American gothic… The Screaming Skull (1958), Eureka Blu-ray, out now!

 

My memory (slips) on … to Marion Crawford and his horrid story of The Upper Birth, which (with The Screaming Skull some distance behind) is the best in his collection of Uncanny Tales and stands high among ghost stories in general.

Some Remarks on Ghost Stories, M. R. James’ essay in The Bookman (December, 1929)

I watched The Screaming Skull late at night with the lights turned off and a howling wind buffeting the house, carrying the screams of embattled birds over the roof as leaves swirled around our garden pond, the depths of which are unknown to man or dog… It was indeed a dark and stormy night and that’s always a good place to start with Alex Nicol’s unsettling adaptation of Francis Marion Crawford’s 1908 short story of the same name.

Crawford, though less well known, came before H. P. Lovecraft and M. R. James and influenced both in their writing as the above quotation indicates. James, a fellow Cambridge University alumnus who would read his stories to fellow uncanny professors at Christmas, took his idea of supernatural physicality – as evinced in both the tales mentioned whilst H.P. took the idea of post-mortem remnants a step further with ideas of physical mortality transcending death and the persistence of ancestral curses. All of this is the stuff of horror films as they came to be defined and this film, an American International Picture, feels a lot like the kind of tense, lower-budget film being made over the pond by Hammer.

Newlyweds: John Hudson and Peggy Webber

Crawford died in 1909 – an untimely heart attack triggered by a lung injury some years before, but his influence grew. So it was that API who were establishing a significant horror brand looked to make a film of this simple but dramatic tale that would play on the imaginations of its characters and audiences alike with the singularly persistent physical remnant of a murdered women: her skull. 

This is a narrative which relies on the reactions of the characters and Alex Nicol’s controlled unwinding of their mental state and the audience’s awareness and fear of the reality of this haunting. There is also mundane murderous humanity at play but a sense that a balancing of the books is driving this spirit onwards. It was Alex Nicol's directorial debut and he acts too as he did in the likes of The Man from Laramie, The Twilight Zone and many other TV staples.

Eureka Classics is now presenting his film on Blu-ray for the first time in the UK and it's a must-watch, even through the fingers you hold up in front of your eyes as you hide behind the sofa.

The Screaming Skull starts, as so many films do, in the illusory safety of a large country house... it looks idyllic but there's a rather large pond which somehow looms under the property across the lawn. Eric Whitlock (John Hudson) and the wealthy Jenni (Peggy Webber) are just married and moving into this  secluded retreat which he inherited following the untimely death of his first wife Marion some years before who had drowned in the pond after falling and knocking herself unconscious. 

The house is reassuringly lovely and there's even a friendly priest, the Rev. Edward Snow (Russ Conway) and his wife (Tony Johnson) - all the elements of normality are there to counter-point what is to follow. Jenni quickly finds that Marion's presence is still felt with the traumatised groundsman, Mickey (Alex Nicol) believing that Marion’s spirit has never left the estate. Then there's Marion’s startling self-portrait on display upstairs - she looks manic and as the camera lingers it's as if she is staring right at her successor... 

Gradually, strange things start happening as Eric goes away on business, leaving his new bride alone and victim to her own imagination... she has a history of mental illness and is she just over-sensitive and "hysterical" (classic tropes for women in this era it has to be noted) but the bound sbetween her perception and physical reality become ever more blurred... 

Alex Nicol, acting and directing at the same time

This is one of the missing links between gothic melodramas such as Rebecca and the intensity of The Innocents and The Haunting, onto the films of Hammer and co, from which you can pick anyone from fifty. It is packed with unsettling moments and builds towards the inevitable crisis and revelations with a disquieting pace and some guile. It's a milestone of independent American horror cinema and a line goes all the way back to Marion Crawford, Lovecraft and James... their heritage wasn't writ on the page but in our blood.

The transfer looks pristine and the set is haunted by some very enthralling extras… 

• Limited Edition of 2,000 copies
• Limited edition O-card slipcase and interior packaging featuring new artwork by John Dunn
• 1080p HD presentation on Blu-ray
• Original English mono audio | Optional English subtitles (SDH)
• New introduction to The Screaming Skull by horror novelist Stephen Laws
• Shrouded in Mystery – new video essay on The Screaming Skull and the gothic horror tradition by film and literature scholar Mary Going
• Trailers

Not to be missed and only available with the Limited Edition is: a collector’s booklet featuring new writing on the production and marketing of The Screaming Skull by film historian Jon Towlson, author of Subversive Horror Cinema

You can order The Screaming Skull direct from Eureka and from all good retailers but you will be haunted by regrets if you fail to get the Limited Edition.

