Tuesday Terror Trivia for 6/1!

In this game, players would attempt to construct and complete a hanging luminescent skeleton, one bone at a time. However, they had to be on the lookout for the dreaded Stakes -- amassing enough of them could send your bones back to the casket! What was the name of this game?

Dennis Hopper 1936-2010

I graduated from college in May of 1986 and accepted my first full-time job in September of that year. Before I was pulling a steady paycheck, I was a pretty faithful filmgoer, catching at least one movie every week, but when the bucks started rolling in (my first check was for just under $600 -- I was Midas, people!), I saw everything. And when that habit kicked in during the fall of 1986, it seemed like every movie I saw featured an astonishing Dennis Hopper performance.

And what an autumn it was for him! Fresh off a late-August role in Tobe Hooper's spunky follow-up to Texas Chain Saw Massacre, along came an acclaimed performance in the bracing River's Edge (the talk of Canadian film festivals, though not released in the US until Spring '87), his demented turn in the most brilliant film of the decade, David Lynch's Blue Velvet, and his Oscar-nominated work as Shooter in Hoosiers, a movie with a heart as big as Indiana itself. After the lost decade of the 70s, and the slow crawl back to relevance during the 80s, Hopper exploded with breath-taking suddenness with four roles in three months. Hollywood loves its comebacks, and there have been many performers who have kick-started careers after years of obscurity, but I cannot recall anyone in the last quarter-century to have done so with the flashfire intensity that Hopper demonstrated with that quartet of films during that autumn. Once nowhere, he suddenly was everywhere. (And when Black Widow opened in February of '87, there were many US theaters that were showing three Dennis Hopper movies at the same time.)

So I'm going to leave it to others to wax eloquent about his years in the shadow of James Dean, his inability to find America anywhere in 1969, or the succession of psychotic characters that often threatened to stereotype his resurgence. No, I'm just going to express my sincere thanks that, when my love affair with cinema deepened to its life-sustaining passion, Dennis Hopper was there...and there...and there. The tagline for Hoosiers was, "They needed a second chance to finish first." So did Hopper, and all fans of film are grateful he received it.

Tuesday Terror Trivia for 5/25!

One of the one-sheet poster designs for this mid-80s fright flick created smiles and a bit of controversy, as it was based upon the poster from a hit comedy film of the previous year. What is the name of this Horror film, and what movie provided the inspiration for the one-sheet?

Something in the Blood

As much as I love Kubrick's The Shining, I'm a little ashamed to say that the subject of this posting is something of which I've only recently become aware. The landmark image of a torrent of blood cascading out of an elevator at the Overlook Hotel is one of cinematic Horror's most indelible sights, but I did not know that there has been some controversy regarding it. As the deluge begins pouring out, there appears to be...something...that flops onto the floor as the blood flows over and around it. What is it? A body? Some part of a mechanism that held the liquid in abeyance until Kubrick called "Action"? Or is it a trick of the light? One needs to look very, very carefully -- but there does appear to be something there.

British filmmaker and amateur psychologist Rob Ager crafted a video examination of the footage, and posted it on YouTube --



Now, thanks to Xurgonic, we have a CGI recreation of the sequence, digitally "thickening" the viscosity of the liquid so that it flows more heavily, like real hemoglobin --



This has been highlighted on a number of movie sites this last week, with a "Gee, but isn't it interesting what they can do with computers now?" angle to the coverage. But what Xurgonic's efforts may have supplied is an answer to what, if anything, there is "falling" out of the bloodspill --



For comparison's sake, here's the original trailer --



Whaddaya think? Mystery solved?

Tuesday Terror Trivia for 5/18!

Time for a question based upon Forry Ackerman's beloved magazine, Famous Monsters of Filmland. Although it dealt primarily with the weird and wonderful of the silver screen, it also occasionally saluted the terror-filled delights of television. During its first 100 issues (and including the 10 issues of Monster Land that were later incorporated into its numbering), there were five television series that served as cover subjects -- The Outer Limits, The Munsters, The Addams Family, Dark Shadows...and what other show?

Tuesday Terror Trivia for 5/11!

Time once again to go to my Facebook profile pic. The image you see was used in advertisements for what television series?

Momma Didn't Lie, She Didn't Lie

Say what you want - If Carrie had listened to her Momma, she wouldn't have gone to the prom, they wouldn't have laughed at her, and they both might have lived to see graduation. Maybe.

Happy Mother's Day from The Jar.

Tuesday Terror Trivia for 5/4!

