Cinema, Music, and the Sorrows and Joys of Everyday Life
The Final Ascension of Wm. M. Berger
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Wednesday, December 30, 2015
I faved this song so I can bathe in blood to it later
I'd consider last night's horrorcast™ a personal high of recent times. I love them all, of course—lucky me I get to sit and play records for an assembled, somewhat-focused group every week, and then they let me babble on microphone! In all seriousness, lots of "catchy" more-trad.-type metal & swinging punk dominated the playlist, which is never a bad thing; it's never a bad time to hear "The Day The World Turned Day-Glo." Not to worry, we got to plenty of "blistering black" later in the program.
The end of the year is always a time of hope for new potentials, new possibilities, and as sad as it was to lose Lemmy, his death feels so perfectly timed to give us all a parting gift of reboot, as in, "I'm out, fuckers, good luck!"
I quite liked the new 7" from Prison Moan, still living off the great Life Stinks LP, the new Expander tape on Caligari, and a 2016 teaser track from Pink Mass. ... More, listeners liked: Motörhead's classic, ideological plodding-groove anthem "Orgasmatron" | Black Magick SS | Nudity | Muerte | Iancu Dumitrescu | Third Ear Band
Click on the Queens of Evil above, to reach the streaming audio, playlist and comments for last night's program—which in all possible modesty, I deem "a doozy." ...and to follow up on just a fraction of our lively film conversations on the board last night, here are the first four minutes of Hellinger, a low-budget oddity / odyssey that I can't seem to get out of my head:
Want to also plug again the My Castle of Quiet 2015 films & music rundown, because eh, I worked hard on it & you just might like the read. Until next time, Onnellista uutta vuotta!
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Monday, December 28, 2015
Movies That Made My 2015, and a Ridiculously Bloated Music List
When I reflect upon my experience with a film (and let's be honest, a great many films are not even worth reflecting on), I fall back to these three simple criteria: 1. What did this movie set out to achieve? 2. Did it accomplish those goals? and 3. How well? I find that this works, eschewing all other notions—at least at first—save for this trio of basic rules, because you might get complete satisfaction out of a Bill Zebub movie, or a Jerzy Skolimowski film, but you would rarely if ever compare those vacuum-housed paragons to one another. All the movies on this list are "masterpieces," within their self-appointed frameworks, give good resonance, working alternately as comedies, dramas, with moments of great suspense, and of course, terror; harmonizing the elements I look for always, in any cinematic endeavor.
With movies, as with music, these lists are not focused on 2015 the calendar year, though I do always strive to be current; it's more about what thrilled me personally and thoroughly in the past 12-month time frame, with at least half an eye on latest and / or greatest. As always, entries are in no particular order.
Lost River
Ryan Gosling aims for high craft and mostly succeeds with his first directorial feature, a fable set in rural USA, in a dead town that's been mostly flooded and abandoned. Visual / structural nods to David Lynch and Gosling's collaborator Nicolas Refn are here, but there's a unique visual & storytelling voice too, complete with muted-yet-vibrant color. It's a to-die-for cast as well; everyone from the mesmerizing Ben Mendelsohn, as a wicked, lecherous bank-loan officer, whose character also runs the local Grand Guignol / burlesque club, where desperate and broke single Mom (played by Mad Men boob goddess Christina Hendricks) takes a job in desperation, to those also plucked like diamonds from the talent pool—the great Barbara Steele, Gosling's Mrs. Eva Mendes, and cult-cinema it-girl Saoirse Ronan. Nicely otherworldly, blending simple beauty, grotesquerie, and unique visual concepts (the rowboat ride through submerged streetlights is a highlight), Lost River holds up to multiple viewings, and makes one realize that this heartthrob actor also has some promising talent behind the camera.
The Babadook
Hopefully it's not giving too much away to say that The Babadook is an elaborate, swirling metaphor for grief; that which stays in your life forever, what one can only hope to "tame" rather than ever dismiss. This is also one of the best mainstream horror films in a long while, a woman's tale to be sure, that manages to excel as a gut-wrenching, emotional drama, as well as a briskly paced pop-culture-phenom horror movie. It's loads of fun, despite the incredibly difficult subject matter: loss, loneliness, motherhood, and the raising of an extremely trying and traumatized child. A mysterious, seemingly one-of-a-kind child's storybook shows up in the home, seems to change with every reading, and is relatively indestructible at least until its core antagonist, Mister Babadook, is made flesh. A great idea, and as I am fond of saying, the best horror stories are human stories masquerading as horror, and this film epitomizes that notion. In its sum total, I would even go so far as to call The Babadook a love letter to grief, with innovative visuals aplenty and all the classic touches to keep genre fans well satisfied.
