Thursday, 30 November 2023

Don't cry for me, Argento... Deep Red (1975)

Maybe you’ve seen something so important you don’t recognise… sometimes what you actually see and what you imagine get mixed up in your memory like a cocktail…

This collaboration features an urgent and unsettling Goblin score for Dario Argento, two years before Suspiria and the carefully paced, atmospheric mystery is very much a foretaste of that film. There are many cuts of this film but I watched the 126-minute L’Immagine Ritrovata restoration from 2014 which includes all of the graphic violence as well as the humour and you really can’t have one without the other can you; comic relief only heightening the punch/slash lines.

David Hemmings is on-hand as the audience cypher, a man who can't walk away from the evil he has seen and, like us, albeit with considerably more at stake, he just has to see it resolved. Hemmings is someone we saw growing up on screen, here he's a greying 34-year-old, still recognisably the cool photographer from Blow Up and a world away from his skinny youthfulness in the early sixties’ films like Some People and his childhood roles in the fifties. Before his voice broke, he was Benjamin Brittan's favourite soprano and he's a musician here again, albeit a jazz pianist. He's perfect for Argento, intense and alert with a quick humour which undercuts the tension only to propel it further forward as the moods change and the director's preference for shadowy spaces and natural dark rarely give us any respite from the mood and the menace.

Hopper-style Blue Bar with and David Hemmings

We're on our guard right from the get-go with a bloody death involving a child cut from a low angel leads us into the film as Goblin's mournful tones lead us through the titles to a rehearsal of Hemming's character, Marcus Daly's jazz band in what looks like a crypt. Even the stills look unsettling, bright lights on the players and darkness surrounding them and a white piano that looks like a tomb...

Its thoughts are of death… you have killed and will kill again!

We switch to a talk being given by a psychic Helga Ulmann (Macha Méril) and a Professor Giordani (Glauco Mauri) in a half-empty theatre during which the former senses the presence of a purely malevolent mind. Almost in pain she reaches out to the person indicating that she feels their blood lust, their murderous intent and knows they will kill again. The meeting breaks up but we feel the presence of someone watching Helga as she’s helped on her way by Giordani and tells him that she may be able to identify the person…

Helga picks up the signals...
 

Meanwhile, Marcus walks into a huge square, with a piano bar highlighted like an Edmund Hopper painting - Nighthawks to be precise - darkness all around and yet the interior bright through large windows; one of those moments when you sit up and point at the screen, "Hopper!". Argento likes his bright interiors especially when locked behind glass and surrounded by the dark uncertainty of the late night. Marcus meets Carlo (Gabriele Lavia) a fellow musician but one reduced to playing at the Blue Bar and relying on tips. Carlo is drunk and has many demons but Marcus likes him and wants to help. He hears screaming…

If Argento likes illuminated interiors he also likes his murders witnessed through the dark and a murderee helpless behind the glass and this is exactly what we get as Marcus turns the corned and seeing a woman, Helga, fighting for her life on an upper story, her head smashed through the window.

 


 

He races up to her apartment, through a corridor crammed with art only to find himself too late and the woman’s body collapsed lifeless on the floor. The police arrive in lazy and almost comedic form as they go through the motions all too run down by the prosaic nature of murder and not expecting much from this witness. Then Gianna (Daria Nicolodi, Argento’s wife at the time and mother of Asia Argento), a journalist, arrives and begins to ask questions whilst also noting the handsome musician and snapping his photograph sensing a scoop.

 

Marcus and the Italian plod...

You won’t get away; I’ll kill you sooner or later…

Marcus and Gianna begin to bond and attend the funeral together sharing information. Unfortunately, she’s used the snap of him she took on the front page of her newspaper and the killer now knows that he’s the main witness… Their relationship has a screwball edge and, as her car is also broken, he sits very low in the broken passenger seat as she towers over him driving and he can only get in and out via the sunroof.  We also get to learn more of Marcus’ relationship with Carlo as he goes in search of him at the apartment of his mother Martha (Clara Calamai), who’s very welcoming and gives him the address of his friend Massimo Ricci (Geraldine Hooper, playing a male or transgender character). Here he finds Carlo drunk and full of self-disgust at his sexuality. It matters not to Marcus – he’s a jazz musician! – and the two end up playing a duet at the Blue Bar.

All this is done to distract though and Marcus is soon visited late at night by the dark figure in a black leather coat he witnessed leaving the scene of the crime. He manages to lock his door to prevent their entry and the growl the above threat through the wood… he's on borrowed time. But Marcus, aided by Gianna isn’t going to wait, he goes in search of a song he heard the night of the murder and this leads him to stories of hauntings as relayed by an author whom is murdered brutally before he gets to her… Everything seems to have ears around her, he says… but he ploughs on and the mystery will have not one but two classic twists before being resolved as Argento teases us with short clips of music, childhood dolls and eyes caked in black eyeliner.

 

Hemmings and Daria Nicolodi
 

And all the time he puzzles over the strange picture he saw out of the corner of his eye in the moments after the first killing: it disappeared when he next walkled the corrider, is it the clue to solve the case… maybe he imagined it, as Marco suggests at the top. Imagination and memory soon intertwine after all.

