Wednesday, 30 June 2010

Bad Biology


Here's a poster by Marc "Swellzombie" Palm for a Henenlotter in-store at Scarecrow Video in Seattle. As a Henenlotter fan, it's pretty irresistibly cool.

I'd like to see Marc have a crack at the anatomy of the Aylmer from Brain Damage. Easy, you say? It's just a fecal shaped little blue worm with big teeth? Consider for a minute the creature's intravenous delivery system for the hallucinogenic and addictive drug with which it ensures it's host's dependence. Quite a complex and efficient organ right there. On top of that it has highly evolved vocal cords, and a presumably complicated alimentary canal, capable of digesting the massive amounts of brain matter that it ingests.

And a big brain in that tiny, ancient head of his. For he is intelligent... cunning... charming...

"This is the start of your new life Brian,
a life full of colours, music, light and euphoria.
A life without pain, or hurt or suffering."




Tuesday, 29 June 2010

Forbidden Galaxy



I'm as happy as a pig in shit right now, because I just pre-ordered the new US DVDs of the supremely awesome New World ALIEN rip-offs Galaxy Of Terror and Forbidden World. Over the years I've bought almost every DVD release of Galaxy (my favourite of the two) that I could get my hands on. Until now the only one I've been really happy with is the Italian DVD - as Il Pianeta Del Terrore - which has really nice picture quality, but forced Italian subs if I remember correctly.

Forget all that though. These new releases (from Shout! Factory) are what fans of these flicks have been patiently waiting for for years. Assuming that the picture and sound quality are good, they'll blow every previous DVD of Galaxy and Mutant away. For one thing, they're both packed with extras. Another bonus is that they've used the original poster art, exactly as above, which RULES (I hate crappy photoshop montages). Incidentally, click on the above posters for beautiful, big hi-res scans (thanks to Wrong Side of the Art, an excellent poster site).

So, as you can probably tell, I honestly haven't been this excited about a DVD release in ages. It's been a long wait for these great movies to get the treatment they deserve. Science Fiction Horror in Deep Space!

Friday, 25 June 2010

"THE DEAD WALK!"



I've never really been into TV as an artistic medium beyond its obvious functions as entertainment (debatable), and as a mindless daydream inducer. In fact, my basic view of the popular media in general can be summed up in the lyrics to the Victim's Family song "Who Needs It":

Who needs free press? Objectivity doesn't exist.
Because the newspapers gotta pay the bills too man.
There's just no sense in rocking the boat.
You've got to learn to love all the garbage they feed you.
But who cares what your fed when it's forced down your throat.

Despite my dim view of the media, the last decade has seen a few TV shows - such as the thought-provoking prison drama Oz - that have made me revise my opinions on the potential of TV to be something more than just audio/visual smack.

So, to Frank Darabont's recently much-raved-about adaptation of The Walking Dead comic series. It's only been in production for a brief time but we've already been treated to some images of Greg Nicotero and team's best zombie FX... ever? The makeup/animatronic FX in these two stills is amazing. If you've only seen low-res versions of these, click on them to check out the level of gory detail.

The other aspect of this production that has me psyched is that Darabont's The Mist was the grimmest, most hardcore American horror film of the last decade. He shares George Romero's pessimistic world view, and rather poor opinion of human nature. I liked Land Of The Dead a lot. I enjoyed Diary for it's terrific gags, and I think Survival was a bold and entertaining experiment. However, I'm no blind apologist, and I'm the first to admit that all three films fell well short of the original trilogy.


It could just be that this TV series brings us the serious Romero-esque Dead epic that we've been waiting for. No self-aware, post-modern, zom-com bullshit (the brilliant Shaun excluded). Serious social commentary, scary zombies, realistic dystopia and gore.

The one stumbling block: the comic's dialogue. At its best, it's clunky; at its worst it's flat-out cliched and cringe-inducingly bad. I think it's more than likely that the shows writers - under Darabont's direction - will iron out those kinks and make it all flow better, so I'm not too worried about it.

On a side note, my seemingly ineffective treatments of the last few years (slash, poison 'n' burn baby!) have been stepped up to a more aggressive chemo regime recently, and it's kind of fucking with me pretty hard. I'm starting to actually feel a bit like those ghouls above, so my posting may suffer a bit in the near future, both in terms of quality and frequency. I really don't know. What I do know is, just like those pesky, tenacious rotting corpses, if I do vanish for a while... I will return.

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Dren Lives!