Housebound
Our first of two films from New Zealand on this list, and like What We Do In the Shadows below, it's a horror-comedy, but that is where comparisons end. Housebound is a story told from a fiery, young, female POV; it's subtle, smart, quick-paced, dryly funny, and somehow follows the skeletal structure of a horror film all at once. Our protagonist Kylie, a grumpy badass pretty much custom-designed to make my heart pop out of its bony cage, has fucked up royally, is near 30 and planted back at mum's house with an ankle bracelet by the local authorities—let the arguing, passive aggression and eye-rolling between mother and daughter begin! While it's not this movie's goal to be super scary, it's fun as hell, with parch-humored Kiwi dialogue and a mystery that needs solving, because house arrest back at mum's is bad enough, without any supernatural nonsense mucking about.
Faults
Sterling character actor Leland Orser plays a shit-show of a cult deprogrammer, his life in shambles, living out of his car and stealing meals; this guy has not a damn thing to live for, and the one thing he was good at has led him into misadventure and undeniable failure. Along comes a lifeline, in the form of desperate parents who entreat the broken nebbish to help them get their daughter back from a mysterious cult. The "victim" in question, Claire (Mary Elizabeth Winstead), has a ripened sexuality and a quiet force of will that only complicates matters, and nothing goes down quite as expected, Faults ending up being a tight little thriller with a spooky, downbeat ending. Highly recommended.
What We Do In The Shadows
It's hard to imagine anyone disliking this movie, so perfectly poised as it is, as a crafted & clever horror-comedy piece, one that feels effortless, full of hard laughs, and similar to The League of Gentlemen BBC series in that it was made "with love," by comedians and writers with a clear appreciation and knowledge of the horror genre. Flight of the Conchords' Jemaine Clement leads a trio of vampires, old and well-traveled, with fringy, difficult personalities (even for vampires), who are now bound to a tatty house in Wellington, with their sire, an aged nosferatu, living in an upright casket in the cluttered basement. This premise alone is a pisser, and the movie seizes upon an arterial range of vampire-vaulted satire like no other I have seen. From a hilarious fashion montage, to arguing over dishes, to etiquette lessons on victim-taking, "swearwolves," and breaking in unwanted new initiates, What We Do… is quite simply the best horror comedy of recent years, and I can't think of a damn thing bad to say about it.
It Follows
This movie inspired some real love and hate reactions; I'm on the love side, perhaps because I tend to let cinema wash over me, without taking a microscope to things like plot, I'm much more about atmosphere and ideas, both of which It Follows has aplenty. A unique horror concept, a faceless predatory curse that can take any human form, is transmitted sexually from person to person, one tryst at a time. That alone could have been enough to get me interested, but It Follows delivers on so many other levels, taking place in "no time" (one girl reads from a makeup-compact kindle, while half-moon wall telephones abound and 70s cars seem to be everywhere); cramming a deep sense of John Carpenter / Halloween homage into a striking, panoramic, creeps-abounding, decidedly post-millennial visual palette (and as my friend Matt said, yes, everything does look like an Instagram photo (i.e., filters applied) but this just appeals to me rather than distracts.) There is always something happening in every shot, often at the periphery, and at times you'll feel like you're squinting—there will be things you won't notice about It Follows until the second or third viewing, but how great is that? To me innovation is key, both in ideas and execution, especially in horror cinema, and sometimes the Hollywood-vaulted, theatre-chain megalith just happens to get it right. An exciting electronic score by Disasterpeace also keeps It Follows surging forward, marrying to the film as the best Carpenter and Goblin soundtracks have to their respective high points.
Late Phases
The films that resonate with me typically demonstrate the talent to make art, tell a story of some kind, keep me engaged, regardless of means & resources—big budget or small, if the abilities are there, the inspiration, it will shine through. Late Phases is a perfect example of low-budget cinema done right. A gloomy werewolf tale, set in a community of retirees, where one retired military man's blindness leads him to a heightened awareness that something is very wrong, on the first day of his arrival in town. Looking stonily with a lack of fear at the end of his life, our ex-soldier has a nose for bullshit, and a better sense of impending danger than Spider-Man. There are also real scares and tension in Late Phases, the monster scenes rendered fully with "practical" effects (a term that has only become necessary as filmmakers have moved deeper into digital, computer-based effects, sometimes for better, but more often for worse) and is sure to give you a warm fuzzy for the low-budget classics of earlier decades, the 90s most probably. Late Phases may not be a life-changer, but it held up to multiple viewings for me and has cemented itself nicely in my memory.
Bad Behavior
Definitely the worst babysitting job, ever. In the lifetime of this horror subgenre, babysitters have been terrorized, sexually assaulted, watched loved ones slaughtered etc., but I'm hard-pressed to think of a night more fucked-up than the one this girl has. This is a "small" movie, more thriller than horror, populated with excellent actors, and novel ideas—that most of the story takes place in the bathroom of a suburban house, yet remains engaging throughout, speaks to the economy and craft of the filmmakers, especially considering the obviously low budget. This tightness and tension is established right away, and stays elevated, as we're greeted by the albeit oddly placed Ted McGinley and Linda Hamilton as the hiring parents, whose eldest son is, give or take, about as old as the sitter herself—so what the fuck is she doing there in the first place? You'll find out, and Bad Behavior's bleak ending will also likely please genre fans, as well as further speak to the overall class of the production, because well, bleak endings rule.