Piggy-backing off of the previous post...

With almost $130 million in US box office, what it the highest-grossing Horror film re-make to date?

Hitting You With the Digits

I submit the following, with little added commentary. Going back over the last three years or so, here are the opening weekend grosses for a number of wide-release Horror films in each of three categories --

RE-MAKES

A Nightmare on Elm Street (2010) - $32.9 million
The Wolfman (2010) - $30.6 million
The Crazies (2010) - $16.0 million
Friday the 13th (2009) - $43.5 million
My Bloody Valentine 3-D (2009) - $21.2 million
The Stepfather (2009) - $11.5 million
The Last House on the Left (2009) - $14.1 million
Prom Night (2008) - $20.8 million
Halloween (2007) - $30.5 million

FRANCHISES

The Final Destination (2009) - $27.4 million
Saw VI (2009) - $14.1 million
Saw V (2008) - $30.0 million
Saw IV (2007) - $31.7 million
Saw III (2006) - $33.6 million
Final Destination 3 (2006) - $19.1 million

ORIGINAL HORROR*

Daybreakers (2010) - $15.1 million
The Box (2009) - $7.5 million
Sorority Row (2009) - $5.0 million
Orphan (2009) - $12.8 million
Drag Me to Hell (2009) - $15.8 million
The Uninvited (2009) - $10.3 million
The Unborn (2009) - $19.8 million
Quarantine (2008) - $14.2 million
The Ruins (2008) - $8 million
Mirrors (2008) - $11.1 million
The Mist (2007) - $8.9 million
30 Days of Night (2007) - $15.9 million
1408 (2007) - $20.6 million

* Granted, I am taking a few liberties with the concept of "original" Horror, as some of these are re-makes of relatively obscure films, or based on other material, but essentially they stand or fall on their own merits - or lack thereof.

So - given these figures...You're a studio exec. What are you gonna greenlight? Even rapturous reviews and an A-list director couldn't put butts in seats for Drag Me to Hell. Audiences turned out in twice the numbers for Elm Street - because they knew Freddy.

To Elm and Back

Film Review - A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET (2010)
Screenplay by Wesley Strick and Eric Heisserer
Based on characters created by Wes Craven
Directed by Samuel Bayer

Okay, let me get my Freddy Krueger heresy out of the way and up front; I hate the majority of Elm Street movies. Despise them. Loathe them with a white-hot intensity usually only reserved for certain odious people and things connected with the Red States. In the alternate dimension that is SenskiLand (Population: One), I hold only a handful of Freddy productions as Krueger Canon: the first two films, Craven's wonderful deconstructed 1994 follow-up, and, when pressed, I'll throw in the comic book slug-fest that had Freddy exchanging blows with a certain hockey-masked, machete-wielding hulk, if for no other reason than the damn thing was just so much giddy fun. (Bonus - Toss in the two Steve Gerber-scripted issues of Marvel's B&W NOES magazine, which perfectly captured a perverse, surreal vibe that was serious and wickedly off the wall.) But from Dream Warriors on, I felt as a kindred soul to Craven, his heart sinking ever deeper into his bowels as he watched his imaginative creation morph into a cackling Borscht Belt harlequin, his killings becoming more and more absurd, his horrid burned visage softened to a palatable plastic fright mask -- and New Line Cinema laughed all the way to the bank. As each new entry rocketed to the #1 position on opening weekend (and dropped off just as quickly), the series created a new, lowball standard for Horror; outlandish kills, punctuated by rimshot one-liners. (Dr. Giggles, anyone? Or any Chucky movie after Child's Play?) Craven's original remains one of the most frightening movies ever made, with well-developed teen characters offed in ghastly ways, their deaths leaving a wound in audiences' hearts. And as flawed as the first cheap quickie sequel may be, the gay coming-out subtext remains bold 25 years later, and "You are all my children now" is one of the most chilling moments of the entire franchise. But after that? Freddy, you're dead to me. You're one of the biggest reasons Horror needed to be resuscitated in the mid 90s.

So a new Elm Street that promises to play it as serious as a nightmare-induced heart attack is unspooling to a receptive viewer in Yours Truly. But despite a positive frame of mind and expectations suitably lowered by a plethora of advance buzz ranging from the merely mediocre to the godawful, I have to report that the most grievous sin committed by this new Nightmare is that of being utterly unnecessary. It does not re-imagine, it does not re-boot. It goes through the motions, with Horror substituted by a series of jolts - reinforced by the ever-present Surround Sound stings - and takes much of the original - albeit with one important plot deviation - and replaces its Reagan-era synth and neon sheen with a grittier, under-lit, under-fed approach (most of Freddy's victims are corpse-like before they ever merit the designation) that, truth be told, will appear just as dated a quarter-century from now as the original may seem today. It's not as awful as the nay-sayers are painting it to be - the production values are too high - but it's just...there. It's designed to open at #1 to non-discriminating crowds. And yes, as I write this, it has done just that.

