Barbara Crampton, scream queen de nos jours, plays faded actress Lena O'Neill in Julian Richards' latest offering. Lena's last decent role was ten years previously: she now carves out a job as a casting coach, but her agent, Dory Ryder (Rae Dawn Chong, one of a number of the cast with an 80s genre pedigree), is getting worried that her general lack of focus will not augur well leading up to her forthcoming audition for Peter Bogdanovich's latest movie. Yes, that Peter Bogdanovich, and in a number of Reborn's meta moments, he actually pops up at the end of the flick.
Anyhow Lena's a woman with a secret sorrow: sixteen years previously she gave birth to a daughter but because of complications with the birth, and Lena's vanity at not wanting a C Section, the baby died.
Except the baby didn't die, we learn in flashback. While the body was lying in the mortuary, presided over by the perverted Kenny (Chaz Bono, son of Sonny and Cher, don'cha know?) who likes to take pictures of naked dead people, a bolt of lightning from a storm hits the building and puts a massive charge through everything, including the dead baby, who miraculously returns from the dead. Kenny sneaks the baby out and takes it home to raise it as his; well him and his mummified mother, that is. Sixteen years later the baby is now a young woman, Tess (Kayleigh Gilbert). Tess's upbringing has obviously been less than ideal (there's more than a suggestion that Kenny has abused her) and when her adoptive father approaches her for sex, Tess lets rip with her acquired superpower: the ability to harness electricity to do her bidding. With Kenny now out of the picture, Tess sets out to find her real mum, and woe betide anyone who gets in her way, including Detective Marc Fox (Michael Paré, who has been in everything) who's on her tail. And at the same time Lena is doing her own sleuthing trying to locate the body of her presumed dead daughter.
While the 'Carrie Meets Firestarter' quote on Reborn's poster art goes some way to telling audiences what to expect, the film is also a very entertaining meld of 'issue of the week' type TV movie - will estranged mother and daughter be reunited?- and a revisit of straight to video exploitation movies of the 80s and 90s, right down to the font accurate opening titles. Clocking in at a very brisk 77 minutes, Richards keeps the gore low but mounts some great set pieces on Tess's journey to find mum. Of course the movie would be nothing without Crampton, who reaches back to her TV soap roots as a woman with a painful past life whose dream of being reunited with a long lost daughter quickly becomes a nightmare.
Of course none of this is meant to be taken very seriously: a Carrie type ending, posters on Lena's wall indicating that her career followed much the same path as Crampton's, and a sequence where Bogdanovich appears directing a movie called 'Darklands' (the title of Richards' debut feature) can attest to that. But the cast are all good value and wide eyed Gilbert is an effective moppet from hell. Dumb then, but jolly good fun.
Reborn is available on digital download from 4 May.
Saturday, 25 April 2020
Wednesday, 22 April 2020
Sea Fever (Ireland/USA/UK/Sweden/Belgium 2019: Dir Neasa Hardiman)
Less fever, more mild temperature rise in Hardiman's first feature movie. The director's extensive TV CV shows in this restrained, close up drama about a group of fisher folk and a young marine biologist adrift at sea and challenged by an alien entity.
Budding scientist Siobhán (Hermione Corfield) joins the crew of a fishing vessel to fulfil the practical element of her qualification: she also has to complete a dive (this will be important later). Siobhán is a woman obsessed with numbers and patterns, not people, and in early scenes of awkward interaction she comes across as, and looks slightly like, Sofia Helin's Saga character in the TV show The Bridge. The other members of the boat are its owners, husband and wife team Gerard (Dougray Scott, sporting an Irish accent with more than a hint of New Delhi about it) and Freya (Connie Nielsen, in a role first offered to Toni Collette): also Johnny (Jack Hickey) with whom Siobhán forms an almost immediate attachment; Ciara (Olwen Fouéré, excellent in the equally bleak The Survivalist from 2015, and last seen - by me - in 2018's bonkers Mandy); and the below decks pair Omid (Ardalan Esmaili) and Sudi (Elie Bouakaze).
The crew are uneasy in Siobhán's presence. Her red hair is a trigger for Gerard - redheaded women being, according to the rather old fashioned superstition, bad luck for sailors - and her standoffish demeanour does not sit well with the experienced crew. Heading out to where the fishing is good, they're warned off an exclusion area which promised good pickings. After Gerard changes course - although his shiftiness suggests he has an ulterior motive - the vessel gets snagged by something beneath the water which melts a hole in the hull, exposing a strange sucker and flooding the boat with a gloopy substance. Siobhán offers to dive down to investigate, and discovers a luminous, multi tentacled beast which has attached itself to the boat; mistaking it for food, it is later discovered. The gloop, which gets traipsed around the boat underfoot, contains lethal spores, and any member of the crew with cuts or lesions - which is most of them by the end of the movie - is at risk of fatal infection.
Sea Fever - and that title feels fairly meaningless - is a considered, almost ruminative piece of filmmaking, heavy on the human interaction within a confined space, but as a creature feature it doesn't really work. The comparison between Siobhán's awkward relationship with the rest of the crew and her growing fascination with the possibly alien entity is of the greatest interest to the director, which makes everyone else in the cast slightly redundant. The occasional bursts of violence, as opposed to being shocking, just seem slightly out of place: a number of elements don't really lead anywhere, and some of the characterisation, particularly Gerard's old school 'Captain Salty' who leans on superstition and prayer while all the time basically being a breadhead, seems a little unfocused.
The film has been compared to The Thing and Alien, which are both rather lofty in terms of Sea Fever's meagre budget, although certain scenes are lifted from both. It also evokes memories of James Cameron's 1989 movie The Abyss, and more recently 2016's Arrival, with its woman-of-science-confronted-by-the-unknown themes. But while those movies gave us spectacle, there's little to wonder at here, and while Corfield's performance as Siobhán is suitably wide eyed and open mouthed, the whole thing seems a little too inconsequential to engender such interest.
Sea Fever is released on Blu-ray & Digital on 24 April 2020.
Budding scientist Siobhán (Hermione Corfield) joins the crew of a fishing vessel to fulfil the practical element of her qualification: she also has to complete a dive (this will be important later). Siobhán is a woman obsessed with numbers and patterns, not people, and in early scenes of awkward interaction she comes across as, and looks slightly like, Sofia Helin's Saga character in the TV show The Bridge. The other members of the boat are its owners, husband and wife team Gerard (Dougray Scott, sporting an Irish accent with more than a hint of New Delhi about it) and Freya (Connie Nielsen, in a role first offered to Toni Collette): also Johnny (Jack Hickey) with whom Siobhán forms an almost immediate attachment; Ciara (Olwen Fouéré, excellent in the equally bleak The Survivalist from 2015, and last seen - by me - in 2018's bonkers Mandy); and the below decks pair Omid (Ardalan Esmaili) and Sudi (Elie Bouakaze).
The crew are uneasy in Siobhán's presence. Her red hair is a trigger for Gerard - redheaded women being, according to the rather old fashioned superstition, bad luck for sailors - and her standoffish demeanour does not sit well with the experienced crew. Heading out to where the fishing is good, they're warned off an exclusion area which promised good pickings. After Gerard changes course - although his shiftiness suggests he has an ulterior motive - the vessel gets snagged by something beneath the water which melts a hole in the hull, exposing a strange sucker and flooding the boat with a gloopy substance. Siobhán offers to dive down to investigate, and discovers a luminous, multi tentacled beast which has attached itself to the boat; mistaking it for food, it is later discovered. The gloop, which gets traipsed around the boat underfoot, contains lethal spores, and any member of the crew with cuts or lesions - which is most of them by the end of the movie - is at risk of fatal infection.
Sea Fever - and that title feels fairly meaningless - is a considered, almost ruminative piece of filmmaking, heavy on the human interaction within a confined space, but as a creature feature it doesn't really work. The comparison between Siobhán's awkward relationship with the rest of the crew and her growing fascination with the possibly alien entity is of the greatest interest to the director, which makes everyone else in the cast slightly redundant. The occasional bursts of violence, as opposed to being shocking, just seem slightly out of place: a number of elements don't really lead anywhere, and some of the characterisation, particularly Gerard's old school 'Captain Salty' who leans on superstition and prayer while all the time basically being a breadhead, seems a little unfocused.
The film has been compared to The Thing and Alien, which are both rather lofty in terms of Sea Fever's meagre budget, although certain scenes are lifted from both. It also evokes memories of James Cameron's 1989 movie The Abyss, and more recently 2016's Arrival, with its woman-of-science-confronted-by-the-unknown themes. But while those movies gave us spectacle, there's little to wonder at here, and while Corfield's performance as Siobhán is suitably wide eyed and open mouthed, the whole thing seems a little too inconsequential to engender such interest.
Sea Fever is released on Blu-ray & Digital on 24 April 2020.
Wednesday, 15 April 2020
We Summon the Darkness (USA 2019: Dir Mark Meyers)
Be warned; this review contains (unavoidable) plot spoilers.
Spunky Alexis (Alexandra Daddario), weak bladdered Val (Maddie Hasson) and former runaway Beverley (Amy Forsyth) are three young biker-esque friends journeying by van to a heavy metal concert by Soldiers of Satan. It's Indiana in 1988 (although filmed in Canada), and hard rock is not a popular music in that part of the world: local evangelist Pastor John Henry Butler (Johnny Knoxville) is on TV preaching against its evil influences, and a local paper glimpsed in a drugstore carries a headline about teens slain in a satanic killing. Is there a connection?
Outside the gig the girls reconnect with the occupants of a battered RV who, en route, overtake and chocolate milkshake bomb Alexis and her friends (Alexis gives an early example of future behaviour by tasting the brown gunge splattered on her van before knowing what it is). The guys in the van are friends and sometime band members Mark (Keean Johnson), Lovacs (Logan Miller) and Ivan (Austin Swift). They're as ungainly and goofy as the girls are smart and sassy, but after the gig Alexis invites everyone back to her dad's place nearby for "booze, a great sound system and Nintendo."