V/H/S sequel segments
High time I talked about this. While it's generally accepted amongst genre fans who liked (or loved, as I did) the first V/H/S horror anthology film that the original was gold, and the sequels declined in quality with each release, and that much is true, there are several sequences within those two sequels that are not only of great merit, but if combined would have made for a much finer, more comparable and worthy sequel to V/H/S the first. They are, notably: Safe Haven by Gareth Evans, a Welsh-born director who mostly works with Indonesian actors (as in The Raid: Redemption); his segment, set inside the HQ of a suicide cult, is more jam-packed with memorable scenes, and moments of high tension & wild gore than most feature films. Jason Eisener's Slumber Party Alien Abduction, the one V/H/S 2 segment I've watched over and over, a perfect short that's perhaps the scariest treatment of this subject I've ever seen. The camera is mounted on a little terrier, and through economic & clever use of sights, sounds and colors, we are in the horror with a big sis, her boyfriend, and a group of kids who all fall prey at a lakeside house to powerful alien invaders. Nacho Vigalondo's Parallel Monsters; the director of the memorable Timecrimes gives us a delicious alternate-universe story, typically Spanish (or should I say Catholic?) in that the other "we"s are engaged wholly in sin and debauchery, blood and sex, with a decidedly anti-Xtian societal norm; it's an exciting idea that in its limited time plays out perfectly. Lastly, Justin Benson & Aaron Moorehead's Bonestorm, which I could see inspiring some haters, but this fast-moving segment of SoCal skateboarders with head-mounted GoPros, who retreat just south of the Mexican border to find a place to ride and stunt unbothered, and end up getting very bothered by a numberless horde of rotting, undead esqueletos, is super-effective and satisfying.
Bluebeard
From 2009, though I just got around to seeing it. Director Catherine Breillat, known for her unflinching, visceral treatments of human drama, like Fat Girl and Anatomy of Hell, does a perfect treatment here of the Bluebeard tale, with not a frame wasted or an ounce of dialog tossed off. It's a superb rendering of period atmosphere (think grime, stone and steel) populated by young girls, sold off or orphaned, and unsure of their fates, and one girl who treads willfully and fearlessly into the chambre of the beast. It's perhaps telling that I feel I have the least to write about Bluebeard, but ultimately enjoyed it the most of everything on this list, and felt compelled to include the film here despite its having been out for more than a few years. At a sparing 80 minutes, the film abounds with gorgeous photography, deep, complex characters and an ever-tightening story, including an ending that might inspire solo, private ovations.
mentions:
L'il Quinquin - Master of the heavy-yet-light hand, French director Bruno Dumont (whose California-set third feature Twentynine Palms blew a lot minds, mine included), often obsessed with matters of faith, once again takes on the insular world of French provincials (as he did with both Humanité and Flanders), this time with humor (dark as always), charm and bleak realities. Created as a four-episode miniseries, rendered on Netflix as one long film, L'il Quinquin has fascinating characters, an odd murder mystery, and a nicely "hung" ending.
Dark Star - H.R. Giger's World - Wholly satisfying for any fan of Giger's paintings and creations, we get a view inside the life and home of this iconoclastic illustrator, painter and sculptor. Shot shortly before his passing, we see a truly humble artist, surrounded by his loved ones, friends, and works—the ride on his personal, self-built backyard mini-rail system being a superb highlight. All the biographical high (and low) points and curiosities are also addressed, without feeling episodic, and with a lens of true kindness and deep respect for its subject.