Do it now!!

I love the begining were the film makers offer to cover the funeral costs of anyone who is dies from the film's shocks... there's confident marketing! I wonder how many they had to pay out for...?

Dare YOU watch till the end dear reader?

AI's of Future Past... The Terminal Man (1974)

Funny how I came to this film at exactly the time I needed to...

“I… want you to know what a magnificent, overwhelming picture it is. You achieve moods that I’ve never experienced in the movies before…”

Terrence Malick

It’s hard to understand how this film never had a full UK release, especially given that scriptwriter and director Mike Hodges was fresh from his two Michael Caine films, the smash hit Get Carter and more mixed Pulp (1972), was adapting a 1972 novel by no less than Michael Crichton. But the project was troubled from the start with Crichton originally down to direct from his own script which Warner Brothers felt had departed too much from his book. Out of this development hell came the appointment of Hodges who not for the last time – see Black Rainbow (1989) – had a bad experience with studios.

I admit, I started the film twice as it is a slow starter, spending some half an hour on our introduction to George Segal’s character Harry Benson, and the medical teams assessment and subsequent operation, but give it time and your focus and you will be rewarded – it would be very interesting to watch on the big screen for this reason.

Segal is superb as the computer scientist who is the victim of violent seizures and who is concerned about the potential dangers of advanced computers to humanity. As a subscription to Science Fiction Monthly in my teens and a voracious reader of comics and the works of Harlan Ellison, Philip K Dick, Larry Niven and Frank Herbert, the concerns about artificial intelligence go back along time, even to the fifties and Asimov, Clarke and other scientists writing fiction.

Segal plays his character as mild-mannered – in deliberate counter-point to what he might become during an episode of what the doctors diagnose as Acute Disinhibitory Lesion syndrome. This is an actual condition in which the brain's regulatory system fails to filter thoughts, impulses, and social responses before externalising them: something modern day social media is very adept at encouraging. The team, led by surgeon Dr John Ellis (Richard A. Dysart), Dr. Arthur McPherson (Donald Moffat) and the unsettling Dr. Robert Morris (Michael C. Gwynne) agree that an experimental procedure involving the insertion of an electrical device in his brain is the only way to control his condition. Only the empathetic psychiatrist Dr. Janet Ross (Joan Hackett) disagrees. 

Throughout this part of the film there’s an antiseptic silence to a lot of the scenes, with only the actor’s expressions and their calm voices to add flavour. It feels like the calm rationality before ethe storm and the laughing and joking of hospital workers outside of the surgery acts as a stark reminder of the warmth humanity can usually generate. This is very much Hodges’ aim and, confessing in an interview amongst the Arrow Blu-ray extras, that he was depressed during this period it adds extra poignancy to Harry’s plight. The idea that a man almost phobic about the computer science he understands so well could be saved by placing a small part of it inside his thinking and feeling machine is clearly meant as repulsive.

Harry is alienated from him self and the most feral aspect of his personality – regulating his amygdala responses is tantamount to electronic lobotomy and we all know it. The cinematography and mise-en-scene reflect this with Hodges being very influenced by the modern artist Edward Hopper who painted the urban loneliness of contemporary America and he later told Marl Adams, “I can remember snipping my film down to match the loneliness that Hopper had captured."

“Your images make me understand what an image is, not a pretty picture but something that should pierce one through like an arrow and speak in a language all its own."

Terrence Malick

The operation seems to have been a success but by this point we have decided not to trust most of those involved in this experiment with the exception of Dr Janet. Joan Hackett is someone I remember from Alias Smith and Jones and a tonne of US TV series and films from this era. She, like Segal had great comic chops and like George she also has depth as a straight actor with her sparkling eyes alive with meaning and a humanity lacking in most of her colleagues who are more than happy to use Harry for this long-shot.

Of course the process starts to go wrong as the seizure and electrical response loop speeds up and the brain starts to become addicted to the feedback, pushing Harry closer and closer to ever more violent episodes. He escapes from the hospital and as the line between his Jekyll and Hyde starts to blur, seeks out his old girlfriend Angela Black (Jill Clayburgh) brutally killing her after just one night.