Several drinks later, and just as the audience are wondering where all this is heading, the guys become drowsy. Yep, their drinks have been spiked, and what they thought was going to be a perfect night becomes anything but. For Alexis and her team are in reality members of a church whose version of doing the Lord's work involves slaying anyone who doesn't follow its creed. The heavy rock outfits are worn to trap the unwary, and the boys are the latest in a long line of the unfaithful about to be despatched via a modus operandi designed to make everyone believe it's just another satanic ritual murder.
Most of We Summon the Darkness becomes a cat and mouse game in which the boys - or those still alive - attempt to escape the murderous intentions of the girls. To leaven the setup, some new characters are added as casual house visitors, but they're pretty much there to up the body count. None of this is particularly sophisticated, which is surprising in that Meyers' last movie was the reflective My Friend Dahmer (2017), but the action is handled well and the comedy, while never reaching belly laugh heights, is sufficiently deadpan to keep the movie from being just another slashathon. There's a good sense of time and place too; the music and (for the most part) dialogue are authentically of their time, and a key irony within the movie is that the (male) authority figures refuse to believe that the girls could be capable of violence.
Daddario is the standout here, throwing herself into the role of 'Reckless' Alexis (as her father names her) much as Betty Gilpin did in this year's The Hunt. While her two supports, Hasson and Forsyth, are equally game, everyone else here is rather two dimensional, but the film isn't to be enjoyed for its depth of character, but rather as a table turning, girls on top ride with sass and gore galore.
Spunky Alexis (Alexandra Daddario), weak bladdered Val (Maddie Hasson) and former runaway Beverley (Amy Forsyth) are three young biker-esque friends journeying by van to a heavy metal concert by Soldiers of Satan. It's Indiana in 1988 (although filmed in Canada), and hard rock is not a popular music in that part of the world: local evangelist Pastor John Henry Butler (Johnny Knoxville) is on TV preaching against its evil influences, and a local paper glimpsed in a drugstore carries a headline about teens slain in a satanic killing. Is there a connection?
Outside the gig the girls reconnect with the occupants of a battered RV who, en route, overtake and chocolate milkshake bomb Alexis and her friends (Alexis gives an early example of future behaviour by tasting the brown gunge splattered on her van before knowing what it is). The guys in the van are friends and sometime band members Mark (Keean Johnson), Lovacs (Logan Miller) and Ivan (Austin Swift). They're as ungainly and goofy as the girls are smart and sassy, but after the gig Alexis invites everyone back to her dad's place nearby for "booze, a great sound system and Nintendo."
Several drinks later, and just as the audience are wondering where all this is heading, the guys become drowsy. Yep, their drinks have been spiked, and what they thought was going to be a perfect night becomes anything but. For Alexis and her team are in reality members of a church whose version of doing the Lord's work involves slaying anyone who doesn't follow its creed. The heavy rock outfits are worn to trap the unwary, and the boys are the latest in a long line of the unfaithful about to be despatched via a modus operandi designed to make everyone believe it's just another satanic ritual murder.
Most of We Summon the Darkness becomes a cat and mouse game in which the boys - or those still alive - attempt to escape the murderous intentions of the girls. To leaven the setup, some new characters are added as casual house visitors, but they're pretty much there to up the body count. None of this is particularly sophisticated, which is surprising in that Meyers' last movie was the reflective My Friend Dahmer (2017), but the action is handled well and the comedy, while never reaching belly laugh heights, is sufficiently deadpan to keep the movie from being just another slashathon. There's a good sense of time and place too; the music and (for the most part) dialogue are authentically of their time, and a key irony within the movie is that the (male) authority figures refuse to believe that the girls could be capable of violence.
Daddario is the standout here, throwing herself into the role of 'Reckless' Alexis (as her father names her) much as Betty Gilpin did in this year's The Hunt. While her two supports, Hasson and Forsyth, are equally game, everyone else here is rather two dimensional, but the film isn't to be enjoyed for its depth of character, but rather as a table turning, girls on top ride with sass and gore galore.
Monday, 13 April 2020
The Other Lamb (Ireland/Belgium/USA 2019: Dir Malgorzata Szumowska)
Polish director Szumowska's first English language film is the story of a sect, located somewhere in the wilds of the US of A (actually Ireland, and looking sumptuous courtesy of Michal Englert's stunning cinematography). Headed by the enigmatic figure of The Shepherd (Michiel Huisman) he is, as others comment, 'the only ram' in an otherwise all female commune. The women are split into two groups: 'wives' and 'sisters,' dressed in purple and blue respectively to differentiate them. As is always the case with setups like this, the organisation of the camp is based on control by The Shepherd and total oppression of the girls and women.
One of the 'sisters' is Saleh (Raffey Cassidy, already carving out an interesting career with appearances in The Killing of a Sacred Deer (2017) and 2018's Vox Lux). An orphan - her mother died in childbirth while living in the commune - she is, when the film opens, starting to have doubts about the supremacy of The Shepherd and also her own future: it is assumed that once Saleh begins menstruating she will graduate from 'sister' status to one of The Shepherd's 'wives.' and although not explicitly stated there is a distinct possibility that Saleh is The Shepherd's daughter.
After police intervention, their leader decides that the group need to move on from their present 'premises' - a static caravan and a few lean tos - and relocate their operation further into the forest. While there are already strong hints that the commune is a less than happy one - Saleh's meeting with the exiled Sarah (Denise Gough) whose bodily scars testify to the outcome of daring to question The Shepherd - after the Police visit, their leader's mood darkens considerably. Living more or less out of doors, the group faces an uncertain future and Saleh, now troubled by bloody visions, has an increasing concern for her own well being.
The Other Lamb, from the title onwards, is stuffed with religious references. The cult is called 'Eden' and The Shepherd, with his Christ like long hair and tendency to pronouncements such as "I sacrificed my life for you" deifies himself fairly effectively (albeit drawing on the Old Testament for his philosophies). Things get a little overworked - the lambs that follow the group on their travels are regularly and dispassionately slaughtered by the women, and the close ups of these beasts reflect the blank stares of the women as 'sheep' under the control of their leader.
The Shepherd - real name Michael as he's directly referenced in one very powerful scene - is impressively and very underplayed by Huisman, so when the violence eventually erupts (as we all knew it would; there's very little that will surprise in the storytelling) it's all the more powerful. But the revelation here is 18 year old Raffey Cassidy who delivers an incredible performance as Sadeh. A girl born in the camp, who knows no other life, her gradual realisation that The Shepherd's teachings are the ravings of a psychopathic control freak is heartbreaking.
'Eden's oppressive regime and the women's colour coded dress both suggest the influence of Bruce Miller's recent adaptation of The Handmaid's Tale; and whereas other movies about cults have at least tried to show the apparent benefits of membership - 2011's Martha Marcy May Marlene, Ti West's 2013 movie The Sacrament or even Ari Aster's Midsommar (2019) - there is little in The Shepherd's setup that could be considered improving or spiritually satisfying: The Other Lamb may not be saying anything new, but what is does say is communicated very powerfully.
The Other Lamb will be released in the UK on 3 July via MUBI.
One of the 'sisters' is Saleh (Raffey Cassidy, already carving out an interesting career with appearances in The Killing of a Sacred Deer (2017) and 2018's Vox Lux). An orphan - her mother died in childbirth while living in the commune - she is, when the film opens, starting to have doubts about the supremacy of The Shepherd and also her own future: it is assumed that once Saleh begins menstruating she will graduate from 'sister' status to one of The Shepherd's 'wives.' and although not explicitly stated there is a distinct possibility that Saleh is The Shepherd's daughter.
After police intervention, their leader decides that the group need to move on from their present 'premises' - a static caravan and a few lean tos - and relocate their operation further into the forest. While there are already strong hints that the commune is a less than happy one - Saleh's meeting with the exiled Sarah (Denise Gough) whose bodily scars testify to the outcome of daring to question The Shepherd - after the Police visit, their leader's mood darkens considerably. Living more or less out of doors, the group faces an uncertain future and Saleh, now troubled by bloody visions, has an increasing concern for her own well being.
The Other Lamb, from the title onwards, is stuffed with religious references. The cult is called 'Eden' and The Shepherd, with his Christ like long hair and tendency to pronouncements such as "I sacrificed my life for you" deifies himself fairly effectively (albeit drawing on the Old Testament for his philosophies). Things get a little overworked - the lambs that follow the group on their travels are regularly and dispassionately slaughtered by the women, and the close ups of these beasts reflect the blank stares of the women as 'sheep' under the control of their leader.
The Shepherd - real name Michael as he's directly referenced in one very powerful scene - is impressively and very underplayed by Huisman, so when the violence eventually erupts (as we all knew it would; there's very little that will surprise in the storytelling) it's all the more powerful. But the revelation here is 18 year old Raffey Cassidy who delivers an incredible performance as Sadeh. A girl born in the camp, who knows no other life, her gradual realisation that The Shepherd's teachings are the ravings of a psychopathic control freak is heartbreaking.
'Eden's oppressive regime and the women's colour coded dress both suggest the influence of Bruce Miller's recent adaptation of The Handmaid's Tale; and whereas other movies about cults have at least tried to show the apparent benefits of membership - 2011's Martha Marcy May Marlene, Ti West's 2013 movie The Sacrament or even Ari Aster's Midsommar (2019) - there is little in The Shepherd's setup that could be considered improving or spiritually satisfying: The Other Lamb may not be saying anything new, but what is does say is communicated very powerfully.
The Other Lamb will be released in the UK on 3 July via MUBI.
Thursday, 9 April 2020
A Proper Director - The Films of Charlie Steeds
Charlie Steeds - you missed a bit. |
The democratisation of the film making process -
conferring the ability to make movies from the privileged few to, well anyone
with a couple of hundred quid, a decent computer and some time on their hands -
has revolutionised filmmaking in a way not seen since a group of chancers
patented movie making equipment and started churning out silent films nearly
130 years ago.
