Friday, June 19, 2015

We Are Still Here (2015) : ( A Touch Of ) Fulci Lives!

Quickly and quietly atmospheric, Ted Geoghegan‘s We Are Still Here introduces us to not just a grieving couple attempting to move on from a tragedy, but to the house itself, for let's not kid ourselves, the house holds secrets that are truly the star of this film. We get long, sweeping shots of the winter landscape and the house within it, forboding and yet just an average looking house.  The sparse score by composer Wojciech Golczewski sets the eerie tone.

Paul (Andrew Sensenig) and Anne (genre-fave Barbara Crampton) Sacchetti have bought an old farmhouse in the idyllic New England countryside to escape the real world and try to get past the death of their son Bobby in a horrific car accident.  No sooner do they start unpacking when Anne starts feeling the presence of her dead son. Things that go bump in the night daytime draw her into the basement where she, in true X-Files fashion, wields her flashlight toward the strange sounds. As she walks carefully around in the basement, we are privy to a few moments of "what was that behind her?" "was that a shadow of someone?"

But Anne is not as enlightened as we are.  In a moment ripped right from the fabulous ghost story flick The Changeling, a baseball (shown to be in a box of their son's possessions in earlier unpacking) comes bouncing down the basement steps to Anne's surprise. Naturally, it's way too early in the movie for anything to truly rear its ugly head, so Anne is left with a melancholy wonder - as if she hoped her son would grace her with his ghostly presence.

I'm sure losing a child would be the worst thing that could ever happen to a mother, so it's quite understandable that she is yearning for some kind of proof of life after death.  And soon she's relaying her thoughts to her husband, who is much more skeptical of the afterlife, but is also obviously grieving in his own way.  They seem to be a tight couple, and Paul is willing to listen to Anne's ravings and truly does offer his comfort as they try to settle in. 

After determining that the basement of the house reeks of smoke and is scorchingly hot, Paul calls for an electrician to come look at the boiler.  Meanwhile, neighbors Dave (Monte Markham) and Cat (Connie Neer) McCabe come by for a little visit, a little whiskey, and a little tale of the dark history of the Dagmar house - which I will not disclose here.  But as the McCabes depart, Cat slips a note into Paul's hand which he opens after closing the door. It reads:  THIS HOUSE NEEDS A FAMILY.  GET OUT!

When the electrician comes the next day, he is left alone in the basement to work on the boiler and is soon attacked by a supernatural being who is smokin' hot - and not in a good way!  It reeks of Lucio Fulci's many cellar horrors, which is never a bad thing.  It's our first glimpse of the ghosties that rule the Dagmar house. And the practical effects are a breath of fresh air, thank you.

 Anne admits to Paul she has invited their friends May (Lisa Marie) and Jacob (Larry Fessenden!) to come to the house for the weekend - and not just to check out their new digs.  The couple both have beliefs in the supernatural and May is said to have psychic abilities, therefore, Anne wants her to see if she can reach out to the other side and contact Bobby.  Once the eccentric couple arrives, they head out to eat at the local burger joint - where it is extremely uncomfortable immediately, with all the patrons staring at them and whispering.

Back at the house, May and Jacob's son and his girlfriend have arrived, having also been asked to enjoy the weekend with the Sacchettis.  They make themselves at home and enjoy some whiskey (of note:  everyone in this entire movie is obsessed with drinking whiskey. I don't know how the measly bottle keeps on pouring that amber liquid - it's like a biblical miracle) and are just getting busy on the couch when they hear a banging in the other room.  The basement to be exact.  And like in every horror movie that has come before it, someone has to go check it out.  Needless to say, once the others arrive home from dinner, it's like no one was there.  Whiskey glasses back in place, music turned off....no sign of anyone.

As the two couples settle in for nightcaps and chatter, the restaurant in town gets a visit from Dave McCabe.  He wants to know all about the couples, and what they talked about.  He then gives hints as to what really happened in the Dagmar house in the past, and it's none too pretty. 

