The Adventures of Prince Achmed (1926)

The opening caption of an English language import of one of animator Lotte Reiniger’s shorts, “The Adventures of Dr. Dolittle: The Lion’s Den” (1923), reads: “The characters in this little comedy have no real existence. They have been designed and cut out of a sheet of black paper and are made to move on backgrounds lit from below and photographed from above. This brief explanation is not offered as an apology for their lack of life but to make you marvel that they have so much.” Silhouette animation was the signature style of Reiniger, who at a young age enlisted with the Theater of Max Reinhardt and eventually began experimenting with animation, developing short films on the path to her first experimental feature-length film, The Adventures of Prince Achmed (1926). Watching this film today, it is a marvel that her two-dimension shadow puppets have so much life. The central characters, introduced one at a time at the top of the film, begin as fairy tale abstractions while we are drawn in by the delicate, intricate cuttings, the subtle integration of in-camera special effects, the elaborate backgrounds, and Reiniger’s confident mastery of her form. But by the end of the film, I was struck by how much I actually cared about these characters whose faces are never revealed except in profile – the finale emanates authentic tenderness as the silhouettes draw in close and merge for their romantic reconciliations. Reiniger wasn’t certain that a feature-length animated film could sustain an audience’s interest (the current restored version, available on Blu-ray from Milestone, is 67 minutes); the concerns would be echoed by critics of Disney over a decade later when he prepared to debut Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937). Yet the film is entertaining throughout, gaining more dimensionality with each cliffhanger development. It’s a fine example of how cinema can draw audiences into a world of fantasy, even when using something as basic as paper cut-outs.

The fairy Pari Banou is introduced to the Caliph while Princess Dinarsade looks on.

Yet these seem like so much more. Reiniger’s imagination lets loose as the silhouettes are constantly in a state of Arabian Nights-style metamorphosis. She plants jokes in details big – like Ahmed escaping a snake pit by using the snake as a climbing rope – or small – like Pari Banou’s absurd high heels (above). She finds comedy in the jealous in-fighting triggered when Ahmed stumbles into a secret harem, or in the evil magician’s transformation first into a bat and then – not all at once, but lazily limb by limb – a kangaroo. Most importantly, she achieves a great deal of expression using these figures, from the sensuality of Pari Banou and her fairy companions discarding their feathers to bathe in a pool in the forest, or the rapture Achmed feels when he holds his love in his arms.  The story is an Orientalism pastiche drawing primarily from two tales, “The Story of Prince Ahmed and the Fairy Pari Banou” and “The Story of Aladdin, or the Wonderful Lamp,” with certain elements flown in from others. Divided into five acts, each segment, though a part of a bigger story, feels like a separate Arabian Nights episode, as though an off-screen Scheherazade might be telling the story in segments, one night at a time, holding your interest captive.

Aladin and his magic lamp.

An African magician sets his eyes on Princess Dinarsade (in the Nights, Dinarzade was Scheherazade’s sister). Creating a flying horse out of an oily mist, he shows it off for the Caliph but refuses to sell for any price. The Caliph promises any of his treasures – so the magician chooses the princess, to the Caliph’s dismay. The magician then offers Prince Achmed an opportunity to ride the horse, but it immediately carries him into the sky. The Caliph arrests the magician, and Achmed sets off on his adventures, first in the “magic islands of Wak-Wak,” where he meets and steals Pari Banou, and then, after the magician kidnaps her, into China where she’s been sold to the emperor. When Pari Banou is kidnapped again, this time by the flying demons of Wak-Wak, Achmed cannot gain access to that hidden kingdom until he possesses the magic lamp of Aladin [sic]. He quickly finds Aladin, rescuing him from a monster, but he no longer has the lamp; this leads to a story-within-our-story as Aladin tells his own tale, which should be familiar to most everyone. Eventually it’s determined that the magician has been tormenting Aladin just as he has been Achmed, taking the lamp from him and keeping him from Aladin’s true love, Princess Dinarsade. They enlist the aid of the magician’s arch nemesis, the Witch of the Flaming Mountain, to vanquish the African sorcerer; the lamp in hand, a climactic assault on Wak-Wak ensues. The most striking moment of the final battle comes when Achmed battles a hydra-like creature which sprouts a new head for each that Achmed severs. The Witch solves the problem by cauterizing the stumps with the flame of the magic lamp.

The Chinese emperor courts Pari Banou.

Begun in 1923 and completed three years later, Reiniger’s film, made with fellow avant-garde artists Walter Ruttmann (Berlin: Symphony of a Metropolis), Berthold Bartosch, and Reiniger’s husband Carl Koch, innovated animation techniques including using layers of glass to create an illusion of depth, a technique later built upon by Walt Disney with the multi-plane camera. The film was championed in France, notably by Jean Renoir, who called it a masterpiece. Reiniger and Koch fled Germany as the Nazis rose to power, and after working abroad in England and Italy they would reluctantly return in 1944 to care for Reiniger’s sick mother. They returned to England after the war and established Primrose Productions, creating silhouette animated shorts with narration, including cut-down bits from Prince Achmed. Though she took a break from animating following Koch’s death in 1963, in her later years Reiniger continued work in animation as well as lecturing and instruction until her death in 1981. The enduring appeal of Prince Achmed is its endless wit and surprise, like a magic puzzle box that keeps unfolding before you in unexpected directions. After Prince Achmed, anything seemed possible for animated feature films.