But of course, as in all things technically achievable, just
because you can make films doesn't always mean you should. The 'pages' of this
website are testament to that, and the 'Dark Eyes of London' soubriquet in part
refers to those wee hours in which I have sat through sometimes atrocious
examples of independent filmmaking without art or purpose.
But every so often there shines a diamond in the (light)
rough, and this week's bit of movie mining presents, for your consideration,
one Charlie Steeds.
Steeds is the director of six released features and a large
number of short films, with a further two full length movies in post-production
and one announced - and, astoundingly, all in the last six years. I've been privileged enough
to see many of these and what struck me, even though Steeds is a director still
learning his craft (and working with growing budgets), is the consistency of
vision and attention to detail in his films. Shooting on locations as diverse as
Finland and France, with his band of regulars (on both sides of the camera), the
young filmmaker is a force to be reckoned with.
So join me in a survey of Steeds’ films, with comments from
the man himself taken from a recent interview I did with him.
Charlie Steeds graduated from film school at the age of 21
with a desire to make movies. Besotted with the works of Stephen King, and with
a voracious appetite for horror movies, it's perhaps no surprise at the
direction his filmmaking would take him.
Charlie recalls:
“I remember what got me hooked on horror on the small screen: many Stephen King
mini-series like Rose Red, Salem’s Lot, Storm of the Century, It… these
are what fuelled my love of horror. King’s stories are always vast, with such
depth to them, and a mini-series allows them to develop over a longer runtime.
Great horror should have great drama, so that’s why I love King and love the
mini-series format. I’d love to make one, something between 180 to 210 minutes,
that’s ideal. I think this is why my first two horror films (Escape From Cannibal
Farm and The House of Violent Desire) were so long - both over 115 minutes in
their 1st cuts - and not ideal for direct-to-DVD horror.”
I asked him about his film school years. “I went to Met Film School in Ealing
Studios. It was a very fun two years and I had a blast as a student, although the
classes were frustrating in many ways. They did their best to prevent me from
shooting films outside of class…don’t go to film school! The teachers were
awful, deluded. These days you can buy DVDs with great commentaries and behind
the scenes featurettes, everything you need to know is there, everything! Go
buy a camera and try it out, that’s cheaper than film school.”
God Will Fall
(2014)
While 2014's 37 minute short God Will Fall is popularly
recognised as Charlie's first proper film, it was actually his eighteenth. His original company, the amusingly named 'The Devil's Testicle Film
Productions', was put together while at college, under which banner he made a
range of shorts with titles like The Murmaid, Death Law, Scarlet Inferno,
InVitro and Extransensory Perception.
“God Will Fall
was shot at Ealing Studios, whilst at film school,” Charlie explains. “It’s a
revenge story about a woman who’s kidnapped by a satanic cult, but she becomes
possessed by the devil during a ritual, escapes, and returns to take down the
entire cult. I ran out of budget by the time I got to the satanic ritual
scenes, so that let the rest of the film down. This is where I started Dark
Temple Motion Pictures though, trying to establish my particular brand of horror:
I got a grip on my own writing style with the script, but ultimately it fell
short during production, like all of my short films. They were practise only,
for my features.”
Erotic Green (2015)
This was followed a year later by the 27-minute Erotic
Green, described as a 'psycho-sexual love story' with more than a whiff of
early David Cronenberg about it. A guy ends up at a sleazy invitation only
strip club after his girlfriend refuses to have sex with him, only to discover
the dancer he's seen onstage giving birth to a strange green egg like thing
from her stomach, which has the power to increase sexual attraction. The guy
takes the thing home and puts in the fridge, only for it to be discovered by
his girlfriend, with disastrous results.
Along with 2016's Deadman Apocalypse, these were Steeds' only sci fi ventures to date. I asked him if it was a genre he was keen to return to?
Charlie explains: “I’m very interested in science fiction, was
always tempted to do something in the genre but it’s so far always been horror
that gets the greenlight. I’d love to do something in space! Erotic Green is
the short film I’m most proud of: it holds together, and it's randomly gained
300,000 plus views on YouTube in the past year or so.”
Deadman
Apocalypse aka Labyrinthia (2016)
Steeds' first full feature, which he also produced and
edited, was 2016's Deadman Apocalypse. Like many of his movies, distribution
nightmares mean that it's not easy - or cheap - to get hold of it on DVD in the
UK. Charlie sums up the plot thus: "In the distant future, Jack Deadman and his
military team are the final hope to save our dying earth from its hellish
apocalypse. The mission is to enter the underground world of Labyrinthia and
retrieve the water stolen by the savage inhabitants below. Ten years later, the
mission has failed, and Jack Deadman exists in isolation, trapped and buried
deep within Labyrinthia: a lone wolf anti-hero, changed by failure and guilt.
But when the opportunity to escape arises once again, Jack will begin a quest
for vengeance and redemption in one last attempt to escape from Labyrinthia.'
Having now seen this feature, thanks to the director, in its
original cut, it’s quite extraordinary considering it cost £1500. It’s a
deliberate attempt to recall 1980s straight to VHS sci fi movies and while it
isn’t a film that has endeared itself to many people, it’s notable as the one that assembles most of the core cast and crew that Steeds would use on future
projects, namely composer Sam Benjafield, cinematographer Michael Lloyd, and
cast members Katie Davies-Speak, David Lenik and the inimitable Barrington de
la Roche, of which more later. It features one of Steeds’ now trademark stunning
credits sequences, and if nothing else is a good example of how mister De la
Roche – here playing a Mad Max style underworld overlord called Emperor
Rameses, was arguably much more effective in supporting roles.
“Deadman Apocalypse - that was its USA title –
it’s known as Labyrinthia elsewhere - was my first feature,” says Charlie. “I
didn’t know if I could make a feature, but I tried, with very limited
resources, and managed a 60-minute film. It’s a post-apocalyptic story set in
an underground world of labyrinthine wooden tunnels. I made the tunnel set out
of wooden pallets and shot it in a cow shed, which was really everything I had
available to me at the time.” Within
this claustrophobic setup Steeds films not one, but two go kart chases, which
considering that the length of the corridors couldn’t have exceeded twenty feet, was
quite some undertaking.
Steeds
continues: “In a DIY filmmaking sort of way, I’m pleased with the 60-minute
bonkers film we made, for the shockingly low (no) budget. The distributors had
me shoot an extra 20 minutes of course, which I did in one weekend with no
money, and it ruins the film. But it is still my most profitable and most
successful movie, so the cash-in with Mad Max (Mad Max Fury Road was released a
year earlier. Ed) and the misleading advertising and re-titling has some
benefits.”
Escape From Cannibal Farm (2017)
“Don’t venture near old Hansen farm,
Where blazing fire brought them harm,
For those who travel past this place
Beware the boy with the melted face.”
So reads the opening warning in the director, producer and
writer’s second feature. It’s a home counties slasher flick with a very heavy
nod to a certain Tobe Hooper movie from 1974 (the Hansen reference, the property
where the events take place, is even named after the actor who played
Leatherface).
The boy with the melted face is a young guy who, back in the
day, was accidentally set on fire and badly burned in a bullying prank which got
out of hand; his mum killed herself in remorse at being an inattentive parent,
and dad Hunt (De la Roche) swore revenge. Years later a bickering family go on
a camping weekend; Kathy Harver (Rowena Bentley, later to provide a tour de
force performance in 2018’s Winterskin) and her partner, the borderline
psychotic Wesley Wallace (Toby Wynn-Davies) are joined by Wesley’s step
children, daughter Jessica (Davies-Speak), her boyfriend Kurtis (Joe Street) as
well as Jessica’s younger brothers Toby (Lenik) and Sam (Dylan Curtis). Nobody
seems to get along, tensions which are exacerbated when the tent in which Kathy
and Wesley are sleeping catches fire, with mum receiving bad burns. Forced to walk
to the nearest property for help after their car won’t start, they come across
a farm – the Hansen farm. Bad move: Hunt and his scarred son, plus various
weird accomplices, now turned feral, still live on the premises, together with
the skeleton of mum – very Psycho. Turns out that Wesley is more dangerous than
first thought, and the family are an offering to the Hansen household, who are
cannibals on top of everything else. The Harvers must do battle with Hunt and
his freaks in a fight to the death.
Still from Escape From Cannibal Farm |
The movie is a definite step up from Labyrinthia. The
dysfunctional Harvers are convincingly at each other’s throats, and the
occupants of the Hansen household are enigmatic and authentically odd. This is
the film where Steeds really hones his scriptwriting talents. There’s some
almost Shakespearean ripeness going on here amidst the grunge and the gore. It’s
also great to see Lenik’s character, who starts off as annoyingly entitled,
developing his killer instincts. And he seemed like such a nice boy. There’s
perhaps a little too much in the way of plot mechanics, and it’s never a good
idea to introduce new characters quite late in a film, but this is very atmospheric
stuff.
“Escape From
Cannibal Farm is set up like a typical backwoods slasher,” explains Steeds,
“but this time taking place in the British countryside, and takes a turn into
melodrama between a dysfunctional family. In fact, there’s very little
cannibalism, which I slightly regret, but the aim was to blend heavy drama with
slasher horror, and I think there’s an interesting balance of both in the film.
People both liked and despised The Texas Chain Saw Massacre style I was
imitating: the gritty backwoods slasher look. I wanted to see what that style
would look like in my own countryside: our trailer was later mistaken for
the new Leatherface movie and went viral, with over 5 million views in a
couple of days! Technically it’s a hundred times better than Labyrinthia, but actually not much higher in budget, and now I could focus on the genre
I truly wanted to direct. In the UK our distributor was eager to pick up the
film rights and has now done nothing with it for over two years; they won’t
release it. For everyone involved in the making of the film it’s a huge shame,
they screwed us over. In the USA we’ve done great though, and in many other
countries too you can buy the DVD. On Amazon UK you can pick up the European
version, which plays fine here, so it is available. I also kept the rights to
self-distribute here and I’m working on a collector’s edition, loaded with
exclusive special features (there’s over four hours of behind the scenes footage I
need to edit) whenever I get time between shooting films. The film has its
flaws no doubt, but we were extremely ambitious with this and we pulled of
something far better than it should be."