When we get to the part of the film where Anne and May head into town and the boys stay home, you know something is lurking right around the corner. Jacob decides to conduct an ill-advised seance, which just opens the portal ten-fold.

We Are Still Here, while utilizing plenty of old tropes and clichés used thousands of times before, is still a very fun and scary way to kill an hour and a half.  There's no doubt that having the leads all be adults and not screaming teenagers gives it a credibility missing in most of today's modern horror outings, and for this fan, having both Crampton and Fessenden in one flick is like the rapture. Crampton plays up her usual doe-eyed disbelief well here, and Fessenden playing a new-age stoner - well, I'm not sure it gets better than that.  The rest of the cast is very good as well, with the notable exception of  Lisa Marie, who either over-played or under-played nearly every scene she occupied. There was no happy medium for her, and it did put me off a bit.  Though not enough to ruin the film.  Someone like Illeana Douglas would have been just perfect here. Alas....

The throwback feeling that hearkened back to the early 80's and the Master of Gore, Lucio Fulci, made the film extra special to me.  I grew up watching Fulci and all the horrors he unleashed, in particular his favorite kill-spot - the cellar.  This film reminded me so much of The House by the Cemetery, with a little bit of The Beyond thrown in, that I was nearly blissful and had to watch the film twice before my 48hr rental expired.
Side note:  I even read somewhere that the character names in We Are Still Here are names of characters and actors from THBTC, so I guess that's an homage if I've ever heard one.

Dealing with depression in a horror film may seem beyond prudent, but I think it opens people up for the horrors within and makes them more susceptible to the evil all around them.  Anne was so overcome with grief here that she was actually hoping she could contact her dead son.  Then what?  Ask him to stay forever?  Not allow him to transition to whatever comes next? And she was so certain her son was the presence she felt, she was not able to comprehend that something much more sinister was at work.

The subtle scares here were the best ones, truth be told.  A glimpse of a ghoul in a picture frame, a pair of feet seen in the light under the door, someone standing behind a character who can't see them...these are the things that keep us up at night.  Even more than the icky ghouls that have an age-old agenda and promise that the Fulci-inspired gore is imminent.  And with the final act, we get all the gore we could ask for and more, but it never cheapens the feel of this genuinely enjoyable haunted house offering.

And on that note, I should have some whiskey.  Something has got me in the mood!!



Monday, June 15, 2015

Dark Arts: Paying Homage To M.R. James

"Casting the Runes" ~ Bukowski
~by Marie Robinson

We are big fans of M.R. James here at Fascination With Fear.   His classic stories of ghosts, curses, and monsters are sure to deliver a shiver down your spine and leave your mind filled with ghastly images to follow you to bed at night. It’s no wonder, then, that his tales would provide inspiration for dozens of artists. Today I wanted to highlight three modern artists that have paid homage to the late great Mr. James.

Hannah Cooper is a young woman from the UK.  She illustrates books (a few being The Bloody Chamber and Bram Stoker’s Dracula), runs her own shop (https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/KittenSocksStudio), and shares her wonderfully fun sketchbooks online at her website (http://www.hannahillustrates.co.uk/). Ms. Cooper undertook a project of illustrating M.R. James’ anthology Casting the Runes and Other Stories, and the result is a delightfully eerie batch of black and white etchings.

I find a touch of Edward Gorey in Hannah’s illustrations, which adds a disturbing tone of childlike whimsy to them. It’s like seeing something evil through a child’s eyes, and leaves you with an uncomfortable (but now unwelcome) sensation. I’ve selected several of her drawings below, but you can view them all at her website.


"Whistle and I'll Come to You"

"The Tractate Middoth"

"Number 13"

"A School Story"


A.E. Brown is a Delaware-based illustrator who, like our aforementioned artist, has a fun sense of humor but can also scare the crap out of you. Brown is an illustrator who frequently works on comics, and who also happens to have a lovely collection of M.R. James-inspired paintings. If you had any doubt that James is a master of terrifying tales, then Brown will convince you with his heart-stopping images. Seriously, we’re talking nightmare-fuel. Brown has lovingly illustrated over a dozen of James’ stories, which you can view by scrolling through his tumblr (http://aebrown-medusawolf.tumblr.com/). You can also check out his shop, here (https://www.etsy.com/shop/medusawolf).