Best actor: Ben Mendelsohn, Mississippi Grind
Best actress: Nina Arianda, Rob The Mob
Now, as to music, there's a lot that I love and even more that I like…. These are releases that wowed me enough though, front to back, that as stated above resonated throughout my year and likely will reach far beyond. That said, though I keep copious notes, there's the genuine chance that I innocently forgot something (for example, Excepter's Familiar appears here, where it should have been on the list for 2014.) A lot of great music came out this year and last, and in some cases the brilliance of things creeps up on me…. Regardless, this may look like a big list, but it's a mere surface scratch of the mass of music I listened to, liked, and/or played on the radio this year:
Devilspit - Grim, Hateful and Drunk | Impalers - Psychedelic Snutskallar | Necrovulva - all | Zavod - all | Human Bodies - No Life + MMXIII-MMXIV | Bog Oak - A Treatise… | Contact - First Contact | Excepter - Familiar | Young and In The Way - When Life Comes to Death | Bretwaldas of Heathen Doom - Seven Bloodied Ramparts | Night Bitch - s/t 10" | Vorde - Vorde | Shaved Women - Just Death | Caïna - Setter of Unseen Snares | Nekromantiker - Nekromantiker | Ides - sorry, nothing | v/a - Frozen In Time II: Music to Accompany the Films of Ingmar Bergman | Cretin - Stranger | GIDIM - all | Leather Chalice - all | Vilkacis - The Fever of War | Vivisektion - Gaskammer Edict | Arvo Zylo - Falling Tower, Terrible Fountain | Blood Rhythms - Assembly | Sektarism - split LP w Darvulia & s/t CD | Heavydeath - X - Solus in Mortem / VIII - Futility & Death | Mueco - Demo 2013 | Mocoso - Demo 2014 | Dark Blue - Pure Reality | Ashencult - Black Flame Gnosis | Svffer - Lies We Live | Limbs Bin / Two Million Tons of Shit - split | Anasazi - Nasty Witch Rock | Volahn - Aq'Ab'Al | A.M.S.G. - Anti-Cosmic Tyranny | Haare - Musta Magia | Kyle Eyre Clyd - Pale Dawn Creeps | Ramlord - splits with Cara Neir, Krieg, 7" EPs | DDAA - Hazy World | NRIII - Gnashed | Spitzenqualität - all | Dumal - Dumal | Alexandra Atnif - .A:A. mix.1 | Krasseville - Nous Sommes Faux | Encounters - Prolonged Nostalgia | Orthank - Rotting World | Belus - Demo MMVV & Anicon / Belus split | Volkmort - Traces of Doom | Uniform - Perfect World | Night - Night | Disasterpeace - It Follows OST | Nocnitsa - Reveling of Foul Spirits | Unholy Two - Talk About Hardcore | Good Willsmith - Aquarium Guru Shares the Secret Tactic | Nuit Noire - Inner Light + Deluge of Starlight | Sinoia Caves - Beyond the Black Rainbow OST | Recreant - Still Burn | Husere Grav / FRKSE - split LP | Miller / Camfield / Merzbow - No Closure | Justin Marc Lloyd - Your | This Colony Is Sleeping In - Stay / Gone | Moon Pool and Dead Band - MEQ | Faustian Funeral - Demo | Vetala - The Lord of Eternity | Makoto Kawabata - Astro Love & Infinite Kisses | Ateh Gibor Le'olam Shaitan - Ritual II | Aktisa - Grands tyrans | Grausamkeit - Satan's Addicktion & Pure Madness | Unspeakable - Under the Black Spell | Cape of Bats - all | Black Cilice - Mysteries + Old Oaths | Warground / Hithaeglir - split | DA - Artcore Action Heroes | Drew McDowall - Contact | Long Distance Poison - Human Program | Tyrants of Hell - Haggard and Rotten | Serpentine Path - Emanations | Sapthuran - Hildegicel | Vomit Breath - Confessions of a Necrophiliac Priest | Expander - Laws of Power | Askeregn - Monumenter | Viands - Temporal Relics | Life Stinks - You're Not Gonna Make It | Clandestine Blaze - New Golgotha Rising | Crowhurst - Give In | Crowhurst and Bonemagic - Dedicated To Wheeler Winston Dixon | Slugga - all | One Master - Reclusive Blasphemy | Summoning - Old Mornings Dawn | Oppression - Sociopathie & glorie | Nudity - Astronomicon
With movies, as with music, these lists are not focused on 2015 the calendar year, though I do always strive to be current; it's more about what thrilled me personally and thoroughly in the past 12-month time frame, with at least half an eye on latest and / or greatest. As always, entries are in no particular order.
Lost River
Ryan Gosling aims for high craft and mostly succeeds with his first directorial feature, a fable set in rural USA, in a dead town that's been mostly flooded and abandoned. Visual / structural nods to David Lynch and Gosling's collaborator Nicolas Refn are here, but there's a unique visual & storytelling voice too, complete with muted-yet-vibrant color. It's a to-die-for cast as well; everyone from the mesmerizing Ben Mendelsohn, as a wicked, lecherous bank-loan officer, whose character also runs the local Grand Guignol / burlesque club, where desperate and broke single Mom (played by Mad Men boob goddess Christina Hendricks) takes a job in desperation, to those also plucked like diamonds from the talent pool—the great Barbara Steele, Gosling's Mrs. Eva Mendes, and cult-cinema it-girl Saoirse Ronan. Nicely otherworldly, blending simple beauty, grotesquerie, and unique visual concepts (the rowboat ride through submerged streetlights is a highlight), Lost River holds up to multiple viewings, and makes one realize that this heartthrob actor also has some promising talent behind the camera.