He is out of control and on the rampage across Los Angeles, arriving at Dr Ross’ apartment being both reasonable and threatening she only just manages to avoid the same fate as Angela. The film is as frenetic as the opening is calm and the overall impact is all the more shocking because of it as, like AI developing in an unregulated way, Harry the Experiment makes up his own rules and outthinks his pursuers.

Dusty Verdict: This is, as Mr Malick suggests, a film that does make you feel on a different level and it is quite disturbing as a whole. We are truly taken inside Harry’s world by Hodges’ direction and the chemistry between Segal and Hackett provides the emotional stakes at the heart of this bleak and lonely Los Angeles. Could this happen today? It probably already is in so many ways as the powers that be push for billionaire solutions that rely on machines more than man and on the obfuscation of objective reality leaving us to rely on human instinct in a world they decide is frightening and horrifically out of control.

There’s no way of inserting a machine to regulate global Disinhibitory Lesions…

The Arrow release has both the theatrical release – which did well in Japan, natch, as well as the Director’s Cut from Hodges which leaves the audience with more thinking to do. In the end there’s not so much difference between Harry and Carter, or a number of Hodges male protagonists. This is an important part of his most personal films and deserves to be seen as part of his strand that stretches back to the TV films Suspect (1969) and Rumour (1970) about men on missions of discovery…

Deep dive... The Snorkel (1958), Indicator Blu-ray Release

The Snorkel opens with one of the more memorable pre-credits sequences to be found in a thriller ... While not a classic, this clever and twisted thriller, as well as Peter van Eyck's chilling performance, is overdue for greater exposure.

John M. Miller, Turner Classic Movies

There’s been a revival in interest in what might loosely be termed late-period Brit Noir films, with the restoration and home media release of The Strongroom (1962) and renewed interest in The League of Gentlemen (1960), The Boys (1961) and Hell is a City (1960). These are all films drenched in Post War disappointment and thrillers in a way that the oncoming tide of kitchen sink realism might wash away for a time.

There’s not much social commentary in The Snorkel but there’s plenty of murderous intensity and a cynical man who just wants to dispose of the human obstacles in his way using a method that is as evil as it is devious. It’s a Hammer film and, as above, there is a programme to re-release these films in deluxe box sets and with an excess of extras. This version was released a couple of years back on Indicator Blu-ray but is in the same vein as other Hammer mysteries of the time that are more based on unsettling mood than jump scares.

The whole enterprise is founded on one ingenious method of murder – one which doesn’t deliver the underwater adventure you might expect but it’s cruelly sinister and coldly premeditated murderousness makes for compelling viewing. We know who did and it and how, it’s only a case of if he’ll get away with it or strike again… like the darkest of Columbo episodes.

So, the murder is pretty much perfect with Paul Decker (Peter van Eyck) using his scuba diving gear to kill his wife and make it look like suicide: hiding under the floorboards breathing in oxygen as gas floods the room and chokes his victim. The opening of the film show him calmly going about this murder, with his mater-of-fact-ness contrasting with the hopeless condition of the drugged murderee lying on the couch in their Italian mansion - Villa della Pergola, located in Alassio, Liguria's riviera. The motive we can assume is one of banal evil, Decker might need the money but he looks well off to us, or he may just have grown tired of his wife but, either way, the deed is done and within ten minutes it looks very much like he has got away with it.

Then, in steps the late Mrs Decker’s daughter, Candy, played by Mandy Miller who was so exceptional in the tale of a deaf-mute child in Mandy (1952) and here is still only 14 yet carrying a huge amount of the film’s moral drive. She is all teenage fury in comparison with her wicked stepfather’s cold-blooded calculation. She is convinced that years before she had seen him drown her father and now she refuses to believe that he has not done the same to her mother.

But in a world of polite adult rationality, Peter’s water-tight alibi and seeming devastation is enough to convince the police (Grégoire Aslan) and Mr Wilson from the British embassy (William Franklyn – who once gave me right of way at the tricky cross-roads near Putney Bridge fact fans! A true gent!) who is very reassuring but relies on the couple’s childminder Jean Edwards (Betta St. John) to manage the Mandy’s emotions and recovery.

