Showing posts with label Horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horror. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

'The Legend of Springheel'd Jack' - Episode One: 'The Terror of London' A Review

The Springheel Saga began several years ago, with the three-part series, 'The Strange Case of Springheel'd Jack'. Written by Robert Valentine and Gareth Parker, it was an exciting romp through Victorian London, combining action, humour, and penny-dreadful horror with genuine factual elements of the Springheel'd Jack mystery. The series was a complete success, enough so that old Jack has reared his fiendish head once again with a brand new series, under the banner of 'The Legend of Springheel'd Jack'....

 
Rather wisely, 'The Legend of Springheel'd Jack's opening episode, grandly titled 'The Terror of London', picks up seven years after the original series ended. The legend of Jack has taken England by storm, and there are accounts of his sightings all over the country. He is less a figure of out-and-out terror now, and more an interesting mystery, being depicted on stage as an icon of curiosity; in penny-dreadful horror stories; and even Punch and Judy shows! By having this gap of seven years, writers Parker and Valentine have been able to, if you will, recreate the legacy of Springheel'd Jack, reaffirming who he is, and reintroducing us to Jonah Smith, and his obsessive quest to seek out Jack. This helps to draw in new listeners who may not have had the chance to hear series one, but also to present long-term fans with a different slant to the story. It works magnificently.

'The Terror of London' begins with James M. Rymer, played with chirpy enthusiasm by John-Holden White, regailing us with his encounter of Jack. In a stroke of utter genius, Rymer just happens to be the real-life author of the classic horror stories 'Varney the Vampire' and 'Sweeney Todd'. Rymer was also a journalist, and so his love of horror, and journalistic curiosity, are used to drag the listener into the murky depths of the Victorian underworld. With Rymer as our guide through this new chapter of the Jack saga, the writers have fully embraced all the elements of the classic Victorian horror story, in a shameless love-letter to the long-distant past.

Parker and Valentine truly go to town with Rymer's narration, such glorious phrases as, “That filthy Venice of drains” and “...black blood through a diseased heart” painting a truly ghastly scene for a midnight murder – the murder of Maria Davis, in fact. Said to be Springheel'd Jack's only fatality, Maria's death kicks open the story proper, and with it, a spiralling web of intrigue and mystery, that 'The Terror of London' only begins to touch upon. This is a three-part series too, and you'll be left gasping for more at the end of this episode, I can assure you!
 
By leaving a gap of seven years, when we return to Jonah Smith, the hero of the original 'Jack' saga, we see a much darker, more solitary figure. Jonah Smith is obsessed with discovering, and capturing Springheel'd Jack, not just because he's a detective, but also due to a personal vendetta with the mysterious demon of the night. Actor Christopher Finney has taken care to retain the essence of Jonah Smith, but inflected him with a darker nature, and it works as a nice contrast to White's almost bumbling Rymer when they meet early on in the play. By pairing Smith and Rymer together a while later, we get a nice little double-act that carries the episode, and highlights the different elements of their characters. Rymer, the wide-eyed, excitable journalist experiencing everything for the first time; Smith, the brooding, melancholy investigator who's seen it all before.
 
However, Jonah's fire is truly reignited by the return of Charlotte Fitzrandolph, portrayed magnificently by Jessica Dennis. Charlotte turns up out completely out of the blue, with a huge clue as to where Springheel'd Jack might be hiding, and a reason as to why he might have been seen all over the country. This pushes the story into a very specific direction, as Jonah goes hunting for Jack, and ends up bumping once again into Rymer. It's Rymer, more than anybody else, who helps Jonah Smith to look inside himself, as much as Jonah himself might not like to admit it, and it's Rymer who starts to pull the old Jonah back into being. It doesn't last...

'The Legend of Springheel'd Jack' is all about the legacy of old Jack, and hearing him represented as the villain in Punch & Judy is both amusing and slightly unnerving. As listeners, we know that he is out there still, and beneath all the humour throughout this episode, there is a deadly undercurrent of something sinister lurking behind the laughter. But where does the darkness hide? Who is Elijah P. Hopcraft, Andrew Shepard's mysterious Punch & Judy man? Is there more to the magician Cuthbert Leach, played by the underrated and utterly charming Nicholas Parsons, and his fiery assistant Lizzie (Josephine Timmins)? The beautifully constructed script unfolds at its own pace, and the unpredictability in which it does so means that that something unexpected is always around the corner.

 
This is never truer than in the final ten minutes of the piece, which ramp up the tension until the final shocking moments, which completely change the direction of the series. Whether you've already heard the first series, or are a newcomer to the 'Springheel Saga', there is no denying that 'The Terror of London' packs an almighty punch right at the very end, with the mother of all cliffhangers!

Witty, funny, and immensely enjoyable, 'The Terror of London' is a perfect opener to a brand new series of adventures for Jonah Smith. Embracing all the facets of the Victorian age, from penny-dreadful writers to Punch & Judy shows, as well as combining the fact and fiction of Springheel'd Jacks' exploits, this is a must for anyone with a thirst for 19th century intrigue. With a perfect script, excellent performances, and glorious sound design, alongside a superb musical score, 'The Terror of London' is an all-out success. Not to be missed!
 
 
 
Follow the exploits of Springheel'd Jack:
AVAILABLE FROM: www.wirelesstheatre.co.uk
 

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

'The Price of Fear' Review


This book is a must-have for any fan of horror, or, in particular, Vincent Price. It is full of fabulous stories, some well-told, some less-so, and hadme laughing out loud on several occasions.

       'The Price of Fear' is much more than an observation on Price's horror films. It takes us right back to the beginning, with some excellent anecdotes from his live stage plays and love of artwork. Of course, his relationship with horror is well-covered too! Look out for his retort during the filming of 'House of Long Shadows', when a live bat flies into the building and halts the recording!

