on the sex appeal of their lead actresses. An athletic and tan Raquel Welch wears a fur bikini, so who cares if none of the dialogue is in English? The stop-motion animation is some of Harryhausen’s very best, and – despite the camp appeal – there’s conviction to this big-budget survivalist spectacle which makes it perfect Saturday matinee fun. The film celebrates its 50th anniversary this year; I’ll post a full review of its forthcoming Blu-Ray release later this summer.

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#8 The Abominable Snowman (1957) D: Val Guest

Hammer continued its rewarding association with writer Nigel Kneale with this adaptation of his 1955 teleplay The Creature. Peter Cushing and Forrest Tucker pursue the legend of the Yeti in the Himalayan mountains, but find themselves ill equipped to tackle the awesome force awaiting them. The Yeti is only briefly glimpsed, accomplishing the feat of both suggesting more than is shown and being completely satisfying. Val Guest was adept at tackling Kneale’s tough-as-nails and scientific approach to SF, as he demonstrated with the first two Quatermass films; with The Abominable Snowman, he perfectly expands this style into horror and fantasy. The score by Humphrey Seale is superb, evoking the snowy Tibetan wilderness, and the film is further enhanced by some location shooting with real mountain climbers.

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#7 Scream of Fear (1961) D: Seth Holt

Seth Holt didn’t direct many films for Hammer, but when he did, they were worth watching: in addition to Scream of Fear, he was responsible for The Nanny (1965) and Blood from the Mummy’s Tomb (1971; though he died during filming, and the production was completed by Michael Carreras). Susan Strasberg plays a wheelchair-bound young woman who goes to stay with her father after the death of her mother; but Father is mysteriously away, and she begins to suspect that he’s been murdered, possibly by her stepmother. The conspiracy turns out to be something quite different than expected. I’ll never forget how I first saw Scream of Fear, at a movie theater which specialized in revivals, and on a double bill with The Revenge of Frankenstein. The audience was completely absorbed by the story, and delighted at the final twist(s). The lush black-and-white photography also looks stunning on the big screen. This is the best of Hammer’s straight-up suspense films, with a screenplay by Jimmy Sangster. Christopher Lee, who has a small role, called this the best Hammer film he ever appeared in.

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#6 Twins of Evil (1971) D: John Hough

In my house, right beside the original Scream of Fear poster, you’ll find one for Twins of Evil. “One uses her beauty for love! One uses her lure for blood! Which is the virgin? Which is the vampire?” That’s about as good as ballyhoo marketing gets. Twins of Evil delivers on the exploitation potential of its poster while offering one of the best performances Peter Cushing ever gave. Much as how Witchfinder General (1968) brought out a different side of Vincent Price, Twins of Evil demonstrated a darker, more ruthless, and unquestionably haunted Cushing, no doubt informed by the devastating loss of his wife just prior to shooting. (Cushing was never the same.) Yet this is also the film in which twin Playboy Playmates Mary and Madeleine Collinson wear semi-transparent negligees while one of them falls to the allure of vampirism. It’s the third and best in the informal, Carmilla-inspired “Karnstein Trilogy” (following The Vampire Lovers and Lust for a Vampire), and a prime example of how Hammer tried to adjust to the 70’s and its loosening censorship.

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#5 The Curse of the Werewolf (1961) D: Terence Fisher

It’s surprising that Hammer didn’t embrace the werewolf quite as much as they did vampires, Frankenstein’s monsters, and mummies. The Curse of the Werewolf doesn’t feature Lee or Cushing – and it had no sequels – but it did provide one of the iconic movie Wolf Men, and introduced Oliver Reed to wider audiences. Reed is well suited for a role in which it’s impossible to imagine the studio’s two marquee stars. Reed is young, handsome, tormented, and seems capable of brute violence – qualities he displayed to strong effect in Hammer’s excellent Cold War thriller These Are the Damned (1963). Although the story is familiar (a loose adaptation of Guy Endore’s The Werewolf of Paris, transposed to Spain), it feels fresh and vital thanks to the literate screenplay by Anthony Hinds and the sensitive direction of Terence Fisher. It’s just damn fine storytelling, with an added emotional potency that Reed completely sells.