As the inquest finds death by suicide, Peter has looked to have succeeded but Mandy refuses to let go of her suspicions and tries everything she can to convince the adults in the room… Even as "family" life seems to return to something like normal, as Peter takes Mandy and Jean to the beach, with a frisson developing between the young woman and the older man... the only question remains is how Peter will deal with Mandy's suspicion and whether he will need to remove the“problem” in the same way as he has done with her mother.

Directed by Guy Green from a screenplay by Peter Myers and Hammer legend, Jimmy Sangster, based on Anthony Dawson’s original story, the film struggles a little with Miller being slightly beyond her childhood but otherwise maintains an uneasy atmosphere and unfolding sense of inevitable do or die as unlikely father figure is pushed by the enduring suspicion of his stepdaughter… Two endings were filmed and one is darker than the other (included on the set) but both are pretty darned dark.   

The extras are excellent and include:

• High Definition remaster
• Original mono audio
• Audio commentary with film historian Michael Brooke and author Johnny Mains
• Undercover Killer: Inside ‘The Snorkel’ (2018, 21 mins): an analysis of the film and its production by Hammer expert Jonathan Rigby, BFI curator Josephine Botting, and cultural historian John J Johnston
• Hammer’s Women: Betta St John (2018, 11 mins): film historian Kat Ellinger offers an appreciation of the American actress, singer, and dancer
• Original script ending (10 mins): a reconstruction of the final scenes as they appear in Jimmy Sangster's original screenplay
• Peter Allchorne and Hugh Harlow Remember ‘The Snorkel’ (2018, 8 mins): the Hammer production crew regulars recall making the film
• Four-Note Fear (2018, 24 mins): an appreciation of composer Francis Chagrin’s score by David Huckvale, author of Hammer Film Scores and the Musical Avant-Garde
• Original theatrical trailer
• Image gallery
• English subtitles for the deaf and hard-of-hearing

 

Dusty Verdict: The Snorkel is an excellent package overall and a weird, off-setting film that will linger with you a while and especially if you’re taking a late summer break skin diving in the Mediterranean. Just be careful who you dive with… that’s all I‘ll say. 

You can buy The Snorkel Blu-ray direct from Powerhouse Films/Indicator and they have some very good offers on at the moment! Not to be missed and we are living through a golden period of home cinema release of British films!

Days of future past... Futureworld (1976)

 

I last saw this on 35mm projected in Maghull's Astra Cinema in 1976, I was a confused 15-year old who hadn't seen Westworld and was therefore a little behind the story as Yul Brynner's proto-Terminator cyborg only made an appearance in flashback and then a dream sequence. So, what did the grown-up version of me think watching after finally seeing these films in the right order?

Firstly, I seem to have very little recollection of the film itself which is unusual as other films watched over this distance in time have been more firmly implanted – The Warriors, The Sentinel, Exorcist and others – including The Devils which has now been restored to something like Ken Russell’s original vision… I’m not sure I’m ready. What I thought were memories of this film turn out to be overlays from its predecessor which is exactly what happens to Blythe Danner when they attach her to a dream projection device.

Secondly, rather than being a machine vs man scenario turns out to be more like a Jurassic Park story with “mad scientists” convinced that they can simply avoid the errors of the first story – machines running riot and breaking Asimov’s laws of robotics left right and centre – can be fixed by deploying more machines. Upgrades and removing the human elements as far as possible seems to be the focus of their strategy and moving well beyond the theme park at the centre of things into the wider world.

Blythe Danner, Arthur Hill and Peter Fonda

Handled in the right way, this could have been the start of something more genuinely epic but it is ambitious in one way but not in others… a self-contained futuristic theme park mystery that two journalists have to solve compelled by their training and drive to tell the world. A post-Watergate sentiment sadly lacking these days.

It starts of by retelling the events of the Westworld in which the robots started to treat the scenarios as real and many guests expecting a realistic adventure shooting cowboys and fraternising with good time girls in bars, ended up fighting for their lives against the Gunslinger played by Yul Brynner. This first film was directed and written by Michael Crichton and featured a nail-biting narrative as robots started to malfunction and human life suddenly comes under threat.