The Babadook
Hopefully it's not giving too much away to say that The Babadook is an elaborate, swirling metaphor for grief; that which stays in your life forever, what one can only hope to "tame" rather than ever dismiss. This is also one of the best mainstream horror films in a long while, a woman's tale to be sure, that manages to excel as a gut-wrenching, emotional drama, as well as a briskly paced pop-culture-phenom horror movie. It's loads of fun, despite the incredibly difficult subject matter: loss, loneliness, motherhood, and the raising of an extremely trying and traumatized child. A mysterious, seemingly one-of-a-kind child's storybook shows up in the home, seems to change with every reading, and is relatively indestructible at least until its core antagonist, Mister Babadook, is made flesh. A great idea, and as I am fond of saying, the best horror stories are human stories masquerading as horror, and this film epitomizes that notion. In its sum total, I would even go so far as to call The Babadook a love letter to grief, with innovative visuals aplenty and all the classic touches to keep genre fans well satisfied.
Housebound
Our first of two films from New Zealand on this list, and like What We Do In the Shadows below, it's a horror-comedy, but that is where comparisons end. Housebound is a story told from a fiery, young, female POV; it's subtle, smart, quick-paced, dryly funny, and somehow follows the skeletal structure of a horror film all at once. Our protagonist Kylie, a grumpy badass pretty much custom-designed to make my heart pop out of its bony cage, has fucked up royally, is near 30 and planted back at mum's house with an ankle bracelet by the local authorities—let the arguing, passive aggression and eye-rolling between mother and daughter begin! While it's not this movie's goal to be super scary, it's fun as hell, with parch-humored Kiwi dialogue and a mystery that needs solving, because house arrest back at mum's is bad enough, without any supernatural nonsense mucking about.
Faults
Sterling character actor Leland Orser plays a shit-show of a cult deprogrammer, his life in shambles, living out of his car and stealing meals; this guy has not a damn thing to live for, and the one thing he was good at has led him into misadventure and undeniable failure. Along comes a lifeline, in the form of desperate parents who entreat the broken nebbish to help them get their daughter back from a mysterious cult. The "victim" in question, Claire (Mary Elizabeth Winstead), has a ripened sexuality and a quiet force of will that only complicates matters, and nothing goes down quite as expected, Faults ending up being a tight little thriller with a spooky, downbeat ending. Highly recommended.
What We Do In The Shadows
It's hard to imagine anyone disliking this movie, so perfectly poised as it is, as a crafted & clever horror-comedy piece, one that feels effortless, full of hard laughs, and similar to The League of Gentlemen BBC series in that it was made "with love," by comedians and writers with a clear appreciation and knowledge of the horror genre. Flight of the Conchords' Jemaine Clement leads a trio of vampires, old and well-traveled, with fringy, difficult personalities (even for vampires), who are now bound to a tatty house in Wellington, with their sire, an aged nosferatu, living in an upright casket in the cluttered basement. This premise alone is a pisser, and the movie seizes upon an arterial range of vampire-vaulted satire like no other I have seen. From a hilarious fashion montage, to arguing over dishes, to etiquette lessons on victim-taking, "swearwolves," and breaking in unwanted new initiates, What We Do… is quite simply the best horror comedy of recent years, and I can't think of a damn thing bad to say about it.
It Follows
This movie inspired some real love and hate reactions; I'm on the love side, perhaps because I tend to let cinema wash over me, without taking a microscope to things like plot, I'm much more about atmosphere and ideas, both of which It Follows has aplenty. A unique horror concept, a faceless predatory curse that can take any human form, is transmitted sexually from person to person, one tryst at a time. That alone could have been enough to get me interested, but It Follows delivers on so many other levels, taking place in "no time" (one girl reads from a makeup-compact kindle, while half-moon wall telephones abound and 70s cars seem to be everywhere); cramming a deep sense of John Carpenter / Halloween homage into a striking, panoramic, creeps-abounding, decidedly post-millennial visual palette (and as my friend Matt said, yes, everything does look like an Instagram photo (i.e., filters applied) but this just appeals to me rather than distracts.) There is always something happening in every shot, often at the periphery, and at times you'll feel like you're squinting—there will be things you won't notice about It Follows until the second or third viewing, but how great is that? To me innovation is key, both in ideas and execution, especially in horror cinema, and sometimes the Hollywood-vaulted, theatre-chain megalith just happens to get it right. An exciting electronic score by Disasterpeace also keeps It Follows surging forward, marrying to the film as the best Carpenter and Goblin soundtracks have to their respective high points.
Late Phases
The films that resonate with me typically demonstrate the talent to make art, tell a story of some kind, keep me engaged, regardless of means & resources—big budget or small, if the abilities are there, the inspiration, it will shine through. Late Phases is a perfect example of low-budget cinema done right. A gloomy werewolf tale, set in a community of retirees, where one retired military man's blindness leads him to a heightened awareness that something is very wrong, on the first day of his arrival in town. Looking stonily with a lack of fear at the end of his life, our ex-soldier has a nose for bullshit, and a better sense of impending danger than Spider-Man. There are also real scares and tension in Late Phases, the monster scenes rendered fully with "practical" effects (a term that has only become necessary as filmmakers have moved deeper into digital, computer-based effects, sometimes for better, but more often for worse) and is sure to give you a warm fuzzy for the low-budget classics of earlier decades, the 90s most probably. Late Phases may not be a life-changer, but it held up to multiple viewings for me and has cemented itself nicely in my memory.