The Barge People (2018)
The first of three (!) films Steeds made in 2018, The Barge
People opens with a note perfect eighties synth line by Sam Benjafield underscoring
the 'on point' title font. And as the movie unfolds, that opening is thematically developed in this fantastic homage to 1980s monster movies. At this point there's a
confidence and authority emanating from a director who clearly knows what he's
doing and has assembled a cast around him that is both reliable and capable.
Kat (Davies-Speak) and Mark (Mark McKirdy) have rented a
barge for a relaxing trip along the Kennet and Avon canal in the south west of
England, an area which has seen more than its fair share of missing people in
recent times. Along for the ride are Kat's sister Sophie (Natalie Martins) and
her City boy bloke Ben (Matt Swales). Ben's the kind of guy who wears a yellow
jumper over a blue shirt on his days off and proves chocolate teapot-like in
his capacity to help out on board.
But Kat and Mark are determined to make the best of it: what
they don't know is that there's something alive in the hedgerow lining the
canal; an elderly man (De la Roche) and his dog fail to notice a partly buried
skull while out on a walk, which is ominous. Ben finally takes the helm of the
boat and promptly bumps a passing craft occupied by rough and ready to rumble Ricky
(Kane Surry) and his girlfriend Jade (Mackenna Guyler). And before you can say
Eden Lake things hot up between the two parties. However, there’s a bigger
threat to both – some wild looking beasts, reminiscent of those creatures
from 1980’s Humanoids from the Deep, who rise from the canal to wreak torture
porn style havoc on the landlubbers.
The movie was for once written by someone apart from Steeds,
Christopher Lombard, which in some ways makes it feel like a different movie to
the rest of Steeds’ output. It’s extremely effective for the budget and the
casting is spot on, particularly Swales as Ben, a man you instantly want to slap.
Steeds, who comes from Bristol like some of rest of the cast, is having a bit of a side
swipe at local types; at one point Kat is asked where she’s from, and when she
responds with ‘Bristol’ the other says that she’s never heard of it.
The Barge People
was one of the hot tickets at last year’s FrightFest and I asked Charlie about
the reception.
“There was a
great crowd at FrightFest! A small crowd in a small screen, but that meant the
people who were there were the ones who really jumped in quick to get their
tickets; we sold out, but they wanted to see this film. So the response was
wonderful, the crowd really got it."
I recognised the
influences in the film, such as The Hills Have Eyes (1977) and C.H.U.D (1984), and asked him
about this.
“Most of my
films are inspired stylistically by 70s horror movies I love (usually Italian;
Fulci, Bava, Argento), so even though the story takes place in modern day - although I try to give all my films a
timeless look - it has a very retro vibe to it. The Hills Have Eyes was the
biggest influence on the script, followed closely by Eden Lake. A film that
inspired me in the look and feel was Long Weekend, along with better known
classics like The Fog and The Texas Chain Saw Massacre.”
The House of Violent Desire (2018) (although filmed in 2017)
Steeds is justifiably proud of his magnum opus, a two-hour movie,
slowly paced and elegantly filmed, a film which is both patience testing and clearly
very personal. It’s the first to utilise a grand location, a thirteenth century French chateau whose sumptuous interiors are lovingly explored by
Michael Lloyd’s cinematography, giving the movie a distinct Euro horror
feel.
“I think it
probably still is my favourite,” says Charlie of the movie, “because this is a film made
totally for me, for my tastes. Vivid giallo-inspired lighting, an incredible
location, an overly complicated plot filled with themes of lust and sexuality
and violence. I totally indulged in the gothic and the melodrama and the blood,
the dialogue… I was just having a blast with this one, for better or worse. And
we had a fantastic shoot, it was so much fun, very relaxed, so much time free
to experiment with performances and shots.”
On the surface
Steeds’ movie feels fairly straightforward. An old dark house mystery set in
the 1940s, a stranger arrives at the sprawling Black Rock Manor. He is welcomed by the head
of the house, Eliza Whipley (Bentley again) whose husband ‘is a sick man with a
deranged mind,’ a man who has also gone missing. The stranger is given board in and free range of the house but
warned that the door to the attic is out of bounds and locked. He is introduced
to the rest of the Whipley family, daughters Agatha (Davies-Speak), Evelyn
(Yasmin Ryan) and son Adriel (Daniel McKee) as well as the housemaid, Cordetta
(Esme Sears). But, as Steeds reveals in the blurb accompanying the film, ‘perhaps
the 'stranger' is more connected to this family and to the dark unknown history
of the house than they suspect, and as the visitor begins to cultivate sexual
tensions and paranoia within the house, the devilishly erotic history of the
Whipley family threatens to lure them deep into its lustful, violent madness
once again.’
Still from The House of Violent Desire |
There is a
strong theme of the decay beneath the respectability of the traditional upper-class family in the
film, which also runs through An English Haunting (2019). I liked the reviewer on IMDB
who looked on the movie as an extended version of an episode of Dark Shadows (although
the writer seemed to think that was a bad thing). I asked Charlie, without wishing
to get too political, whether it was a view of the world he held more generally,
or was it just in the interests of storytelling?
“A theme that
runs through all of my scripts, I don’t quite know why, is the older generation
betraying or failing the younger generation,” he explained. “Horrible parents -
all my films seem to have them, with dark secrets or evil plots underway. In
horror, you look for the worst in characters, and the older they are the more
nasty delights there are to uncover. Younger characters are simpler, they can
only have so many secrets to them."
The ritual
scenes in the film were performed by Barrington De la Roche’s ‘Dark Theatre’
company. I ask Charlie about de la Roche, a singular chap, who crops up in all his films.
“He auditioned
for God Will Fall (where he played a satanic cult leader) and we’ve been close
friends ever since. It really doesn’t feel like my film unless Barrington’s
been on set, he’s part of my brand, we’ve been on this journey since film
school and he’s been through the experience of every film with me.”
Winterskin (2018)
The Hateful Eight mixed with Misery probably best sums up
Charlie Steed’s latest film. The first thing that hits you is that, despite the
paucity of finance, Winterskin looks like a big budget movie.
After a tense pre credits sequence, where a family in a
cabin in the USA are menaced by a strange ‘something,’ followed by some lovely
faux 1970s TV movie titles, we’re greeted with a wintry landscape and a father
and son, out hunting deer. Sustaining a serious shotgun injury the son, Billy
Kavanagh (Lenik), finds refuge in a wood cabin occupied by Old Agnes, who just happens
to have been the shooter (a terrific central performance from Bentley).
Agnes tends to Billy’s wounds and gradually nurses him back
to health. But (of course) old Agnes has a dark secret and is not the
benevolent soul she makes herself out to be, and the stories of a strange
figure seen in the woods, The Red Man, contribute to young Billy’s anxiety,
already heightened by his being a virtual prisoner in the old lady’s cabin.
While Winterskin is rather talky – Agnes gets a lot of
script to herself - Bentley never lets her character (or her American accent) drop: this is a movie worth catching for the final fifteen minutes, a triumph
of well-choreographed action and nail-biting suspense. It also has a lot of
dark humour as well – witness the scene where Billy tucks into some stew, the
contents of which answers the question about what Agnes did with the corpse of
her dead dog. Seamlessly merging the wintry exterior shots filmed in Finland
and the interiors (in less than snowy Guildford) Steed is assisted by Michael Lloyd’s
trademark evocative cinematography, and a gaggle of authentically hairy scruffs
making up the Tarantino-esque deepwoods brethren.
Steeds has
mentioned in other interviews the hardships of making the film, mainly because
of the extreme cold, but what really struck me watching this was Rowena Bentley
as Agnes. I asked Charlie how he got such a great performance out of her in
such difficult shooting conditions?
Steeds picks up
the story. “We shot almost entirely at night, which was unplanned, and it was
freezing cold, it was miserable. 26 days trapped in this cabin, mainly 2
actors…it sounded easy on paper but in reality it was hard work. It’s such a
dialogue heavy film, we just kept going until I was happy with the performance,
seeing how far I could push it. After long hours in the cold you go into a
state of hysteria, and I think that’s where Agnes came from.
Bentley auditioned
for Escape From Cannibal Farm: she’d trained at Drama School with another
actor, David (Lenik), who was already cast in the film and helping me cast the
other actors. Rowena’s bloody brilliant and utterly hilarious to have on set,
that’s how she’s ended up with three huge roles in my films. I think The House of
Violent Desire is her best work, with her eight minute monologue scene; she can
really deliver.
An English Haunting (2019) NEW WAVE OF THE BRITISH HORROR FILM 2020
Steeds’ most recently released offering is a rather
different beast to the energetic Winterskin: it’s a slow burn, elegant English
ghost story with a rather dark heart.
Blake (Lenik) arrives at a crumbling English stately home with his
mother Margot (Tessa Wood). They’ve come to live with Margot’s grandfather Aubrey (De la Roche), whose
house it is, having fallen on hard times – this is their only option for
accommodation.
But their grandfather is bedridden and seemingly in a coma,
hooked up to an oxygen supply. His last carer fled suddenly and, courtesy of
the housekeeper, the strange Marian Clark (Emma Spurgin Hussey), we learn that in return for
providing a roof over their head Martha is expected to provide care. This
revelation brings out the true nature of Aubrey’s daughter: she is a mean,
pinched woman, who, once she accesses the property’s wine cellar, also
demonstrates her alcoholic tendencies. “I thought you weren’t going to do that
here,” says Blake, hinting at a history of life on the booze.