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#4 Quatermass and the Pit (1967) D: Roy Ward Baker

One of John Carpenter’s favorite films, Quatermass and the Pit was the last of Hammer’s Quatermass trilogy after a gap of ten years from the prior installment. It’s also the best of the series – which is saying a lot, given that the first two films are wonderful. Nigel Kneale famously complained about the Quatermass of the Val Guest films, the brash American actor Brian Donlevy, who was present simply to sell American tickets. The Scottish Andrew Keir perhaps embodies a more appropriate Quatermass, but the star is once again Kneale’s story, a compelling science fiction mystery (with teases of the occult) which explodes into an apocalyptic epic in its final reel. This first-class thriller justifies Hammer’s return to the character who helped jump-start the studio; I’ve yet to encounter anyone who’s seen it who doesn’t love it.

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#3 The Brides of Dracula (1960) D: Terence Fisher

Here’s what the Dracula series might have been: like the Frankenstein films, one consistent human protagonist with a rotating cast of monsters. Lee thought he might avoid typecasting by not appearing in the sequel (little did he know), so instead Cushing returned as Professor Van Helsing, and a welcome return it is. Here he’s pitted against Baron Meinster (David Peel) and his harem of vampire women, with the white neck of the beautiful Yvonne Monlaur at stake. Once more Terence Fisher proves he was the ideal director for this sort of thing, memorably staging tense scenes such as Van Helsing actually succumbing to a vampire’s bite (and his hurried and self-administered treatment) and his final vanquishing of his foe, which might be absurd in concept, but is so spectacularly realized that it’s bound to earn your applause. The next Dracula film would be long in coming, but it would finally see the return of the Count; Dracula – Prince of Darkness (1966) has some fantastic scenes but doesn’t have quite the imagination and energy of this immediate sequel.

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#2 Taste the Blood of Dracula (1970) D: Peter Sasdy

This sequel shouldn’t be as strong as it is. Lee had once again sworn off playing the Count, but his appearance was negotiated at the last moment, and the sloppy rewrite is evident in the script. This might have been a film in which Ralph Bates took the role of Dracula’s disciple; instead, he is literally replaced by Lee, who resurrects himself through Bates’ body (almost halfway through the film). With Lee’s absence planned, the script places emphasis not on the standard Dracula-stalks-his-victims plot of the last couple of films, but instead on a theme of youth revolting against the hypocritical older generation. Basically, this is a movie for the hippie era, except with Victorian costume instead of bell-bottoms. After moral icon of society Geoffrey Keen chastises teenage daughter Linda Hayden for wanting a boyfriend and locks her in her room, he visits a whorehouse with his two compatriots and seeks more perverse thrills with the aid of occultist Bates. When Hayden and Isla Blair finally fall under the command of Dracula, they murder their parents by driving stakes through their hearts, inverting the vampire formula. It’s endlessly disappointing that Dracula’s demise is an afterthought, but forget the silly final minutes: this is one of the most compelling and thoughtful films in the series.

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#1 The Devil Rides Out (1968) D: Terence Fisher

Not just my favorite Hammer film, The Devil Rides Out is also, I believe, the very best the studio ever produced. As censorship became more relaxed, Hammer could finally tackle the occult-themed books of Dennis Wheatley, with Lee playing Duc de Richleau, Wheatley’s fearless fighter against the forces of Satanism. Fisher, completely invested in the material, employs an impressive ensemble including Charles Gray as the mesmerizing, devil-worshiping Mocata, perhaps the most evil and frightening character in Hammer’s filmography; the elegantly beautiful Nike Arrighi as Tanith, an occultist who finds herself in too deep with Mocata; and Leon Greene, Patrick Mower, Paul Eddington, and Sarah Lawson as the forces of good, struggling to follow Lee’s strict instructions, especially to stay inside that damn magic circle. One thrilling sequence follows another; the pace never lags. Promises of a remake have come and gone over the years, but its influence can be felt in films like Roman Polanski’s The Ninth Gate (1999) and Sam Raimi’s Drag Me to Hell (2009).