And the hands-down, utterly perfect poster design for Vincenzo Natali's Splice - beating out already impressive designs from the US and Germany - is this sublime quad from the UK. Click on it and Check It Out. Beautiful. I hope one of our few remaining arthouses in Sydney runs a short season... are you listening CHAUVEL??

Friday, 18 June 2010

Abysmal Grief


OPEN THE GATES OF HELL
GAZE INTO THE INFERNAL ABYSS
KNOW ABYSMAL GRIEF
FACE THINE ETERNAL DOOM


Fiat lux ut venias
Ego sum Sacerdos Umbrarum
Te advoco ut respondas
Ab ea quae nos post Mortem manent.

Ad exsequendam Divinationem hic congregamus,
ab quibus e vita excesserunt
et nos ab Inferis observantibus manifestam.
Corporis et animi coniunctionem intellege,
et mutationem reditumque ad Unum
per superorum portas Mortem existima.
In spiritus ordines transuendo
per mutationem ab animorum migratione
omnes salvationem consequerimus.
Hic est Principium Doctrinae
in Umbrarum praeceptis continetur









That's right, watch Fulci, listen to Italian doom. The soundtrack for you to flee in a headlong panic through your hallucinatory nightmare-scape of bad seances, Gothic graveyards, dead priests, viscera-puking, maggot storms, Radice-drilling, Soavi-mushing and tombs that reveal gateways to subterranean cities of the living dead.

It's past midnight, so have a listen to the best release so far by Genoa's doom occultists Abysmal Grief, last years Samhain Feast single. Only two tracks, but they just shred. I like the self-titled LP too (which showed up on Cosmic Hearse last year), but for my money this is their best effort since the Mors Eleison EP in '06. Incidentally, the above lyrics (or incantation?) are from the song "Mysterium Umbrarum" which can be found on Mors Eleison. I haven't yet heard last years full-length Misfortune, but I hope it's more like this single and less like the lacklustre track on the split with Denial Of God. HERE.



Monday, 14 June 2010

The Art Of Ray Ahn


Check out my post over at Illogical Contraption on the wonderful, twisted artwork of hard-rockin' local boy Raymond Ahn (of Hard-Ons, Nunchukka Superfly and WOG notoriety).

Sunday, 6 June 2010

Horreur Française


The unwelcome prospect of a US remake of Martyrs has reared it's ugly head again, with Bloody Disgusting reporting recently that a screenwriter is attached who will no doubt do what he can to dilute and castrate Pascal Laugier's nihilistic, brutal masterpiece.



Meanwhile, what's going on with the burgeoning French horror new-wave? From '02 - '08 France produced a small handful of horror films that towered above the far more prolific output of most other major markets. While Hollywood greedily devours itself (and the film industries of the rest of the planet) like Ouroboros; Malefique, High Tension, Inside, Martyrs and the Belgian/French co-productions Calvaire and Vinyan proved that horror can still be artful (and beautiful), original, intelligent and genuinely shocking & disturbing. Even "second tier" French productions like Ils and Frontière(s) were better than 95% of the swill pouring out of the US.

In the wake of this recent legacy of great films, has the French horror juggernaut stalled? Recent entries have certainly failed to impress - from the underwhelming (Mutants), to the downright shitty (La Horde). So, what is the next great film screening at Le Théâtre du Grand-Guignol? It could be writer/director Franck Richard's French/Belgian co-production The Pack (La Meute). Richard's debut (as both writer and director) has looked interesting and promising from the outset, and recently scored a very positive review over at Twitch that you can read here. Let's hope it delivers!

Outside...
...INSIDE!


Have a listen to the OST for Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury's damn-near perfect shocker À l'intérieur (Inside). It is by genre regular François-Eudes Chanfrault, whose other horror credits include High Tension, Vinyan and some work on Aja's The Hills Have Eyes. When I first listened to this soundtrack it didn't really grab me, but hearing it again later in a more patient and receptive mood I was hypnotised by it. It's a subtle, understated horror score (a rarity in this age of in-your-face bombast), drenched in gloomy, sombre atmosphere and menace. As with Seppuku Paradigm's haunting soundtrack for
Martyrs, this score is filled with a melancholy sense of pathos that perfectly mirrors the tragic destiny of the films characters... in this case: The Woman, Sarah and both their unborn babies...

Sunday, 30 May 2010

Ride Easy...


"This is the way the fucking world ends!
Look at this fucking shit we're in, man!
Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
And with a whimper, I'm fucking splitting, Jack."

- Dennis Hopper, Apocalypse Now


Friday, 21 May 2010

Splice


US and German one sheets for Splice have quietly shown up over at Impawards. They certainly aren't shying away from revealing Dren in all her glory.


