Jade (1995)

By the time the 1990’s rolled around William Friedkin wasn’t exactly having the best of luck. Friedkin closed out the 80’s with the brilliant Rampage (1987) although due to the films production company going belly up the film was shelved and didn’t actually see a theatrical release until 5 years later in 1992 and even then the film still flew under the radar. Friedkin followed up Rampage with The Guardian (1990), a film which earned him some of the harshest reviews of his career and to this day the film remains one of, if not Friedkin’s most unfairly bashed films. Fast forward to 1995. By the mid-90’s the erotic thriller was at its peak in popularity. Thanks to the massive success of Basic Instinct (1992) it seemed the public just couldn’t get enough with video store shelves being stocked full of straight to VHS erotic potboilers and late night cable programming being dominated by the subgenre. With a script by Joe Eszterhas who wrote Basic Instinct and featuring a top shelf cast Jade seemed like a surefire hit for Friedkin. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case as the film bombed at the box office and was torn apart by critics resulting in Jade becoming one of Friedkin’s least popular films, right up there with The Guardian and just like The Guardian, Jade is an underappreciated and under seen film that deserves so much better.

Kyle Medford, a wealthy San Francisco art dealer is found dead in his apartment after being sliced up with an antique hatchet. While investigating the crime scene, police not only find fingerprints on the hatchet but also uncover photos of various high profile men in compromising positions with prostitutes, including the Governor of California. The prints on the hatchet are discovered to be those of clinical psychologist Trina Gavin (Linda Fiorentino), making things complicated for David Corelli (David Caruso) the district attorney on the case as not only is Trina an ex-lover of Corelli, she is the wife of Matt Gavin (Chazz Palminteri), a high powered lawyer and Corelli’s best friend. While delving further into the prostitution angle of the case Corelli learns of the favorite prostitute of all the men in the photographs, a woman known only as “Jade” and once again all the fingers point to Trina Gavin. As more people with crucial information pertaining to the case end up murdered, Corelli continues to struggle with his personal feelings towards the case while racing to catch the culprit and figuring out just how the mysterious “Jade” factors in the killings.

There are two things that could have contributed to the disastrous reputation of Jade upon its original release. The first being that the 95 minute R rated cut that was released to theatres was butchered by 12 minutes and the second being that the majority of the public let their opinions be swayed by the numerous negative reviews and never bothered to give the film a chance. No matter what the cause was its a shame either way because Jade, in its unrated, 107 minute version is a rock-solid pulpy murder mystery made with a unique Friedkin style with spoonfuls of Eszterhas sleaze (despite the fact that Friedkin basically re-wrote the entire script). The most common complaint leveled at the film is that its convoluted. To be fair, there is an awful lot going on in the film and while the revelation during the climax does seem a bit blindsiding, at the same time the film as a whole isn’t exactly hard to follow and everything that gets piled onto the storyline does serve a purpose in enhancing the mystery. All the classic whodunit elements are in place and then some, there’s murder, blackmail, adultery and red hearings a plenty. Freidkin even tosses in some political and police corruption for good measure and with all these salacious components overlapping each other the film is never short on intrigue, and both the scorching presence and performance of Linda Fiorentino takes the film to another level along with the rest of the films flawless cast.

Jade was obviously well taken care of in the budget department resulting in one of Friedkin’s slickest looking films. The opening credits sequence is particularly memorable with Friedkin letting the camera give a first person tour of Kyle Medford’s extravagantly decorated residence featuring some really unusual and striking artifacts and artwork ranging from paintings, sculptures, statues and fertility masks which play a pretty big part in what’s soon to follow. Friedkin also took full advantage of the San Francisco locations, more specifically the city’s steep streets which lend themselves to one of Friedkin’s calling cards, the car chase, and the one he designed for Jade is especially remarkable. Not only is it precisely crafted and filmed with masterful camerawork and editing, not to mention nerve wracking in its intensity but Friedkin does something a bit different by slowing the action down by staging a portion of the chase in the middle of a crowded Chinatown street parade. On paper the idea of a “slow” car chase might sound absurd and it does happen to be one thing cited by detractors of the film as a negative aspect but Friedkin finds a way to keep it visually interesting with the crowds of people involved in the scene and all the Asian parade floats. In way its actually Friedkin channeling Hitchcock, creating chaos and confusion in a crowded public place, one of Hitchcock’s favorite motifs and Friedkin even tips his hat visually to the classic Italian thrillers he’s so fond of during the films climax.

