Beyond the Living Dead, The Black Room, The Other Hell

Beyond the Living Dead – 1973, Italy/Spain, 97m. Director: José Luis Merino.

The Black Room – 1982, US, 82m. Director: Elly Kenner, Norman Thaddeus Vane.

The Other Hell – 1981, Italy, 87m. Director: Bruno Mattei.

Simon, King of the Witches – 1971, US, 99m. Director: Bruce Kessler.

BEYOND THE LIVING DEAD (1973) (AKA: The Hanging Woman) A man (Stelvio Rosi) arrives at a mountainside village to collect an inheritance, only to bump into the corpse of the Countess to whom he’s the sole heir. The woman’s death sets off a chain reaction of events, including a graphic autopsy, a police inquiry, and family turmoil when its revealed Rosi has inherited the Countess’s entire estate. The Countess’s brother (Gérard Tichy) is experimenting in bringing the dead back to life, and his daughter dabbles in black magic. The cops peg a half-witted gravedigger (Paul Naschy) for the Countess’s murder when they discover nefarious items in his quarters, but he turns out to be a red herring in the form of a necrophiliac—he’s later served some undead justice when he’s entombed alive in a mausoleum. Those looking for a Romero-like zombie bloodbath in this slow-moving European production are better off looking elsewhere. Talky and stiffly acted. C(Currently streaming on Tubi.)

THE BLACK ROOM (1982) Unfulfilled by the lack of sex at home, married father Larry (Jimmy Stathis) rents a room in the Hollywood Hills to use for afternoon delight. The room, decked out in black curtains and candles, looks like a set leftover from a porno, and it’s just perfect for Larry’s bevy of L.A. beauties. What Larry doesn’t know is the owners of the house are a pair of Satanic, voyeuristic siblings (Cassandra Gava and Stephen Knight) who kidnap his sex partners and drain their blood in a transfusion for Knight, who suffers from a rare blood disorder. The Black Room might lack structure but it’s an interesting take on the vampire theme, and its AIDS metaphor is perhaps more obvious now than back in 1982. Character takes precedent over gore and the writing is smart enough to not allow Larry to become a macho jerk who saves the day, but a flawed individual who gets a taste of his own medicine when his wife (Clara Perryman) starts using the black room for her own needs. Whether feminism was on the screenwriter’s mind or not, The Black Room ends up being a thoughtful, albeit exploitative, little doozy. B (Currently unavailable.)

THE OTHER HELL (1981) A knife-happy nun dissects a fellow sister in an underground laboratory and removes her victim’s uterus. In the adjacent convent, a Bible erupts in flames and stigmata appears on a nun before she convulses and dies. A freethinking priest (Carlo De Mejo), who dismisses Satan, is sent to investigate and discovers a history of diabolical happenings within the convent. All of this is the product of black magic conjured by a demented Abbess (Franca Stoppi) who years earlier gave birth to a deformed child—the product of an unholy union with the Devil. More incomprehensible, exploitative nonsense made in Italy by unimaginative individuals who’ve seen The Exorcist. The sight of a priest’s charred head in a tabernacle is the only original moment in an otherwise disparagingly witless movie. F (Currently available on YouTube.)

SIMON, KING OF THE WITCHES (1971) Simon (Andrew Prine) is an inauspicious warlock who lives in a storm drain. After being taken in by the police for vagrancy, Simon makes friends with a male prostitute (George Paulsin), who later introduces him to Hercules Van Sant (Gerald York), a decadent bigwig who hires Simon to show off his magical skills at parties. Hercules’s entourage doesn’t take Simon seriously, and after they berate the man and his profession, Simon seeks revenge—starting with a pompous party guest who writes Simon a bad check. Simon meets Sarah (Ultra Violet—one of Andy Warhol’s superstars), a self-proclaimed Queen of the Witches, who holds Satanic black masses in her candlelit lair and who Simon denounces as a charlatan. Simon’s newfound celebrity gains him his own small following, and with the strengthening of his powers crosses over to the dark realm—queue the flashy, acid trip-like montage that represents Simon’s ascension into another plane of existence. Prine is charismatic, but his character is too cold to care about; much like Simon, the film itself is empty and doesn’t offer the viewer any moments of razzle-dazzle. A missed opportunity. C (Currently streaming on Tubi.)

Blackout, The Demon Lover, Night Angel

Blackout1985, Canada/US, 98m. Director: Douglas Hickox.

The Demon Lover1977, US, 74m. Director: Donald G. Jackson, Jerry Younkins.

Night Angel 1990, US, 88m. Director: Dominique Othenin-Girard

Possession1981, France/West Germany, 124m. Director: Andrzej Zulawski.

BLACKOUT (1985) An amnesiac, disfigured in a car crash, undergoes several facial reconstructive surgeries and discovers his name is Allen Devlin. Devlin (Keith Carradine) begins romancing his friendly doctor (Kathleen Quinlan) and, in the following years, the two start a family. Suburban bliss turns sour, however, when Devlin is stalked by an obsessive cop (Richard Widmark) who believes Devlin might actually be a psychopath who brutally murdered his own family six years earlier. Despite being a made-for-television thriller, Blackout is taut stuff and predates the similar The Stepfather. Established British filmmaker Douglas Hickox (Theater of Blood) delivers a well-rounded mystery, which works mostly because of believable situations and likable characters—including Quinlan, who’s excellent. Recommended, if you can find it. B (Currently unavailable.)