Thursday, 13 May 2010

Oh, Linda!


In collaboration with a selection of the finest film blogs the infranet has to offer Unflinching Eye is proud to contribute this quality post to Blair Week, a six day extravaganza expounding on the virtues of Linda Blair and her legacy of quality motion pictures. Don't believe me? Just read on...





Sweet little Linda Blair was only 14-years-old when she portrayed Regan Teresa MacNeil in The Exorcist. My niece is 14 this year too. She's into fashion and stuff, and I'm pretty sure she dreams of gracing the cover of some stylish magazine someday. However, I know for a fact that she would NOT want to be portrayed on said magazine cover thusly:


That can't have been easy on the fragile psyche of a young girl at precisely the age when her self-image starts to mean everything. Then there's this:


I'm no expert on adolescent psychology, but I doubt that this image of a BARF BAG had a nurturing effect on Linda's early sexual development. It's not really a stretch to imagine that she'd want to alter her perceived public image to be seen as anything but a puking, obscenely blasphemous, vag-stabbing demon. So, maybe that desire to leave behind her image of Pazuzu-Vessel led her to over-compensate a little in her future choice of magazine covers...



...just sayin'.



To celebrate the end of Blair Week, I give you Redd Kross' first album from 1982 (as Red Cross), appropriately titled Born Innocent. According to legend (Wikipedia), in 1980 Red Cross came up with their name based on the crucifix-masturbation scene from The Exorcist. Makes sense, because the song "Linda Blair" drops references to about half the movies covered this past week by my fellow Blair Week contributors. The McDonald brothers were obviously fans:

In the Exorcist, baby
You were really insane
You got busted, you got dusted

You got busted for cocaine

You're born innocent, girl
And that ain't all
You got it for the first time baby
In a shower stall

Kidnapped, raped and possessed
Linda is the Best
She used to be on the run
But now she thinks it's a lot of fun
She takes her cigarettes from her sleeve
Now she never wants to leave
Not even when she's eighteen

Liiiiiiiiiiinda, Liiiiiiiiiiinda, Liiiiiiiiiiinda, Liiiiiiiiiiinda



Finally, a 1968 ad for the same Parker Brothers Ouija Board that Regan uses:


The board:




A big thanks to Seth, of Lost Video Archive, for making this thing happen.



BLAIR WEEK

Mon
Lost Video Archive - Savage Streets
Satan's Hope Chest - Chained Heat and Savage Island

Tues
Camp Movie Camp - Grotesque
The Horror Section - Hell Night
Full Moon Reviews - Bailout

Wed
Illogical Contraption - Repossessed
Lines That Makes Things - original Linda inspired artwork
Breakfast In the Ruins - Exorcist II

Thurs
B Movies and Beyond - Summer of Fear
Camp Movie Camp - Nightforce

Fri
The Manchester Morgue - Rollerboogie
Happy Otter - The Chilling
Ninja Dixon - The Witchery

Sat
Lost Video Archive - Born Innocent

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Frazetta Is With Crom Now


Just a few weeks ago when I was writing my post on Andrei Bouzikov, I was wondering how old Frazetta was and how long he had to go in this world. Now - unfortunately - I know.

At the end of the '70s, when Frazetta was at his most popular, I was at just the right age to fall in love with his work. I was reading Robert E. Howard's Conan books, was obsessed with Tolkien and loved Ralph Bakshi's Wizards and Rings. Milius' Conan The Barbarian and the Bakshi/Frazetta collaboration Fire And Ice were just about to hit. And when I say "fall in love" with his work I mean it literally. Those curvaceous slave girls, warrior princesses and necromantic witches made quite an impression on my randy adolescent psyche. Boobies!

The Death Dealer has come, and taken one of the great fantasy visionaries with him. Frank, may you ever sit at the right hand of Crom.

Saturday, 8 May 2010

Chiba City Nights


Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts... A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding...

Reading those words in 1985, I had no idea how prophetic they would become. William Gibson's
Neuromancer was a life changing novel for me, opening my world to a whole universe of ideas about the potential of computers and the power of information; our relationship with (and addiction to) technology; and very plausible speculation about a future of post-human evolution through neural augmentation. It isn't hard now to imagine us becoming so immersed in our tech that it becomes an extension of ourselves. I'm already completely dependent on my computer for access to music, movies, comics, news, communication, creativity, stimulation, relaxation.