Jade had a pretty interesting back story including a fairly well documented butting of heads between Friedkin and Eszterhas due to Friedkin’s extensive script re-writes which led to Eszterhas threatening to have his name taken off the film until he settled with the studio for a lucrative payoff. In his memoir The Friedkin Connection, Freidkin sort of glosses over the controversy but does stand by the film and has gone on record saying its one of his favorites, although he feels that because of the films poor performance he let down the cast along with his wife Sherry Lansing who at the time was a higher up at Paramount, the studio behind the film. Its the kind of production history that would be prime for a behind the scenes feature as an extra on a DVD but alas, not only have all versions of Jade that have made it to disc been bare bones, all have featured the R rated cut, the 107 unrated version is still only available on VHS. The tape is obviously worth tracking down as its the way the film was meant to be seen in the first place. Jade might not be Friedkin’s best film but its a film deserving of a reassessment and fans who’ve yet to see it should give it a chance as its far better than what popular consensus might lead some to believe.

Wild at Heart (1990)

AKA Sailor and Lula

In June 2013 while giving an interview promoting his album The Big Dream, David Lynch made a depressing statement claiming his future as a filmmaker was uncertain, citing the current state of the industry saying “With alternative cinema, any sort of cinema that isn't mainstream , you're fresh out of luck in terms of getting theatre space and having people come to see it… Unfortunately, my ideas are not what you'd call commercial, and money really drives the boat these days. So I don't know what my future is. I don't have a clue what I'm going to be able to do in the world of cinema." While Lynch is hardly an obscure name as the man said, his stuff just isn’t multiplex material and while it might seem strange to those unaware of the phenomenon that was Lynch’s television series Twin Peaks but back in the early 90’s the thought of Lynch having trouble getting funds seemed almost as strange as his films. Still, despite the success of Twin Peaks, Lynch’s films remained dividing as ever. During the height of Twin Peaks’ acclaim, Wild at Heart was released and per usual the film, based on Barry Gifford’s book of the same name, divided both critics and audiences every which way and it still remains one of Lynch’s most polarizing films, as well as one of his most off the wall and entertaining.

After serving a 22 month sentence for manslaughter Elvis obsessed bad boy Sailor Ripley (Nicholas Case) is greeted at the prison gates by his equally free-spirited girlfriend Lula (Laura Dern) and the two immediacy rekindle their fiery romance, much to the chagrin of Lula’s domineering mother Marietta (Diane Ladd) who despises Sailor and is determined to end the relationship between him and Lula any way possible. Looking to get away from it all, Sailor and Lula hit the road, a decision which infuriates Marietta who sends her private eye “boyfriend” Johnnie Farragut (Harry Dean Stanton) to find the two while also hiring gangster Marcellus Santos to put a hit out on Sailor. At first oblivious to it all, Sailor and Lula continue on their journey, along the way encountering one odd, and ultimately dangerous character and situation after another.

Wild at Heart has the distinction of being one of Lynch’s more “user friendly” films while at the same time still being a completely psychotic piece of cinema bound to alienate more than it attracts. Like the majority of Lynch’s output its the type of film that simply cannot be pigeonholed into one genre or another. Its a road movie sure, yet its unlike any other road movie to come before or after it. This is a (head) trip across David Lynch’s America, a strange and at times horrifying, nightmarish place yet there are times where its also very beautiful. The film is also an absurdist comedy when it wants to be and the films bizarre style of humor actually wouldn’t feel all that out of place in a John Waters film but there’s something about it that it certifiably Lynch. Really though the film is essentially a love story and its the romance between Sailor and Lula that’s the centerpiece of the film and where those moments of beauty come into play, as Lynch himself described the film as about “finding love in Hell”. The film has a habit of going from one extreme to the next, oftentimes going from sweet and funny one moment to terrifying and violent the next without warring with jolting doses of classic Lynch surrealism tossed in all throughout the film. These abrupt changes in tone are usually cited by detractors of the film but in actuality they suit the style of this type of film perfectly.