"The Residence at Westminster"

"The Ash Tree"

"Number 13"

"A Vignette"


Last but not least is Michael Bukowski, an artist from New Jersey who makes a living by making flyers, shirts, records, and etc for punk bands. By following him on Instagram (https://instagram.com/illustro_obscurum/) I found out about a very intriguing hobby of his—illustrating horror stories. Well, it’s a little more specific than that; Bukowski takes the ghastly, unimaginable creatures dreamed up by authors like Lovecraft, Ramsey Campbell, and, of course, M.R. James and brings them to life. Bukowski has gathered a whole zine’s worth of M.R. James ghouls, but unfortunately for us, was only released in a limited quantity. So, enjoy here what you can for free, and check out his wonderfully fun blog (http://yog-blogsoth.blogspot.com/), and, of course, his shop (https://www.etsy.com/shop/StoreDesGhoules).


"The Treasure of Abbott Thomas"

"The Diary of Mr Poynter"

"Canon Alberic's Scrapbook"


If you haven’t gotten enough M.R. James artwork (how could you?), please check out our good friend James Gracey’s appreciation post, here.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Taking The Color Out Of Horror, Part 6

For many years I've been running this feature, because I love how horror looks in black & white. It changes the mood of a film or television show entirely. Hence, these latest pictures in the series.
 Enjoy, and be sure to check out the previous five parts.

 Part 1     Part 2    Part 3    Part 4    Part 5


The Town that Dreaded Sundown

The Taking of Deborah Logan

Stonehearst Asylum

The Quiet Ones

Pumpkinhead

Penny Dreadful

Oculus

The Legend of Hell House

Jessabelle

It Follows

Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978)

The Hunger

Friday the 13th

Don't Look Now

Candyman

The Babadook

Apt Pupil

Annabelle

American Horror Story: Freak Show


Saturday, May 9, 2015

Haunted Roads: The Lore (And Lure) Of Ghostly Byways

~by Marie Robinson

There’s something that I love about driving down a spooky old road. No streetlights, just two walls of thick, dark forest pressing in at either side.

 Countless roads like this exist, and many of them come with their own urban legends and ghost stories. While we could probably list a dozen for each state alone, I’ve tried to find a few of the creepiest haunted roads in the world for you to think about next time you take the long way home.


A75 Kinmount Straight 

The A75 is a 95-mile stretch of two-lane road that runs through Scotland. Since it’s establishment in 1923 it has obtained the reputation of Scotland’s most haunted road. However, most of the activity is concentrated on a fifteen-mile stretch between Annan and Dumfries, called the Kinmount Straight. 

The first recorded sighting seems to have been in 1957, when a truck (lorry, if you’re from the other side of the pond) driver believed he hit a couple walking hand in hand down the road; but, when he stopped the vehicle, he couldn’t find a trace of the two figures. This sort of thing is most commonly reported, phantom people appearing in front of cars and then vanishing upon “impact”. Disturbing as it is—especially for the driver, who believes they have just killed a person—that is far from the strangest experience to have occurred on Kinmount Straight.

Perhaps the most bizarre story from the A75 was that of drivers Derek and Norman Ferguson, who were going down the Straight at midnight when a chicken flew at their windshield, but—like all our other apparitions—disappeared upon impact. This was seemingly the start of a terrifying string of apparitions, which included an old woman waving her arms, a screaming, long-haired man, and a pack of assorted animals, including dogs, goats, big cats, fowl, and “stranger creatures”. The two brothers stopped the car, which had begun to sway back and forth. Once it stopped, they pressed on, only to be met with one more spectre—a furniture van that came speeding toward them only to, you got it, vanish.