 

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In the Aftermath (1988)

Perhaps the strangest entry in the post-apocalypse genre is In the Aftermath (1988), a hybrid of live action and Japanese anime patched together for the home video market by Roger Corman’s New World Pictures – though it feels like the kind of film you’d encounter randomly at 2 in the morning on a basic cable channel, and wonder the next day if you hadn’t dreamed it. It was recently rescued from obscurity by cult label Arrow Video, and joins the growing ranks of those films one would never, ever have expected to see presented on Blu-Ray. (My personal experience with this title is limited: I recall holding the VHS in my hands in a video store in Salt Lake City, and wondering later if maybe I shouldn’t have rented that bizarre prospect.) In the 80’s, New World had already experimented with anime by acquiring Hayao Miyazaki’s masterpiece Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (1984), dubbing and re-editing it as Warriors of the Wind, replete with rip-off Star Wars art (a tape I did rent – my first encounter with Miyazaki, albeit in watered-down form). And a decade before, New World brought the French animated classic Fantastic Planet (1973) to American audiences with minimal meddling. But In the Aftermath was different. The source material was Mamoru Oshii’s Angel’s Egg (Tenshi No Tamago, 1985), a direct-to-video surrealist anime which Corman’s company bought on the cheap. But the bulk of the film is new live action material shot by director Carl Colpaert (Delusion) and producer Tom Dugan. If anyone else were asked to film live action to accompany Angel’s Egg, the result would likely be very different – but Colpaert and Dugan settled on a post-apocalyptic survival story. The result is a film which is actually two films in conversation with one another, and you’d be forgiven if at times you have no idea what they’re actually talking about.

Frank (Tony Markes) draws the girl, Angel, he’s been seeing in visions.

The film opens with an extended, gorgeous passage from Angel’s Egg, as a cathedral of a spaceship descends from the sky upon a ruined city. Angel is a nine-year-old carrying a heavily symbolic egg and given a mission by her enigmatic older brother to deliver the egg to someone deserving. He says things like, “Save only the creatures who will blossom from your energy,” and, unhelpfully, “it’s the duty of all angels to be angels.” She drops a feather onto the ground, which dissolves into a live action feather retrieved by Frank (Tony Markes), a scavenger dressed in a hazmat suit and accompanied by his friend Goose (Kenneth McCabe) in a decimated future Earth. They set out to explore an abandoned military installation on the hunt for clean water and filters for their air purifiers, but they’re set upon by a crazed soldier – Frank’s suit is stolen and Goose is shot dead. Left to breathe the poisoned air, Frank encounters a vision of Angel (played in non-animated form by Rainbow Dolan), and soon finds himself in the empty Green Acres Memorial Hospital under the care of a kind doctor named Sarah (Filiz Tully). Using the hospital’s limited supply of oxygen, they enjoy a temporary paradise – while Frank dreams of Angel’s alternate dimension, and the girl explores the strange sights of the surreal “constellation” she occupies. The two films overlap most effectively in a sequence where Frank dons a gas mask to play piano for Sarah, his melody creating a sensual reverie of images from both movies. The score, incidentally, is very strong, provided by rock musician Anthony Moore (who has collaborated with Pink Floyd, Faust, and Kevin Ayers).

Scenes from Mamoru Oshii’s anime “Angel’s Egg” form a considerable piece of “In the Aftermath.”

Eventually, Frank and Sarah find Angel for a redemptive ending in the live action film; Angel’s own, animated finale is less literal and much more like a fable open to interpretation. In terms of story, that’s about it, though reportedly there’s not much more in Oshii’s original. To straighten the wrinkles in Oshii’s poetic, almost dialogue-free film, Colpaert’s screenplay adds many unnecessary lines and some outright reinterpretations of the material. But the animation is so amazing that it hardly matters, offering little mysteries in each image that no amount of dubbed narration could forfeit. The viewer is left to draw their own conclusions. One wonderful waking dream depicts whalers running through the streets of their empty city throwing harpoons at the shadows of giant invisible fish. The relationship between the floating city and Angel remains somewhat ambiguous, but deeply evocative. If there is a shortcoming to Arrow’s disc, it’s that we can’t watch Angel’s Egg on its own, rights issues being what they are. If we could, it’s likely the low budget, intentionally modest In the Aftermath would become a footnote, which isn’t entirely deserved. Colpaert’s film works as a kind of tone poem. It’s a mood. It’s not like any of the other doomsday films of the 80’s – neither a survivalist action movie nor a gloomy depiction of  humanity’s slow demise. Instead, it uses Oshii’s film to introduce fantasy into the poisoned landscape, injecting some “pure air,” this world’s commodity. It ends on a hopeful note. You could argue it butchers Angel’s Egg and New World should have just released the original film intact – and it’s hard to dispute that. Yes, the movie did not need to exist, but as a bizarre remix coming from an unexpectedly soulful place, I’m rather glad it does.