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The Hound of the Baskervilles (1959)

Hound of the Baskervilles

Although it’s been available in Blu-Ray format for some time in the U.K., Hammer Films’ sole adventure with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous detective is now available in high definition in the U.S., on a limited edition from Twilight Time. The Hound of the Baskervilles (1959), as many have pointed out, ought to have launched a Sherlock Holmes series right alongside Hammer’s Dracula and Frankenstein pictures. It was poised to do so: both franchise-starters, The Curse of Frankenstein (1957) and Dracula (1958), had just been released, each spotlighting the irresistible trifecta of stars Peter Cushing & Christopher Lee and stylish director Terence Fisher. But although Hound of the Baskervilles benefited from the momentum – it’s another instant classic – the studio decided to chase its horror muse (or, rather, the receipts), to legendary results. Their Sherlock Holmes film became a tantalizing what-if. Peter Cushing was born to play Sherlock Holmes, looking strikingly similar not just to Doyle’s description but to the original illustrations from Strand Magazine, and his effortless authority and condescension, coupled with his charisma, make his donning of the deerstalker a truly satisfying experience. As I’ve mentioned before on this site, even though Hammer decided not to make another Holmes film, he wasn’t through with the character by a long shot. Cushing went on to a Sherlock Holmes TV series a decade later, and one of his very last on-screen roles was as the title character in the TV-movie Sherlock Holmes and the Masks of Death (1984), directed by Hammer veteran Roy Ward Baker (Quatermass and the Pit).

Lobby card: Dr. Watson (André Morell) and Sir Henry Baskerville (Christopher Lee) watch the moors.

Lobby card: Dr. Watson (André Morell) and Sir Henry Baskerville (Christopher Lee) watch the moors.

Obviously, for a studio that was finding blockbuster success with its horror output, Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes novel was an attractive property. The idea of a supernatural hound stalking the moors at night and threatening a cursed family makes for a potent Gothic. Although Hammer horror got its start with X-certificate science fiction (1955’s The Quatermass Xperiment being the watershed), both The Curse of Frankenstein and Dracula were period Gothics, still proudly bearing their X-certs. The Hound of the Baskervilles – which would also bring back composer James Bernard and a bombastic theme reminiscent of Dracula‘s – plays up its horror elements, even though it received a more family-friendly A-certificate. The opening of the film is an extended prologue illustrating the backstory of the Baskerville curse, which culminates with a young servant girl being chased by a pack of hounds to some old ruins on the moors, where she’s brutally stabbed by a Baskerville (David Oxley, Bonjour Tristesse) wielding a sacrificial dagger. The way the scene is staged, it almost appears that he’s going to rape her; when he reaches for the dagger, he at first appears to be unbuttoning his pants. The aura of sexual violence is all that matters, at any rate. A few years later, when director Fisher made The Curse of the Werewolf (1961), he upped the ante with an even longer prologue of exposition and more explicit sexual violence, though to the same end, establishing the nature of a family curse rooted in debauched crimes of the upper class. Hammer also adds an encounter with a tarantula, and the moors become a horror-ready landscape of fog and bogs. Cushing’s Holmes speaks frequently of the power of evil as an almost supernatural force, drawing comparisons with the actor’s portrayal of Van Helsing.

Sherlock Holmes (Peter Cushing) examines a dagger while Dr. Watson looks on.

Sherlock Holmes (Peter Cushing) examines a dagger while Dr. Watson looks on.