That certainly isn’t the sort of story you hear everyday, but it’s just a normal evening on the Kinmount Straight. There have been many “unearthly creatures” sighted on this infamous road, as well as eyeless ghosts and shrieking hags. Parades of disheveled and medieval dressed people pushing handcarts and carrying bundles, like troupe of vagrants misplaced in time, have been seen at night.
The Kinmount Straight has become famous for its bizarre and frequent activity, and like any paranormal hotspot, it has also become a haunt for local legend-trippers and paranormal investigators.

     Clinton Road 


New Jersey fascinates me because despite its proximity to the Big Apple, it has vast expanses of untamed forests. Clinton Road stretches across ten miles of such territory, giving it the perfect setting for an abundance of ghost tales.

The drive is a lonely one, and passes only several houses, some of which look uninhabited and rather foreboding. There are also several ruins along the route, both of which claim folktales. The first is a little anti-climactic; the remains of an iron smelter from the 1800’s. It’s been out of use for centuries but many people claim that it’s not entirely abandoned; there have been reports of witchcraft and ritualistic gatherings at the structure. It has been infamously mislabeled as a Druidic Temple, and superstition has painted it as a dangerous place to be at night.

Another strange ruin is that of Cross Castle, a mansion built in 1905 by a man named Richard Cross. Several years later it was consumed by fire and all but destroyed, and that’s seemingly all that is known about the place, making it somewhat mysterious. It is accessible by way of hiking trail, and those who have made the trek to the dilapidated castle have reported satanic scriptures painted on the walls and people coming away with unexplained bruises.

One of the most popular legends surrounding the road is that of “Ghost Boy Bridge”, where a child allegedly drowned and now haunts the spot. The legend is that if you throw a coin into the water, it will be tossed back at you by the child’s spirit.

Many “ghost cars” have been seen on Clinton Road; one is of a Camaro driven by the ghost of a girl who supposedly died in a crash in the 80’s. Another more sinister apparition is of a big black truck that races up behind you and flashes it’s lights (BEATNGU style) and chases you to the end of the road. Additionally, people have seen floating headlights seemingly attached to no car at all.

A final legend surrounds that of a now closed Warner Bros. theme park called Jungle Habitat. The park opened in 1972 and closed only four years later, on Halloween weekend (spoooooky!) The park—which was much like a zoo, consisting of roughly 1,500 exotic animals—became infamous after several attacks on visitors and rumors that several of the animals had escaped into the surrounding woods.

The buildings still remain in Passaic County, as do the myths of bizarre and dangerous creatures roaming the forests. Many who have driven down Clinton road or explored the surrounding land have told of seeing horrible creatures, believed to be hybrids of the escaped animals from Jungle Habitat.

Perhaps the only confirmed macabre event is that of a corpse found on the side of the road in 1983, a victim of Richard Kuklinksi, a contract killer dubbed “the Iceman” after his method of freezing a body to throw off investigators when determining the time of death. It is possible that this victim’s ghost still haunts the woods surrounding Clinton Road.

Perhaps the most horrifying of all, Clinton Road is also known for having America’s longest traffic light wait, which can have a motorist frozen in a state of agonizing suspense for up to five minutes…

Zombie Road


About a forty-minute drive outside of my hometown of St. Louis, nearly swallowed by the thick woodland, lies an old dirt road that has earned the sinister (and admittedly a little cheesy) moniker of Zombie Road. Once known as Lawler Ford Road, historians speculate that the path was formed by Native Americans to access a passable part of the Meramec River, which runs very close-by. Over time, it became a very highly used road, and, even, in the 1950’s, a lover’s lane. Since then teenagers have been passing around various ghost stories about the road, which has since become impassable to cars and is only accessible by foot or bicycle.

Zombie Road may have gotten its nickname from urban legends of a mad serial killer who lurked in the woods to pick off the lovers who parked there at night. It is also believed to have its share of ghosts; one such being the spirit of a man who was struck and killed by a train on the now defunct tracks that run beside the road. Another is that of a little boy who fell from the bluffs that close in around the road, and drowned in the Meramec River.