Chrichton was not involved in this sequel and Brynner was the only cast member returning although composer Fred Karlin was back to bring some excellent atmospherics. Directed by Richard T. Heffron (The Rockford Files and many more…) from a script by Mayo Simon and George Schenck – son of film producer Aubrey Schenk and great nephew of Joe Schenck, sometime husband of Norma Talmadge and co-founder of both 20^th Century Fox and the Oscars – Futureworld feels more like a TV movie than its budget should allow.

Tracy's dream date with the Gunslinger (Yul Brynner)

It's set three years after the events of Westworld and the Delos Corporation owners have invested heavily in fixing the “teething troubles” of their original park and introduced an expanded experience with Future World and Spa World, “where old age and pain have been eliminated”, added to Roman and Medieval Worlds. Westworld remains closed down. This is a new beginning and two journalists have been invited down to witness the change, TV broadcaster Tracy Ballard (the divine Blythe Danner, mother of Gwyneth Paltrow and it shows) and news journalist Chuck Browning (the rebellious Peter Fonda, father of Bridgette and son of Henry). The two bicker in attempted Tracy/Hepburn screwball love play but it’s a bit too abrasive and the script just isn’t up to it. All the same, the two are highly watchable and put what they can into the roles.

Before their departure Chuck has an encounter with a former employee of Delos who dies just as they meet carrying a folder full of clippings and uttering the name of his ex-employer with his final breaths. There’s something a foot and Chuck’s just not the kind of guy to so no to a potential story…

The two are met with a very slick operation at the resort which has once again caught everyone’s imagination not least the winner of a free trip on a TV game show, who can’t wait to sample the erotic recreational opportunities of the Series 700 love bots (or whatever they’re called). Humanity can’t resist the opportunity of playing with animated toys and, as with the first film, this fascination affects risk management decision making.

Blythe Danner takes aim...

Delos is run by the reassuringly relaxed and charming Dr. Duffy (Arthur Hill) and the technical lead, the altogether more earnest Dr. Morton Schneider (John Ryan, who always provides great intensity) who has the look of a man with deep secrets to hide. So, it proves when on a trip behind the scenes Chuck persuades Tracy to try and “turn on” one of the suited people intently looking at screens in the control room and his lack of reaction proves he must be an automaton – I mean, what red-blooded man could resist Gwyneth’s Mum? A manoeuvre of its time… like a fair chunk of the script but so it goes as Tracy gives as good as she gets from the mildly chauvinistic Chuck… you know they’ll end up together, should they make it to the end of the film. Anyway, Duffy and Schneider confirm that yes, the majority of staff are robots as this is the best way to avoid the human error that led to the initial disaster.

Nothing can go wrong with this plan obviously and so the couple keep digging in the early hours until they find more than they bargained for with three kung fu robots’ intent on destroying them. They’re saved by a human mechanic Harry Croft (Stuart Margolin) who’s living in the depths with only a faceless Series 400 called Clark (James M. Connor) for company. Harry’s willing to talk and explains that the “irons” are not sentient and still basically following their programming. This is a potentially interesting line to follow… as this was the question raised by the Gunslinger and, let’s face it, we’ve been fascinated by AI for a lot longer than the last few years.

But there’s a lot more going on that even Harry knows and working together the three – with Clark making the drinks – uncover a plan that stretches far beyond the worlds of the park: this is the real Futureworld and, well, it’s probably less interesting than the filmmakers thought it would be.

Harry and Clark play cards...

Dusty Video Verdict: Futureworld is over-long and slow paced but has some interesting ideas that are never developed and compelling leads who just don’t have enough to do. This is especially true of Danner who is essentially employed to provide a foil for Fonda’s sardonic lines and reckless bravery. The deeper questions aren’t really engaged with – despite the bigger plan – with a controlling intelligence that is only hinted at?

There are some good sequences and a sense of wonder which is one thing I just about remember: wouldn’t this be an interesting place to visit where you could indulge in adventures at no risk? Some of the sets from the far superior Logan’s Run were repurposed for the film and overall, the production values are high with an array of convincing sets including a Saturn Five rocket and the Brynner sequence which does flow nicely along the lines of a dream.

There are some sequences that were genuinely surprising and these feature 3D computer generated imagery, in fact this film was the first to use this CGI in the form of two experimental short films: Edwin Catmull's a Computer Animated Hand (1972) and Fred Parke's Faces & Body Parts (1974). Now, that really was the Futureworld… and now we’re living in it!