Both Cage and Dern were born to play the roles of Sailor and Lula. Cage, complete with snakeskin jacket, is charisma personified with the Elvis mannerisms down to a science and Dern perfectly captured both Lula’s youthful idealism and naivety along with her fierce sexuality and resolve. As (brilliantly) over the top as both get in their performances, its again their romance that drives the film and the love the two  share for each other comes across as more than legitimate. Alongside Cage and Dern is perhaps the best cast Lynch ever assembled. Diane Ladd, Dern’s real life mother really goes for it and deserves extra praise for her unhinged performance. Ladd does wonders for the film in the comedic department, bringing the right amount of camp to Marietta while still being believable as a complete lunatic. As fantastic as Cage, Dern and Ladd are, stealing the show is Willem Dafoe as the slimy hitman Bobby Peru. Although Dafoe doesn’t enter until late in the film and isn’t actually in it for very long the impression left by his character is strong enough to completely own the film. Also making memorable appearances are Crispen Glover in one of the films most celebrated comedic segments, fellow Lynch regulars and Twin Peaks alum Grace Zabriskie, Isabella Rossellini, Jack Nance, Sherilyn Fenn and Laura Palmer herself Sheryl Lee in a scene that, despite the films constant references to The Wizard of Oz (1939) still seems to come out of nowhere, even for a film like this.

Lynch was tailor made to direct a road film with much of the films scenery being prime for Lynch’s signature iconography. Lynch’s attention to detail both visually and sonically is apparent right from the opening credits where the films reoccurring visual motif of fire is immediately established. All throughout the film Lynch offers a plethora of extreme close up’s of lit matches and the end of cigarettes as well as flashbacks to a massive fire which plays a major factor storyline wise, all accompanied by monolithic sounding low end sound effects. If Wild at Heart isn’t Lynch’s loudest film its damn close, in fact when the film premiered at the Cannes Film Festival the technicians thought Lynch was joking when he requested the volume levels to be raised so high. As is always the case with Lynch the song selections for the soundtrack are impeccable proving once again that when it comes to matching picture with sound Lynch is untouchable and its often the songs that make the scene for instance the guitar twang of an instrumental version of Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” playing while Sailor and Lula drive along a desolate highway featuring Lynch’s trademark shots of the open road at night. Also featured prominently in the film is “Slaughterhouse”, courtesy of underrated thrashers Powermad who even make an appearance in the film and of course there’s the two Elvis songs “Love Me” and “Love Me Tender” performed by Cage himself not to mention the contributions from the always reliable Angelo Badalamenti.

French poster and various DVD/Blu-ray releases for the film under
the Sailor et Lulu title.

Wild at Heart not only premiered at the 1990 Cannes Film Festival but it won the Palme d'Or which many in the audience were non too pleased with. In fact that boo’s were nearly as loud, and probably louder in select sections of the auditorium than the cheers. According to the Wikipedia article on the film Barry Gifford, who would later go on to co-write the masterpiece that is Lost Highway (1997) with Lynch, felt that many film journalists were against the film and Lynch from the very start and encouraging all the negativity. The reaction to the film winning the Palme d'Or at Cannes seemed to foreshadow the reaction once the film saw a wide release as again the film is the epitome of a love/hate type of situation and one of Lynch’s most dividing works. There are even some hardcore Lynch fanatics who can’t stand the film and despite the fact that its one of Lynch’s more straightforward from a narrative perspective its understandably still a difficult film for many to warm up too. Such is the mystifying world of David Lynch, but one things for certain, like all of Lynch’s films Wild at Heart is an unforgettable experience. Perhaps the film is best summed up by its title when referenced by Dern as Lula when describing her view of the world, “Wild at heart and weird on top”. Essential Lynch.

Mother of Tears (2007)

AKA La Terza Madre (The Third Mother)

For many a fan of Euro horror Dario Argento is often cited as a “gateway” director with a good number crediting Argento with not only introducing them to an entirely new world of horror but also expanding their view as to what could be accomplished within the genre. Perhaps that’s why the reactions to the majority of his post 1987 output have been so harsh, when the new films from a director who has had such an impact on the genre and its fans disappoint the response can be a bit extra bitter especially when anticipation is high. Obviously out of all of Argento’s classic films, the one that gets the most attention is Suspiria (1977), a film that has been written about and discussed so much over the years, almost to the point of ad nauseam, but also a film who’s impact is still being felt and one that means a hell of a lot to a lot of fans, so when it was announced that Argento was finally going to helm the third and final installment in his “Three Mothers” trilogy, of which Suspiria is the first installment followed by Inferno (1980), naturally the anticipation was very high. Perhaps too high and indeed when Mother of Tears was unleashed it unsurprisingly turned out to be one of Argento’s most polarizing and alienating films yet, and also one of his most entertaining.