       So, content-wise, this book is lavish. It could have been much longer. I would have liked to have read more about Price's first film with Tim Burton, on 'Vincent', and his appearance on Alice Cooper's excellent 'Welcome to My Nightmare' album. But on the whole, there is lots to love here.

       It is the editing that BADLY lets it down. Joel Eisner's love of Price is evident throughout, but the text is rife with all kinds of punctuation errors, literally on every page. Clumsy sentence structure, wrong words ('latest' instead of 'lasted', for instance), opening brackets but not closing them, erratic use (or none use) of commas and italics, and long-drawn-out full synopsis' of every film mentioned...the list goes on. Also, the picture quality on the inside photographs and images is awfully faded, making the book look cheap and scrappily produced, like a ten-year-olds fanzine instead of a credible book condoned by the man himself! Several pages even came loose in the book, enhancing the cheaply-made status of it! The book has been in the making for along time, and while I am sure Eisner and his publishers would have wanted it to be released as soon as possible, it really really REALLY could have done with a few redrafts, and an editor (there is no mention of an editor on the inside page, to my knowledge). Editing is a crucial part of the writing process, and it is the one that lets this book down.

      But if you are a Vincent Price fan, ignore all that. It will bug you, irritate you at times, but it does not prevent the enjoyment of what must have been a total labour of love for Eisner. From the excellent and beautiful foreward from Peter Cushing himself, to a final look at the Dr. Phibes films that never were, 'The Price of Fear' is well-worth a purchase. Even if it *did* need an edit!

Wednesday, 1 May 2013

'Tales That Start With A Whisper' - A Review

A brilliant show called Metal Evolution did an interview with Dave Mustaine, asking the Megadeth guitarist and vocalist if he still considered his band to be a 'thrash metal' band. Mustaine's reply was in the affirmative. Megadeth are a thrash metal band, he said, but we're also so much more.

The Thirteen Shots are a horror punk band. But they are so much more. Rising from the darkness to give the ancient genre of horror punk a kick up the skeletal backside, their début album, Vaudeville, gained rave reviews from all corners of the alternative music scene, including the legend that is Michale Graves (and if you don't know who he is, leave the hall. Now!).
A year later, The Thirteen Shots have released their follow-up to the 8-track attack that was Vaudeville, beautifully titled Tales That Start With a Whisper. It's a brilliant album. It's a horror punk album. And it's so much more...

The opening track, 'Death Jam 2000', kicks off with hoards of cheering fans and a grand announcement, before the music kicks off. It's a seriously catchy song, combining horror punk with 1960's rock and roll, and dare I say it, the tiniest hint of heavy metal. A fast-paced rocker that is short in length and directly acknowledges the band itself – We could be talking 'Death Jam 2000' or 'We Are Motorhead' here. Izzy's guitar really powers this tune, with a delicious driving riff. The Thirteen Shots grab you by the balls from track 1, and they don't let go!

'Zombies From The USSR' is a bonkers tune, the catchy garage-rock music backed up with some splendidly silly lyrics. It was a good choice as the album's big single, and the music video that accompanies it is brilliant too. Let's face it, we all love zombies, don't we?

'Bewitched' is a straight-up horror punk song, with a heavy bass sound courtesy of 'GMT', and frantic drumming from the ever-brilliant Chelsea. The riff, the chorus, and Johnny Rose's howling vocals invoke classic Blitzkid, with a nice Thirteen Shots twist, and a haunting dose of Gothic. 'Bewitched' is definitely a stand-out song for me, and belongs in any essential horror punk play-list.

'Psycho Jukebox' kicks things up a notch, returning to the cheeky, tongue-in-cheek swinging grooves of some of the Thirteen Shots' earlier work, combing swinging garage-rock, rock and roll, and even a dose of indie! This song should be played in every horror-punk and Goth club, at every Halloween party and event, so catchy and upbeat is it. This is the sound of a band who are having a blast, and you're invited along to their insane shenanigans! A song to dance to, and maybe kill to, as well!

'Get In My Crypt' has a heavy main riff that instantly brings to mine Graves-era Misfits...and then it all goes crazy. Just when you think you have a handle on the record, it throws you in a totally different direction. Heavier than 'Psycho Jukebox', but less melancholy than 'Bewitched', 'Get In My Crypt' is an ode to living it up on the dark side. Paying tribute to Zombina, Dracula, Zombies and all things that go bump in the night, this is a battle-cry for Horror Punks everywhere. The song also has a KILLER guitar solo, and delightful backing-vocals, and it's a wonder how any band could pack so much into two minutes and thirty-four seconds. But they pull it off admirably. Another stand-out track, another one for that 'Essential Horror Punk Play-List' I was talking about earlier.

'Nekro-Sexual' is groovy, groovy song. The lyrics are hilarious, and Johnny Rose is once again on fire here. Riffs, solos, pounding drums, and bone-shaking bass, 'Nekro-Sexual's cry of “Stomp on my balls!” will lodge itself into your head, and you will humming the tune for weeks. This album really does lay it on heavy, all killer, no filler. Fast songs, slower songs, heavy songs, softer songs, but the variety really brings it to life. Or un-life. Or [INSERT UN-DEAD PUN HERE]. You know what I mean.