The Astra in the 70s... now a supermaket. 

Disclosure Daze… Toomorrow (1970), BFI Blu-ray out now!

 

I was very taken with Livy [Olivia], I thought she had everything going for her in this fresh bubbly way; she was worried about filming, but she got into it pretty soon.

Director, Val Guest

Within a decade Olivia Newton John would not only be telling John Travolta that he was the one she wanted but singing her way to Xanadu… but in the late 1960s the idea of her starring in a fantasy musical based on a hippy dippy plot was just a twinkle in someone’s eye.

This film wouldn’t last five seconds in the UFC of modern film criticism whether it was staged on the White House lawn or in a carpark in east London and yet… and yet we owe it to ourselves to try harder. Steven Spielberg recently had a go about reinstalling the “wonder” into the business of first contact but this film starts from the point of view that this is a given. The irony is that this was seen as a post-Monkees pre-fab four by, Don Kirshner, one of the men who pulled that disparate group of actually very talented musicians together (and Davey Jones who could dance and act…) and who’s co-creator, Bob Rafelson (plus his screenwriting and acting buddy Jack Nicholson) had released the cinematic suicide note that was the on-the-nose polemical anarchy of Head (1969) which is as knowingly cynical as this film is sweetly optimistic.

 “… we’re just too much, we’re TOO-morrow!”

Toomorrow sits somewhere between the Cliff Richard movies of the early 60s, those featuring Joe Brown, Marti Wilde and the Dave Clarke Five and the children’s TV of the early 70s… The Tomorrow People, Double Deckers and HR Puff ’n stuff. It doesn’t have the star power of finesse of A Hard Day’s Night or a Help! But it does have Olivia Newton John who by the time it was eventually released was on her way to solo success with early hits such as I Honestly Love You. Give Me Love and Take Me Home. She also has undeniable screen presence here and has more star power than her other three bandmates combined – that not to damn them just a mark of her presence.

James Bond film producer Harry Saltzman had entered into a three-picture deal with Kirshner and this was the first product of that with a script from David Benedictus which was re-written so much they never told director Val Guest. The latter did his best but, having not got paid, he launched an injunction shortly after the film was premiered and that was pretty much that. It has until this release languished on YouTube in a very low grade copy but, seriously. It’s a delight to see it restored for home media and given the attention it deserved as a period piece, a snapshot of the times and feelings and the cinematic birth of Livy.

It's not a question of being so bad it’s good, there are some genuinely impressive things not least the production quality, special effects and designs that under pin the science fiction aspects so well and a lively cast who you side with no matter how arcane their dialogue and the feeling of zero chemistry as a group. Film as history, history as film – it matters as much for the 1960s as for the silent era and this film, being just 40-odd years after The Jazz Singer is far closer to Jolson than Jackson, or Taylor’s The Era Tour… there’s a modern-day Olivia Newton John for you?

Now for the groovy precis and it’s tinged with the weary cynicism of an alien Alphoid called John Williams (I know how many more “coincidences can there be?!) played by the great Roy Dotrice, who has been watching Earth for three thousand years and frankly got a little bit bored of so little happening. But something has happened and it’s his colleagues on an orbiting spaceship who have picked it up, the first signs of something infusing the music of this world that actually makes them feel. Now, if this wasn’t so close to Stephen Spielberg’s empathy point I wouldn’t be so shocked… but whatever goes around comes around in All Toomorrow’s Parties from Close Encounters…, Xanadu to the present day we’re searching for the lost chord that will bring peace on Earth and to all alien cultures.

Galactic Control, who can only produce soulless electronica only without coherent beat, themes and, soul... are interested in a new sound being produced by Olivia and her pop band "Toomorrow", from sonic vibrations emitted by their special amplifier, a "tonaliser" - a processor attached to a Hammond organ that the Floyd would have killed for! Mind you, they had better songs! John Williams offers to help the group rehearse and record their ground-breaking sounds and we see them rehearsing in his Victorian pile in which he has transmuted various objects into a Revox 8-Track recorder and a more than makeshift studio.

The aliens kidnap the band and to get them to restore the loving feeling to their otherwise soulless space music try to take them home with them – they’d love to take them home – but whilst the band sympathises with this intergalactic lonely-hearts club, they have plans on their own planet. Everything will come to a head at a new bands night in Chalk Farm at the Roundhouse but will that be enough to restore harmony or will the guys have to be cool with living in space and never shopping in Granny Takes a Trip every again?