Bad Behavior
Definitely the worst babysitting job, ever. In the lifetime of this horror subgenre, babysitters have been terrorized, sexually assaulted, watched loved ones slaughtered etc., but I'm hard-pressed to think of a night more fucked-up than the one this girl has. This is a "small" movie, more thriller than horror, populated with excellent actors, and novel ideas—that most of the story takes place in the bathroom of a suburban house, yet remains engaging throughout, speaks to the economy and craft of the filmmakers, especially considering the obviously low budget. This tightness and tension is established right away, and stays elevated, as we're greeted by the albeit oddly placed Ted McGinley and Linda Hamilton as the hiring parents, whose eldest son is, give or take, about as old as the sitter herself—so what the fuck is she doing there in the first place? You'll find out, and Bad Behavior's bleak ending will also likely please genre fans, as well as further speak to the overall class of the production, because well, bleak endings rule.
V/H/S sequel segments
High time I talked about this. While it's generally accepted amongst genre fans who liked (or loved, as I did) the first V/H/S horror anthology film that the original was gold, and the sequels declined in quality with each release, and that much is true, there are several sequences within those two sequels that are not only of great merit, but if combined would have made for a much finer, more comparable and worthy sequel to V/H/S the first. They are, notably: Safe Haven by Gareth Evans, a Welsh-born director who mostly works with Indonesian actors (as in The Raid: Redemption); his segment, set inside the HQ of a suicide cult, is more jam-packed with memorable scenes, and moments of high tension & wild gore than most feature films. Jason Eisener's Slumber Party Alien Abduction, the one V/H/S 2 segment I've watched over and over, a perfect short that's perhaps the scariest treatment of this subject I've ever seen. The camera is mounted on a little terrier, and through economic & clever use of sights, sounds and colors, we are in the horror with a big sis, her boyfriend, and a group of kids who all fall prey at a lakeside house to powerful alien invaders. Nacho Vigalondo's Parallel Monsters; the director of the memorable Timecrimes gives us a delicious alternate-universe story, typically Spanish (or should I say Catholic?) in that the other "we"s are engaged wholly in sin and debauchery, blood and sex, with a decidedly anti-Xtian societal norm; it's an exciting idea that in its limited time plays out perfectly. Lastly, Justin Benson & Aaron Moorehead's Bonestorm, which I could see inspiring some haters, but this fast-moving segment of SoCal skateboarders with head-mounted GoPros, who retreat just south of the Mexican border to find a place to ride and stunt unbothered, and end up getting very bothered by a numberless horde of rotting, undead esqueletos, is super-effective and satisfying.
Bluebeard
From 2009, though I just got around to seeing it. Director Catherine Breillat, known for her unflinching, visceral treatments of human drama, like Fat Girl and Anatomy of Hell, does a perfect treatment here of the Bluebeard tale, with not a frame wasted or an ounce of dialog tossed off. It's a superb rendering of period atmosphere (think grime, stone and steel) populated by young girls, sold off or orphaned, and unsure of their fates, and one girl who treads willfully and fearlessly into the chambre of the beast. It's perhaps telling that I feel I have the least to write about Bluebeard, but ultimately enjoyed it the most of everything on this list, and felt compelled to include the film here despite its having been out for more than a few years. At a sparing 80 minutes, the film abounds with gorgeous photography, deep, complex characters and an ever-tightening story, including an ending that might inspire solo, private ovations.
mentions:
L'il Quinquin - Master of the heavy-yet-light hand, French director Bruno Dumont (whose California-set third feature Twentynine Palms blew a lot minds, mine included), often obsessed with matters of faith, once again takes on the insular world of French provincials (as he did with both Humanité and Flanders), this time with humor (dark as always), charm and bleak realities. Created as a four-episode miniseries, rendered on Netflix as one long film, L'il Quinquin has fascinating characters, an odd murder mystery, and a nicely "hung" ending.
Dark Star - H.R. Giger's World - Wholly satisfying for any fan of Giger's paintings and creations, we get a view inside the life and home of this iconoclastic illustrator, painter and sculptor. Shot shortly before his passing, we see a truly humble artist, surrounded by his loved ones, friends, and works—the ride on his personal, self-built backyard mini-rail system being a superb highlight. All the biographical high (and low) points and curiosities are also addressed, without feeling episodic, and with a lens of true kindness and deep respect for its subject.