There are many tales of an old insane asylum—or sometimes, an orphanage—hidden in the woods. Another phantom building is supposedly that of an old house at the dead end of the road, where an old woman resides and will fly out of her house shrieking to chase off anyone who approaches.

Many have claimed to see “shadow people” (see Christine’s article HERE) as they walk through the forest; so many, in fact, that it inspired a local documentary called, “Children of the Grave”, which aired on SyFy.

Perhaps the most common reports are the disorienting effects the road will have on people. Some have said that the road will never look the same twice, that it may seem longer or shorter each trip, or give off the feeling that it may never end at all. People commonly have the feeling of being watched, or being followed—hearing a second set of footsteps keeping up with theirs from beyond the tree line.

The once infamous road has become heavily patrolled by local police, so anyone looking to catch a glimpse of a ghost may instead be met with a slap on the wrist.



If you enjoyed this article you may want to take a peek at our list of Haunted Bridges!

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Eight Reasons To Go See IT FOLLOWS As Quickly As You Can

Every one in the horror community - and plenty outside that ring of fire - has been running to see this first-rate fright flick, and with good reason.  IT FOLLOWS is a delectable slice of horror heaven that forces us to re-examine old tropes in a dazzling new light.  It sets itself apart by bringing the fear up close and personal, relentlessly pursuing us until it catches up and then....

Well, I don't want to give too much away if there are folks out there that haven't seen this gem yet.  Suffice it to say though, that you'd better run to see this one on the big screen while you can.  It made such an impression on me that I thought about it for days to come and even had trouble sleeping those first few nights afterward.  That's a horror fan's dream!

I didn't want to do a straight-out review, as you can get dozens of them just by using Google.  So I came up with eight reasons to go check this outstanding breakout entry in genre fare.  I haven't talked to anyone who has given it two or even one thumb down, so I think that is a pretty good indicator that we're dealing with a winner here.

1) Dread.  There is an overwhelming sense of dread within the entire scope of this brilliant little film. Once you realize the straightforward plot - that having sex passes a curse in which a shape-shifting entity pursues you until it kills you - you are in it for the long run.  From the opening sequence through the last reel, this movie haunts you.  There is no other way to explain the undeniable sense of forboding doom hovering over every moment of David Robert Mitchell’s low-budget gift to horror fans the world over. Creepy atmosphere lurks around every dim-lit corner of every darkened street, abandoned building and empty playground, bringing with it that delicious feeling that makes the hair raise on your arms and that nervous, unyielding urge to look over your shoulder.  I've not had that feeling in many long years, so to have me itching for daylight and practically jogging out of the theater is a blessing of the highest order.

2) Score.  Amazing just doesn't cover it. Disasterpeace, a.k.a. Rich Vreeland, has created one of the best, original movie scores in recent history with his pulsating, driving beats, screaming synth and relentless percussion. It truly feels like someone is following you throughout the course of the film.  Without this score, the movie would not have been anywhere near as effective.  Let's not forget how important music can be in a film.  Jaws, anyone?  Halloween? Suspiria?  Disasterpeace has written a new classic - synth-driven perfection if I may be so bold.  People will be talking about this one for years to come.
(I do have to share a link to an interview with Vreeland by my friend James Gracey for the Paracinema website. Go here to read all about Disasterpeace and this marvelous score.)

3) Maika.  I first saw Ms. Monroe in the excellent 2014 thriller The Guest.  Horror circles are calling her the newest "scream queen", and we should be so lucky.  With a passionate performance that runs rings around what anyone else is doing these days, Monroe has a bright future ahead of her no matter what genre she chooses to grace with her acting prowess.  She is so believable, so real, that she feels like your best friend who's got herself in a jam and you'd pretty much do anything to help her out.  While she is equally as good when acting with others, I think the moments she has alone on screen are really her forte.  Just watching her get ready for her ill-fated date is a pleasure, as is when she sits alone on a swing set fearful of her pursuer....waiting for them to show themselves.