While unearthing the body of a priest a mysterious urn is discovered chained to the casket containing several ancient artifacts belonging to Mater Lachrymarum, the “Mother of Tears”, the youngest yet most powerful of a trio of powerful witches. Shortly after the urn is sent to the Museum of Ancient Art in Rome where student Sarah Mandy (Asia Argento) has a hand in opening the urn and examining its contents, random acts of violence and chaos being to plague the city as the opening of the urn has awakened Mater Lachrymarum. As her followers continue to descend on Rome and wreak havoc, Sarah, the descendent of a white witch, finds herself tasked with utilizing her untapped powers in order to prevent Mater Lachrymarum and her worshipers from ushering in the new reign of witches.

First and foremost, while Mother of Tears may be the final film in the Three Mother’s trilogy, anyone going into the film expecting something along the lines of Suspiria or Inferno are bound to be disappointed. In many ways Mother of Tears was a “damned if he do, damned if he don’t” type of situation for Argento. Had he made a film in the exact same style as Suspiria or Inferno there would have been people criticizing him for simply aping himself and not being original enough. Instead he makes a film that stands entirely on its own and he gets raked over the coals for diverting too much from the first two films. Mother of Tears is very much its own thing while at the same time never completely forgetting the first two “Mother” films and will probably be enjoyed more by those who view it in that light. Again, the film is certainly one of Argento’s most entertaining with Dario throwing some in real off the wall stuff which may come off as a bit over the top yet makes complete sense considering the overall mood of the film. Its never boring that’s for sure. Argento succeeds in creating an apocalyptic tone throughout with the constant shots of the chaos taking place in the streets of Rome and although Mater Lachrymarum may not be quite as mysterious as her sisters Mater Suspiriorum, the “Mother of Sighs” and Mater Tenebrarum, the “Mother of Darkness” Argento nonetheless establishes her as a great threat.

Certainly when compared to the likes of Suspiria and Inferno it would appear that Argento’s direction on Mother of Tears is fairly straightforward (although his trademark colored lights come into play late in the film albeit very briefly), then again Argento was never really one to play it straight behind the camera even at his most basic. What he managed to do with Mother of Tears was make a modern looking horror film without the stigma that is usually attached to the “modern” tag when it comes to horror films in that there are no irritating jump cuts, no headache inducing ADD style edits or shaky cam bullshit and there’s a pretty neat segment in the film where a flashback is represented with a black and white comic strip. Visually the films inconsistencies are in the CG department although there are times where its less distracting than others, its mostly the larger scale digital effects that stick out. What’s not inconsistent however are the films practical gore effects. Even by Argento standards the violence in Mother of Tears is particularly vicious and its not the type of refined violence as seen in the death sequences of Suspiria, here the approach is far more raw leading to some really nasty, messy moments. The first kill in the film happens very quickly and is defiantly one of Argento’s most memorable and there is even one death scene which led critics to dust off the tired old “misogynist” tag that has often been thrown Argento’s way.  

Mother of Tears was somewhat of a family affair as it saw Daria Nicolodi, Argento’s former muse and Asia’s real life mother make her first appearance in an Argento film since Opera (1987). Although the scenes including her contain that previously mentioned inconsistent CGI it was still nice to see her alongside Asia, who’s performance by the way is another thing about the film that often gets unfairly bashed. While its not the type of role that really forced her to reach like her role in The Stendhal Syndrome (1996) or a film like Scarlet Diva (2000) which also happened to be her feature film directorial debut, its a more than competent performance with no dubbing which is a plus. In the end following up films with reputations as large as Suspiria and Inferno almost 30 years after the second film was released was a pretty daunting task even for a master like Argento but ultimately he made a film that can easily be enjoyed on its own merits. So no, Mother of Tears may not be Suspiria or Inferno and in all fairness it really was never meant to be. What it is however, is a fun, unapologetically gruesome supernatural horror film that fans of Argento should go into with an open mind as it really is a stand out film from Argento’s more recent work and a highlight of contemporary horror.