 

 

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The Damned (1963)

I was originally going to post about The Damned (aka These are the Damned, 1963) as a “double feature” with X the Unknown (1956), which is also a Hammer black-and-white SF film dominated by Geiger counter clicks. The Damned can make your skin crawl with very little effort, especially if you’ve just watched something like the recent HBO miniseries Chernobyl or earlier portrayals of nuclear horror like Threads (1984) or The Day After (1983). But the Hammer films are working purely in the realm of science fiction, not realism, and are much more palatable in a genre package. In this case, the source of deadly radiation is not a creature bubbling up from inner Earth, as in X the Unknown, but nine 11-year-old children born in a nuclear accident, a government experiment gone awry. These children are cold to the touch and highly radioactive, but they can thrive if kept in isolation. So the government locks them in an underground classroom, teaching them through closed-circuit television and assuring that Big Brother knows best. These, the Damned of the title, are the government’s master race for a post-holocaust world. When we’re all dead, the children will survive amidst the nuclear fallout. It’s not a matter of if the world meets this fate, but when. The queasy tension arrives when our main characters stumble across the children and try to help them, not knowing what they are and how they’re advancing closer to death with every second spent in their presence. “Don’t you understand?” gasps Oliver Reed to one of the innocents late in the film. “You’re poison.” They can’t be rescued from their comfortable prison – much as the human race can’t be saved. Or so this film argues – a key work of early 60’s paranoia for the Bomb. We’re all damned.

Oliver Reed as King, the sociopath leader of a gang of teddy boys.

One of the brilliant aspects of the film is that you wouldn’t know that was the plot until over a half hour has elapsed. You wouldn’t even know this was a film of the fantastic. Director Joseph Losey, the blacklisted American who was reportedly pushed out of directing X the Unknown because of the McCarthyite lead, Dean Jagger, opens his film as a juvenile delinquent drama. Emerging star Reed plays King, the leader of a rough group of “teddy boys” who use King’s attractive sister, Joan (Shirley Anne Field, Saturday Night and Sunday Morning), to lure and rob the American retiree Simon (Macdonald Carey, Shadow of a Doubt). Out of guilt – though it’s sketchily drawn – Joan returns to Simon and escapes with him on his boat, King and his gang in pursuit. King, it’s clear, has an unhealthy attachment to his sister, played by Reed as a sublimated incestuous longing, a sensationalist portrait of sexual repression and rage that would make him a natural for later Ken Russell roles. Simon seduces Joan, which is uncomfortable not just because of the significant age difference but his aggressive advances on the young woman. Carey plays his character entirely without charm, but soon this matters less than you might think, as Simon and Joan, in fleeing from King and his gang, accidentally stumble into the government’s secret experiments with a new race that can thrive in a radioactive world. If that sounds like a whiplash plot twist, it’s somehow…not quite. Losey begins to introduce us to his Plot B before Simon, Joan, and King have wandered into it, and when they do cross the threshold, they share our curiosity and concern. All the stakes introduced in the beginning of the film are subsumed by much greater issues. The three interlopers must now contend with the same unsolvable endgame scenarios in which the government has already been entangled. The story is adapted from a 1960 novel, The Children of Light, by H.L. Lawrence.

King, Joan (Shirley Anne Field), and Simon (Macdonald Carey) plot to help the subjects of a secret government experiment.

An excellent supporting cast includes Swedish actress Viveca Lindfors (Dark City) as a cynical sculptor and Alexander Knox (The Vikings) as the man who’s been keeping the details of his government work a secret from her. Knox, like Losey, had been blacklisted by the HUAC. Losey commits fully to the very bleak ending which, despite its pessimism, is an exhilarating piece of filmmaking. Following the story to its natural conclusion and refusing to force a happy ending, Losey strips away the Rod Serling-esque preachy monologues that briefly threaten to dominate the finale, leaving the film almost dialogue-free as it follows each of its characters to their ultimate fate. The ending may be the most devastating in the Hammer canon – which is no mild compliment, since Hammer was perfectly capable of producing intelligent, meaningful, powerful films when they were inclined (such as Yesterday’s Enemy or Never Take Sweets from a Stranger). Even so, the film was marketed as exploitation product: in the UK, as a youth in revolt drama; in the US, as an off-brand Village of the Damned sequel. Indicator packs their region-free Blu-ray with supplements, including critical analyses and cast interviews; it’s part of Hammer Vol. 4: Faces of Fear, the box set that also includes The Revenge of Frankenstein, The Two Faces of Dr. Jekyll, and Taste of Fear. Indicator’s fifth volume of Hammer films (Death & Deceit) is scheduled for release at the end of this month, and will include the thriller and adventure films Visa to Canton (1961), The Pirates of Blood River (1962), The Scarlet Blade (1963), and The Brigand of Kandahar (1965).

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