THE DEMON LOVER (1977) A woman is summoned to a graveyard in the middle of the night, where she’s clawed to death by some sort of monster. Later on, a group of friends who follow a cultist named Laval (Christmas Robbins, resembling Robby Steinhardt of the band Kansas) question their leader’s motives when Laval instructs the women to disrobe and open their legs for the men. Seeking retribution, Laval performs a ritual which brings forth a demon to kill his ex-cult members. Baffled by the bizarre deaths, a homicide detective seeks help from a local occult expert (Texas Chainsaw Massacre‘s Gunner Hansen), who informs the cop of the sinister dealings of underground black magic practitioners like Laval. Since this information has been evident to the viewer from the get-go, all one can do is sit back and try to enjoy this obscure bargain-basement oddity made by people who probably saw Rosemary’s Baby on acid. Entertaining in spite of itself. Look for Howard the Duck co-creator Val Mayerik in a small role. C+ (Currently streaming via Tubi.)

NIGHT ANGEL (1990) Lilith—the Biblical Adam’s first wife and mistress to Satan, the subject of theologists and Jewish folklore scholars the world over, and the antagonist of so many films of the late eighties—had, by 1990, replaced the vampire as the modern horror movie’s femme fatale. In Night Angel, Lilith (Isa Andersen) crawls out of Hell to seduce and kill the mostly male staff of a highfalutin fashion magazine in order to take over the business. That’s small peanuts compared to world domination, but within the context of the movie’s shallow world of sex and glamour it works splendidly. As soon as Lilith gets into town, she fucks one of the magazine’s editors to death before slaughtering his family. This is followed by an unintentionally hilarious sequence where Lilith, in an attempt to woo the crowd, dances for a room of publishers. More people end up murdered as she engulfs the fashion community, including the magazine’s zombified owner, who walks into an elevator shaft and plummets to his death. Lilith doesn’t stop at just men—she turns the magazine’s sex-starved heiress (Karen Black) into a brain-dead guinea pig. Photos of Lilith circulate the office, turning the employees into homicidal horndogs. Supplied by K.N.B. EFX, the makeup and other special effects are first-rate—a prolonged hallucination features the hero (Linden Ashby) walking through a David Lynchian version of Hell amidst a sea of ghastly bodily mutations, including the ultimate pair of tits. When it comes to acting, the folks of Night Angel don’t dial it back—especially Anderson, who’s particularly unrestrained in the moaning department—but would we have it any other way? I certainly hope not! Unadulterated camp—not to be missed. B (Currently available on YouTube.)

POSSESSION (1981) Mark (Sam Neill) and Anna (Isabelle Adjani) are very unhappy. Married and with a young son, the couple do nothing but scream at each other—often for no particular reason other than because the script calls for it—and throw things around as if they’re living in a skit from the Muppet Show. Anna is having an affair, but upon confronting her lover, Mark discovers she cut it off months ago. This is because Anna’s new lover is big, slimy, and not human. A private detective, hired by Mark, is murdered by Anna after stumbling upon her secret—she keeps the beast in a grungy apartment where she feeds it the body parts of her victims. Possession is a movie that takes itself very seriously, which is amusing considering it’s nothing more than an overwrought rip-off of Cronenberg’s The Brood. Both Adjani and Neill overact, with the script failing to make either character sympathetic or the slightest bit interesting. It says something when the monster turns out to be the smartest character in the movie. But, maybe that was the point? A critical and commercial bomb that’s only recently received attention from the intelligentsia who praise its grotesque decadence. D(Currently streaming on Kanopy.)

Horror Express, Mansion of the Doomed, Out of the Dark

Horror Express1972, Spain/UK, 86m. Director: Eugenio Martin.

The House on Straw Hill1976, UK, 84m. Director: James Kenelm Clarke.

Mansion of the Doomed – 1976, US, 88m. Director: Michael Pataki.

Out of the Dark – 1988, US, 90m. Director: Michael Schroeder.

HORROR EXPRESS (1972) The unearthing of a prehistoric relic—in the form of a Cro-Magnon man—at the turn of the 20th century spells doom for its discoverer (Christopher Lee) and the passengers on board a train when the fossil is transported through Russian territory. Unbeknownst to all involved, the body harbors some sort of parasitic alien life form that’s able to boil its victims brains in their skulls and take over the mind of others, thereby hiding among the travelers without their knowledge. In the process of finding out who is committing the murders, Lee and fellow scientist Peter Cushing—whadda team!—sample a victim’s blood and, through a microscope, see images of Earth from space. The idea that the creature’s blood holds photographic memories of its million-year lifespan is preposterous even by 1970s genre standards. Horror Express has the appearance of a high-class production but it’s nothing more than a lowbrow rip-off of John W. Campbell’s novella Who Goes There? made earlier (and better) as The Thing From Another World (1951). A quick pace and good cast help to capture the viewer’s attention even when the movie descends into utter nonsense—which is quite often. Recommended only for hardcore Lee/Cushing completists. C (Currently streaming on Plex and Tubi.)

THE HOUSE ON STRAW HILL (1976) (AKA: Exposé; Trauma) To finish his new book, pompous writer Udo Kier moves into a house in the British countryside (the house on Straw Hill, I presume) in order to escape his lecherous ex-girlfriend. He instead finds a new source of lechery in the form of secretary Linda Hayden (Taste the Blood of Dracula), who moves into the cottage with Kier and partakes in secretarial work, such as typing, masturbating, and joining Kier in the sack for some midday screwing—she seems particularly skilled at the latter. The ex (Fiona Richmond) eventually returns and, wouldn’t you know it, becomes the subject of a graphic lesbian sex scene. The sexcapades escalate to murder as Hayden performs a revenge-fueled knifing on Richmond before she and Kier have a fight-to-the-death showdown. The truth surfaces as the viewer discovers—through Hayden’s sanguinary activities—that Kier’s first novel was actually written by Hayden’s husband, who later committed suicide after Kier stole the manuscript, turning it into a best-seller. It’s a shame The House on Straw Hill never turns into a good movie; the final product ends up being nothing more than a shallow exercise in softcore pornography. Hayden never becomes a believable character, while Kier gives a wooden performance, made worse by awkward dubbing—despite the fact Kier is speaking English, his voice has been replaced by an American actor’s. Best to stay away from Straw Hill altogether. D (Currently streaming on Tubi.)