Deadly Manor (1990)

AKA Savage Lust

When José Ramón Larraz passed in September of 2013 he had basically been retired from the directing game, having directed his last feature film in 1992. Despite this, his death was still a major blow to not just the world of Euro horror but the genre as a whole. To most European cult and horror film enthusiasts Larraz may be best remembered for his early 70’s British films such as Whirlpool (1970), Deviation (1971), Scream and Die (1973), Symptoms (1974) and Vampyres (1974) as well as the sleazy Satanic classic Black Candles (1982) but said Euro horror and cult film enthusiasts will also attest to the fact that Larraz’s entire filmographgy is filled with fascinating films made with an artistry at a higher level than most. From 1987 to 1990 Larraz helmed 3 films, Rest In Pieces (1987), Edge of the Axe (1988) and 1990’s Deadly Manor and alas, some of these later efforts have a tendency to be dividing, the possible exception being Edge of the Axe which thanks to the internet has found its stock risen in recent years. Out of all three its Deadly Manor that seems to generate the most negative criticism. Perhaps its due to bad timing, as by 1990 the slasher subgenre had all but died down but if any slasher film could be considered “misunderstood”, its Deadly Manor, one of the more unique 90’s genre offerings.  

After picking up a mysterious hitchhiker, a group of six friends en route to a lake retreat for a weekend getaway decide to rest up for the night. While looking for a place to stop for the night the gang stumble upon a deserted old mansion and decide to explore. Seeking shelter from an oncoming storm the group decide to spend the night in the seemingly abandoned house despite getting some strange vibes while exploring, a decision which turns out to be against their better judgment as the friends discover the property isn’t as empty as they thought when later in the night members of the group begin turning up dead one after another.

At first glance Deadly Manor might not seem all that different from the countless number of slashers that came before it and indeed the film does feature plenty of the familiar tropes the subgenre is known for, however Deadly Manor quickly reveals itself to be something other than a by the numbers slasher as for every well worn motive employed in the film Larraz counters it with something so far out of left field a lesser director would have never even thought of including in a film like this. In typical Larraz fashion the film is a slow burn with Larraz preferring to gradually build tension and sense of mystery and not just the mystery of who is responsible for the killings but the ambiguity surrounding the house and what’s inside it and its here where Larraz’s unique little personal touches come into play and set the film apart from other slashers making unique use of simple things such as photos strewn about the house, a strange “monument” in the front yard, an ominous discovery in the basement, a crack in the wall, all contribute to the aura of weirdness hovering over the film. Naturally with Larraz behind the camera visually and atmospherically Deadly Manor is miles ahead of other slashers and from an aesthetic standpoint the film harkens back to Larraz’s 70’s films. Also, there’s really no two ways around it, the majority of the cast aren’t the most experienced of thespians although it becomes less noticeable the more the film moves forward.

Again, possibly due to the waning interest in slashers at the dawn of the 90’s Deadly Manor seemed to disappear into obscurity almost instantly after it was released straight to video as Savage Lust. Surprisingly the film did see a DVD release in the UK although there have been complaints about a murky picture quality making certain scenes impossible to see. The most convenient way to see the film would be to go with the DVD-R from Amazon made by Mr. Fat-W Video who also sell DVD-R’s of Larraz’s Stigma (1980) and Black Candles. While the film does have its share of fans it would appear that most who’ve discovered it over the years have dismissed it as cliché simply based on the slasher devices present while not noticing all the outside the box touches Larraz peppered throughout the film and that’s a shame as the film really is a breath of fresh air especially when compared to all the slashers the came before it and one that fans of the subgenre should give a chance. As for Larraz fans who’ve yet to see the film it’s a no brainer featuring all the trademarks that make his films stand out. Ultimately, Deadly Manor should be considered an important film simply based on the fact that it was the last horror film from Larraz, one of the greatest directors the genre had to offer.

The Devil's Honey (1986)

AKA Dangerous Obsession and Divine Obsession

To the more casual genre fan Lucio Fulci’s name is probably synonymous with gore, hell the man shares the nickname “The Godfather of Gore” along with Herschell Gordon Lewis. Its nothing shocking seeing as the legacy of Fulci’s classic extensive bloodlettings like Zombie (1979), City of the Living Dead (1980), The Beyond (1981), The House By The Cemetery (1981) and The New York Ripper (1982) speak for themselves, but as any fanatic will attest to, Fulci was one of the most versatile directors of Italian cinema working in a variety of genres throughout his career and for the most part being able to pull it off. Fulci’s giallos such as Perversion Story (1969), A Lizard In a Woman’s Skin (1971) and Don’t Torture a Duckling (1971) are constantly referred to, rightfully so, as some of the best the genre has to offer and a film like Four of the Apocalypse (1975) is unquestionably a standout in the world of spaghetti westerns. It shouldn’t be a stretch to call 1986’s twisted psych drama The Devil’s Honey one of the more hidden titles in Fulci’s body of work. Helmed during a period which isn’t exactly held in the highest regard by many Fulci fans, The Devil’s Honey is a prime example of Fulci’s versatility and is not only the best of his post New York Ripper era but also of his best films in general.  