 

Dusty verdict: Deep Red is rightly regarded as a classic of Giallo Cinema and has enough strands to engage the modern audience along with great performances all round. The score is also excellent and its interesting to see that Argento tried to recruit Pink Floyd – as Antonioni had done for Zabriskie Point – before turning to the Italian Goblin whose leader Claudio Simonetti wrote two of the compositions in one night. Quick and effective workers, he signed them as soon as he could and, of course, they would work together in future.

 

Well worth watching on a windy dark night in the British winter… and take car in those seemingly safe city squares and streets.

 


Pretty collectible first Italian pressing soundtrack LP!

Edmund Hopper, Nighthawks (1942)

 



Tuesday, 31 October 2023

Bloody Hell! The Legend of Blood Castle (1973)


This is a dark and smart Spanish horror, better budgeted than the average Hammer, and featuring a different take on Sheridan le Fanu’s stories of Carmilla, based on Erzebeth Báthory, an actual Sixteenth Century Hungarian baroness who, allegedly, bathed in the blood of female virgins in order to preserve her youth. The Guinness Book of Records has Báthory as the most prolific female murderer, although both the number of her victims and the cause of their deaths is disputed. With le Fanu’s help though The Blood Countess or Countess Dracula as she was also known, inspired everything from a section in Walerian Borowczyk’s Immoral Tales (1974) (screening as part of the BFI’s Scala season this January) to The Vampire Lovers and all points in between and beyond to Q Anon and current lunatic conspiracies. We're all just peasants it seems, at the beck and call of our betters.

 

Lucia Bose

Lucia Bose – who I first saw in Antonioni’s early films, Chronicle of a Love (1950) and The Lady With the Camelias (1953) – is still very beautiful here and plays Erzebeth Bathory living on the cusp of middle age with her faithless husband, Karl (Espartaco Santoni apparently deep in character as he tried to pursue his female co-stars…) who is more interested in the sports of hunting prey and women. Their story becomes entangled with the restorative powers of human blood and the vampire hunting of the local population, something as earthed in human suspicions of the witch hunts in Britain and America at this point in history.

 

The film begins with the locals in search of a buried vampire, there’s an angry mob following a naked lad on a horse which, as you all should know, is a sure-fire way of locating a vampire. So it proves as a vampire is unearthed in the churchyard and, after a stake is driven through his heart, the body is taken back to the town for a bizarre prosecution. Karl, as one of the local men of substance, is one of the magistrates involved and is amused by the process just as much as he is sceptical.

 

Not Matt Berry but Espartaco Santoni

Directed and written by Jorge Grau, the film is a little deliberate in pacing but is remarkably vivid with strong performances and gothic trimmings, it’s restrained in the physical horror preferring to suggest the horror and to build atmosphere. Yes, there is a fair amount of blood and of naked young maidens slain and bleeding out for the Baroness’ to bathe but this is not overused… and would unbalance the film if it was.

 

After all, what could be more uncanny than the trial of a dead vampire in which the dead man’s wife and daughter have to recount their ordeal in front of the court – including one man named Helsing at least in the English subtitles I saw. This is a society in fear o the unexplained and Baron Karl, enjoys debating the issue with fellow magistrates as they tuck into red steaks – animals living off the blood of other animals.

 

Karl discovers one of the great house’s serving girls smearing her breasts and those of her friend in the blood of a pigeon in the belief that it will benefit their firmness, he considers raping her friend but lets them go. Do as they wilt is pretty much his guiding principle and he’s a man only just held back by society’s rules.

 

Ewa Aulin
 

The same servant girl accidentally pricks herself and a few drops of her blood fall onto the Baroness’ hand who discovers that the skin is immediately refreshed and younger looking. With the encouragement of her superstitious maid Nodriza (Ana Farra), who tells her of an earlier Erzebeth – the dialogue and plot are possible a little too extensive – and the possibility that a virgin’s blood will bring her youthful vigour back. After testing the theory on a young girl – scratching her hand on broken glass – the cruel couple hatch a more dastardly plan.

 

They use ancient potions to fake the Baron’s death, he apparently drops dead of heart failure playing at the piano forte, only to resurrect him after his entombment in the family vault. He is now free to seduce and murder innocent young girls who are slaughtered in the castle’s loft over an elaborate hole which allows their blood to drip down to a grail from which the increasingly youthful Baroness drinks. It's not the instant transformation as in Countess Dracula (1971) when Ingrid Pitt arises covered in blood and nothing else, but more subtle than this as light make up on Bose hints at the marginal benefit and the huge death toll that will be required to make it work. Karl is tested though as he – finally – finds his heart and falls for the daughter of a local innkeeper, Marina played by the lovely Ewa Aulin.


The verdict is in...

Will love conquer Karl, how long can the Baroness keep her supply of virgin blood a secret and just what is the penalty for dead vampires being found guilty of vampirism? You’ll have to watch the film to find out!

 

Dusty verdict: This is an interesting film despite my quibbles about the pacing and dialogue. There are excellent performances from Lucia Bose and Espartaco Santoni especially and your sympathy is drawn for the Baroness, alone and ageing with her brute of a husband usually away enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. The fact that Santoni bears a slight resemblance to Matt Berry doesn’t distract from the tone although if there’s a remake, he’s a shoe-in!

 

There are various cuts of the film and I watched what I think is the fullest length version entitled Blood Ceremony... which is the international cut. The Spanish cut has more clothing!