I have been reviewing this album in track-list order. The final studio track of the album, 'Tales That Start With A Whisper', is more than just a beautiful title. The catchy riff (this album is chock-full of them), the Wednesday 13-esque tongue-in-cheek lyrics, the fist-pumping chorus...As you listen to the album, you choose a favourite song. And then you hear another, and you change your mind. And then you reach the end of the record and hear the title track, and you realise that the awesomeness never ends. A glorious song about the state of Vampires today, a serious issue for us proper horror fans, 'Tales That Start With A Whisper' is simply incredible. As mentioned earlier, Johnny Rose is letting out his inner Wednesday 13 where the lyrics are concerned (“They're horny old men searching for a fuck!”), but although the Thirteen Shots' influences are clear, they have their own identity, an identity that has evolved through the course of two brilliant albums and endless touring. 'Tales That Start With A Whisper', the song and the album, is a clear statement of who the Thirteen Shots are. Talented, original, and full of surprises, and more than capable of creating a record that never disappoints.

'Tales The Start With A Whisper' is a must-buy for any serious horror-punk fan, any metalhead with a love for horror, anyone really who is looking for a good time. Lyrically fantastic, musically flawless, and vocally deranged, this is one record you will want to take with you to the grave. In an age where horror punk has become rather stale and predictable, the Thirteen Shots have injected new life into this Frankenstein Monster of a genre.

The Thirteen Shots are a horror punk band. But my God, they are so much more!

STANDOUT TRACKS:
- Death Jam 2000
- Bewitched
- Get In My Crypt
- Nekro-Sexual
-Tales That Start With A Whisper

THE BAND:
Johnny Rose – Vocals
Izzy – Guitar/Backing Vocals
GMT – Bass
Chelsea - Drums

FOR FANS OF:
Raizing Hell, The Misfits, Wednesday 13, Astrovamps, Blitzkid, The Creepshow

For more from the Thirteen Shots:
www.thirteenshots.co.uk
http://horror-punks.com/profile/ThirteenShots
www.twitter.com/thirteenshotsuk

Thursday, 21 March 2013

Rest in Peace, James Herbert




Rest In Peace, James Herbert. An expert of crafting pulpy horror, like a British Steven King, with one foot in the gory B-Movie tradition. A master of the macabre, who many have imitated, but never bettered.

69 is no age to pass away, and so soon after the beautiful drama 'The Secret of Crickley Hall', based on his novel, and the massive success he had with 'Ash'. But James Herbert has left behind a legacy of horror, and he will continue to terrify generations to come.


Thank you for the fear!

James Herbert, 1943-2013

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

LORDI - The Riff



So, Lordi's latest album, 'To Beast or Not To Beast', hit the shelves last week, and now we have a fantastic new video from them, for their first single, 'The Riff'.

The video bears absolutely no relation to the song lyrics at all, centering around a half-naked woman shopping for toilet roll, in a supermarket crawling with zombies. Lordi themselves are performing in the supermarket in a ring of bog roll, while behind the scenes a bizarre chef man-handles bloody body parts.

It's a great video because it shows just how little Lordi care about the general opinion of their band. They aren't afraid to do a video that is so silly it's bordering on self-parody, whilst at the same time featuring much more blood than ever before in a Lordi music video.

It also has the heroine of the piece decapitating a zombie with a shopping basket, containing - yes, you guessed it - a roll of toilet paper.

As much as I enjoyed their feature-length 'Dark Floors' movie, I can't help but wonder if Lordi's film would have been much more fun with this level of randomness!

Enjoy....

 
 
 
 

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Dracula AD 1972 - A Review

 
It's nearly Halloween folks 'n' fiends, and what better time to revive this unholy corpse of a blog, than with a review of a campy underrated classic that has a reputation it simply doesn't deserve. It's a film very close to my blackened heart, simply because it's so much fun. Cancel the fish and chips: We're having stake tonight.
 
 
 
'AD 1972' is brilliant from the off, with a fantastic final battle between Laurence Van Helsing and Count Dracula back in the 1800's, which results in both of their deaths. It's a swift, action-packed, and VERY familiar scene that recalls the grand finales of pretty much every Hammer vampire flick before this one.
       However, director Alan Gibson then neatly pulls the rug from under the feet of the audience, with a shot of a loud aeroplane zooming through the sky, to the accompaniment of some 'modern' 70s disco music. It's so unusual to see buses and shopping centres in a Hammer vampire film, and Gibson delights in emphasising this change of scenery. Brilliant!
 
 
As director, Gibson makes the most of every scene. Dracula's return from the grave (all smoke and rising mud) is excellently executed, and the moment in the church where the teenagers are under the spell of 'Alucard' is strangely erotic. Particularly the part when Caroline Munro has a goblet of blood poured over her chest...
       In short, the swift and tight direction helps to sell this Hammer film (made at a time when the company was struggling) as something fresh and vibrant. And it works.
 
 
Plotwise, the script is barmy and OTT, just like a Hammer film should be. It involves Dracula (Christopher Lee) being revived by one Johnny 'Alucard' (get it), to wreak havoc and revenge on Laurence Van Helsing, namely his son Lorrimer (Peter Cushing) and his glamorous daughter Jessica (Stephanie Beacham). In between all this, Cushing manages to persuade a pair of policemen that vampires are real, and it's his duty as a descendent of Van Helsing to rid the world of their evil. Let's face it, the film involves vampires, blood, heaving cleavage and lavish scenery. The plot is just a bonus!
 
Gibson's direction aside, the 'AD 1972's big selling point is the cast. Peter Cushing, as Lorrimer (the first time he has played a Van Helsing since 1960's Brides of Dracula') is sublime. He has charisma, a gentle charm, and yet a ferocity when fighting Alucard and Dracula. It's such a melancholy, dignified performance, and is one of the big selling points of the film.
       Christopher Lee, too, is brilliant. It's no secret he became increasingly fed-up with the later Hammer Dracula movies, but here, he is commanding and sinister, a genuine threat with decent (if infrequent) dialogue to deliver. It's the first film since the original 1958 edition that Lee & Cushing played Dracula and Van Helsing in the same picture, and the chemistry between the two is electric.
       The rest of the cast are great too. Stephanie Beacham is splendid as Jessica, a typical upper-class young lady with that harmless rebellious streak a lot of the more sensible teens have. She gives a witty and fairly amusing performance, in a role that could have been rather wet.