While teasing his girlfriend Jessica (Blanca Marsillach), hotshot saxophonist Johnny accidentally falls from his motorcycle resulting in a traumatic head injury requiring emergency surgery after he passes out during a recording session. However Dr. Wendell Simpson (Brett Halsey), the doctor performing the operation has other things on his mind after having just been told by his wife Carol (Corrine Cléry) that she wants a divorce. Too distracted by his marital problems, Dr. Simpson ends up botching the surgery, inadvertently killing Johnny. Overcome with grief and anger, Jessica eventually snaps and kidnaps Dr. Simpson and submits him to a series of various physical and emotional humiliations, yet despite his ordeal and Jessica’s constant death threats, during the course of his torments Dr. Simpson mysteriously finds himself becoming more and more attracted to his captor.

Although it might seem inconceivable to some considering some of the films that came before it, but if Fulci ever directed a film that could be considered a “love story” than The Devil’s Honey (Il miele del diavolo) would be it. Its also a film that just might make those who’ve labeled Fulci a misogynist do a serious double take. With The Devil’s Honey, Fulci has it both ways as he offers up a more than healthy amount of sleaze (including a very innovative use of a saxophone) but along with it presents an involving story of damaged lives, sadomasochism, dominant/submissive relationships and role reversal. Perhaps the most successful aspect of the film is the way Fulci presents the relationship between Johnny and Jessica. Early in the film Fulci offers a pretty good a glimpse yet its after Johnny’s death when Fulci employs constant flashbacks revealing the true nature of the relationship does the film begin to take an a entirely new meaning, and not just in terms of the evolution of Jessica’s character. Fulci was also wise to spend a good amount of time exploring the dysfunctional marriage of Dr. Simpson which makes his change of attitude towards his predicament and Jessica all the more profound and the combination of circumstances that lead both characters to where they are all the more feasible, “meant to be” in an odd way, and Fulci was wise to end the film on an ambiguous note, one that is as touching as it is unsettling.  

The Devil’s Honey has had a pretty odd history in terms of home video in that some years back an Italian DVD surfaced that, according to a few online reviews was of pretty good quality but it seemed to go out of print almost immediately and is impossible to find these days. Also not too long ago a company based in Hong Kong released an all region DVD which got some not so rave reviews but just like the Italian disc is long out of print and when copies do occasionally pop up on eBay the prices are normally outrageous. The film did get an American VHS release back in the day via Action International Pictures under the title Dangerous Obsession which will make an appearance on eBay every now and then. Alas, like so many deserving films which should have gotten a proper release a long time ago, the easiest way of seeing the film is by DVD-R sourced from a Dutch VHS tape. Really though, there’s no excuse for this films absence on DVD seeing as several of Fulci’s later films have gotten legitimate releases and many in special editions so hopefully it wont be long until some company picks this one up and gives it its due as its a film that all Fulci fanatics should see and is more than worthy of holding the title of Fulci’s last masterpiece.

Manhattan Baby (1982)

AKA Eye of the Evil Dead and Possessed

Its somewhat humorous that there is a fairly common opinion that the works of both Dario Argento and Lucio Fulci, two of the most well known and highly regarded directors of Italian horror cinema began to go downhill at certain points in both their respective careers. While many feel that Argento began to lose his touch in the 90’s with Trauma (1993) and with each new film continues to polarize to this day, in Fulci’s case, The New York Ripper (1982) is the film that several fans point to has his last masterpiece, yet that film also has the distinction of having more than its fair share of detractors. With the exception of the mental Cat in the Brain (1990), largely considered one of the very first “postmodern” horror films, the majority if of Fulci’s films made after The New York Ripper have been swept to the side and essentially thrown under the bus. Following the ultra gritty Ripper, Manhattan Baby saw Fulci take a completely opposite direction, returning to the realm of the supernatural where Fulci found himself on a roll with masterpieces like City of the Living Dead, (1980) The Beyond (1981) and House By The Cemetery (1981) and out of all of Fulci’s post-Ripper films, Manhattan Baby is one that seems to take the most amount of grief which is too bad as its an underrated film that deserves better.