Blake meanwhile, feeling increasingly isolated, has been
having visions of a young woman in the garden, and Aubrey shows signs of
agitation. Blake also glimpses a shadowy figure in the house and has an increasing
feeling that there may be four, not three people, occupying the mansion. And as
we reflect on the film’s title, we ask who is doing the haunting, and who is
actually haunted?
An English Haunting serves another purpose as a title – it
signposts exactly what we’re about to see. The film’s events feel like the
narrative of a well-loved spook novel, best enjoyed by an open fire with a
glass of something to keep the chill at bay. The movie’s pace is deliberately
slow and leaves time for the ‘onion skin’ of the story – the truth about
Aubrey, the strange figure outside and the equally unusual one within – to
gradually present itself. Michael Lloyd’s graceful, static camerawork – for
much of the time anyway – adds to the stillness of the film.
One of Steeds’ greatest strengths has always been his scripts,
often a weak point with low budget filmmaking. Not so here: the characters are
drawn simply but effectively, with some fine performances. Tessa Wood does well
as alcoholic Margot, her life reduced to a series of disappointments and
frustrations. Steeds regular Barrington de la Roche is great here as creepy
Aubrey, whose back story recalls the dreadful Mr Abney from M R James’s story
‘Lost Hearts.’
But it’s David Lenik as
Blake Cunningham, who carries the film, an innocent man, struggling with a
terrible relationship with his mother, who becomes fixated on uncovering the
secrets of the house, even though it may cost him his life.
I asked Steeds
about his choice of casting younger and older actors together, a feature of all
of his films.
“Lots of young
indie filmmakers seem to avoid older actors, but that’s where you’ll find the
most interesting characters for your movie,” said Charlie. “I’m interested in
the different ways actors look and sound, so I’m always seeking very cinematic
faces and voices (take Barrington De La Roche for example!). I like a cast of
all ages, otherwise your characters and story become limited.
An English
Haunting is really the type of ghost story I love. I watched and read a lot, to
figure out what really scares me, and I settled on a certain atmosphere that I
wanted to create with the film, without ever aiming to reveal too much of the
supernatural. I think the film could’ve been a lot scarier, but the horror
really comes from what the characters are experiencing, and I followed the
characters to those places - haunted by their own regrets and issues. Maybe it's not as scary as a possessed doll leaping out at you, but hopefully it makes for
a more lasting impact. I made a choice to try a more subtle, quieter film,
which sometimes a story calls for, but ultimately its action that I’m
interested in; big gory action and high-adrenaline carnage! As the budgets are
increasing I’m able to include more action. Ideally my films would all be
relentless action horror, but my mood does move between wanting slower more
atmospheric films and bolder more fun movies.
And on that
subject, as you would expect of a director as prolific as Steeds, he’s keen to
talk about future projects, The Vicarage, After Dark (since re-titled Vampire
Virus by those oh so subtle distributors) and Death Ranch.
“The Vicarage is
a script I wrote before shooting The Barge People, and I’d love to make it if I
ever got the budget. It takes a relentless The Texas Chain Saw Massacre style but
blends it with British Gothic. It’s my most outrageous and violent script, but
it’s a long way off, I have 20 better ideas I’m going to do first.
After Dark is a
very sexy and colourful modern-day vampire film and it’s totally different from
my other work. I hate setting things in modern day, but it was a request from
the investors. But that did allow for some great nightclub scenes and a slick
modern style. The film is complete and out later this year.
Death Ranch is a
script I’d been wanting to make for a long time: it’s a dream project, and I
thought it was a long way off. Then the opportunity to shoot in Tennessee
presented itself. Everything suddenly came together and the shoot went so
smoothly, it was as if the film wanted to be made (usually it is a battle)! It’s
set in the 1970s and it’s a gory blaxploitation revenge movie in which three African-American
siblings go up against the KKK. I think we can all get enjoyment out of seeing
the KKK get totally obliterated, and it’s by far my most violent film; limbs
flying off, eyeballs ripped out, axes to the groin… it's currently in
post-production and I hope to play festivals with it this summer (this interview was carried out before the outbreak of the Coronavirus. Ed).
We cannot, and I mean this most sincerely, wait.
Thanks Charlie and his team, and best of luck with
everything!
Erotic Green is available on YouTube here.
Deadman Apocalypse is available on DVD from Breaking Glass films
Escape From Cannibal Farm is available as Cannibal Farm on DVD from High Octane Pictures
Winterskin is available on R1 DVD
The Barge People will be available on Blu Ray and DVD in Germany from July.
An English Haunting will be available on DVD from High Fliers Films from 27 April.
A trailer for Vampire Virus is available here.
The website for Barrington De la Roche's 'Dark Theatre' company is here.
Some parts of this piece have been published previously on www.bloody-flicks.co.uk
Monday, 6 April 2020
Surprise (UK 2018: Dir Dave Green and Dan McGee)
Surprise does that rare thing: it fuses the wraparound narrative with the individual tales within in so that the two elements work together perfectly, and also manages to combine a reasonably scary film with a metaphysical rumination on the art of storytelling and the nature of identity.
An unnamed author (Joerg Stadler, Hannibal Rising), one of the greatest horror writers of our time, is struggling with his latest work. "I have a new story to tell the world," he says, "but even my ghosts cast shadows." He is visited by a figure called The Teacher (Elliot Reivers, first glimpsed in Lindsay Shonteff's 1990 spy spoof Number One Gun), a character who may be a product of the author's own imagination, but who has returned to lay claim to the characters that the writer creates.
The bulk of the movie is an enactment of the author's words, sitting uncompleted on his typewriter. We're taken to a Halloween writer's workshop in a local social club: 'Write Night' offers the chance for new authors to pitch their stories and offers a prize for the best one. In time honoured portmanteau film fashion, a group of disparate writers find themselves at the same table: nervy Patrick (Patrick J. Maxwell), optimistic Debbey (Debbey Clitheroe) and caustic Laura (Laura Ellen Wilson) all share with the others the stories they've prepared. The fact that the characters have the same names as the actors playing them is only part of this film's meta-ness; the three appear in various guises in each of the stories within the film too. The group is complete when they're joined by The Teacher, who it transpires invited them all to the evening, and has intervened on their story and in turn the author's.
Patrick tells the first story, 'Mr Chuckles' (or Chapter I as the film would have it). A little girl's party in a pub is brought to an early end by shirty landlady Gemma (Wilson); in retaliation the little girl curses her, and the pub owner is subsequently visited by a devilish clown (Maxwell). In Chapter II, Debbey's tale - 'Sweethearts' - an adulterous police inspector (Maxwell) discovers that the bodies of two dead girls are both former 'conquests' and that their killer might be someone well known to him. And in the last chapter, Laura's story, 'The Last Rites of Byron Vanderbilt,' a model, Irina (Wilson) gets supernatural revenge on a misogynistic client after being psychically enabled by Thana (Clitheroe).
Patrick J. Maxwell as 'Mr Chuckles' |
It's also possibly the first portmanteau film I've ever watched where I immediately wanted to see it again! Intrigued, I decided to ask one of the co-directors, Dan McGee, a few questions about the film.
DM: Each chapter of the anthology was based on a a different era of horror cinema, from contemporary jump-scare horror, to the works of Dario Argento and David Lynch. Individually there are particular moments inspired by films we love, the opening segment inspired by The Seventh Seal for instance. Overall however, what I feel works more with Surprise is the main narrative, which is often never the case in anthology horror films. Throughout, we drew inspiration from any films of the genre we love.
DEoL: Was it always the plan to have the actors occupying multiple roles?
DM: Yes, one of the main selling points was re-using the actors. We wanted the actors in the main narrative to feature in each-other's storyline, being depicted in that fictitious tale depending on how the storyteller sees them, the events of one chapter affecting the next. Whether this comes across to the audience remains to be seen, but it was certainly easy to get the main actors involved, partly as their showreel can be filled with scenes solely from Surprise.
DEoL: The character of 'The Teacher' is recognisable as the 'collector of souls' archetype seen
in many portmanteau films, but he's also linked to the unnamed author. Can you tell me a little about that relationship?
DM: We worked with Joerg Stadler (from Saving Private Ryan), playing 'The Fourth Writer', who is set up as an aged, reclusive horror writer attempting to escape the ghosts of his past. One of those ghosts happens to be 'The Teacher', an antagonist from an unnamed horror series of books, manifested in the real world. As the writer attempts to deviate from his past work, 'The Teacher' arrives into his life to alter the course of his newest novel, turning it into a much darker tale. That story is the main narrative of Surprise, hence why the antagonist is re-introduced later in the film, writing himself into the story. To put it bluntly, it's an allegory of writers block, or at least that's what we intended. You can maybe see it as a Frankenstein tale of a creation coming back for his creator.
DEoL: How long was the shoot and how much prep did the actors get? I ask this as the performances are so assured.
DM: Surprise was filmed over 15 months, partly funded from our own pocket. With it being essentially a series of short films, it really wasn't an issue for us. The opening was filmed over one day in Whitby, with an average of three days given to each of the additional segments, including the main narrative. We were so impressed with the actors, given the fact that rehearsal was only given for the social club scenes, due to the heavy amount of dialogue. They brought so much to the characters. Also I think it helps that I've done quite a bit of acting these past 5 years, so I feel like we can put the actors at ease and really get the best out of them, whilst keeping them relaxed. It was a very informal set. The final day was our actress Laura Ellen Wilson's birthday, so drinks were flowing (more than usual, anyway).
DEoL: So what's been happening with the film since it was completed? Has it played at festivals and if so what's been the reception?
DM: Yes, we showcased it at a couple smaller festivals around the UK: however it recently played Starburst International Film Festival which was huge for us, and a large turnout as well. It was the first time we both could sit back and feel proud of our love-letter to horror since the cast and crew screening back in December 2018.