 
       As Johnny Alucard, Christopher Neame simply eats the scenery. He's a perverse, twisted creation - almost pathetic really. A power-mad psychopath with hopes of grandeur. Dracula only puts up with him because he's useful. Another strong perfomance.
       Then there's Caroline Munro, Hammer semi-regular. She's killed-off pretty quickly but she gives an energetic performance and shows the required amount of cleavage throughout her brief stint.
 
The movie heads to a gripping climax, accompanied by the jazzy soundtrack courtesy of Manfred Mann, albeit with an admittedly old-school setting. Even in 1972, Hammer can't seem to shake off the deserted churches and desolate graveyards. But let's be honest, we love them for it, don't we?
All in all, 'Dracula AD 1972' is a campy classic. It's scary, fun, and very silly, with big performances, bigger setpieces, and a funky soundtrack, brought together by some very tight direction from Gibson. Turn your nose up at it if you must, but we all need a bit of fun in our horror films sometimes, don't we?

RECOMMENDED!
 
 

Thursday, 5 April 2012

Evermore Evil Reviews 'Ghostwatch' - A VideoBlog


Yes, this is me, and my first attempt at a video Blog. Warning: It's unplanned. Those who find cups of tea, eyeliner, and the colour black offensive, DO NOT WATCH!

PS...be gentle....

Sunday, 18 March 2012

Butterfly Girl - A Poem



Identical, they were.
Straw hair and butterfly eyes,
And little crimson love-hearts pressed tightly
Together, hinting at equal smiles.

I prefer symmetry.
A purple bruise on the left eye of one,
A similar lump to the right eye of the other.

The love-hearts become bloodstains,
As smiles give way to grimaces.
Blotted patches of ugly red.
Too identical.

A cut from left cheek to lip
Creates ones’ twisted half-smile,
A permanent, joyless smirk.
Then my metal edge returns,
To the right cheek of the other.
Cuts deep, drags down.

Symmetry.

But is it enough?

I lie them down, side by side,
Pressed together.
Left arm of one down,
Right arm of the other,
Attached by needle and thread.
The arms on the outside
(Right for Left Girl, and vice versa)
Stretched out adjacent at equal angles,
Nailed to the wood they (she) lie(s) upon.

Like bloody butterfly wings.

I smile at my creation,
Art inspired by nature.
My adorable, beautiful,
Symmetrical
Butterfly Girl.

Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Blood and Bone China: Chapter 2: The Enigmatic Mister Pyre, and Chapter 3: Anna of the Six Towns



'The Enigmatic Mister Pyre' - a Chapter title straight out of a Dickens novel, leads us further into the candlelit horror of 'Blood and Bone China'. Bringing forth some new and fascinating characters, and getting us reaquainted with those we met in Chapter 1, this is where the story really takes off. It's also where the series starts to really show off, too. 

Chapter 2 - 'The Enigmatic Mister Pyre'
Opening with yet another glorious montage -  a rising sun, stuffed animals and skulls, a long-abandoned cup of tea, and yet another token candle - we are then thrust straight into the heart of this mystery. Newlyn Howell has been given much of the information the audience already knows off-screen, to save on time and repetition, and the enigmatic bearer-of-bad-news from Chapter 1 is revealed to be a close friend of the late Richard (the 'Mister Pyre of the title, in fact), just a minute and a half into the episode. 

The producers of this show get their audience. They aren't trying to make something overly-serious and gently-paced. They understand that this series has got to hold the attention of its' viewership, lest they log off and find something else to do. At the same time, the story is handled with care, and the writers make sure that all, or most, of the plot holes are avoided. For instance, Richard is killed off simply because he needed to die for the plot to unravel, but his death isn't forgotten or papered over - Newlyn discusses funeral plans, viewing the body, even giving the mysterious Mr. Pyre a brief bit of history on he and his late kin's relationship. In fact, the whole episode furthers the plot through exposition, and yet it almost hurts to see it done so brilliantly. Never has two characters standing in a room spurting plot at each other been so entertaining!

And the Chapter is, essentially, a two-hander between Newlyn Howell and Pyre. Anthony Miles adds more layers to Newlyn, giving him a backbone without losing that fallible edge. It's an endearing performance, and cements him as the likeable hero of the piece. 
       John James Woodward, as Pyre, is much more straight-laced, and even a bit dark. There are certainly shades to his character, and Woodward makes sure that he doesn't come across as entirely trustworthy.

In terms of the direction, this Chapter certainly ramps things up a notch. The beautiful dawn in the opening shot, the train chugging along the countryside, and, my favourite, the macabre residence of Newlyn's brother. Chris Stone bleeds every bit of menace out of the sequences inside the house, and utilises the shadows in a Nosferatu-esque way. It's a glorious bit of film, and the ending is suitably shocking...Another winner!

Chapter 3 - 'Anna of the Six Towns'
I love 'Doctor Who'. It's my favourite thing in the whole wide world. And I think the creators of this series like 'Doctor Who' as well. They like it so much, that they take inspiration from the show without ever ripping it off or sending it up - rather, they twist the elements they have taken and mould it to fit their own series. It's nicely done, and lots of fun for those who get the references. And those who don't - it doesn't matter anyway!
       
