2020 – New book, reviews and articles

Hey gang, 2020 has been a busy year.

Main news is that I published my latest novel, the Scottish giallo shocker Dead Girl Blues. Screen Shot 2020-05-18 at 10.40.58

It is, of course, available on Amazon, and you can find the links to buy all my books here.

I have also been keeping busy with reviews and articles for Kendall Reviews. Here is everything from 2020 so far.

Vinegar Syndrome Forgotten Gialli Volume 1 Blu-ray review

Introduction to the giallo part 1: The 1960s

Introduction to the giallo part 2: The 1970s

Fifty films on Amazon Prime UK to get you through the lockdown

Italian House of Horrors part 1: Lucio Fulci

Italian House of Horrors part 2: Umberto Lenzi

An introduction to the films of inspirational sexploitation pioneer Doris Wishman

Best UK horror blu-rays of 2019

Paganini Horror review

The Prey review

Naked Massacre review

The Grapes of Death review

Edge of the Axe review

I’ve been keeping busy during the lockdown, writing two novels and a novella. Maggie’s Grave is scheduled to drop in time for Halloween, and the other two in 2021, so plenty to look forward to.

Thanks for reading!

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2019

Hello everyone!

I have neglected the blog for almost a year now, because I have focused all my time on writing. My first two novels, The Forgotten Island and Night Shoot, are available on Amazon worldwide (see the My Books tab for more information).

If, however, you are looking for more reviews of trashy horror flicks, I still write a monthly column called VISIONS FROM BEYOND THE DAVE over at the Kendall Reviews horror website. Here’s the link.

Kendall Reviews

Check it out, and thanks for reading!

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The Video Nasties #154 – Revenge of the Boogeyman (1983, Ulli Lommel)

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‘Mickey, Mickey, you don’t understand.

In America, exploitation is a genre.’

When I was a little kid, I used to get some friends round and we’d make our own home movies, riffing on whatever horror/action flick we’d enjoyed that week. By age twelve, we started trying to add more production value, like music and special effects. We even tried to do opening credits, which we achieved by writing the names on a sheet of paper and filming them. It looked terrible, even for a pre-teen’s home movie, so imagine my surprise when Revenge Of The Boogeyman opens with title cards done exactly the same way. In fact no, scratch that, because at least we managed to do it without getting our hands in the shot, which is more than can be said for this film. Don’t believe me? Check out John Carradine’s credit, and the hand holding it up in the top right corner.

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Revenge Of The Boogeyman might not be the worst Nasty, or even the most boring, but it’s without a shadow of a doubt the laziest. Barely running 75 minutes including the slowest moving end credits on record, approximately half of the running time is footage from the original Boogeyman. The idea is a good one – Lacey, played by a returning Suzanna Love, goes to Hollywood where she is courted by producers who want to make a movie out of her life. A supernatural slasher running amok in early 80s Tinseltown? Sounds good!

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But Ulli Lommel has other plans. In what feels like some kind of crazed Roger Corman-esque conceit, the entire first half of the movie consists of Lacey telling her story through flashbacks to the original film, with occasional poorly lit cutaways to the people she’s talking to. It manages to successfully condense that movie into just over half an hour, cutting out all the faff and just leaving in the sex and violence and in a perverse way, it’s an improvement.

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With that out of the way, we are left with about 30 minutes of new movie, which consists of obnoxious Hollywood types sleazing on women and then dying in the most ridiculous, absurd ways possible. One couple gets attacked by an electric toothbrush and shaving foam, but my favourite is the girl who is looking under a car and then a magical floating ladder spanks her on the ass and she falls forwards, fellating the exhaust pipe with her mouth and choking on the fumes. It’s pathetic and incompetently made, but horror seems to be the last thing on Lommel’s mind here. In fact, the whole sorry affair plays out like some kind of satire. But a satire of what?

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Initially it seems like a piss-take of Hollywood. The guests at the party are all vacuous airheads or coked-up sleazebags, and are lit from below by torchlight like they’re kids pretending to be a monster to scare their friends. They talk of ‘All the culture you can take – The Hollywood Bowl, the Universal Tour,’ and take potshots at Brian DePalma for wasting money on Blow Out. So yeah, it’s probably Hollywood that Lommel has it in for.

