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Saturday began early with The Pack a fun if disjointed French horror film. It started off well getting progressively more ridiculous as it went on, overall I enjoyed it well enough, it was short too which I was glad about because I'd entered into the cannot-stop-fidgeting phase of the festival which always hits me by day 4, much to the chagrin of those around me I'm sure. Still there are much worse cinema habits to have, such as the guy I saw tucking into an entire bucket of KFC - I'm just glad he was nowhere near me or there would have been trouble. Next up was Andy Nyman's Quiz from Hell which was good fun and I was quite pleased with myself at how many I got correct, but really I was never going to beat the FrightFest crowd at a horror quiz... I was also glad to see the return of the Short Film Showcase, which had been missing from the line-up last year. Almost all of the 12 films screened showed real talent, my favourites included the strange and disturbing To My Mother and Father by Can Evrenol, the hilariously gory Papa Wrestling by Fernando Alle, a Welshman attacked by a Breville toastie maker in Rise of the Appliances by Rob Sprackling, Scottish dancing Zombies in Choreomania by Louis Paxton and Switch by Melanie Light was also very good. We Are What We Are was an intriguing and exceptionally well shot Mexican slow burner that centred around a family struggling to cope after the death of their patriarch and provider, the fact that they also happen to be cannibals is sidelined in favour of giving a strong character study of each remaining family member and how they spiral out of control and deteriorate mentally. I read mixed reviews of this and people complained it was too boring and for the first half I was undecided whether I liked it or not but it succeeded in bringing me around by the end, and I'm eager for a second viewing. Again this was a highlight for me, although it's certainly divisive and not to everyones tastes. Damned By Dawn on the other hand had to be one of the worst films I saw all weekend, I'm not even sure what happened as I stopped paying attention an hour in. Really dreadful special effects and an nonsensical plot that completely lost me. If anything it just made me even more disappointed that Kaboom had been dropped from the line-up. Next up was supposed to be A Serbian Film which was pulled at the last minute due to Westminster Council stepping in and refusing to let it be screened without a BBFC certification. Which it was never going to get uncut. I'd seen A Serbian Film beforehand, as I'd always had a sneaking suspicion something like this would happen, but I was slightly disappointed as I'd been looking forward to seeing it with an audience to witness their reactions. I'll say this though, it wasn't nearly as shocking as I'd been expecting it to be, maybe because I'd read about it and had fully prepared myself for the worst it then didn't have the same effect as if I'd been watching it blind. I can understand why the BBFC refused to pass it uncut - sexual violence, and particularly sexual violence involving young children was never going to go down well (if you'll pardon the pun). I wish I could remember where I'd read this... but after the screening at The Tribeca Film Festival I'd read an article describing the filmmakers as having come from privileged, affluent backgrounds which makes the argument that it's some kind of statement about the atrocities they'd supposedly suffered at the hands of the Serbian Government not sit right with me, also the "message" is about as subtle as being repeatedly hit in the face with a brick whilst someone screams "Serbia is fucked!" in your ear. I'm sure perhaps a documentary would have been more effective in getting the message out there. All they've really accomplished is pissing off any potential mainstream audience and giving the genre fans something to get all hot and bothered about. Anyway, the replacement film was Buried which I thought was okay, I really wasn't expecting much as the entire movie is literally just Ryan Reynolds in a box for 95 minutes. Taking this into consideration it was quite an accomplishment and it certainly wasn't boring, even if the the whole Iraqsploitation vibe doesn't do much for me. My mum on the other hand hated it and said she almost walked out she thought it was that bad. Next up was another Australian horror, The Loved Ones which I'd heard good things about but wasn't really expecting much from, however it turned out to be the big surprise for me this year and I absolutely loved it. It was good fun, and the central performances were great particularly Robin McLeavy as Lola. It's great to see a female protagonist in a horror film that's not a victim, hellbent on revenge or simply following the lead of a man but is instead a complete and utter psychopath in her own right (which is where the Misery comaprisons come from). It was perhaps the best straight up horror film of the festival for me and I had Kasey Chambers "Not Pretty Enough" stuck in my head for days afterwards. It's out on DVD in the UK on 4th October and I'd strongly recommend checking it out.