The cliffhanger from Chapter 2 is resolved in a humorous way, seeing 'Doctor' Newlyn getting whacked around the head by a girl who must surely go on to be his new companion (anyone remember how the Eleventh Doctor and the grown-up Amy Pond first met?).

Anna is a wonderful character (and she also happens to be an investigative journalist), and is a wonderful foil for Newlyn. Admittedly, the tiny bit of romantic tension when they first met made me cringe a little, but this isn't a show that can really allow for them to spend great periods of time falling in love, so we'll excuse it. 

Once again, the plot is furthered, with a few strands from Chapter 1 being nicely tied up (for instance, who Richard was waiting for when he was attacked). The title of the series itself also starts to make sense here, and one assumes that the audience is intended to 'cotton on' before the characters within the show. That's all I'm saying though, spoilers!

The final clip has a nice cliffhanger (that you can't truly appreciate unless you paid attention to Chapter 1 and know who, or rather, what, The Servant is - so make sure you watch it!), and a little joke bound to put a knowing smile on the face of every Whovian. It once again reminds us that this show is fun. And a little bit scary!

A special mention must go to Rachel Shenton, famous for her role in teen soap Hollyoaks, who gives an enthusiastic performance here, and she and Anthony Miles have a great rapport on-screen.

Two more fantastic installments that musn't be missed! And, I suppose, a rather nice way of passing the time waiting for 'Doctor Who' to come back, as well! ;)

Watch these Chapters here:

More About 'Blood and Bone China'
Twitter: @BloodBoneChina

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

Blood and Bone China, Overview and Chapter 1 Review

A web series is a wonderful thing. Short, captivating installments of a show, made on the cheap but by very talented and dedicated people, they can gain huge cult followings. It seems, however, that one such series managed to slip under my radar. Yet, through the glories of Twitter, I was able to fall into the sordid world of 'Blood and Bone China'.

It certainly ticks all but one of the boxes of a typical web-series. The episodes are short and captivating, and those on and behind the camera are tremendously dedicated to bringing forth a hugely entertaining succession of installments. But somehow, it doesn't seem cheap. The sets are lavish, the fake blood (which so many big budget horrors get wrong) is very realistic, and it has special effects that wouldn't be out of place on a mainstream sci-fi show. 'Blood and Bone China', within the first ten minutes, slapped me around the face and told me to pay attention. This is not a show to be missed!

So, what's it about? Good question, and one of the big factors of this show is that you don't really know, to begin with. Like a novel (of which more in a moment), the plot unfolds slowly, but maintains your interest with intriguing events and some wonderfully perverse characters. I shall give a bit of detail, plotwise, on each of the episodes, or 'Chapters', but not much. If you want to know what happens, watch them!
       As for the setting, 'Blood and Bone China' is Victorian England, 1897, right out of a Hammer Horror film, with all the 'behind-closed-doors naughtiness' and mystery that that entails. The setting, and overall plot, is also clearly influenced by the Gothic Horrors that were written during the time this show is set. Indeed, with its' carefully crafted storyline, and deep and sordid characters, not to mention the fact that the installments are labelled as 'Chapters' rather than 'Episodes', 'Blood and Bone China' itself feels like a Gothic novel, or one of the episodic Penny Dreadfuls of the day. Just a bit more modern in its' execution!

CHAPTER 1 - 'Oblivion and Paradise'
Chapter 1 begins the story, by revealing that a Dr. Richard Howell has made some sort of disturbing discovery, that could also prove dangerous. During an attempt to deliever a package, he is attacked by a Vampire, and the story begins....

The lively opening sequence kicks things off nicely - a pacy, slap-in-the-face affair with a catchy punk theme tune (courtesy of the band Birthrite), and teasing glimpses of some of the friends and freaks we'll be meeting on this journey. It works well, and once you've seen it, it's impossible to NOT watch the rest!

Once the Chapter starts proper, we're given some lovely glimpses of Stoke-On-Trent, and the inside of Dr. Howell's study/lab. The attention to detail here is excellent, all skeletons and bizarre drawings, not to mention the token lit candle that every self-respecting Gothic horror should feature at some point. Accompanied by a haunting choir score, this is the first example of everything falling into place very quickly.

Another thing that falls into place very quickly is the acting. Simon Hooson, as Dr. Richard Howell, brings forth the characters determination and torment with carefully observed skill. He purveys the haunted nature of the man very well, and with complete conviction. 
       By contrast, Richard's relative, the vet Newlyn Howell, is awkward and rather absent-minded. Seeing him at work, falling over and generally letting things get on top of him, the audience is instantly on his side. Anthony Miles channels his inner-Peter Davison here, but adds a charm and eagerness all of his own.
        Then there is the sumptuous Lara De-Leuw as Lady Victoria, a truly wicked she-Vampire, and servant of a mysterious figure known as Linus Hemlock. Miss De-Leuw plays Lady Victoria as an utterly vicious, totally evil monster, and she nails it. She evidently relishes the role of villain, and makes her character both scary and sexy. Indeed, if there's one thing I cannot resist, it's beautiful Vampiric vixen bathing in blood.
       The rest of the cast are all brilliant, and it's safe to assume that as the plot unravels, we will be seeing more of them. Special mentions must go to Ryan Callaghan, as 'The Servent', who is reminiscent of 'Bad-Angel' in Buffy, and John Dutton as Farmer Hewitt, who has hilarious comic timing.