Yet what impresses me the most about The Hound of the Baskervilles is that Fisher and screenwriter Peter Bryan (The Brides of Dracula, The Plague of the Zombies) allow Doyle’s original mystery to shine through without much fiddling. The novel presents a solid, timeless mystery, and this adaptation presents it faithfully, apart from some understandable tweaks to make it more cinematic, such as the prologue, the aforementioned shocks, and a couple hot-and-heavy scenes between Lee and Italian actress Marla Landi (The Pirates of Blood River). (Incidentally, notice that when Lee kisses Landi, he does it in full-on Dracula mode, pecking her up and down her face. One almost expects him to work his way down toward the neck.) The faithfulness even extends to Doyle’s unusual choice to allow Holmes to be absent for a large portion of the narrative; hero duties are turned over to the unassuming Dr. Watson (André Morell, one of Hammer’s most underrated MVPs; watch him in the heist thriller Cash on Demand). This also allows Lee’s portrayal of the frail but noble Sir Henry Baskerville to shine: it’s always nice to see Lee play someone who’s not a villain. Cushing’s reappearance and subsequent adventures, including a close shave in a collapsing mine, are suitably satisfying, but one thing that can be said about Hammer’s Hound is that it’s generous with its ensemble – extending to Francis De Wolff (From Russia with Love) as Dr. Mortimer, Ewen Solon (from the Cushing-starring 1984) as Stapleton, John Le Mesurier (The Italian Job) as servant Barrymore with Helen Goss (The Sword and the Rose) as his wife, and Miles Malleson (The Thief of Bagdad) providing comic relief as a loose-tongued, sherry-drinking, tarantula-collecting Bishop.

Marla Landi as Cecile.

Marla Landi as Cecile.

This was the first full-color Hound, luscious in its color schemes, handsomely mounted even if Hammer fans will quickly recognize the oft-recycled Bray Studios sets. It looks more expensive than it was. The visual splendor complements the intellectual focus of the film, the emphasis on its cracking dialogue. Cushing, as with his Van Helsing or Dr. Frankenstein, springs from one end of the set to the other, now wielding a magnifying glass in his hand, or a small pistol. Shadows loom in the cavernous Baskerville manor, and the repeated warning to stay off the moors at night, with its werewolf movie overtones, is underlined by perilous cliff drops and screams of unwary travelers trapped in the oozing black mire. With so much attention given to the Basil Rathbone/Nigel Bruce films of the 30’s and 40’s, the long-running Jeremy Brett TV series of the 80’s and 90’s, and the anachronistic Sherlock and Elementary, it’s nice to witness the rising reputation of this sumptuous 1959 film, which doesn’t enjoy the benefit of sequels or full broadcast seasons. How can you resist this film’s introduction to Holmes? After the extended prologue of horror and murder, the narrator, Dr. Mortimer, is stunned to see that Sherlock, slumped in his chair and puffing on his pipe, has hardly been paying attention. He’s looking for the meat of the mystery, not the fancy dressing. Thankfully for us, Fisher’s film provides both in large portions.

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The Fury (1978)

The Fury

Brian De Palma followed his hit shocker Carrie (1976) with another exploration of telekinesis and its violent manifestations, the operatic and ambitious genre hybrid The Fury (1978). Anticipating David Cronenberg’s Scanners (1981), The Fury follows two young adults with powerful psychic abilities and the secret government agency which seeks to develop and harness their powers. Interest in ESP and other aspects of the paranormal were at their height in the 70’s, and De Palma layers metaphysics into a plot in league with the paranoid political thrillers of the decade. But The Fury is also a science fiction movie, a satire, a caper, and a gory horror film, all rolled into one odd package. Although adapted by author John Farris from his own novel (which became, in print, a series), one gets the feeling that De Palma is less concerned with the characters and themes than in the many opportunities for bravura cinematic showstoppers. You could separate The Fury into clips of these scenes and suggest a more sensational thriller than the whole actually provides. But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth seeing at least once, given its ambitious scope, excellent cast, and a talented director at play in a big budget sandbox.

Gillian (Amy Irving) tests her psychic abilities on a model train.

Gillian (Amy Irving) tests her psychic abilities on a model train.