MANSION OF THE DOOMED (1976) In what’s essentially a loose remake of George Franju’s Eyes Without a Face, surgeon Richard Basehart goes to murderous lengths to restore his daughter’s eyesight. After Basehart causes his beautiful daughter (Trish Stewart) to go blind in a car accident, he becomes obsessed in discovering a way to perform a live eye transplant, which all of his colleagues insist can’t be done. Experimentation soon becomes the order of the day for the loony Doc who—along with the help of his assistant (Gloria Grahame)—kidnaps and performs hideous eye transplants on an assortment of victims, including Stewart’s fiancé (Lance Henriksen). Once eyeless, the “patients” are kept locked in the cellar of Basehart’s Beverly Hills mansion, where they grow into an angry mob, hungry for revenge. Mansion of the Doomed is entertaining in spite of itself, but looses momentum in the third act when the plot is swallowed in unbelievable conveniences and an unnecessary subplot involving a detective (Alice‘s Vic Tayback) wasting the viewer’s time by trying to solve the mystery. The story crescendos in the final ten minutes when the sightless horde escapes and gives Basehart a taste of his own medicine. C+ (Currently available on Plex and Tubi.)

OUT OF THE DARK (1988) The phone sex business is a hard trade, in more ways than one. The women of Suite Nothings not only have to keep their clients on the line as long as possible to make their quota, but also have to dodge the knife of a psychopathic killer in a clown mask. Apparently, these “phone fantasy girls” are so popular within their L.A. community that the boyfriend (Cameron Dye) of one of the women is assigned by a prestigious magazine to snap some pics for a cover story. Dye naturally becomes the prime suspect when photos of the first murder victim are discovered in his studio—but the actual maniac is most likely a) the leering four-eyed creep who works down the hall, b) a sleazy photographer who secretly takes pictures of women undressing through their windows, or c) Dye, the boyfriend of one of the phone sex… Oops! A nonfunctional brew of neo-noir crime elements intermixed with slasher movie cliches, Out of the Dark has a good cast trying their best within the context of the intermittently silly screenplay—and, what a cast! Karen Black! Burt Cort! Tab Hunter! Geoffrey Lewis! Paul Bartel! Divine! It’s too bad none of them can save this unabashedly awful movie from itself. D (Currently streaming on Tubi.)

The Forest, Let’s Scare Jessica to Death, The Murder Clinic

The Forest2016, US, 93m. Director: Jason Zada.

Let’s Scare Jessica to Death1971, US, 89m. Director: John D. Hancock.

The Loreley’s Grasp 1973, Spain, 84m. Director: Amando de Ossorio.

The Murder Clinic1966, Italy/France, 82m. Director: Elio Scardamaglia, Lionello De Felice.

THE FOREST (2016) On the northwest side of Japan’s Mount Fuji lies the Aokigahara, a vast forest known by locals to be filled with spirits of the dead, and a popular locale for those who wish to commit suicide. It’s in this ghostly wilderness where American teacher Jess was last seen before she disappeared. Twin sister Sara (Natalie Dormer, Game of Thrones) senses her distraught sibling’s vibes and travels to Japan to find her. Sara’s plight interests a journalist (Taylor Kinney) writing about the “Suicide Forest,” and the two hire a guide to take them into the woods. Isolation and disorientation set in until Sara becomes too psychologically unbalanced to tell what’s real and what’s in her head. The film’s roots look like they stem from the world of J-horror, but those expecting a movie filled with nonstop jump scares might be disappointed in The Forest‘s subtler approach. There are a few scary moments but the majority of the movie is focused on character and mood. Unfortunately, the third act is disjointed and clumsy, culminating in a silly “shock” ending that feels tacked on. B(Currently not streaming.)

LET’S SCARE JESSICA TO DEATH (1971) Emotionally fragile Jessica (Zohra Lampert) is taken by her husband (Barton Heyman) to convalesce in the country after she’s released from a mental hospital. Upon arriving at their new home, Jessica begins seeing a woman in white around the property—a woman who might be the ghost of someone who lived in the house decades earlier, before drowning in the nearby lake. Jessica’s mental stability starts to break when she discovers a dead body in the woods and is later attacked by a female specter from below the lake’s surface. This low budget oddity has recently gained attention from film scholars but it’s really nothing more than an uninvolving retelling of Sheridan Le Fanu’s Carmilla told through the viewpoint of a disillusioned housewife. Atmospheric but empty, and with Lampert giving a one-note performance. C (Currently not streaming.)

THE LORELEY’S GRASP (1973) (AKA: When the Screaming Stops) This movie has a helluva opening! On a dark night in Rhine, Germany, a scaly beast with claws crashes through a window and slashes a woman to death—her bloodied, lifeless body is shown in close-up as the opening credits roll. Too bad the rest of the film stinks. The victim was from an all-girl’s school—the kind that only admit centerfolds—that hires a sharpshooter (Tony Kendall) to protect the rest of the student body should more attacks occur. Kendall’s presence proves fruitless when another student is torn to pieces by the monster. Some believe it’s the work of a wild animal, but audiences know it’s the Lorelei—a legendary supernatural being that can take the form of a woman and transform into a lizard-like creature when the moon is full. After a blind beggar has his heart ripped out by the Lorelei (this movie seems to have an endless supply of torn-open fake torsos), Kendall teams up with a scientist (and Lorelei expert) to try and stop the killings. A group of townspeople round up the usual idiots to form a pitchfork-and-torch-carrying mob, hellbent on destroying the Lorelei—but much like Kendall’s himbo hunter, they fail to kill it. The Lorelei’s grasp is eventually overcome when she’s stabbed with a sacrificial dagger, but not before a quick embrace by a smitten Kendall after she transforms into busty Helga Liné. I guess love does win in the end. A handsomely made, typically asinine epic from Amando de Ossorio (Tombs of the Blind Dead). D+ (Currently streaming on Tubi.)