Directed with flair and passion by Chris Stone, and with a spot-on script and superb cast, 'Blood and Bone China' is unmissable stuff. Sexy, scary, gripping, and bloody, this should be number one on your viewing list. And you can do it right now! Chapter 1 - 'Oblivion and Paradise'

More About 'Blood and Bone China'
Twitter: @BloodBoneChina

Friday, 2 March 2012

House of Dracula (1945) - A Review



The ‘House of Dracula’ is yet another of the Universal sequels, with familiar monsters, convoluted mad Doctor plotlines and clichés galore. But it’s also rather good…

Dracula (John Carradine, in a chilling, dignified performance), has decided he wants to be cured of his vampirism and evil-ness, seeking out kindly Doctor Franz Edelmann (Onslow Stevens) to aid him. Of course, Dracula is lying (the fiend!), using the ploy to get close to the Doctor’s daughter, the sumptuous Milizia (Martha O’Driscoll). In a series of insane events, however, the plot spirals out of control, as Lawrence Talbot turns up wanting to be cured of his lycanthropy (and Lon Chaney, Jr. gives yet another fantastic performance as the haunted Wolfman), Frankenstein’s monster is found buried in the sand, and Dracula possesses Dr. Franz via his bloodstream!

This film offers nothing especially new to the Universal horror table, and many of the clichés and settings are much the same as in previous sequels ‘House of Frankenstein’ and ‘The Ghost of Frankenstein’. It is, however, wonderfully enjoyable, and gorgeously directed by Erle C. Kenton.

We get to see Dracula actually transform into a bat before our very eyes (a big thing for audiences at the time), and Dr. Franz go from a force for good, to Mr. Hyde-esque vulgarity. Yes, Frankenstein’s monster (played by Glenn Strange, who made the part his own in three movies) is tacked on and used at the end just to bring the house down (literally), but his inclusion adds to the fun. The shot of him buried in the sand is also suitably chilling.

Lon Chaney, Jr. is splendid as Talbot. Indeed, being the only actor to have played the Wolfman and his human counterpart in all the original Universal films, you get the sense that Chaney understood his character. Unlike the lumbering monster, or the cold evil of Dracula, Chaney gives Talbot real emotional depth, and the scenes in this film with Talbot in human form are far more interesting than when he becomes the Wolfman. It’s a joy at the end, to learn that he has finally been cured of his lycanthropy.

As a Bela Lugosi fan, it’s always a sorry point to look at how his career declined, and a sad fact that he never reprised Dracula on screen (in a horror film, at least). Carradine, however, is simply excellent. Rather than imitating Lugosi, he makes the role his own, taking explicit inspiration from the original Bram Stoker novel. He manages to be both suave and malicious, devious and sadistic. It’s all there. It is, however, a surprise that his character is killed off so soon, considering the film bares his name. It’s Dr. Franz who takes over as chief villain, possessed by Dracula and essentially becoming a Mr. Hyde subtitute.

One ‘monster’ in the film who is not evil at all, is the lovely Nina (Jane Adams). A beautiful, intelligent lady, Nina is also a hunchback, and the use of such an attractive lady to play the part of somebody with a disfigurement really adds character and depth to the film. It’s a masterstroke, and Jane Adams does the role justice.

‘House of Dracula’ is a great popcorn flick. Action, suspense, characters with depth, the usual lush settings of towers and caverns, and four super monsters duking it out…all packed into a mere 65 minutes. 


A must-see for any horror fan!

Friday, 24 February 2012

The Ghost of Frankenstein (1942) - A Review



 


 'The Ghost of Frankenstein' is the fourth in the long line of horror movies based upon Mary Shelley's creation, and is the first NOT to feature Boris Karloff as the monster. However, the film does assemble a stellar line-up of Universal favourites, including Lionel Atwill, Bela Lugosi, and Lon Chaney, Jr as the Monster.

The movie involves Frankenstein's monster once again being reawakened from his sulphurous tomb, and, led by Ygor (in a wonderfully perverse portrayal from Lugosi), sets off to find the son of his creator (the previous film was actually called 'Son of Frankenstein', and the Frankenstein in 'Ghost...' is the brother of the other son). Before long, this other Dr. Frankenstein (played by Sir Cedric Hardwicke) plans to replace the diseased brain of the Monster with the brain of a good person, curing the creature of its' evil. But Ygor, and the mislead Dr. Bohmer (Lionel Atwill) have other plans....

Unlike the previous three films, the plot here is decidely sillier and less important, and would set the scene for pretty much every sequel afterward. Mad scientists, incomprehensible science, and dead characters returning from the grave in ever more convoluted ways would become the standard. What  matters here is less what happens, and more, how it happens. 

Right from the off, the audience is drawn in to the so-called 'Curse of Frankenstein', with the ending of the previous movie explained away, and the return of the Monster from its' sulpher tomb dealt with just minutes after the opening credits. The angry mob, carrying their flaming torches and raiding a ruined castle to rid it of the evil within, has now become a staple of those old Universal films, and a cliche. It's a short-hand way of setting the scene and stirring up the action, and it is highly effective, if rather unoriginal. 
        Indeed, this film feels like a 'best of' of the Frankenstein films, with little in the way of totally fresh ideas. The Monster becoming friends with a little girl, for instance, is very similar to the 'flowers in the pond' sequence in the original, although there is no disturbing child death here. Saying that, the friendship between the Monster and the little girl (in a wonderful and honest performance by Janet Ann Gallow) is a beautiful sight to behold, and their initial meeting in the movie is one of the films' strongest moments.