Amy Irving (Carrie) plays the lead character, a psychic teenager named Gillian, although the film takes its sweet time introducing her. Instead, De Palma opens with some father-son bonding on a beach which a helpful title card says is in the “Mid East.” Peter Sandza (Kirk Douglas, still looking very fit and showing it off) competes with his son Robin (Andrew Stevens, future Cinemax star) in a swimming race under the eyes of Peter’s CIA cohort, the smarmy Ben Childress (John Cassavetes – in it for the money). Arab gunmen – you know, from the “Mid East” – open fire at Peter, and a shootout ensues. Robin witnesses his father’s escape attempt on a motorboat end in a dramatic explosion, but unbeknownst to Robin, his father survives. Peter discovers that Childress was behind his assassination attempt, and retaliates by shooting him in the arm. Peter will later describe what he did to Childress’ limb in some goofy dialogue delivered with full-on Kirk Douglas intensity: “I killed it. With a machine gun!” Believing his father killed, Robin accepts Ben’s offer to participate in a top secret government program to develop his psychic abilities. Meanwhile, in what feels like a completely different film, Gillian begins to realize she can read the minds of her classmates (in a nice little scene, she accidentally reveals one girl’s secret pregnancy), but inflicting spontaneous bleeding in the process. Dr. McKeever (Charles Durning, Tootsie), an instructor experimenting with telepathy and telekinesis, invites Gillian to the Paragon Institute, where he and Hester (Carrie Snodgress, Diary of a Mad Housewife) proceed with studying the limits of her talents. McKeever is actually working with Childress, and Gillian begins seeing visions of Robin, his studies and his growing mental instability. Meanwhile-meanwhile, in a spy adventure, Robin’s dad dodges Childress’ assassins with quips and shootouts, until finally he joins forces with Gillian to rescue his son, and the various threads merge like a ball of yarn after a cat’s been at it.

Robin (Andrew Stevens) unleashes deadly destruction at an amusement park.

Robin (Andrew Stevens) unleashes deadly destruction at an amusement park.

Spoilers ahead – for a sense of the film’s abundant flaws and surprisingly delightful virtues, consider the final scenes of The Fury. In the climax, Andrew Stevens’ Robin tortures and kills the woman (Fiona Lewis, Lisztomania) who has been using sex to pacify him during his internment. Because these two haven’t been established apart from some brief, chilly scenes together, we don’t care about either of these characters – and yet it’s an effectively horrifying scene, with Lewis hovering near the ceiling, dripping blood while a vein bulges in Stevens’ head. (Again, this is Scanners before there was a Scanners.) When Kirk Douglas arrives, he lets his son fall to his death off the roof, and then he leaps to his death in suicidal grief. I shrugged. A few minutes later, Amy Irving uses her new “Fury” power to blow John Cassavetes to pieces. The convincing dummy representing Cassavetes is shot from multiple high speed cameras and took almost a week to film, since the first attempt didn’t take, and fake blood needed to be scrubbed from the set. To call the finished scene spectacular is an understatement. The same goes for a very De Palma-esque setpiece in an indoor amusement park, where the insane Stevens causes a carriage to break free from a spinning ride, flying through the air and crashing into a restaurant. You’ll want to rewind and watch it again.

Ben Childress (John Cassavetes) meets with Dr. McKeever (Charles Durning).

Ben Childress (John Cassavetes) meets with Dr. McKeever (Charles Durning).

Does it matter if huge chunks of the film don’t make sense, are poorly explained, or are nonsensically bigoted (here come some more Arabs in sunglasses and head scarves, because a body count is needed)? It’s worth it for the occasional De Palma masterstroke, such as Gillian’s and Hester’s escape from Dr. McKeever’s home, which works down a list of De Palma signatures: slow motion (check) set to melodramatic music (check) with parallel elements in motion (check) and unfolding with tragic, bloody death (check). Also pay attention to the score by John Williams in this scene. (Williams had just come off Star Wars and Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and would score Superman the same year.) It begins triumphant – even a bit cheesy, I think – to match the emotions of Gillian and Hester breaking free of the home and running into the street. Gradually, gracefully, it turns harrowing and tragic. Williams’ work on the film’s title music is particularly impressive, finding a main theme that actually suits all of The Fury‘s widely varied styles and moods. Now that’s an achievement.

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