While vacationing with her family in Egypt, Susie Hacker, the young daughter of an archeologist is approached by a local blind woman and handed a jewel along with an ominous warning, “Tombs are for the dead”. Not long after, her father George is blinded by a mysterious blue light while exploring an ancient tomb. Upon returning to their home in New York City, George miraculously gains his eyesight back but Susie beings to exhibit some odd behavior and several strange events begin to plague Susie as well as her brother Tommy, and Susie’s health and psyche soon take a turn for the worse. Desperate,  George turns to an antiques expert informing him Susie is at the mercy of an ancient, malevolent curse housed in the jewel given to her in Egypt, a curse that is wreaking havoc on her family and anyone that comes in contact with them.  

Manhattan Baby (a title which has nothing to do with anything) is a curious entry in Fulci’s filmography in that it defiantly sees Fulci returning to some familiar territories just on a slightly smaller scale than before and there are some tips of the hat to other genre films as well, the most obvious being The Exorcist (1973) but with a Fulci touch of course. If there’s one thing that really sets Manhattan Baby apart from Fulci’s other films of a similar nature its that the tone of the film isn’t as overtly apocalyptic as say The Beyond or City of the Living Dead which is why the film isn’t nearly as derivative of Fulci’s other works as many detractors claim and despite Fulci’s use of several tropes from his past films it never feels as if he’s spinning his wheels, always throwing some unique little twist in the mix. Another common complaint leveled at the film is that its nonsensical which is quite odd considering Fulci was never really regarded as a master of the cohesive narrative, especially when discussing his 80’s supernatural horror films. Its a bizarre film to be sure, one that employs dream logic in every sense of the meaning and yes, there are times when the film doesn’t really seem that interested in telling a “story” so to speak, yet given the curse angle, the randomness of many of the events in the film actually work in its favor leading to some really surreal, imaginative and memorable moments.

One of the things that sticks out the most about Manhattan Baby is that unlike Fulci’s more well regarded horror works from the early 80’s is the lack of gore, something that will no doubt disappoint fans that have yet to see the film that have come to expect extreme violence from Fulci but the lack of bloodshed isn’t really a detriment to the film, mostly because the majority of the happenings in the film don’t really call for any, although there is one fairly bloody moment towards the end of the film. Its important to note that the producer of the film cut ¾ of the budget resulting in some serious downscaling on several of the films major visual effects. Even with the lack of sufficient funds Fulci’s command of the visual is in full force and economical as the film might be its actually the visuals that are one of the main selling points of the film with Fulci taking full advantage of the metaphysical nature of the story. Naturally the opening moments of the film in Egypt are stunning with Fulci’s camerawork immediately conjuring up a feeling on menace with Fulci also making nifty use of sand which also comes into play later on the film during a mesmerizing scene where a bedroom floor becomes a desert. Also aiding the film is the main theme by longtime Fulci collaborator Fabio Frizzi along with older pieces from past Fulci films so yes, on that front the film is a bit recycled.

Manhattan Baby has the distinction of being the last Fulci film to receive an American theatrical release as Eye of the Evil Dead. Not an entirely inappropriate re-title, although the poster featuring a scantily clad woman about to be ravaged by creatures to bare a strong resemblance to the Templar Knights from Amando de Ossorio’s Blind Dead films couldn’t have been more misleading. Some random tidbits, the Blue Underground DVD of the film contains an interview with co-screenwriter and Fulci collaborator Dardano Sacchetti which may be a bit brief running only 9 minutes is rather fascinating particularly due to the man’s views on a variety of topics including the horror genre in general, the budget issues the film faced, working with Fulci and perhaps most interesting is his explanation of the religious influences behind the films finale, IE the differing of opinions between the English and Italians regarding good and evil. He also addresses the charges of misogyny that have been directed at Fulci over the years. Also, Fabio Frizzi’s theme for the film was brilliantly covered by Finnish death/doom metal band Hooded Menace on their 2010 debut album Fulfill The Curse. Ultimately, it isn’t likely that Manhattan Baby will be considered “essential” Fulci anytime soon. It is however a film that Fulci fanatics should give a chance. While not Fulci’s best, its far from his worst and is deserving of a reassessment.    