Performance-wise, 'The Ghost of Frankenstein' is excellent. Bela Lugosi brings delightful menace to the character of Ygor, without going over the top. Seeing him play that peculiar horn in order to lure the Monster toward him is strangely fascinating, and his delivery of such poetic lines as, "Your father was Frankenstein, but your mother was the lightning!" is absolutely spot-on. 
        Indeed, despite the unoriginality of the plot, and the out-and-out lunacy of the brain-transplant idea (which comes to a head when Ygor has his brain put inside the Monster, so he can have a stronger body with which to rule the world!), Scott Darling and Eric Taylor conjured some gorgeous lines of dialogue in order to create a truly fantastical world, and it's something rarely seen in horror movies today.
        As Ludwig Frankenstein, Sir Cedric Hardwicke is believable, mislead, and not at all as villanous as one might expect. He brings a dignity to the role, and a fallibility that allows the audience to sympathise with him. Frankenstein's motives here are totally good, to rid the Monster of its' evil, and Hardwicke emphasizes this with his performance.
       Lionel Atwill, as the mislead Doctor Bohmer, is also believable, to a point. Once Ygor tells him that he has to put Ygor's brain into the Monsters body so he can rule all (without Frankenstein knowing, of course), you do have to wonder what Bohmer was thinking, going along with idea! But Atwill brings a nice edge to the character, and he also has a tremendous death scene as well, which is a nice plus.
         As the 'good guys' of the film, both Ralph Bellamy (as town prosector Erik), and Evelyn Ankers (as Frankenstein's Daughter, Elsa), have little depth or much in the way of memorable dialogue. The film favours the villains, and so Erik is the do-gooder who saves the day, and Elsa Frankenstein just has to act anxious a lot, scream when she has to, and look good doing it (and miss Ankers is utterly stunning - it's very hard to take your eyes off her!). They fulfill a specific role, and that's all that can be said, really.
        Lon Chaney, Jr, best known for playing the Wolfman, must have had the most difficult job. Boris Karloff had made the monster his own in three excellent movies, and yet, Chaney, Jr. takes on the role with gusto. Yes, he is perhaps the most miserable-looking of all the Monsters (which is no mean feat!), but he brings a touch of depth to the creature, particularly in the scenes with the little girl. He doesn't merely lumber around and roar, there's a subtle touch of substance that helps the audience relate to him. Lon Chaney, Jr. perhaps wasn't quite as good as Karloff in this particular role, but he does his best, and it's hard not to feel sorry for him when the angry civilians attack him (on more than one occasion!).

The climax of the film, all electric shocks and explosions, is very good, sharply directed by Erle C. Kenton, and not anywhere near as rushed as the endings of some later sequels. The production values in 'Ghost...' were not as great as the previous three installments', but Kenton, and producer George Waggner, ensured that they did the best with the resources they had at the time, and their ingenuity shines through.



All in all, 'The Ghost of Frankenstein' is the movie where things started to get silly. The depth and originality of the earlier films was discarded in place of audience-pleasing cliches and over-the-top mad scientist plots. But it is still a wonderful film. At times chilling, at times beautiful, poetic, funny, haunting, and lots and lots of fun, 'The Ghost of Frankenstein' is still a gem, with a top-rate cast and decent production values. If you fancy a slice of old-school horror, but want it with added popcorn-lunacy, this is the film for you. Indeed, it's a testament to the how good the film is, that horror-punkers The Misfits wrote a song about it last year. 'The Ghost of Frankenstein' lives on!

                                                  THE MISFITS: THE GHOST OF FRANKENSTEIN

Thursday, 23 February 2012

'Living Dead Girl' (1982) - A Review





'The Living Dead Girl', or 'La Mort Vivante', is a French film by Jean Rollin, about a reanimated corpse who returns to her old house, and finds her living childhood friend, Hélène. Catherine Valmont is the corpse in question, and is played with a  sort of innocent menace by Marina Pierro. In fact, all of the performances in this film are strong, and uniformly subtle. The problem is, they're also rather subdued, and along with the beautiful but quaint direction, the film feels a bit lacksture.

Scipt-wise, too, the movie is a bit of an odd combination. Moments of extreme (if fake-looking) gore, and harsh violence, are counterbalanced by a sort of ghost-story quality that wouldn't seem out of place in a Sunday afternoon drama. It's also very slow. The first hour essentially involves Catherine wandering around, occassionally killing people, sometimes switching to a pair of holidaying Americans (for their scenes, the language is English with no subtitles), Barbara and Greg, who do inject some humour to the otherwise lazy pace of the movie. 

Despite these criticisms, though, 'The Living Dead Girl' is a fun curiosity. Marina Pierro is fantastic as Catherine, and looks bloody good naked and blood-spattered. There's also some lovely location work, and a few delightfully gory moments to chortle at. 'The Living Dead Girl' is not a perfect movie, but it's an entertaining if slow romp. Recommended for fans of cult, Foreign horror flicks, or zombie films with a difference.




Directed by Jean Rollin
Produced by Sam Selsky
Written by Jacques Ralf
Jean Rollin
Starring Marina Pierro
Françoise Blanchard
Mike Marshall
Carina Barone
Fanny Magieri
Patricia Besnard-Rousseau
Veronique Pinson
Sandrine Morel
Delphine Laporte
Jean Cherlian
Jean-Pierre Bouyxou
Music by Philippe D'Arm
Editing by Janette Kronegger
Distributed by Films A.B.C.
Films Aleriaz
Films du Yaka
Release date(s) 1982
Running time 86 mins
Country  France
Language French
English
























Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Alice Cooper's Top 5 Horror Movies

Alice Cooper, the legendary shock rocker, picks five of his favourite horror movies. All I can say is, the man has taste! Just another reason to worship him...

Once Upon A Time...

Once Upon A Time...

Once upon a time,
In a land so far away,
Lived a gorgeous little beauty,
Who smiled every day.

She smiled as she sang,
She smiled as she ate.
She smiled as she ripped,
Her brother’s face off with a rake.

Never did her smile falter,
As blood gushed everywhere.
She was glad to see the bastard dead,
For he’d brought her to despair.