Monday was the last day and I was both sad and relieved, sad it was all coming to an end for another year but relieved because I wasn't sure my body could handle much more caffeine. First up was Jake West's documentary Video Nasties: Moral Panic, Censorship & Videotape it was short, concise and informative although I did have the feeling that I'd seen it all before somewhere else before, particularly in Fear, Panic & Censorship which was on Channel 4 a while back. It was certainly entertaining, even if I didn't learn anything that I didn't already know. Next was The Dead and I don't know if maybe I'm just bored of zombies at the moment but this didn't do much for me, it certainly looked amazing and it made the most of the African setting but overall I found it to be dull, saccharine and the acting wasn't particularly good either. Korean revenge film Bedevilled was next, and knowing precisely nothing about the film going in I was actually pleasantly surprised and I liked it a lot. At it's core it is a similar narrative to I Spit on Your Grave, abused woman snaps and wreaks revenge, but it's really far better in almost every way. First time director Jang Cheol-so is one to keep an eye on. Finally the film I'd been most looking forward to, Red, White & Blue from British director Simon Rumley. Set in Austin, Texas it tells the story of 3 unhappy individuals and how their lives intertwine with ultimately devastating consequences. This really blew me away, it was an absolutely fantastic low key thriller, like if Larry Clark was more competent and less of a dirty old man. Amanda Fuller gives a very brave performance as Erica and Noah Taylor (who I absolutely love) was fantastic as the damaged sociopath Nate. Really the less you know about this the better and I really hope it gets a cinema release because it deserves to be seen. The closing film of the festival was The Last Exorcism a mock documentary about an evangelical preacher and exorcist who continues his trade even after losing faith. I liked this for about the first 30 minutes then it just got silly, and the ending was a complete and utter cop out in my opinion. Also, it really wasn't very scary at all and those hand-held camera movies always make me a little motion sick. A slightly disappointing end to an otherwise interesting weekend. 

I decided to pass on Eggshells on Friday morning, I just wasn't in the mood for something like that, although I may have to check it out on DVD soon. I'd seen The Texas Chain Saw Massacre on the big screen back in 1998 (I was 16 at the time, so I guess they weren't really checking IDs at cinemas much back then...) when it was finally released in the UK uncut. At the time I remembered not being particularly impressed and wondering what all the fuss was about, but seeing it again 12 years later I completely disagree with my 16 year old self and I think it has hardly aged a day. The cinematography and sound particularly stand out and the opening sequence still gives me the creeps. The Q&A with Tobe Hooper was also interesting despite the fact that he didn't much seem like he wanted to be there. Next up was Isle of Dogs which I really, really wanted so badly to like, but, I just couldn't. It was dreadful. It's so rare you see a female director at FrightFest and it was a real shame her film was one of the biggest stinkers this year. It had the production values of a dodgy ITV drama with poor continuity, stilted dialogue and a relentless noisy score. A real shame. I was supposed to see F at Bloodlines in Leicester all the way back in March but had passed it up due to not having been impressed with Johannes Roberts previous efforts, however I decided to give it a go this time and boy was I surprised. It's an extremely competent thriller with some great acting, particularly from David Schofield in a rare leading role. "Hoodie Horror" seems to have become a uniquely British addition to the horror canon since Eden Lake a few years ago and F has got to be the best example of this subgenre to date. I'm not sure if I was just relieved to finally see a film I liked (that wasn't something I'd seen before) but this really stood out for me as being one of the best films shown this year, definitely one too look out for. Red Hill was also far better than I was expecting it to be, a not entirely original but entertaining Aussie neo-western about a big city police officer relocating to a small town and having to deal with an escaped murderer hell bent on revenge... I had kind of figured out what was going on halfway through but I still enjoyed this. There should be more movies were Aborigines kill stupid white Australians. I missed Alien vs. Ninja, it's not just my thing and I probably would have fallen asleep anyway.