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But then, I can’t help but feel he’s having a go at us, the horror film fans too. Only someone with absolutely no respect for his audience whatsoever could release a product as slipshod and unfinished as this as a ‘sequel’ to a well-liked original. It’s as if he’s saying that horror fans will literally watch any old garbage, whether it’s recycled footage from two years prior or just some low budget junk he shot with his friends by the side of a pool. It’s insulting.

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All the while, Lommel, who basically stars as himself, strides around in an LA baseball cap, reading Kenneth Anger’s legendary Hollywood tell-all book Hollywood Babylon, deriding the idea of making an exploitation picture like he’s some kind of fucking master filmmaker who should never be expected to lower his standards to work in something as grotty as a genre picture. His character, Mickey, is seen as the hero, the only person in Hollywood who wants to make films for art, not commerce. Well I got news for you Ulli – you already ‘sold out’ by making The Bogeyman, so it’s a bit late to be whinging and moaning about it now. If it wasn’t for that film, you’d probably be all but forgotten about by now.

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It’s rare to see a film that has such contempt for itself and its audience. It says ‘fuck you’ to Hollywood and ‘fuck you’ to us, but the biggest ‘fuck you’ should be reserved for Ulli Lommel, for making this crap and deciding it was even releasable. At one point, some asshole says, ‘There is no boogeyman honey, you were only dreaming.’ Oh, but if only that were true!

What a sad and sorry end to the Video Nasties.

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The Video Nasties #153 – Mausoleum (1983, Michael Dugan)

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‘God can’t help you now.’

Watching these Video Nasties has forced me to develop my own mantra, which I repeat over and over under my breath for the first 10 minutes of every film. It goes,

‘Thou shalt not judge a film by it’s opening scene, Thou shalt not judge a film by it’s opening scene, Thou shalt not judge a film by it’s opening scene, etc’

Luckily, it came in handy for Mausoleum.

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Because it’s another one of those films that begins with a dynamite sequence of horror and then flails around like a fish out of water for the rest of its runtime. But let’s enjoy the good while it lasts.

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A cemetery. Ambitious crane shots and Steadicam work reminiscent of Halloween. A young girl in a gothic crypt. Mario Bava-esque lighting.

Perfection!

Check out this, one of the best shots in any Nasty –

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And then, game over.

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Meet Susan and Oliver.

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Oliver is an important business man. We know, because he is waiting on a ‘call‘ about the ‘deal‘. While out dancing at a nightclub, he has to take a call. The next day he has to be at the office early, and then comes home late. In another, better film, Oliver would be having an affair. Here, it’s just bad characterisation. His wife is no better.

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Her character amounts to Ex-Playmate: will do nudity.

And she does, with aplomb.

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Do you want to hear about the plot?

Me neither. Something about demonic possession, my least favourite horror sub-genre. They even go for that most uncinematic and boring possession movie trope – the hypnotism scene.

On an unrelated note, doesn’t this shot remind you of Twin Peaks a bit?

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Maybe it’s just me.

Also perhaps not intentional is the undercurrent of – at best – class tension and at worst racism.

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The first victim is a homeless man living in a haunted crypt. I guess you could say that that is his own fault. The next guy is the Mexican gardener, Ben, the only character in cinema history to be given an extended laziness montage. Honestly, a full sequence showing him sleeping on the job, fishing, eating and just generally doing no work, before being seduced by the bored rich housewife and killed.

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But worst of all is Elsie, Susan’s black maid. Not content with having her look after our white leads in the most motherly fashion possible, Elsie is also the dreaded mixture of spiritual and sassy. ‘There’s some strange shit goin’ on in this house,’ she says while investigating a bright green light coming from the bedroom.

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She decides not to check, instead saying, ‘Good googly boogly – no mo’ grievin’, am leavin’!’ She runs from the house to the sound of her own comedy musical cue, and you shake your head in disbelief that this was 1983.