When she was put on trial,
She grinned the whole way through.
Asked if she thought she’d reoffend,
She said, “My Lord, I do!”

Death was her swift sentence,
By hanging, as it were.
She did her hair and make-up,
So her corpse would swing with verve.

And swing it did for minutes,
A cold but pretty stiff.
The guards were so aroused,
They thought they’d have a bit.

By now she was in Hell,
Burning for all time.
But the little bitch still smiled,
As the Devil said, “You’re mine!”

Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012

The Misfits: 'The Devil's Rain' - A Review

The Misfits. A cult horror-punk band so influential, their inspiration can be noted from bands as diverse as Metallica, Guns 'N' Roses, and The Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Their grinning Skull logo is instantly recognisable (even though it was nabbed from a Marilyn Monroe movie, along with the band name), and they even have their own fan club.

But today, The Misfits aren't 'anywhere near as good as they used to be'. Not since Glenn Danzig left and the band first split back in the 80s. So many die-hard fans disregarded the 90s comeback with new vocalist Michale Graves, and snort with derision at the latest incarnation, which has seen the band's creator and bassist, Jerry Only, singing along to their haunting hymns. Without going into any sort of overlong band-history examination or defence, I'm going to say one thing. Those 'fans' are wrong. The Misfits were great when they came back, and I would argue that now, they're at their peak.

The Devil's Rain is the first full-length, original Misfits album for a Hell of a long time. After Graves was booted from the line-up, and Only took over as singer as well as bassist, the band released a rather good covers album of 1950s rock'n'roll songs, and then a 2 track single in 2009 about zombies, before finally unleashing The Devil's Rain upon the world. This new album lacks the raw, ugly aggression of the Danzig era, or the confrontational punk-metal of the Graves era, instead opting for a heavy-sounding rockabilly record. Apart from a few growling instances here and there, Only croons rather than screams, and there's a lack of swearing and overly-violent themes in the lyrics. This is an album more about the music itself than the shock value, an album that is proud to feature all of the horror hallmarks we've come to love from these guys, but with a new level of musicianship and polish rarely before heard in this band.

The opening track, and indeed the title track, is a mid-paced, melodic rocker. It's absolutely the right choice for an album opener, drawing the listener in with that thunderstorm sound-effect and the rising sound of the drums. Then the riff kicks in and we're off! It's a ridiculously catchy song, the lyrics no doubt inspired by the old-school horror film of the same name, and it's virtually impossible not to sing along to the chorus. We get a lovely guitar solo, courtesy of Dez Cadena, whose playing on this album is top notch, and a pounding and hypnotic drum beat from Eric Arce that drives the whole song. Straight away, the listener knows what to expect, and those after a 'Last Caress' or 'Attitude' will be extremely let down. Their loss!

Things do speed up with 'Vivid Red' though, an edge of thrashy aggression that, alongside the slightly more upbeat 'The Black Hole', wouldn't seem out of place on American Psycho or Famous Monsters. These tracks are separated by re-recordings of the songs from the 2009 EP, Land of the Dead. Both 'Land of the Dead' and 'Twilight of the Dead' are fantastic tracks, and the re-recordings are successful (although I personally prefer the original version of 'Twilight of the Dead'). The songs are catchy, singalong zombie anthems, and listening to them, one has to thank the stars that Jerry Only has retained his love of horror movies over the years in order to keep writing such fun lyrics.

It's all uphill from here, too. 'Cold in Hell', 'Unexplained', and 'Curse of the Mummy's Hand' are all heavy rock'n'roll anthems made for the live atmosphere (no surprise that on their latest tour, the band are playing pretty much every track off this album!), with Cadena really showing off his technical prowess. 'Dark Shadows' (based on the classic TV series and upcoming Tim Burton film) and 'Father' are a pair of Vampire laments that sound so fresh and original, even though Vampires have been done to death just recently.

'Jack the Ripper' picks up the pace a bit, with screeching guitars and aggressive growling from Only, alongside Arce's pounding drums. This is as close to a heavy metal song that The Misfits have probably ever done, sounding like a NWOBHM band in their prime. 'Monkey's Paw' slows things down a bit, essentially a 1950s love song, but about a cursed object that grants three dangerous wishes to its' owner.
'Where Do They Go?' again sounds like a catchy 50s track, with two female backing vocalists adding to the feeling. However, despite the upbeat and nostalgic tone of the song, its' subject matter is actually very dark - Only is singing about the many hundreds, or even thousands, of women found dead or having vanished in the Mexican city of Juarez. Taking something so nasty, and singing about it in such an upbeat way is pure Misfits!

Two of the remaining three tracks are, for me, a mixed bag. 'Sleepwalkin'' is catchy enough, but a bit long, and the same can be said for the album closer 'Death Ray', although kudos must go to the band for recreating all those science-fiction sounds. Between these songs, though, is 'The Ghost of Frankenstein'. All I can say is... gorgeous! Catchy, haunting, atmospheric...this is the clincher, the song that proves once and for all that The Misfits are as good, if not better, than ever before.

This may be a controversial statement, but I would argue that The Devil's Rain is THE best Misfits album ever. A collection of heavy, catchy songs about horror films and murders, with a trio of musicians at the top of their game, and only the barest bit of flab bringing the side down a touch. Go and listen to it with an open mind. You might just like what you hear.... 

Click on the songs below to give them a listen....
The Devil's Rain
02. "Vivid Red"
03. "Land Of The Dead" (album version)
05. "Twilight Of The Dead" (album version)

The Misfits Are:
Jerry Only - Vocals and bass 
Dez Cadena - Guitar
Eric "Chubacabra" Arce - Drums