Best actor: Ben Mendelsohn, Mississippi Grind
Best actress: Nina Arianda, Rob The Mob
Now, as to music, there's a lot that I love and even more that I like…. These are releases that wowed me enough though, front to back, that as stated above resonated throughout my year and likely will reach far beyond. That said, though I keep copious notes, there's the genuine chance that I innocently forgot something (for example, Excepter's Familiar appears here, where it should have been on the list for 2014.) A lot of great music came out this year and last, and in some cases the brilliance of things creeps up on me…. Regardless, this may look like a big list, but it's a mere surface scratch of the mass of music I listened to, liked, and/or played on the radio this year:
Devilspit - Grim, Hateful and Drunk | Impalers - Psychedelic Snutskallar | Necrovulva - all | Zavod - all | Human Bodies - No Life + MMXIII-MMXIV | Bog Oak - A Treatise… | Contact - First Contact | Excepter - Familiar | Young and In The Way - When Life Comes to Death | Bretwaldas of Heathen Doom - Seven Bloodied Ramparts | Night Bitch - s/t 10" | Vorde - Vorde | Shaved Women - Just Death | Caïna - Setter of Unseen Snares | Nekromantiker - Nekromantiker | Ides - sorry, nothing | v/a - Frozen In Time II: Music to Accompany the Films of Ingmar Bergman | Cretin - Stranger | GIDIM - all | Leather Chalice - all | Vilkacis - The Fever of War | Vivisektion - Gaskammer Edict | Arvo Zylo - Falling Tower, Terrible Fountain | Blood Rhythms - Assembly | Sektarism - split LP w Darvulia & s/t CD | Heavydeath - X - Solus in Mortem / VIII - Futility & Death | Mueco - Demo 2013 | Mocoso - Demo 2014 | Dark Blue - Pure Reality | Ashencult - Black Flame Gnosis | Svffer - Lies We Live | Limbs Bin / Two Million Tons of Shit - split | Anasazi - Nasty Witch Rock | Volahn - Aq'Ab'Al | A.M.S.G. - Anti-Cosmic Tyranny | Haare - Musta Magia | Kyle Eyre Clyd - Pale Dawn Creeps | Ramlord - splits with Cara Neir, Krieg, 7" EPs | DDAA - Hazy World | NRIII - Gnashed | Spitzenqualität - all | Dumal - Dumal | Alexandra Atnif - .A:A. mix.1 | Krasseville - Nous Sommes Faux | Encounters - Prolonged Nostalgia | Orthank - Rotting World | Belus - Demo MMVV & Anicon / Belus split | Volkmort - Traces of Doom | Uniform - Perfect World | Night - Night | Disasterpeace - It Follows OST | Nocnitsa - Reveling of Foul Spirits | Unholy Two - Talk About Hardcore | Good Willsmith - Aquarium Guru Shares the Secret Tactic | Nuit Noire - Inner Light + Deluge of Starlight | Sinoia Caves - Beyond the Black Rainbow OST | Recreant - Still Burn | Husere Grav / FRKSE - split LP | Miller / Camfield / Merzbow - No Closure | Justin Marc Lloyd - Your | This Colony Is Sleeping In - Stay / Gone | Moon Pool and Dead Band - MEQ | Faustian Funeral - Demo | Vetala - The Lord of Eternity | Makoto Kawabata - Astro Love & Infinite Kisses | Ateh Gibor Le'olam Shaitan - Ritual II | Aktisa - Grands tyrans | Grausamkeit - Satan's Addicktion & Pure Madness | Unspeakable - Under the Black Spell | Cape of Bats - all | Black Cilice - Mysteries + Old Oaths | Warground / Hithaeglir - split | DA - Artcore Action Heroes | Drew McDowall - Contact | Long Distance Poison - Human Program | Tyrants of Hell - Haggard and Rotten | Serpentine Path - Emanations | Sapthuran - Hildegicel | Vomit Breath - Confessions of a Necrophiliac Priest | Expander - Laws of Power | Askeregn - Monumenter | Viands - Temporal Relics | Life Stinks - You're Not Gonna Make It | Clandestine Blaze - New Golgotha Rising | Crowhurst - Give In | Crowhurst and Bonemagic - Dedicated To Wheeler Winston Dixon | Slugga - all | One Master - Reclusive Blasphemy | Summoning - Old Mornings Dawn | Oppression - Sociopathie & glorie | Nudity - Astronomicon
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Sons of bitches want EVERYTHING!
Excited by the recent influx of great punk / death rock / hxcx vinyl into WFMU's new bin; new LPs by Life Stinks, Muerte, Manateees, and Condition are ruling the day. Also, still feeding off the great Tyrants of Hell (Wohrt) and Expander cassettes (Caligari), as well as the Helmsplitter / The Communion split CD. ...
Listener-comment / playlist nods went to selections from great albums by Absurd | Tarm
Keeping this one short; thanks as always for tuning in, and for your passive or active participation....
Click on our "devoted" young lady above, answering an old storyteller's dying wish (from the delightfully raunchy Japanese comedy / musical Wakeful Nights), to reach the archived audio, playlist and comments for last night's horrorcast™. Lots of great live music, and a new show logo, coming in 2016 on MCoQ.