Last night Fangoria reported that the reigns of the floundering Neuromancer adaption have been handed over to one of the most visionary and intelligent film-makers working today - Vincenzo Natali. This is very exciting news, and if you have any doubt about his suitability for the project, check out his cult cyberpunk sleeper Cypher.

I'd all but lost hope for a good Neuromancer film, because last year the direction it was heading in was looking very, very dire. Some complete hack of a director attached; that no-talent nancy-boy from the Star Wars prequels cast as Case and some pre-production art that made it look like some kind of horrible steampunk abortion. Uuuuurrgh.

The question is: can Neuromancer still be relevant in a world where Gibson's ideas have been so ruthlessly pillaged by every facet of our culture for 25 years (technology, design, philosophy, fashion, movies like The Matrix, eXistenZ, Sleep Dealer, Ghost In The Shell, etc)? In a world where so many of his once fantastic concepts have more or less passed into the realm of the banal? A world where the legacy of the great cyberpunk writers - Rudy Rucker, Bruce Sterling, Jack Womack, Neal Stephenson and their progenitors PKD, Alfred Bester, Ballard and Burroughs - is sullied by those shamefully idiotic steampunk ninnies? Not to mention the whole cyberpunk "sub-culture", which has always been a pathetically sad affair (art is art, why do people need to pretend it's real?).

With Natali at the helm (and rewriting the screenplay), I think Neuromancer could be subtly tweaked into something that is once again cutting edge SF. Last year's brilliant Mexican indie Sleep Dealer, Duncan Jones' upcoming Source Code and this year's mega budgeted Inception prove that we're still fascinated with the concepts that lie at the heart of cyberpunk. After all, although much of Gibson's Sprawl series is now hopelessly dated, the essence of it still looks like a future that we're moving towards (corporate supremacy, sensory immersion in technology, physical/neural modification, AI, over-population, environmental disaster - dystopia).

But where does all this leave Natali's long mooted adaption of J.G. Ballard's High-Rise?

Wednesday, 5 May 2010

Dren


A real teaser poster for Natali's Splice has finally appeared. Can't wait to see the final one sheet.


Monday, 19 April 2010

Buried Death


Soon my neighbourhood will be pulverised to atomic dust, as thousands of Sydney residents die screaming under gigatonnes of molten skyscraper wreckage. Even now, the bringers of our impending Doom prepare their campaign of annihilation from deep beneath the rain-slick streets of Tokyo. We are as ants before their mercilessly crushing onslaught.

Am I talking about a city-razing battle between Hedorah and Gojira? No, although the destructive force to which I allude could be compared to Hedorah: 48,000 tons of corrosive, poisonous SLUDGE!


The monstrosity of which I speak is Tokyo's dealers of death and doom - COFFINS. They've announced a whirlwind Aussie tour in September, and having had my face melted off by Osaka's Birushanah at Dirty Shirlows just a couple of months ago, I can't wait to witness more mayhem from Japan.

Get their 2008 album Buried Death. It's kaiju heavy.

Saturday, 10 April 2010

Biomechanoid



I stumbled on this little gem at Pink Tentacle yesterday and was suitably blown away. It would appear that in 1984/85 H.R. Giger quietly recycled some of his iconic production artwork for Alejandro Jodorowsky's unrealised Dune adaptation. Not for use in another movie, but a Japanese ad campaign for Pioneer's ZONE home entertainment system.

This brief glimpse of Giger's dark vision for planet Arrakis makes me lament the death of this project more than ever. The combination of Giger's nightmarish design and Jodorowsky's unconventional and surreal approach would surely have resulted in a cult SF film quite unlike anything we've ever seen.

As everyone knows, shortly after the collapse of Dune, Jodorowsky's core creative team of Dan O'Bannon, Giger, Chris Foss and Moebius all went on to contribute their talents to Alien; thus making O'Bannon's bastard child of Dark Star and Dune the closest we'll ever get to seeing What Could Have Been.


Of course this is all ancient history and common knowledge, but seeing these TV and print ads makes me wish anew that Giger's brilliance was further utilised at the height of his ability. I could watch an entire film - devoid of any actors, dialogue or story - of nothing but Giger's art, brought to life by '80s practical FX: sets, miniatures, models, animatronics, puppetry and matte paintings. A sort of biomechanical perversion of Koyaanisqatsi.







Surgical Prep


Dr. Josef Heiter MBBS, MChir, FRCS:

"...a Siamese triplet, connected via the gastric system...

...the Human Centipede...

...FIRST SEQUENCE.

We start with cutting the ligaments of the kneecaps..."