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There are just enough crazy supernatural deaths to keep you from falling asleep, and there’s the classic scene near the end where Susan’s breasts grow faces and rip someone’s guts out, but everything around these moments seem designed to make you not give a shit, and it is for this reason that I simply can’t recommend Mausoleum. Unless, of course, you are studying casual racism in the 1980s, in which case you’ve hit a strange, sad little jackpot.

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The Video Nasties #152 – G.B.H (1983, David Kent-Watson)

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‘Bleedin’ women. No wonder there’s so many queers!’

G.B.H. is the sort of film that assumes the audience doesn’t know what GBH stands for, and so helpfully explains it underneath the title card using state of the art video graphics.

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Ah, Grievous Bodily Harm! Thanks guys.

The film itself is a vanity project for star, writer, producer and composer Cliff Twemlow. If that isn’t enough to set alarm bells ringing, what if I told you it was one of the first British films shot on videotape?

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But wait!

There’s more to G.B.H. than meets the eye. Actually, that’s not really true, but it is a genuinely heartfelt and surprisingly sincere gangster film that is full of enjoyable performances and amusing dialogue.

It starts off with some exotic shots of, ummm, Manchester. Here’s the one skyscraper!

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Here’s a piece of wasteland and a roundabout!

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If that’s too glamorous for you, then take a look at our hero, Donovan.

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Donovan is released from prison and immediately becomes a bouncer for a nightclub called The Zoo. Initially I hated Donovan, because he looks like a thug and says things like, ‘Bleedin’ women. No wonder there’s so many queers!’

He also struggles to remember his lines, which is odd because he wrote the damn film.

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But things play out unexpectedly. Instead of being one of those boring ‘hardman’ characters so common to British gangster movies, Donovan is a pretty nice guy with a sensitive side. So sensitive, in fact, that he falls in love within 24 hours of meeting Tracy.

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He’s also prone to delivering lines like, ‘This is my favourite time to become sentimental; between darkness and light,’ which makes no sense because there is no time between darkness and light. It’s one or t’other, Don.

One bizarre but very welcome character quirk is that he sleeps next to a giant teddy bear, which is the sort of mind-melting detail that separates a great movie from a The Killing Hour.

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Donovan also enjoys donning ghastly track suits that make him look like an extra from Jeeves and Wooster and going jogging in the park.

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But the best thing is that Cliff Twemlow is fully aware that he is an unlikely leading man, and has most of the characters make jokes about his age (he was fifty at the time), weight and looks.

‘You look old…too old,’ says one young lady, prompting Donovan to push her into the toilet stall and fuck her, the old romantic. When it’s over, he walks back into the bar where his friend asks what he’s been up to.

‘Just getting the feel of the place,’ replies our burly lothario, as if James Bond had failed the MI6 entry exam and become a bouncer instead.

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The Bond connection is solidified by the music, which veers wildly between your high school band playing the Bond theme and acres of jazz-funk-lounge music, all of which is objectively fantastic, and written by none other than ol’ Cliff himself.

Music was obviously a real passion for Twemlow, and barely a second of the 70 minute film goes by without one of his songs playing in the background. In fact, about half the movie is leering upskirt shots of disco dancers, giving Prom Night a run for its money in the ‘pointless disco dancing’ stakes.

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There are a million problems with the film – the editing, particularly in the last 20 minutes, is about on par with your parents’ home movies and they only seem to have one ‘punch’ sound effect, a big problem for a film where everyone is punching each other when they’re not disco dancing.

But then Cliff and Tracy fall in love, and there’s a romantic ‘walking by a fountain’ montage. Lying in bed, Cliff leans in close to Tracy and says, ‘I feel like saying something really romantic.’

‘Go ahead,’ she coos.

‘You’ve got a lovely arse.’

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It’s perfection.

Perhaps best enjoyed as a pretend docu-drama about club life in early 80s Manchester, G.B.H. never bores, never overstays its welcome and has a sense of humour about itself missing from almost every other Video Nasty.

And, if you’ll permit me to say something romantic, its got a lovely arse.

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