THE MURDER CLINIC (1966) A 19th century mental institution becomes the killing ground of a hooded maniac who slices up the patients—and staff—with a straight razor. The first on-screen victim, a mute woman, manages to escape to the nearby countryside, but succumbs to the murderer’s slashing; her book is found by a nurse the next morning with a slash torn across it. That nurse (Barbara Wilson) is new to the clinic and is introduced to the patients, all of whom seem to suffer from fits of rage, and all of whom are potential suspects. The real suspect is the hideously scarred sister-in-law of Dr. Robert Vance (William Berger), who hides in the attic—the sight of her deformed face makes a guest faint from shock (or perhaps she was surprised by the lousy make-up job). The Murder Clinic has all of the hallmarks of an early Italian slasher, or giallo—the gloved killer, the bevy of beautiful women, the complex backstory involving the protagonist. What the film doesn’t have are interesting characters, surprises, or a lick of suspense throughout its 82 minutes. C(Currently streaming on Tubi.)

The Horror of Party Beach, Night of the Bloody Apes, and The Nightcomers

The Horror of Party Beach1964, US, 78m. Director: Len Tenney.

Keep My Grave Open1977, US, 73m. Director: S.F. Brownrigg.

Night of the Bloody Apes1969, Mexico, 84m. Director: René Cardona.

The Nightcomers1971, UK, 97m. Director: Michael Winner.

THE HORROR OF PARTY BEACH (1964) Radioactive waste dumped into the ocean transforms the dead crew of a sunken fishing boat into humanoid sea monsters. The creatures ascend topside at a popular beach and kill a teen, igniting a feeding frenzy within the local scientific community. This low-grade teenybopper exploitation flick takes the upbeat musical components of the Frankie Avalon/Annette Funicello bikini romp, Beach Party, and mixes it with the horrors of Creature from the Black Lagoon, but with extremely mixed results. Much of the film’s poor craftsmanship ranks within the so-bad-it’s-good category, but its plotless story structure holds your attention only for so long. Luckily, Horror of Party Beach‘s scant 78 minutes won’t keep you from straying too far from the TV. A drive-in crap classic that predates the Roger Corman-produced Humanoids from the Deep, which features a similar plot but with 1980s-infused nudity and violence. C+ (Currently streaming on Prime.)

KEEP MY GRAVE OPEN (1977) If anyone needs more proof that Hitchcock’s Psycho influenced a whole generation of independent filmmakers, look no further than with this low-budget oddity. Lesley (Camilla Carr) lives an isolated life in a hilltop manor with her brother, Kevin. The young woman, who seems to be in a permanent state of upset, suffers from headaches and is constantly bickering with her bro, who wisely stays behind closed doors. When Lesley is in the mood for love, she seeks affection from stable boy Bobby (Stephen Tobolowsky), whose girlfriend ultimately winds up on the wrong end of a sword. Lesley’s hormones continue to surge, and after getting dolled up (and looking like Faye Dunaway in Bonnie and Clyde) she commits the most forbidden of acts with Kevin. This is followed by the slashing of another victim in the bathroom. But there’s a twist, folks! Kevin fled town years ago and left sis a loony psycho who lives in a fantasy world, using big bro’s saber to take down those she feels threatened by. Pretty scary, huh? Not really. Despite its overt silliness, Keep My Grave Open expects to be taken seriously. That’s a tough sell for a movie that seems destined to end up on a revival of Mystery Science Theater 3000. C(Currently streaming on Tubi.)

NIGHT OF THE BLOODY APES (1969) Desperate to cure his teenage son, Julio’s, leukemia, a medical doctor takes a gorilla’s heart and transplants it into the young man. After we’re treated to some graphic footage of real open-heart surgery—the squeamish will want to look away—Julio wakes up on the operating table a new man, so to speak. His newfound health is short-lived when he begins to develop ape-like facial deformities—and a thirst for brutally murdering his fellow homo sapiens. This notorious south-of-the-border gore job has all of the hallmarks of an unintentional howler, including bad editing, laughable acting, Ed Wood-level writing, and is possibly the first “the-make-up-ends-at-the-neck” example of obliviously terrible filmmaking. A subplot featuring a female wrestler seems to have been tacked on to pad out the running time, but Mexican female wrestling fans will most likely rejoice. Slightly amusing and all-moronic, Night of the Bloody Apes is Mexican trash cinema at its weirdest. The movie is actually a remake of director René Cardona’s previous Doctor of Doom, but with a lot more boobs and blood. D+ (Currently streaming on Tubi.)

THE NIGHTCOMERS (1971) Marlon Brando’s last hurrah before The Godfather gave him his superstar resurgence, this handsome but murky film acts as a prequel to Henry James’s The Turn of the Screw, which was adapted to great success as The Innocents (1961). Brando plays the brutish Peter Quint, groundskeeper to Bly Manor and home to orphans Flora (Verna Harvey) and Miles (Christopher Ellis) and their buxom governess, Ms. Jessel (Stephanie Beacham). Quint spends his days tending to the horses, drinking, and acting like a general buffoon. Despite his lecherous demeanor, Flora and Miles take an immediate liking to Quint—he tells the easily manipulated Miles that the rape Quint committed against Ms. Jessel, which Miles witnessed, is a form of lovemaking. Quint’s corruption turns Miles and Flora into psychopathic brats and Ms. Jessel into a lovelorn halfwit who literally rows a boat to her doom while pining for her despicable “lover.” The script never develops these people into actual characters the viewer can sympathize with; instead, the actors go through the motions like zombified caricatures. Brando’s terrible Scottish accent is one for the ages. Read Turn of the Screw and bypass this flaky production without a second thought. D (Currently unavailable.)

Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1974-1995 🍖

THE TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE (1974) Perhaps the perfect American horror film of its generation, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre not only took the slasher movie to terrifying new levels, it gave birth to one of cinema’s most memorable (and horrifying) villains: Leatherface. A seemingly carefree summer afternoon turns into a nightmare for friends driving down some Texas backroads when they encounter a family of sadistic, grave robbing cannibals. The simple premise is made all the more horrific thanks to Tobe Hooper’s handling of the material—the film utilizes sound, disorienting music, and extreme close-ups to create a claustrophobic environment that makes the whole ordeal feel authentically brutal. The cast is amateur but good, especially Marilyn Burns who became a benchmark for future Final Girls. Unrelentingly suspenseful and unforgivingly grim, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre is a masterpiece in horror filmmaking. A (Currently streaming on Pluto TV and Tubi.)

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE 2 (1986) This 12-years-later sequel got a bad rap when it was originally released, but on second viewing it’s not half bad. Actually, compared to the later entries in the long-running series, Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 is quite good. The Sawyer clan, now relocated to Dallas and owners of an award-winning food truck (“The secret’s in the meat”), is hunted by a disgruntled former Texas marshal (Dennis Hopper) whose nephew was murdered in the first movie. A string of corpses—including a couple of frat boys Leatherface (Bill Johnson) slices up with his chainsaw in one of the film’s most elaborate sequences—leads Hopper to the cannibal family, who’ve made home underneath an abandoned theme park. Tobe Hooper returned to the director’s chair and injected the story with humor to balance out the outrageous violence, which includes the ultimate chainsaw battle that ends in a disemboweling. Tom Savini’s gore effects will make you swear off eating meat for a few days. B+ (Currently streaming on Pluto TV and Tubi.)

LEATHERFACE: THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE III (1990) As the film opens, our heroine drives down a dusty patch of Texas road and passes a sign which reads, “Don’t mess with Texas.” Wiser words were never written within the context of a horror movie. The woman in question, Michelle (Kate Hodge)—a pacifist who can’t stomach the sight of roadkill—turns off the main highway and runs smack into Leatherface (R.A. Mihailoff) and his shiny chainsaw, which is nearly as big as he is. Returning to the gruesome nature of the original, Chainsaw Massacre III ignores the events of the satirical Part 2 and acts as a direct sequel to Hooper’s 1974 film. Leatherface lives with a new family of demented cannibals—they mostly refer to him as “Junior,” suggesting these characters could be extended family from those in the first movie. Grandpa is long dead, but that doesn’t stop the family’s little girl (Jennifer Banko) from feeding the desiccated corpse blood collected from fresh victims. Not many liked this third Chainsaw outing when it was released. True, it lacks the suspense and intelligence of its predecessors—but Texas Chainsaw III is a decent entry in the series and offers good acting, a couple of scares, and a lightning-quick pace. Dawn of the Dead‘s Ken Foree is excellent as a survivalist who steps in and gives the Leatherface clan a taste of their own medicine, so to speak. B (Currently not streaming.)

TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE: THE NEXT GENERATION (1995) (AKA: The Return of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre) A quartet of high schoolers on their way to prom wreck their car in the middle of Nowhere, Texas, and become victims of Leatherface and his predictably deranged family in this semi-sequel/remake. Clad in his signature yellow apron, Bubba (Robert Jacks) stores one of the teens in deep freeze while his tow truck-driving brother (Matthew McConaughey) terrorizes Renee Zellweger by forcing her to watch her date become a food source for the clan of redneck cannibals. The plot is essentially a repeat of Part III but with more of an emphasis on characterization than on-screen bloodletting—although the film has its share of gory moments. The screenplay is infused with humor, including a scene where Leatherface and gang sit down to a pizza dinner. Leatherface is more of a Jame Gumb/Buffalo Bill cross-dressing-type and is often overshadowed by the more flamboyant McConaughey, whose performance is quite frightening at times. Offbeat and scattershot, but with an undeniably bleak atmosphere and truly grimy aesthetic. Look for a cameo by the original’s Marilyn Burns. C+ (Currently not available.)

Brain Dead, A Day of Judgement, Humanoids from the Deep

Blue Monkey – 1987, Canada, 96m. Director: William Fruet.

Brain Dead – 1990, US, 84m. Director: Adam Simon.

A Day of Judgement – 1981, US, 93m. Director: Charles Reynolds.

Humanoids from the Deep1980, US, 80m. Director: Barbara Peeters.

BLUE MONKEY (1987) (AKA: Insect) An infection caused by a plant originating from a volcanic island in Micronesia causes its host to barf up a parasitic organism. The doctors at the local hospital—which is also the location of an experimental computer that can produce lasers, I think—are baffled, especially when the parasite metamorphoses into a weird bug. Luckily, one of the doctors knows an entomologist. This proves a feeble attempt at help when the bug is accidentally exposed to a growth hormone and transforms into a ginormous grasshopper, subsequently going on a killing spree by tearing the patients and staff asunder. Fortunately for the rest of the potential bug chow, straight-laced detective Steve Railsback is on site and ready to Serve and Protect, especially after the city enforces a building quarantine. Convenience is something the script of Blue Monkey has in strides. What it doesn’t have are interesting characters, intelligence, suspense, or convincing special FX, most of which are hidden within bad lighting. As for the title, it’s a reference to a recurring dream mentioned by a child. Sneeze and you’ll miss that plot point entirely. C(Currently streaming on Tubi.)