Labels:
black metal,
death rock,
hardcore,
my castle of quiet,
noise,
punk,
wfmu,
wmmberger
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Dr. Who shit just got real.
There are problems, and then there are problems. All in all, this guy had a good night, one of the more memorable of his life for sure. You'll have to see Cheap Thrills to find out more. ...
My 2015 list of films and music is coming, still making notes...Cheap Thrills will not be on it, but it had some strong competition. Look for that post here within the next week & 1/2; in the meantime, here are my music and film lists from 2014 and 2013...just to remind you that I don't half-ass these things, I write 'em "meaty," and it's never just a line item list, free of opinion or context or commentary, films being such a huge, daily part of my life that the yearly posts start to write themselves in my head, especially once I'm watching these works for the 2nd or 3rd time. My list-keeping may have been a little too good this year in terms of music, currently hovering at ~80 entries.
Last night's show was a blast. Sometimes it's useful to have a "metal-light" program, as we did when hosting COMPACTOR last week, and Horoscope a few weeks past, to strike a victorious return, coming back car-crash force the week following.
Listeners commented: The Buffy the Vampire Slayer theme | Wende | Moonspawn | Leash | Overkill's "Space Truckin'" (Matt W. played the Deep Purple Live in Japan album-side-long version later) | The Leather Nun's "Prime Mover" single (quintessential death rock before that term existed) | new Viands LP on Midwich | ...new releases that rattled my air included: Expander | Tyrants of Hell | Vetala LP | Life Stinks | Muerte | Virgin Flower cassette | Patrick Cowley archival CD
So click on the hapless-yet-victorious Craig, up top, to reach the playlist and audio archive for this week's horrorcast™...thanks for listening, back next week.
Labels:
black metal,
death rock,
film,
horror films,
my castle of quiet,
punk,
wfmu,
wmmberger
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
likey.
Well, COMPACTOR played its fabricated heart out last night; it was a dense, fat set that laid out the project's breadth of sound—from the near-constant texture of digital down, the cyclical beats, the mechanical fits and starts, to the "organic" and "inorganic" machine sounds. Very enjoyable, as "meaty" as non-meat can be. COMPACTOR's set will *not* be posting to WFMU's Free Music Archive, as some tracks performed / recorded may be used on future releases, so the easiest way to directly hear COMPACTOR's live set is by clicking above to access the full My Castle of Quiet stream from last night.
There was comment love for our first set, pre-COMPACTOR, which included tracks by Crowhurst [popnihil live cassette here], Encounters [new tape; our live guests this past August], and a sterling 1969 film track from Piero Piccioni.
Following COMPACTOR's vast, shapely set, we rode the night out with notable selections from Hiiragi Fukuda, Funeral Art, Serpentine Path, an elevating Paul Schütze organ piece, Death Citadel [lurching, primitive, blissful-blackened funeral doom], 2014 Earth, music from the doc-film Jodorowsky's Dune, and more from the Mauthausen Orchestra 4cd boxed set.
Creepy capture / horrorcast™-archive link above, "My Girl" Christina Hendricks, in Lost River, one of my favorite films from the last year of watching. Year-end My Castle of Quiet film-and-music list for 2015 coming very soon! Thanks for listening.
Labels:
compactor,
doom,
electronica,
film,
horror films,
noise
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
can you please play a bad song so I can go to sleep
The first half of last night's horrorcast™ was pure movement-over-land, careening like a stagecoach, muskets whipping & clacking into the air, hooves hammering the dust. ...Endurance! It's no small feat rendering ~22 shorter-duration selections in 90 mins., cueing up tapes (stopping at one point to switch decks mid-song), records, mp3s...I felt a bit like the "morning guy" at some mythical, alternate-dimension "AM zoo" station, out of time and out of step with anything happening in the real world, but pressing on urgently regardless.
Again this week, seconded & thirded high praise for Cape of Bats, and if you like My Castle of Quiet (meaning you're *sort of* like me, in the broadest sense of course!) you're as taken as I am by their dark, encrusted, Transylvanian, rockabilly-infused emanations. It's some cold shit, and they're dropping a new, full-length album later this month.
Other personal highs included: Furdidurke | Unspeakable | DA (new LP!) | Horoscope | Decades / Failures | new Mick Travis on Midwich (quite taken by all the Midwich releases this year, just in general) | a great Total Life piece | and one selection from the excellent Slowdown by COMPACTOR, who will be our live, real-time guest performer next week. [COMPACTOR Facebook event listing]
And no, that is not Harvey Keitel above, though it could be if you looked quickly and disregarded the actor's nose...instead a moment captured From Beyond the Grave, one of the great Amicus horror-portmanteau films, with a cast to impress. Click there to reach the playlist, streaming audio & comments for our show.
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