4) Throwback. Besides the intense synth score, there is much that hearkens back to the great horror films of the 80's.  Did you see the outstanding poster made for the film?  While we are never actually given the time period in which the film takes place, there is an obvious lack of modern technology (as in the rotary dial phone hanging on the wall) that seems to scream late 80's. It's a great choice by Mitchell, and works like a charm. The feeling of being alone is much more palpable here, when you can't Google to find out just who your boyfriend is, or no cell phone to call for help in the direst of straits. Like House of the Devil before it, the return to the 80's makes us feel so much more vulnerable and insecure.

5)  Detroit.  This once-vibrant city is a character all its own, crippled with decay and looking every bit the abandoned, derelict piece of Americana that we have watched fall into ruin over the course of the last half-century.  While Jay lives on a tree-lined street in suburbia, the desolate landscape of abandoned houses and factories lie just outside the realm of  family-centered, residential areas. Miles and miles of creepy, fallen-down homes just add to the nightmarish feeling of the ominous surroundings.   It plays such a strong role here that if I were just to sit in a darkened theater watching footage of the fallen-down, forsaken remains of these parts of the motor city, I'd be equally as terrified without having a separate plot to worry about.

6) Relentless.  There's not much scarier that having something following you, always at your back or lurking behind you in the shadows.  Amp that up x 100 and you have the never-ending pursuit that is "IT".  When Jay lands a curse after a night of lovin' with her boyfriend, he explains that he has passed along something. Something that will follow her, without reason or remorse, without explanation or end.  But the kicker is this: no one else can see this person, this shape-shifter if you will, that tirelessly and fiercely pursues the victim until their inevitable death. They WILL. NOT. STOP.  Jay is baffled, of course, until she realizes what her boyfriend has told her is the truth.  She sees the presence in different human forms - an old woman in a hospital gown, a tall creepy man, a young disheveled girl - all just simply walking towards her....not running.  Just walking, similar to Michael Myers stalking his victims in Halloween. It's creepy as hell and you're gonna love it.

7) Sex.  Horror and sex go together like peanut butter and jelly. I'm guessing by now all genre fans are aware that it is a cardinal sin to have sex in a horror film. And most would think there isn't much more you can do with that old trope. But somehow,  IT FOLLOWS seems to take an overused plot device and breathe new life into it.  Jay's boyfriend does admit to her after their rendezvous that whomever or whatever is following her will stop - if she passes it on to another person through sex.  Which leaves Jay with the conundrum of either having random sex or, let's face it: death. Never has fornication been so FINAL.

8) Cinematography.  Wide camera angles and long shots of darkened streets and dilapidated houses and equally light college campuses and summer homes bring the terror of Jay's horrible situation into crystal-clear focus.  While there are one or maybe two jump scares within the film, most of the terror we experience comes in the form of visual atmosphere. The look of IT FOLLOWS is simply put, beautiful.  As we watch the entity walk purposely towards its prey, the camera brings it in and out of focus, to show us the anxiety and then utter panic on the victim's face.  Regardless of day or night, the supernatural force seeks to harm, and continues its never-ending pace towards its ultimate goal - the death of its intended victim.  As we watch neighbors in the streets, going about their daily routine, we are subjected to the normal existence in which terror injects itself.  The camera subjects us to both life and in equal parts death.  While there is very little blood in the film, the cinematographer takes the task very seriously, pouring it on when necessary and holding back when we don't need to see any gore on screen.  I can't say enough about the look, and likewise the feel, of the film.

In closing, I can't recall a film in recent years that had me shivering at the theater, shuddering in the car on the way home, trembling in bed later that night and yet singing its praises for days afterward.

 IT FOLLOWS is a unique, sublime film that will get under your skin the moment it starts. I don't say this often, but this one is highly recommended!