BRAIN DEAD (1990) Neurosurgeon Martin (Bill Pullman) is asked by college friend Reston (Bill Paxton) to study the brain of schizophrenic murderer Halsey (Bud Cort), who resides at mental institution, Lakeside, owned by Reston’s employer. Before his mind snapped and he killed his family, Halsey came up with some kind of formula that would’ve made the company millions. He destroyed his work but Reston believes the information still resides in Halsey’s brain, which is where Martin comes into play—to do selective brain exploration. Reality begins to blur when Martin wakes up as a patient at Lakeside, bringing into question whether he’s insane or part of some diabolical corporate plan. More cerebral thriller than anything else, Brain Dead is an interesting film, but it’s also a frustrating one. The fine line of Reality vs. Dreams isn’t quite as refined here as in other movies dealing with the subject—Lost Highway (1997), for example. But the film manages to overcome most of its obstacles thanks to a tight pace and strong acting by Pullman and Cort. It’s nothing special, but you’ll never be bored. B(Currently streaming on Tubi.)

A DAY OF JUDGEMENT (1981) Southern-based independent filmmaker Earl Owensby made a name for himself in the seventies by producing, writing, directing, and acting in several low-budget movies primarily made in his hometown of Shelby, North Carolina. The majority of Owensby’s films were action and exploitation titles, but by the eighties Owensby dipped his toe into the world of horror, starting with Wolfman in 1979 and ending with Rottweiler 3-D in 1983. In between came A Day of Judgement, a well-intended but meandering horror-melodrama. The advent of the swinging 1920s in a small Southern town turns the once God-fearing residents into unrepentant sinners. The departure of the disillusioned town priest is met with the arrival of a mysterious, scythe-wielding figure who gives the narcissistic residents a taste of their own medicine—after an old battleaxe poisons her neighbor’s dog, she’s pulled into her precious flowerbed by disembodied hands and down to the fiery pits of Hell. More naughty townsfolk are eventually collected into the Grim Reaper’s grip and dragged to Purgatory, where they repent and are given a second chance in the form of the tiresome “It Was Only a Dream” plot twist. A Day of Judgement wallows in its soap opera subplots to the point where I was starting to look at the clock. However, the film gets some credit for trying something different during the height of the slasher heyday, with the filmmakers placing an emphasis on character over splatter—although there is an impressive on-camera decapitation for the gore enthusiasts. According to Stephen Thrower (author of the terrific Nightmare U.S.A.: The Untold Story of the Exploitation Independents), the film failed to secure theatrical distribution and was release direct to video. It’s easy to see why. C (Currently unavailable.)

HUMANOIDS FROM THE DEEP (1980) A small fishing community is besieged by a horde of aquatic creatures, which descend upon the town during its summer festivities. The deaths of several beach-goers interrupts the otherwise mundane interactions of the locals, including a racial spat between a group of bumpkins lead by Vic Morrow and a Native American fisherman. The watery beasts eventually move from murder to rape, impregnating their female victims to insure the continuation of their kind. It’s a colorful conglomeration of underwater horror titles like Creature from the Black Lagoon and Jaws, with added nudity and gore. The participation of a woman director (Barbara Peeters) gives the film an edgier vibe, but most of the splatter and T&A was shot by an uncredited Jimmy Murakami. The climactic attack on a beachfront night carnival is both funny and gruesome, and features impressive make-up FX courtesy of Rob Bottin. Great fun! B+ (Currently streaming Prime, Shudder, and Tubi.)

Astro-Zombies, Mind Killer, Phantom of the Mall

The Astro-Zombies1968, US, 93m. Director: Ted V. Mikels.

Mind Killer1987, US, 86m. Director: Michael Krueger.

Phantom of the Mall: Eric’s Revenge1989, US, 91m. Director: Richard Friedman.

Zombie Nightmare 1987, Canada, 83m. Director: Jack Bravman.

THE ASTRO-ZOMBIES (1968) Former president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, Wendell Corey, slums it in this rip-off of every Ed Wood movie from the fifties. Corey plays a G-Man looking for mad scientist John Carradine, who’s concocted a plan to create a race of superhuman beings—just like Bela Lugosi in Bride of the Monster—via “astro science” (i.e. assembling body parts from the recently dead to build Frankenstein-like zombies). Carradine’s creations ultimately get the best of him and go on a massacre. Plastic special effects abound. The gory action is intermixed with scenes involving a spy ring and the CIA, most likely due to the recent release of the James Bond film You Only Live Twice. With its plethora of polyester suits, beehive hairstyles, and knee-high boots, The Astro-Zombies will most likely cure anybody inflicted with nostalgia for the sixties. D (Currently streaming on Tubi.)

MIND KILLER (1987) Nebbish librarian Warren (Joe McDonald), who has no luck in meeting Ms. Right, stumbles upon a manuscript that promises the power of mind control. Despite being told by his coworker that the author was mysteriously murdered, Warren becomes obsessed with the document and turns into a regular Buddy Love. His newfound abilities spin out of control (in a squeamish scene, a coworker has his fingers sliced by a rogue paper cutter) and manifest into a small, sack-like creature that slowly bursts out of his body. Mind Killer borrows ideas from H.P. Lovecraft within the context of a low-budget direct-to-video movie, but there’s a good deal of care that went into the production. The acting and direction are solid, the make-up effects inventive, and the writing witty. The script’s funniest moment is when Warren’s roommate, in response to someone wondering how to get into politics, suggests, “Make bad movies. Third-rate actors have great success in politics.” Sadly, director Michael Krueger passed away a few years after the film was released. By no means a masterpiece, Mind Killer is harmless trash done well. B (Currently streaming on Tubi.)