DEoL: Any distribution plans to give it a wider audience?
DM: I am just happy for it to be out there, as the next film is often better than the previous. We don't intend to make a feature without securing additional funding, so for Surprise we're trying to just get it out there, with the hope of returning to essentially pull an Evil Dead 2 and remake the film with a budget, and make it part of a trilogy which, in our head, is already written. I'm very proud of it, and considering the budget, we tried to be as ambitious as possible.
DEoL: And finally what projects are you working on at the moment?
DM: Currently doing a lot of writing, with the intent of doing a few acting showreel pieces later in the year (if the world continues to spin, anyway). Working on a feature that deals with isolation, this being a perfect time to keep motivated.
DEoL: Thanks so much and good luck with everything!
You can watch watch Surprise here for free. Enjoy!
DEoL: The character of 'The Teacher' is recognisable as the 'collector of souls' archetype seen
A body is found in the 'Sweethearts' segment of Surprise |
DM: We worked with Joerg Stadler (from Saving Private Ryan), playing 'The Fourth Writer', who is set up as an aged, reclusive horror writer attempting to escape the ghosts of his past. One of those ghosts happens to be 'The Teacher', an antagonist from an unnamed horror series of books, manifested in the real world. As the writer attempts to deviate from his past work, 'The Teacher' arrives into his life to alter the course of his newest novel, turning it into a much darker tale. That story is the main narrative of Surprise, hence why the antagonist is re-introduced later in the film, writing himself into the story. To put it bluntly, it's an allegory of writers block, or at least that's what we intended. You can maybe see it as a Frankenstein tale of a creation coming back for his creator.
DEoL: How long was the shoot and how much prep did the actors get? I ask this as the performances are so assured.
DM: Surprise was filmed over 15 months, partly funded from our own pocket. With it being essentially a series of short films, it really wasn't an issue for us. The opening was filmed over one day in Whitby, with an average of three days given to each of the additional segments, including the main narrative. We were so impressed with the actors, given the fact that rehearsal was only given for the social club scenes, due to the heavy amount of dialogue. They brought so much to the characters. Also I think it helps that I've done quite a bit of acting these past 5 years, so I feel like we can put the actors at ease and really get the best out of them, whilst keeping them relaxed. It was a very informal set. The final day was our actress Laura Ellen Wilson's birthday, so drinks were flowing (more than usual, anyway).
DEoL: So what's been happening with the film since it was completed? Has it played at festivals and if so what's been the reception?
DM: Yes, we showcased it at a couple smaller festivals around the UK: however it recently played Starburst International Film Festival which was huge for us, and a large turnout as well. It was the first time we both could sit back and feel proud of our love-letter to horror since the cast and crew screening back in December 2018.
DEoL: Any distribution plans to give it a wider audience?
DM: I am just happy for it to be out there, as the next film is often better than the previous. We don't intend to make a feature without securing additional funding, so for Surprise we're trying to just get it out there, with the hope of returning to essentially pull an Evil Dead 2 and remake the film with a budget, and make it part of a trilogy which, in our head, is already written. I'm very proud of it, and considering the budget, we tried to be as ambitious as possible.
DEoL: And finally what projects are you working on at the moment?
DM: Currently doing a lot of writing, with the intent of doing a few acting showreel pieces later in the year (if the world continues to spin, anyway). Working on a feature that deals with isolation, this being a perfect time to keep motivated.
DEoL: Thanks so much and good luck with everything!
You can watch watch Surprise here for free. Enjoy!
Friday, 3 April 2020
Dark Eyes Retro Reads #1 - The 1974 New English Library Horror Series
Among the plethora of magazines, television programmes and books available at that time, several publishers devoted serious resources to their horror output, and no finer example was the New English Library, or NEL as they were more popularly known. Acquired in 1961 as a complement to the New American Library imprint, and formed from two separate companies, Four Square Books Ltd and Ace Books Ltd, NEL's output in its first fifteen years of operation often covered the salacious (although it later gained more mainstream acceptance by publishing works by, among others, Stephen King and James Herbert), and was renowned for its science fiction and 'yoof' output.
But it was the horror and supernatural titles that first attracted me as an early teen. I'd been aware of many of its catalogue titles already: books like Richard Allen's 'Skinhead' series had done the rounds of the school playgrounds, and one or two of the racier NEL items had been procured from kids' dads' secret stashes and subjected to close break-time scrutiny (ah, the well thumbed page). But in 1974 the publishers brought out six successive novels badged as a 'horror' series, which was a bit odd because they'd been publishing horror titles for a few years. Who were the authors of these things? Where could I read more of their published works? How can I get away with reading them on public transport in the 21st Century? Well now all - ok bits - can be revealed, in a closer look at each of the six titles (oh and as a sidebar, NEL actually published nine additional horror/terror titles that year, including three by Errol Lecale, an author I'll cover in a later post, plus James Herbert's and Guy N. Smith's first books, 'The Rats' and 'Werewolf by Moonlight', Stephen King's 'Carrie' and a non fiction account of the lives of Burke and Hare, but these weren't included in the series.
Horror No. 1 - 'The Terror of the Seven Crypts' by Etienne Aubin. You will struggle to find any mention of the impressively named Aubin in writer directories or on the internet outside of their connection with this and one other NEL title ('Dracula and the Virgins of the Undead' also published in 1974 but not included in this horror series for some reason). This is because Aubin was a pseudonym - one of at least 45 - adopted by the author James Moffat (1922 - 1993), a Canadian born writer with over 290 titles to his name, covering a range of genres. His output included the 'Skinhead' series mentioned above under another of his noms de plumes, Richard Allen (written when he was about 50, no mean feat for a writer popularly believed to have accurately captured boot boy culture in these novels).
Anyhow, 'Seven Crypts' locates us at the fractious height of the French Revolution; well a pulp fiction version of it anyway, with names like Robespierre and Marat thrown around for verisimilitude and the odd French word chucked in to remind us what country we're in - there's even an "Allo Allo" in there. In a network of booby trapped crypts beneath Chateau Deveraux, a mansion in the French countryside, Marcel Fournier, mucker of the aforementioned scoundrels, squirrels away the treasure amassed from the country's nobility, but before he has a chance to enjoy his spoils, the mansion is besieged by 'the rabble' who tear him limb from limb.
Some time later a ramshackle group of middle class Royalist escapees and servants flee the horror of Madame Guillotine by sheltering in the same Chateau. But one after the other their members are murdered when they wander off and unwittingly access doors to the seven crypts. Someone, either one of their number or an interloper, is doing the killing, and it's up to their nominated leader, square jawed Jacques Roland, to work out who's responsible. By the way, it's a disfigured and bonkers Fournier doing the offing, if you're interested.
This stodgy mess of whodunnit and historical fiction weighs in at a merciful 108 pages but is still a real chore to get through. There are heaving bosoms aplenty and the occasional splash of gore - Fournier's unmasking at the end is completely borrowed from 'The Phantom of the Opera.' And on the subject of borrowing, the cover is lifted from the NEL/Four Square book 'Kurt Singer's Ghost Omnibus' published in 1967. The 'Pit and the Pendulum' style painting only vaguely represents any of the contents of 'Seven Crypts', but covers are there to sell books, aren't they?
Horror No. 2 - 'The Village of Fear' by Martin Jenson. Ah, some real horror at last! Some internet sources suggest that Jenson was a Danish novelist born in 1946, who became a full-time author in 1996. If this is true it would have made him about 28 when he wrote this. But after reading 'The Village of Fear' it's pretty hard to believe that such a young author would have been able to write the often misanthropic and occasionally downright misogynistic prose contained in the novel. In reality the author's light burned briefly: he was the author of two further NEL titles, 'An Odour of Decay' published the following year, and 'Echo on the Stairs' in 1977, but it's likely that Mr Jenson was indeed a pseudonym for another writer, based on NEL's track record.
The titular village in the novel is Wellesford, a fictional location not far from Coventry. Presided over by the Reverend Trench, a man who is as likely to despatch sinners as he is to dead head the roses in his garden. For Trench is a man with a mission - to expunge from the area those who sin against God's holy writ, which in his eyes, is a pretty all encompassing project. His principle targets are: the local Conservative Club managed by Colonel Harry Rodgers, already a den of iniquity whose manager has the temerity to apply for a license extension; David Marriott's village Social Centre, attracting and failing to manage a range of miscreants including an out of town biker chapter called the Yellow Helmets; and worst of all Wellesford's own film and culture buff, Tom Radcliffe, who commits the heinous sin of planning a movie club screening of Luis Buñuel's 'Viridiana.'
Trench is having none of this of course, and after stern letters to all three sinners requesting them to desist, he embarks on an orgy of arson and murder to rid the village of anyone who, basically, disagrees with him.
'The Village of Fear' is considered by those who study these things to be one of the better NELs - it certainly packs a lot into its 128 pages. Character wise there isn't a single sympathetic person in the book. The police are fools, anyone under 25 is delinquent, and the women are depicted either as frowsy housewives or, in the case of newly widowed Anita, a dipsomaniac sex crazed exhibitionist gold digger, over the hill at 32 (mind you, NEL published a book called 'Sex for the Over 40s' which was obviously geriatric in terms of the 1970s libido)! Trench's psychopathic evangelism also provides for some spectacularly lurid death scenes, which all stem from the novel's subtext: the Vicar's problem with his own lustful urges (Jenson's lexicon of descriptors for Trench's erect penis - 'the treacherous member' - borders on genius).
One doesn't really get much sense of a village in fear here, more a state of confusion, not helped by bumbling coppers and not one but two members of the public working out the identity of the perp before the authorities, in the shape of slow on the uptake Sergeant Clyde. But this is great fun. Jenson was clearly writing to order - and to a deadline I'm guessing; the ending feels very rushed. And it's distinctly possible that David McGillivray may have read this before penning the script for the 1976 Pete Walker movie House of Mortal Sin, which also concerns a sex crazed priest.