Since I doubt I need re-create the backstory for readers of this blog, suffice it to say that Krueger is once again slaying teenagers in their sleep, and like the old wives' tale about dreams of falling and the necessity of waking before you hit the ground, Dead in Freddyland equals Dead in the Real World. The difference here is his motivation. Whereas Krueger84 was killing kids as a means of exacting revenge on the parents who burned him to death for murdering children, Krueger2010 may be a child molester, condemned by the testimony of preschoolers where he worked as a gardener (shades of the McMartin School case of the late 80s). Note that I say "may" be, as the movie keeps the issue ambiguous for a not-long-enough period (it ultimately provides an answer, but a gutsier approach would have been to keep it open-ended - Freddy wound up becoming an anti-hero through his sequel shenanigans, but it would have been a bold and controversial move to leave the matter hanging). So sixteen teens are on Freddy's "To Do" list, and as the movie opens, there aren't many left to cross off. It's best not to ask yourself how that many kids could simultaneously suppress a memory a little more than a decade old, but if you're in for the pound of a man who kills you in your dreams, you're in for this penny too, I guess. A good many beats and images are lifted directly from the original film, including one too many trips to the "Freddy's glove makes sparks" well. There's also a moment recreated from the finale of the 84 version, with the aid of a well-placed mirror. That it happens to the worst performer in the film brought a smile of schadenfreude to my face.

The teens are a sullen and pasty lot, their personae pretty much interchangeable. I was longing for some John Hughes archetypes to at least give these young actors some dramatic meat to chew on; Kyle Gallner, Rooney Mara and Thomas Dekker are giving their all, and Gallner more than most, having to play an important scene incongruously dressed in nothing more than a Speedo. (Note to all Twilight freaks looking for their Kellan Lutz fix - Don't spend too much time giggling, texting and dawdling in the lobby, or you'll miss what you came for, 'kay?) So naturally my attention - and concern - turns to Jackie Earle Haley, inheritor of the fedora and the knife-fingered glove. He's given the unenviable task of finding a voice for Freddy that is both noticeably different from Robert Englund's, as well as his own throaty rumblings as Watchmen's Rorschach. I'd say he largely succeeds, by dint of the fact that this is a not very talkative Freddy, and the mordant wit that spiraled out of control in the latter films is mostly kept in check here.* He's a slight figure, but precisely the type that would requires the element of surprise to physically overcome his prey. But the make-up...eh. It fails on two counts: it's not expressive enough to allow an actor's emotions easy egress, and it's not unsettling enough to make an audience dread seeing it each time it's onscreen. Back in 1988 I was mildly traumatized by the work done on Richard Lynch in Bad Dreams (accused of being a simple Elm Street rip-off at the time, but much better than that). Gobbets of flesh hanging from the skull, exposed cutaneous fat, one eye cooked to opaqueness - now THAT was a burn victim, and I flinched every time he appeared. Much was made of the claim that this new Freddy is based on that of real casualties. Trust me - they could have found inspiration that was far worse. Haley would have been aided in his performance, and New Line would have had a REAL reason to keep Freddy's face under wraps.

That would have involved risk, and Platinum Dunes' approach does not allow for risk. That approach is about getting into theaters and grabbing a big Friday opening before the film can be Tweeted to death. While I suspect that a good many disgruntled ticket-buyers feel that way because they miss the jokey, anything-goes approach of the late 80s, those of us looking for that sense of accumulating dread that Freddy was birthed in are sure to be just as disappointed. So when the next re-vamp rolls around in 26 years (I'll be 73, and they'll just plug it directly into my cerebral cortex), may it be in the hands of filmmakers brave enough to charter a new route to a familiar street.

But bring back the old crimson, flickering New Line logo. That would have been cool.

* We see scenes of a pre-burn Krueger playing with the schoolkids. A revolutionary stroke would have been for him to keep that same relationship with the children-now-teens, and reflected in the dialogue. "Want to see something pretty that I have for you, Nancy?" Delivered without irony, it would have been profoundly different - and very unnerving.