PHANTOM OF THE MALL: ERIC’S REVENGE (1989) Fire-scarred Eric (Derek Rydall), the victim of sleazy land developers who a year earlier torched his house (and his face), haunts the air ducts of Midwood Mall, seeking justice against his oppressors. Eric’s arsenal of weapons includes fan blades that turn a security guard’s face into meat pie, a forklift that squashes another guard against an electrical box and causes the poor guy’s eyeballs to pop out, and a cobra(!) that’s filtered into the mall’s plumbing and conveniently slithers out of an occupied toilet, promptly chomping a man’s tallywacker. All of this comes blind to the mall’s bigwigs—including the Beauty Queen mayor, played effortlessly by Morgan Fairchild—none of whom seem the slightest bit worried when bodies start to pile up. They’re saving face over the mall’s dishonest origins, and the writers of this movie are saving face over the screenplay’s slow descent into the tried and true slasher formula. But for Phantom of the Mall, none of the half-baked ideas work. The film never sticks to its Gaston Leroux-inspired satirical elements, or the more serious splatter/body count flick it really wants to be. The movie has several humorous moments, including the spectacular demise of Fairchild, and the mall setting is a nice tongue-in-cheek element—but when Pauly Shore ends up being the funniest character in a movie, you might wanna reconsider. Co-writer Robert King became a prevalent television writer, known mostly for The Good Wife. C+ (Currently streaming on Shudder.)

ZOMBIE NIGHTMARE (1987) With better directing, acting, writing, and production accoutrements, Zombie Nightmare could have been a decent little film. Unfortunately it doesn’t have any of those and is mostly the pits. Young Tony Washington is witness to his father’s death at the hands of a pair of racist greasers. Years later, the now musclebound Tony (Thor frontman Jon Mikl Thor) becomes the victim of a hit-and-run, courtesy of a douchebag (future Hollywood director/producer Shawn Levy) and his cretinous friends. Tony’s mother seeks help from a voodoo witch doctor, who turns Tony into a ghoul-faced zombie hellbent on some much-deserved family justice. The rest of the movie revolves around the unimaginative—and bloodless—kills at the hands of the zombified Tony, all accompanied by the heavy metal rock soundtrack of Motörhead, Girlschool, and (naturally) Thor. Batman himself, Adam West, gets top billing, but his participation is limited. Wise choice, Adam. D (Currently streaming on Tubi.)

Boardinghouse, The Body Shop, Don’t Look in the Basement, and The Severed Arm

Boardinghouse1982, US, 97m. Director: John Wintergate.

The Body Shop 1972, US, 82m. Director: J.G. Patterson Jr.

Don’t Look in the Basement1973, US, 90m. Director: S.F. Brownrigg.

The Severed Arm1973, US, 91m. Director: Tom Alderman.

BOARDINGHOUSE (1982) Several bizarre deaths inside the infamous Hoffman homestead triggers a series of cold cases. Ten years later, a gold chain-wearing flake (Hawk Adly, a.k.a. director John Wintergate) buys the dwelling and turns it into a boarding house for Playboy model types. When Adly isn’t sleeping with his roommates he’s busy practicing transcendental meditation (and telekinesis!) in a pair of leopard print bikini briefs. But soon, unexplained accidents begin happening around the house. An ice pick levitates on its own and skewers one of the housemates in the hand. Another hallucinates blood dripping down the walls before she’s turned into some sort of cat creature. The boyfriend of one of the boarders is electrocuted in the bathtub and his body dragged off by a gloved individual who’s never seen again. There’s also a disabled Vietnam vet peeping through the windows, supplying the movie with even more gratuitous T&A shots and reminding the viewer of what the real objective of Boardinghouse is. Unfortunately, not even the frequent nudity will help those who choose to suffer through this interminable mess which, as of this writing, has inexplicably gained a cult following. Go figure. F (Currently not streaming.)

THE BODY SHOP (1972) (AKA: Doctor Gore) The sudden death of his wife turns Dr. Brandon, surgeon extraordinaire, into a modern day Dr. Frankenstein. The prominent doc (J.G. Patterson Jr.) murders young women and chops the bodies into pieces for spare parts so he can build the perfect mate. All of this bloodshed is aided by Brandon’s hunchback assistant (Roy Mehaffrey), who in the movie’s funniest scene is unable to put a lab coat on over his hump. “You have your own problems, don’t you?” answers the doctor. Another highlight features a victim waking up in the middle of having her hand amputated—she’s subsequently stabbed to death on the operating table. This is clearly a comedy. Not included in the severed limb jamboree is the obligatory search for a brain, but judging from Dr. Brandon’s tastes in pin-up bimbos he’s not interested in their minds. Considering the amount of kitsch found in The Body Shop, it’s not hard to believe Patterson Jr. stemmed from the world of Herschell Gordon Lewis, the cinematic inspiration behind this ceaselessly bizarre gore job filmed in North Carolina. C (Not currently streaming.)

DON’T LOOK IN THE BASEMENT (1973) (AKA: The Forgotten) Following a series of murders committed by two patients, Nurse Rosie Holotik is hired at a remote psychiatric institute. The deaths are brushed off by new head doctor Annabelle Weenick, who warns Holotik about the dangers of working in such a place. Holotik is undisturbed by these warnings and goes about her job like a professional. That is until a patient has her tongue cut out and the phone lines are sabotaged. A telephone repair man is sent to the clinic but ends up getting sexually assaulted by a strung-out nympho; he’s later found killed. The film then rips off the much better Asylum by revealing that Weenick is not actually a doctor but a patient, which “explains” her many nefarious deeds throughout the course of this extremely dull and predictable movie, which was shot on a shoestring outside of Waco, Texas. C(Currently streaming on Prime.)

THE SEVERED ARM (1973) A spelunking accident spells disaster for six friends trapped in a cave. When starvation sets in, they make the decision to resort to cannibalism and forcibly cut off a friend’s arm for food. The armless victim (Ray Dannis) gets revenge after the party is rescued by hacking off the arm of one of the six (John Crawford). Two of the friends, one of whom is a cop, do their own investigation and, in a tasteless scene, manipulate Dannis’s daughter (Deborah Walley) into feeling sorry for Crawford’s poor health—despite the fact she went through the same turmoil with her father years earlier. But they don’t care because the majority of the characters in The Severed Arm are soulless jerks with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. So why should viewers care about anything that happens in this lifeless exercise in mundane storytelling? They shouldn’t. Talky and trite. D (Currently streaming on Tubi.)