Horror No. 3 - The Venomous Serpent aka Night Creatures by Brian Ball. Ball is our first real named author in the series. Like Moffat before him, Brian Neville Ball, born in 1932 and still with us, wrote a huge number of books, mainly across the horror, sci fi and fantasy genres, including three NELs, namely 'Lesson for the Damned' (1971), 'Devil's Peak' (1972). And this one.
MR James seems to be the initial inspiration for this tale which at its outset concerns a possessed brass rubbing, a story which fairly sharply takes a diversion into Stokerland.
Andy and Sally are a pair of young artists trying to scratch a living in a village in the Peak District. They move into an 18th century barn to escape the drug fuelled world of art school, and find themselves fashioning trinkets and home made candles for day tripping tourists as a way to get by. They are of course 'living in sin' (a phrase which would be largely redundant within the next ten years) and thus not immediately welcomed by the villagers. Sally brings home the brass rubbing having discovered an abandoned and semi ruined church nearby to their home in Stymead, complete with impressive but strangely heavily camouflaged tomb. Thinking that mass producing such rubbings might be a good way to bring in the pounds without much outlay, Sally pins the picture on the wall. But the etching depicts Lord Humphrey de Latours and his wife Lady Sybil, the latter of whom turns out to be a vampire.
Andy, who is the narrator of the story, warns the reader that events will unfold very speedily, and indeed they do after a rather leisurely start. Bearing in mind what happens to the character by the end of the tale, the reader is perhaps surprised by how measured is Andy's prose in the first section of the book. But when it gets going, with the inclusion of hell beasts, stakings and beheadings, 'The Venomous Serpent' is actually quite thrilling stuff. Andy, who in the story is a strapping twenty year old, shows a level of introspection and resourcefulness that most people of a similar age these days would struggle to acquire. There's a definite pattern in these books depicting those who we would now consider 'young' as mature - or over the hill in terms of women, which suggests there has been a real shift in what we (or western society at least) consider as 'grown up.'
I'm also doubtful about the year in which the story was written. Although, like the other NELs in this series, the publication year is 1974, there's reference to pre-decimal currency and also at one point a mention of the villagers forming a local Shelter group to deal with local homelessness; Shelter was formed in 1966 and local activism was particularly prevalent in the three years following its establishment. But on the whole this is one of the better NELs - it's still a bit of a slog to get through and the writing style, particularly the supernatural descriptions, brings to mind stodgy authors like William Hope Hodgson. However you've got to love someone who manages their own inter text publicity; Ball makes asterisked references to both his other NEL books by peripherally shoehorning their plots into his narrative - nice one Brian!
Horror No. 4 - Plastic Man by Jeremy Brent. The sole book by Jeremy Brent strongly suggests a pseudonym, as there's no other reference to either the author or any of his other works on the internet - but it could also be that Mr Brent peaked with his sole SF/horror outing and retired to a life of hedge trimming and pipe puffing. But if sales of this one in any way contributed to his future comfort, I'd be extremely surprised.
On the face of it 'Plastic Man', with its science fiction setup, seems an odd choice for inclusion in a range of horror books. But the science is ditched fairly early on for a story that isn't so much written as seemingly conjured up from a succession of cheese fuelled dreams, but terribly stuffy with it.
Brad Minton, star reporter for Colossal Press, is despatched to Sunderland to get the skinny on a strange, flattened corpse discovered by police. Squashed in plastic, with its burst eyes and blood vessels, it's clearly an awful sight. A similar corpse turns up attached to one of the monoliths at Stonehenge, and Minton is determined to get to the bottom of things. The responsible person isn't human at all, but a computer: TASU (Thought Analysation Storage Unit) is a super machine devised by Albert Bright, an experimental scientist, who lives in splendid isolation with his goddaughter Lann who of course Minton falls for. TASU is the result of many years of research - oh and a stolen criminal's brain which provides the organic centre of the machine, which when added to Bright's own megalomanic thought projections, promises nothing but trouble.
Nosey Brad decides to dig around Bright's lab, when he's discovered by the scientist, and subjected to some kind of brain transfer which makes him TASU and Bright's slave. TASU issues the world some instructions, including liberating money from banks and repurposing office blocks for the homeless, and uses Minton to publicise them in the press. Using a pseudonym, 'Nemesis,' to author the piece, the editor of Colossal Press is delighted to be able to publish such a sensational bit of copy. But the publication sparks off a national revolution, with members of the public rushing to hear the words of 'Nemesis', confessing their sins and tearing their clothes off, and a self appointed army called the 'Doom Men' (who are also self administered castrati, allowing Brent to pen some excellent putdowns like "you spermless bastards!") who take it on themselves to co-ordinate TASU's list of demands.
I'm four NELs in, and honestly I'm not sure if my mind has curdled due to exposure to such a lot of rubbish writing, or whether I'm TASU's latest victim. Coupled with a multiWTF storyline - it's pretty hard to work out what the devil's happening most of the time - Brent's clunky prose renders many a titter. Again one wonders whether this might have been written a few years before 1974; the rioting scenes feel quite 'sixties' and Brent clearly has no idea how a computer works (although he was hardly alone in this; there's a whole book to be written about weird perceptions of the function of computers in fiction, TV and film at this point in pop cultural history). TASU's demands, and the spread of the all powerful emasculated 'Doom Men,' both feel very much like thinly veiled criticisms of communism, and when, towards the end of the book, the author sets out pages of military strategy as the army struggle to regain order (it's fascinating how the spectre of the army lingered on into the 1970s in UK sci fi - just look at episodes of Doctor Who - although they never seemed to be particularly effective), it gives us a fairly clear picture of the cut of Mister Brent's jib.
Horror No. 5 - Draco the Dragon Man by Cyril Donson. Although this is popularly believed to be number 5 in the series, it's the only one of the six not actually given a number. No matter.
We know a little bit more about Mr Donson than our previous author. Born in 1919 in Mexborough, Yorkshire, he was a journalist and author, and at one period of his life a schoolmaster at the Royal Naval School in Tal Handaq, Malta. He claimed to have published more than 6000 pieces, fiction and nonfiction, under various noms de plumes including Lonny Cordis, Russ Kidd, Via Hartford, Anita Mackin, and his real name Cyril Donson, under which he mainly wrote sci fi, so 'Draco the Dragon Man' is somewhat of a departure.
Published when the author was in his mid 50s (he died in 1986), the book is dedicated to 'My Very Dear Friends Frank Kitson and his wife Maria A. Kitson Montalto, The Baroness of Benuarrat, Malta G.C (George Cross)'. It seems that Frank was also on the staff of the Royal Naval School, hence the connection. Quite what Frank and Maria would have made of this little potboiler is anyone's guess - they both died relatively recently so would have been alive to see - and possibly blanche at - the dedication.
Sir Damon Draycott (pronounced 'Draco' hence the title) is a historian, archaeologist and plucky speleologist. Although he lives in a big pile in the Derbyshire hills, when we first meet him he's preparing for an expedition potholing deep beneath the Big Bend area of Texas. Left behind are his long suffering PA Dorothy and his maid, Jenny, with whom he's been enjoying a relationship that goes beyond breakfast in bed. He celebrates the eve of his big adventure by having a good luck fuck with up for it Elga Andersen, the Swedish receptionist at the hotel in which he's staying (and of course being Swedish, in the common understanding of the time, she's automatically a raving nymphomaniac - later she will have a threesome to prove it). And it's Damon's serial philandering ways that will come to bear later in the story.
So Draycott descends underground for a marathon caving session, but a few days into his trek he slips and falls, suffering serious injuries as a result. He's rescued by a strange race of dragon men, unsightly to look at but benevolent in manner, who feel a bond to our adventurer because of his surname. Fearing that, because of his injuries, he may not make it out of the caves alive, the strange subterraneans, who have an uncanny ability to repair themselves and therefore live to an advanced age, give Draycott some of their own blood.
Once recovered and back above ground, with the blood of the dragon men coursing through his veins, Draycott has renewed vigour, which he proves via a welcome back fuck with Elga, which leaves her seriously impressed ("You're so much...bigger" she comments). But there's a side effect which the dragon men didn't warn him about; every few days Draycott transforms into a dragon man himself, but because of his less than clean living ways, his dragon man, rather than the kindly form of his rescuers, is intent on raping and killing! So, ensconced back in Derbyshire, the hills are alive with the sound of, well people getting raped and killed really, as the police scratch their heads trying to work out the identity of the killer, and Draycott managing to fool his friends and family by covering up his scaly alter ego, courtesy of a secret tunnel that leads from his lab. Eventually Draycott's double life is rumbled, but in case one was hoping for a moral victory with the serial dragon killer slayed by the authorities, well sorry to disappoint because the scaly mass murderer fools his pursuers and hot foots it back to the world of the dragon men, presumably to give them the heads up about alternative lifestyles.
I really liked 'Draco the Dragon Man.' It takes a while to get going, but its fusing of werewolf style transformations and Jekyll and Hyde moral conundrums is pretty fun, not to mention some cringingly written sex scenes and random body tearing violence - oh and don't have out of wedlock sex ladies, particularly if your name is Elga. I have no idea of the point of the whole thing, but with Donson's output I seriously don't think he ever stopped long enough to worry about it.
Horror No. 6 - The Orgy Of Bubastis by Derek Hyde Chambers. This is probably one of the best known of the series; hey, the title even got nicked (and slightly mangled) by 1990s art-oddballs 'Add N to X' for a track on their second album, 1998's 'On the Wires of Our Nerves.'
On the surface Hyde-Chambers' history looks not to the written word, but the cinema. Derek was a film and TV editor with a considerable CV: born in 1914, his first genre credit was on the 1956 Children's Film Foundation offering Supersonic Saucer. Later work included TV series such as The Invisible Man (1959), One Step Beyond (1961), The Champions (1968) and Space 1999 (1975).