You’ll need to watch it to find out!

“If this antiseptic crew had really dared to set foot on the stage of the Round House during a pop festival, dressed up like canaries and singing their cute songs of love and tears, they would have been booed, quite deservedly, off it again."

The Monthly Film Bulletin 

Whatever the circumstances it is genuinely a thrill to see the Roundhouse as it was in the late 60s even if it’s not Syd’s Floyd, Soft Machine or The Pretty Things playing there. It’s more corporate these days… ticket offices and toilets… safer too! But the above reviewer is right in suggesting the disconnect between the location of counter-cultural grooves and this bubble gum pop. ONJ is a proper musician but she never stood in with Hendrix, the Incredible String Band or Steve Howe’s Tomorrow on that stage.

Groovy space-age features!!

Restored in 4K from the original camera negative and presented in High Definition

Audio commentary by pop music historian Andrew Sandoval

Tomorrow Night in London (1969, 5 mins): London swings – but gently – in this patchouli-permeated promo film for the world’s coolest capital

The Nose Has It! (1942, 8 mins): silly little Arthur Askey mucks about with hankies in this wartime winner from Val Guest - worth the price of admission on its own Playmates!!

The Guardian Interview: Val Guest (1998, 62 mins): Guest revisits his career in this onstage retrospective interview

The British Entertainment History Project: Val Guest (1988, 10 mins): candid reflections upon Toomorrow’s troubled genesis, accompanied by rare promotional images from the BFI National Archive

If I Could Turn You On (1969, 13 mins): US troupe Living Theatre rouse London hipsters at The Roundhouse with a provocative interactive performance

Chimp-Mates: Alice Goes Pop! (1975, 17 mins): Public Funk Chimpanzee No. 1 Alice picks up her sticks and kicks out the jams for a Children’s Film Foundation extravaganza

(2026, 12 mins): extra-terrestrial encounters of the groovy kind via this video essay by Celeste de la Cabra

FIRST PRESSING ONLY Illustrated booklet featuring new writing on the film by Matthew Hild, on Val Guest by the BFI’s Dr Josephine Botting and an essay by Jay Rathbone on manufactured pop groups, plus notes on the special features and film credits

Order direct from the BFI now man!!

Ant musing… Empire of the Ants (1977), Eureka Blu-ray out 22nd June

 

Don't tread on an ant He's done nothing to you
There might come a time when he's treading on you…

Adam Ant, Antmusic (1980)

This film has a lowly 5% on Rotten Tomatoes and whilst I had no idea that the ratings could go so low, I don’t think that’s in anyway a fair reflection of its merits. Empire of the Ants is the third and last film released in American International Pictures's H.G. Wells film series, after The Food of the Gods (1976) and The Island of Dr. Moreau (1977) the first two of which were directed by the remarkable Bert I. Gordon. Gordon also co-wrote an managed the whole process in the manner of a true auteur as Kim Newman says in his career overview in the extras. “Mr B.I.G.” as he was known and naturally initialled, was a master of every part of film making from editing, cinematography to the special effects upon which so many relied.

His work in the science fiction/horror exploitation genre went back to the early 1950s and his last credit was in 2015’s Secrets of a Psychopath, made when he was 93 and still full of the passion and energy that would see him beyond his 100^th birthday. It’s fine for some to lump him in with Ed Wood and other low budget dreamers but he was clearly a master of his craft and, on the evidence of this film you can see that despite the limitations of budget. As Chris Cooke says in his introduction, Gordon proved that size does indeed matter and his track record is indeed a large one when it comes to thrillers involving relative dimensions directing such hits as The Amazing Colossal Man (1957), it’s follow-up, War of the Colossal Beast (1958), Village of the Giants (1965) and King Dinosaur (1954) not to mention the other Wells film featuring gigantic rats and hens.

Joan Collins in sales mode for Dreamland Shores

His mastery of double exposure often looks better on the cinema screen as its only preparing film for the small screen that has made the elements of the technique more visible with, as here, the odd ant crawling apparently on thin air although the remastering here is as impeccable as Gordon himself when preparing filmic elements for projection in the pre-digital age. Here the mix of photo-enlarged real ants and larger scale rubber replicants, works well if you suspend disbelief and go with the flow – for those of us born before CGI this is not so hard. As with so many eco-horrors of the seventies “disaster movie” craze, physical props had to be used and the actors had to do their best to make their threat real in the deadliest moments of which there are quite a few.