The Dead Walk! A Short Guide to Zombie Movies—Part 2

BURIAL GROUND (1981) (AKA: The Nights of Terror, Zombi 3) A professor doing research on Etruscan black magic releases a horde of zombies that descend on a nearby country estate. In a scene very reminiscent of Fulci’s Zombie, one of the maggot-infested corpses reaches out of the ground and attacks a couple having sex in a graveyard . More people in the midst of sexual escapades are interrupted by the zombies—until one of the cast tries destroying them with a gun but ends up getting eviscerated. The remaining survivors lock themselves in the house but underestimate the intelligence of the living dead, which use axes and scythes to smash their way in. The professor eventually turns up as a zombie and makes lunch out of one of the humans by ripping the guy’s guts out and eating them. The last of the breathing characters seek help at a neighboring monastery only to find the place crawling with the hungry undead—Karin Well has her nipple bitten off in the film’s most memorable scene. Burial Ground is an incredibly idiotic but nicely atmospheric entry in the Italian zombie sweepstakes that makes no pretenses for being anything other than a full-throttle splatter epic. B (Currently streaming on Tubi.)

DAWN OF THE MUMMY (1981) The last ten minutes of this movie are fast-paced and exciting. It’s too bad the rest of the film is a waste of time. In Ancient Egypt, a high priestess places a curse on the tomb of a powerful pharaoh. In modern times, a group of fashion photographers and models on a magazine shoot run into a tomb raider (George Peck) whose discovery of the cursed burial chamber has brought the pharaoh and his servants back from the dead as bloodthirsty zombies. These bandaged stiffs are pretty lively for 5,000-year-olds, and they go about tearing people to pieces and gorging on the leftovers. There’s a sequence where the mummies crawl out of their sandy graves in the sun-bleached desert that gives the film some much-needed visual imagery. Why it takes over an hour for the majority of the gory action to materialize is a question the writers of this Dawn of the Dead cash-in never answer. I’m assuming it’s to pad out the endless 92 minutes of this clinker. C(Currently streaming on Tubi.)

HELL OF THE LIVING DEAD (1980) (AKA: Night of the Zombies, Zombie Creeping Flesh, Zombie Inferno) A chemical weapons factory in Papua, New Guinea accidentally releases a toxic gas known as “Operation Sweet Death,” promptly turning the building’s scientists into flesh-eating zombies. Believing terrorists have taken over the facility, a SWAT-like commando team is sent into action but ends up getting lost in the nearby jungle where they bump into a television reporter and some tourists fleeing from the growing zombie invasion. The commandos quickly learn the importance of a shot to the head when they come across a zombified child gorging on his father’s innards. In a truly imbecilic scene, the TV reporter (Margit Evelyn Newton) sheds her clothes and paints her face in order to secure safe passage through native territory. This is bookended by endless stock footage lifted from an Italian/Japanese “shockumentary” dubbed The Real Cannibal Holocaust. Seeking refuge from the horrors of the zombies (and cannibals), our protagonists hide inside a Colonial house, but despite everything they’ve been through, the characters are too dumb to secure the place from the walking dead and are overcome—including Newton who, to the sympathy of nobody, gets her eyes gouged out. A laughably pathetic attempt at trying to mimic the success of Dawn of the Dead, and made by people who don’t seem to understand the fundamental basics of filmmaking. F (Currently streaming on Prime and Tubi.)

THE RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD (1985) A weaponized toxic gas created by the military—and secreted away in canisters in the basement of a medical supply warehouse—is accidentally released by a couple of meatheads. The gas reanimates the place’s medical cadavers and eventually seeps into the nearby cemetery, turning the corpses into an army of hungry zombies. The characters in this movie discuss how to kill a zombie, directly referencing George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead and the idea of destroying its brain. But unlike your typical walking dead, the zombies here can’t be put down by demolishing the brain—or by any other means. This proves bad news for a group of punk rock teens partying at an abandoned graveyard just as its rotting residents decide to do a little partying of their own. Abandoning the rules created by Romero (and subsequently used in every zombie movie), Return of the Living Dead‘s fresh take on the subgenre not only makes for an exciting film but creates an idea that eventually seeps into the zombie pop culture lexicon: the brain-eating ghoul. Smart, funny, and scary, Return of the Living Dead is in many ways the definitive zombie movie of the eighties. Sorry, George. Followed by sequels. A(Currently streaming on Pluto TV and Tubi.)

ZOMBIE LAKE (1981) A woman skinny dipping in a French country lake is attacked by a green-faced zombie that emerges from below the water. This scene is supposed to evoke the fear we felt at the beginning of Jaws when a helpless swimmer is terrorized by the shark. Judging from the amount of close-ups of the woman swimming nude from below, the only thing you’ll feel is that director Jean Rollin mistook this production for a softcore porno. Another green zombie arises from the lake and kills a passerby. All of this is happening because, ten years earlier, German soldiers were massacred during WWII by the locals, and their bodies dumped in the lake. This places the majority of the present-day action in 1955, yet the fashions and cars are straight out of the seventies. We’re offered even more gratuitous T&A in the form of a women’s basketball team stripping nude and going for a swim before being submerged by zombies. The townsfolk have enough and band together to lure the walking dead into a burning mill. Technical goofs include a zombie chomping a woman’s neck but producing no wound, the image of a crew member in a mirror, a soldier’s jackboots are removed before being drowned but he returns later with a new set of shoes, and another solider is shot in the head but the action is out of sync with the sound of gunfire. The underwater sequences were obviously filmed in a pool dressed in seaweed. Julian de Laserna stepped in to direct additional scenes, resulting in the credit “A.J. Lazer.” Zombie Lake is often called the worst zombie movie of all time. You can’t argue with reason. D (Currently unavailable.)