'The Orgy of Bubastis' seems to be Hyde-Chambers' only published book; but that was just in his own name. An archived interview with his wife Peggy disclosed that he'd written around 36 other titles, and a bit of sleuthing has discovered that these were published under a pseudonym, Arthur MacLean, mainly in the late 1950s/early 1960s. The books were chiefly entries in the popular 'Sexton Blake Library' series, with lurid titles like 'The Man Who Killed Me!' and 'Bargain in Blood.' but he also wrote a couple of westerns.
In the interview Peggy confessed to significantly editing his work as he used to run out of time juggling writing and movie editing projects. Quite what persuaded Derek to dust off the typewriter in the early 1970s to produce 'Bubastis' will now be a matter of conjecture only: sadly Hyde-Chambers died just six years after its publication, aged 65, but had been plagued with ill health for some time previously. One read of the novel also fills one with concern that the perfectly proper Peggy Hyde-Chambers should have had to pull this one into shape - it's a bizarre book, as a quick whizz round the plot will confirm.
Four actors, Jeremy, Myles, Mareta and Lois, book themselves in to an exclusive weight loss centre, the Sante clinic, deep in picturesque Dordogne in France. On the drive to the facility there is a bizarre incident: a cat jumps onto the bonnet of the car and when the guys leave the young ladies and try and find it, Jeremy is attacked by an unknown furry beast. On returning to the vehicle the girls are missing: Lois is found mussed up in a ditch, and Mareta is discovered naked, blathering on about being Bastet, Goddess of Fertility, brandishing a trident and a castrated penis!
The quartet of by now rather ruffled thesps make their way to the clinic, which is owned and managed by the enigmatic Doctor Peter Frantzius and his assistants Sister Puchert and Elsa Schneider - yes they're Germans, hanging out in France, so no good can come of this. The four actors are separated to recover from their ordeal, and the following morning Jeremy and Myles opt out of the daily clinic jog and explore the area. They come across a church like structure in the grounds and, looking around, encounter something rather odd inside - a hideous dwarf in a cage with an enormous phallus, smelling of rotten meat.
From here on in things get really weird. Myles starts hallucinating, encounters a sort of erotic dance between Mareta (in her Bastet guise) and the dwarf, hears strange voices and, at one point, has a woodland meeting with Elsa who promptly transforms into a well known (it says here) local legend, the Werewolf of the Dordogne. The local chief of police, Joseph Maurac, can make neither head nor tale of the events as recounted by Myles, and calls in resident folklorist Etienne Dumas to assist. After a bit of chin stroking Dumas puts the diverse pieces of the story together and arrives at the rather prosaic conclusion that Myles' fags have been spiked with LSD, Mareta is looney tunes, and Doctor Frantzius fancies himself as Apep - Destroyer of the Day, and mythologically Bastet's sworn enemy.
It's fair to conclude that 'The Orgy of Bubastis' - and, sadly, there isn't an orgy in sight here - is Hyde-Chambers' staunch moral warning about his three biggest fears: drugs, health resorts and Germans. The writer also takes that standard authorial device - repetition of events to deepen a readers' understanding of what's happening - and applies it so frequently that the first half of the book is pretty much a recap of the opening ten pages again and again. But this is a fitting end to the series; totally chicken oriental, boring and bizarre in equal measure.
My sincere thanks to the various physical and online bookshops that have provided the above tomettes, and to you the reader for sparing the time to take the journey with me. If indeed you got this far.
Sir Damon Draycott (pronounced 'Draco' hence the title) is a historian, archaeologist and plucky speleologist. Although he lives in a big pile in the Derbyshire hills, when we first meet him he's preparing for an expedition potholing deep beneath the Big Bend area of Texas. Left behind are his long suffering PA Dorothy and his maid, Jenny, with whom he's been enjoying a relationship that goes beyond breakfast in bed. He celebrates the eve of his big adventure by having a good luck fuck with up for it Elga Andersen, the Swedish receptionist at the hotel in which he's staying (and of course being Swedish, in the common understanding of the time, she's automatically a raving nymphomaniac - later she will have a threesome to prove it). And it's Damon's serial philandering ways that will come to bear later in the story.
So Draycott descends underground for a marathon caving session, but a few days into his trek he slips and falls, suffering serious injuries as a result. He's rescued by a strange race of dragon men, unsightly to look at but benevolent in manner, who feel a bond to our adventurer because of his surname. Fearing that, because of his injuries, he may not make it out of the caves alive, the strange subterraneans, who have an uncanny ability to repair themselves and therefore live to an advanced age, give Draycott some of their own blood.
Once recovered and back above ground, with the blood of the dragon men coursing through his veins, Draycott has renewed vigour, which he proves via a welcome back fuck with Elga, which leaves her seriously impressed ("You're so much...bigger" she comments). But there's a side effect which the dragon men didn't warn him about; every few days Draycott transforms into a dragon man himself, but because of his less than clean living ways, his dragon man, rather than the kindly form of his rescuers, is intent on raping and killing! So, ensconced back in Derbyshire, the hills are alive with the sound of, well people getting raped and killed really, as the police scratch their heads trying to work out the identity of the killer, and Draycott managing to fool his friends and family by covering up his scaly alter ego, courtesy of a secret tunnel that leads from his lab. Eventually Draycott's double life is rumbled, but in case one was hoping for a moral victory with the serial dragon killer slayed by the authorities, well sorry to disappoint because the scaly mass murderer fools his pursuers and hot foots it back to the world of the dragon men, presumably to give them the heads up about alternative lifestyles.
I really liked 'Draco the Dragon Man.' It takes a while to get going, but its fusing of werewolf style transformations and Jekyll and Hyde moral conundrums is pretty fun, not to mention some cringingly written sex scenes and random body tearing violence - oh and don't have out of wedlock sex ladies, particularly if your name is Elga. I have no idea of the point of the whole thing, but with Donson's output I seriously don't think he ever stopped long enough to worry about it.
Horror No. 6 - The Orgy Of Bubastis by Derek Hyde Chambers. This is probably one of the best known of the series; hey, the title even got nicked (and slightly mangled) by 1990s art-oddballs 'Add N to X' for a track on their second album, 1998's 'On the Wires of Our Nerves.'
On the surface Hyde-Chambers' history looks not to the written word, but the cinema. Derek was a film and TV editor with a considerable CV: born in 1914, his first genre credit was on the 1956 Children's Film Foundation offering Supersonic Saucer. Later work included TV series such as The Invisible Man (1959), One Step Beyond (1961), The Champions (1968) and Space 1999 (1975).
'The Orgy of Bubastis' seems to be Hyde-Chambers' only published book; but that was just in his own name. An archived interview with his wife Peggy disclosed that he'd written around 36 other titles, and a bit of sleuthing has discovered that these were published under a pseudonym, Arthur MacLean, mainly in the late 1950s/early 1960s. The books were chiefly entries in the popular 'Sexton Blake Library' series, with lurid titles like 'The Man Who Killed Me!' and 'Bargain in Blood.' but he also wrote a couple of westerns.
In the interview Peggy confessed to significantly editing his work as he used to run out of time juggling writing and movie editing projects. Quite what persuaded Derek to dust off the typewriter in the early 1970s to produce 'Bubastis' will now be a matter of conjecture only: sadly Hyde-Chambers died just six years after its publication, aged 65, but had been plagued with ill health for some time previously. One read of the novel also fills one with concern that the perfectly proper Peggy Hyde-Chambers should have had to pull this one into shape - it's a bizarre book, as a quick whizz round the plot will confirm.
Four actors, Jeremy, Myles, Mareta and Lois, book themselves in to an exclusive weight loss centre, the Sante clinic, deep in picturesque Dordogne in France. On the drive to the facility there is a bizarre incident: a cat jumps onto the bonnet of the car and when the guys leave the young ladies and try and find it, Jeremy is attacked by an unknown furry beast. On returning to the vehicle the girls are missing: Lois is found mussed up in a ditch, and Mareta is discovered naked, blathering on about being Bastet, Goddess of Fertility, brandishing a trident and a castrated penis!
The quartet of by now rather ruffled thesps make their way to the clinic, which is owned and managed by the enigmatic Doctor Peter Frantzius and his assistants Sister Puchert and Elsa Schneider - yes they're Germans, hanging out in France, so no good can come of this. The four actors are separated to recover from their ordeal, and the following morning Jeremy and Myles opt out of the daily clinic jog and explore the area. They come across a church like structure in the grounds and, looking around, encounter something rather odd inside - a hideous dwarf in a cage with an enormous phallus, smelling of rotten meat.
From here on in things get really weird. Myles starts hallucinating, encounters a sort of erotic dance between Mareta (in her Bastet guise) and the dwarf, hears strange voices and, at one point, has a woodland meeting with Elsa who promptly transforms into a well known (it says here) local legend, the Werewolf of the Dordogne. The local chief of police, Joseph Maurac, can make neither head nor tale of the events as recounted by Myles, and calls in resident folklorist Etienne Dumas to assist. After a bit of chin stroking Dumas puts the diverse pieces of the story together and arrives at the rather prosaic conclusion that Myles' fags have been spiked with LSD, Mareta is looney tunes, and Doctor Frantzius fancies himself as Apep - Destroyer of the Day, and mythologically Bastet's sworn enemy.
It's fair to conclude that 'The Orgy of Bubastis' - and, sadly, there isn't an orgy in sight here - is Hyde-Chambers' staunch moral warning about his three biggest fears: drugs, health resorts and Germans. The writer also takes that standard authorial device - repetition of events to deepen a readers' understanding of what's happening - and applies it so frequently that the first half of the book is pretty much a recap of the opening ten pages again and again. But this is a fitting end to the series; totally chicken oriental, boring and bizarre in equal measure.
My sincere thanks to the various physical and online bookshops that have provided the above tomettes, and to you the reader for sparing the time to take the journey with me. If indeed you got this far.