In terms of the source material, HG Wells short story from 1907 was more about the threat of organised ants of regular size and in the opening section we see ants organising their culture using pheromones and a collective intelligence that is remarkable for any of the 15,000 different species on Earth. Wells just went with that but Gordan has a nuclear spillage following illegal dumping, irradiating the creatures and making them grow to giant size. This was a familiar trope as Newman points out with the same thing happening to Colossal Beast in 1958 and from there to Stan Lee and Jack Kirby’s The Incredible Hulk in the Marvel comic starting in 1962.

Having established the threat it’s time to turn to the real monsters of the piece; the people and especially ruthless real estate developer Marilyn Fryser (a marvellously bossy Joan Collins) who is busy lining up a group of punters for a trip to view the potential of her new integrated community at Dreamland Shores, miles from anywhere, on polluted land and with only the pretence of the groundwork having been done. There's a hilarious sign point to the "Future Gold Course", "Future Marina"and "Future Pool Area" and essentially this is a money grabbing exercise for which Marilyn's head of sales, Charlie (Edward Power) admits only a third of the day trippers will invest in, the rest are just there for the free ride. Sadly for them, today there's a huge price to pay...

The group on the boat to nowhere are the usual mix for this period of cowardly sexist husband with a wandering eye, Robert Pine (Larry Graham) and his long-suffering wife Christine (Brooke Palance) who has to face the indignity of his staring at the winsome singleton Coreen (Pamela Shoop) although she doesn’t see his attempt to sexually assault her shortly into the day – she knees him where it hurts much to the cheers of my watching crowd.

There’s a guy on the down, divorced and drinking Joe Morrison (John David Carson) who we hope can be redeemed as well as the disappointed middle-aged Margaret (Jacqueline Scott) who starts to warm up the weathered and worn down boat owner Dan Stokely (Robert Lansing) who takes Marilyn’s money even though he dislikes her and the whole phoney project. There are two pairs of older couples too, one a pair of professional freeloaders and the others too curious for their own good although it’s hardly their fault when they become the first to be killed by the giant ants.

As with all such creature features, there’s an initial period in which the party doesn’t understand the danger the audience knows full well they are in but soon the ants are everywhere and it’s a race into the everglades to find escape after the clever insects have removed the boat, their only means of escape. As the group runs through the dense woods, Gordon capture the action really well and even throws in some horrible jump scares as man proves no match for mandible as heroes arise, cowards are found out and everyday worries are put into sharp relief by the life and death struggle.

The narrative builds as the survivors realise they are being herded and that there’s more to these ants than meets the mind, with the opening segment, voiced by Marvin Miller, explains the remarkable capacity of ant communities to act collectively and intelligently… That was Wells warning, that we might be outsmarted by a seemingly humble but organised creature and it was also a call for humanity to think harder.

That much is implicit in Gordon’s film but very much secondary to the entertaining personal journeys and the fight to live!

 

Pamela Shoop, John David Carson and Jacqueline Scott

Special effects, giant ants and, of course, there are some massive Special Features: 

Limited Edition of 2,000 copies featuring O-card slipcase with original poster artwork and booklet featuring new writing on Empire of the Ants and ecological horror by genre film expert Liam Hathaway

1080p HD presentation on Blu-ray

New introduction to Empire of the Ants by Chris Cooke, filmmaker and co-director of Mayhem Film Festival

The B.I.G. Picture – interview with film historian Kim Newman focused on the life and career of cult filmmaker Bert I. Gordon

Audio commentary by writer, director and producer Bert I. Gordon himself!

Audio commentary by film historian David Del Valle with film historian and filmmaker Michael Varrati

 

It’s the very definition of pulp and B.I.G. should be far from notorious for his skills in making such an enjoyable piece of nonsense on a budget and on location! You can pre-order direct from the Eureka website and watch out for those six-legged insects at this time of year, they’ll do anything for sugar…

This is a guest post from Paul Joyce of IThankYou 

 

Joan Collins has said that the reason she made films based on her sister's books was to avoid having to make any more films getting muddy in disaster movies... She's great value here, it's a very decent cast!