Diabel (1972)

Communist Poland in the 1970’s wasn’t exactly the most welcoming place for artist who’s work tended to be on the more “provocative” side of things so its really no surprise that of out of the 12 feature films directed by Andrzej Zulawski, only 4 were shot in his homeland with Zulawski opting to work in France for the majority of his cinematic career. For the most part, the political allegories present in Zulawski’s debut feature The Third Part of the Night (1971) passed by the censors but he wouldn’t be so lucky with subsequent films. At this point the unfortunate fate of The Silver Globe (1977/87) should be common knowledge, with the films production being shut down and various materials destroyed resulting in Zulawski leaving Poland for France again, although he would eventually finish the film 10 years later. By the time Zulawski returned to Poland with Szamanka (1996), the country was no longer under Communist rule but nonetheless the reaction to the film was nothing short of scandalous. Then there’s 1972’s Diabel. Diabel was Zulawski’s second feature and in a lot of way its the film where Zulawski really “became” Zulawski if that makes any sense. Within minutes of viewing the film its clear that this was a man with something to say, and say it loudly and as a result Diabel stands as one of Zulawski’s most intense and confrontational films.

During the invasion of Poland by the Prussian army in 1793, a mysterious, nameless stranger rescues Jacob, a political prisoner sentenced for an assassination attempt on the King from a convent turned jail. The stranger pleads with Jacob to return home, and sends him on his way along with a nun for company, however when Jacob arrives back home he discovers, much to his horror, that everything he had known prior to his arrest has drastically changed, with the discovery of his previous fiancés pregnancy and marriage to his former best friend as well as the death of his father during his imprisonment. Unable to come to terms with the chaos his life has descended into, Jacob’s sanity slowing begins to deteriorate while all the while being sporadically visited by the stranger who released him.

The best possible way to try and describe the experience of watching a film like Diabel (The Devil) would be that it could be viewed from the most comfortable and warmest setting imaginable yet for the films 2 hour duration no warmth and comfort would be found, which would be the appropriate feeling as the world represented by Zulawski in Diabel is one where all familiarity, comfort and humanity have been forcibly removed and replaced with confusion and lunacy, and a spastic and energetic lunacy at that. This may have only been Zulawski’s second feature but already several of his signatures are established, the most obvious being the manic performances but also Zulawski’s frantic, oftentimes handheld camerawork which results in the viewer becoming as disoriented as Jacob, and the aforementioned cold feeling of the film is amplified by the films taking place during the bitter Polish winter. At this point its well known that while the storyline of the film may have been dealing with 18th century politics, in actuality Zulawski was making a fierce modern (“modern” for 1972 anyway) political statement, venting his rage at the Communist secret police in Poland at the time taking advantage of the impressionable Polish youth. Zulawski would later explore similar themes in films such as La Femme Publique (1984) and L’amour Braque (1985) but Diabel remains his most vicious condemnation of such groups and the extreme tone of the film is not unlike the fear and confusion felt by many during times of intense political unrest.      

Polart DVD

Despite the fact that Zulawski made the film, as he put it, “into the style of 18th-century costume and masks”, ultimately the Polish authorities saw thought it and the film was instantly banned and it wasn’t until 16 years later in 1988 when the film finally saw a release. Mondo Vision, the company responsible for brilliant DVD releases of Zulawski’s L’important C’est D’aimer (1975), La Femme Publique, L’amour Braque and Szamanka have Diabel listed as a future release on their website along with several other Zulawski films such as The Third Part of the Night, The Silver Globe, Possession (1981), Boris Godunov (1989) and La Note Bleue (1992). Until that release sees the light of day the easiest way to see the film would be to pick up the Polart DVD under the film’s English title The Devil. Polart also released a disc of The Silver Globe. Like the majority of Zulawski’s films, Diabel is obviously not for everyone. Its a film that has the potential to scare away just as many, if not more viewers that will end up appreciating Zulawski’s twisted vision yet at the same time its an absolutely essential film to recommend to those interested in Zulawski as virtually all of the man’s calling cards are on display. Diabel remains one of Zulawski’s most potent cinematic statements as well as being unlike anything else in 70’s European transgressive cinema.