Saturday started out fairly abysmally for me, I didn't like Cherry Tree Lane at all, it was extremely derivative and played up to every white middle-class Daily Mail reader's worst nightmare. Right down to the two central black characters, one who could barely read and the other a rapist with a crack addict mother. I loved London to Brighton but I'm starting to wonder if perhaps Paul Andrew Williams is a bit of a one hit wonder after The Cottage and now this. Things got even worst with The Tortured, which was torture in itself to watch, a truly awful film which seemed like one giant montage sequence that had some of the most god awful dialogue and acting I've ever seen. The "twist" at the end was also absolutely fucking ridiculous. There were plot holes as big as entire continents in this film... one to avoid at all costs. I'd heard bad things about 13hrs and I just didn't think I could sit through another awful film, so I passed on that to have an extended lunch before the I Spit On Your Grave remake. I had a real dilemma with this film. I don't have the time or energy to do a full write up at the moment, as I have a lot to say, but I do plan on doing a blog specifically about this film (and the original) at a later date, so keep an eye out. There were certainly some creative death scenes but overall I think the content of this film in this context was poor taste, do we really need an anal rape scene in a film clearly aimed and marketed towards the popcorn munching Saw/Platinum Dunes audience? I'm not so sure. I also thought the portrayal of the "retard" was fairly offensive, not to mention it also portrays every male character as a sadistic, remorseless rapist. Nice. So after a day of mediocre and downright awful films, boy was I glad for Monsters. What an achievement... hats off to the director who reportedly made it for around £15,000 and did all the special effects on his laptop. Without spoiling too much, it's a little bit like Lost in Translation meets some giant alien octopuses. The acting was great, and I think given that the script was largely improvised the director made a wise choice in hiring a real life couple to play the two leads. Shooting on location with local people in the smaller roles really helps give this film a sense of genuine realness and believability even though it's a story concerning giant aliens that have taken over most of Mexico. Don't get me wrong, it's not flawless, but when you consider the budget, shooting locations and time constraints it's an extremely impressive debut film from Gareth Edwards, who is undoubtedly one to watch out for in the future. I missed Dream Home in favour of consuming far too much alcohol, but judging from some reactions I'm regretting doing so. I'll definitly be giving it a watch when it comes out on DVD.



"This one who's blind. She's the one that can see."
As I was working on what I was going to write about Don't Look Now it got me thinking about Nic Roeg which led me to The Man Who Fell to Earth... I remember an evening on BBC 2 late '94 when I would have been 12 years old called Weird Night where they showed a series of unusual TV programmes and movies. It's mentioned here on the BFI website, but I swear on my life that The Man Who Fell to Earth was also shown (can anyone confirm this?). Needless to say it really had a profound effect on me, it was one of those instances that properly changed my understanding and appreciation of film and probably life in general. My mum said to me I should stay up and watch it as I was a huge fan of Bowie and she said I'd probably like Martin a lot too, so that's exactly what I did. Seeing Romero's Martin, David Lynch's short The Grandmother and The Man Who Fell to Earth is a lot of cult weirdness right there to absorb at the grand old age of 12. I remember sitting on the sofa struggling to stay awake at 2am but so utterly enthralled that I couldn't stop watching. 
Since it first screened at Sundance earlier this year there has been a lot of controversy surrounding Michael Winterbottom's film adaptation of Jim Thompson's 1952 pulp fiction novel The Killer Inside Me due to it's graphic depiction of violence against women. It is also central to a lot of what has been written and discussed about the film, something which I think is overshadowing the fact that it's a very competent and well acted neo-noir from a director who effortlessly flits from genre to genre (was I the only person who liked Code 46?), churning out at least one film a year and yet remaining shockingly underrated.

