Review of Barrio Tales

Barrio Tales

In Barrio Tales, two well-off American college students (perhaps recent college grads) head into the Mexican border town of Barrio one night to buy cheap drugs from a man named Pedro, whom they have never met.  While they wait in the desert,  a really creepy man comes up to their car and tells them he can take them to Pedro.    They head to a shack where they sit around a campfire and the stranger tells them three horrific stories of Mexicans in the U.S. while the students impatiently wait.   The stories are entitled “Maria”, “Uncle Tio’s Taco Truck”, and “El Monstruo” (The Monster).  The stories, while they can keep your attention, are not great horror.  Perhaps the best way to sum up the movie is as an above-average, low-intensity slasher flick.

“Maria” is the story of the vengeance wreaked by the grandmother of a beautiful young woman who comes to work in the US as a maid at a billionaire’s home.  While the billionaire and his wife are vacationing in the Turks and Caicos, their son comes home from his college graduation to find the new maid and the $15,000 his parents have left him for the summer.  He immediately calls three friends over, including one who is hiding his Mexican heritage from the others (this enables him to be the only one who can communicate decently with Maria). Another, the lead jerk, is hot for the maid and tries to seduce her with marijuana, which she refuses. Later that evening, the friends have some girls over for a pool party involving cocaine and other drugs.  When Maria cannot sleep and comes to the party in her house robe (I assume she is going to ask them to keep the noise down, though she never gets the chance to say why she came down),  the lead jerk tries to coerce her into taking off her clothes.  When she doesn’t comply, he playfully tosses her into the pool.  Unfortunately, she strikes her head on the side of the pool and dies.   The group panics and buries her body.  However, the girl had an apparently intensely mystical connection with her grandmother, who casts a spell that causes each boy to die an excruciatingly gruesome death.

Uncle Tio is a popular man with the teenagers and working people of his southern California neighborhood.  He runs a taco truck and serves delicious tacos, sometimes giving them away.  What makes his tacos so delicious is his secret ingredient:  neighborhood teenagers.  Can you see where this one is going already?

El Monstruo is a local legendary monster that kills illegal immigrants crossing the border.   In the reality of this story, El Monstruo turns out to be a particularly monstrous man and his family of serial killers, who lure groups of Mexicans crossing the border to their ranch, where they dispatch them with a variety of cruel means.  Unfortunately for the family, one of the latest group of victims escapes, who, unknown to the family, is the group’s “coyote” (the trafficker who leads the group across the border).  The coyote fetches his brother and a friend to exact vengeance on El Monstruo and his twisted offspring.

There is not a lot of suspense here.  This movie probably won’t keep you on the edge of your seat, but it is kind of entertaining.  The most interesting facet of the movie is that the cinematography is well done for something this low budget.  Although the movie was produced in 2012,  it has a gritty feel you find in early 70’s pulp horror,.  The characters are well-drawn and the college students are more three-dimensional and realistic than what you find in most slasher films where the actors are simply two-dimensional targets that speak empty-headed lines when they are not screaming in terror.  The acting was above-average and actually showed some degree of depth.

My main complaint about the film is just that the basic premise was just not imaginative.   The film probably would have been a lot better if the screenwriter, director, and producer had gotten together and done something to fire up their imaginations — like using some of the drugs they talk about in the movie.  The feeling I get from this movie is that the director and producer took care of the details, but somehow they missed maintaining a good line of suspense and let the film become all too predictable .

The director and producer also let at least two details slip.  Maria’s grandmother casts a spell to kill Maria’s murderers, yet earlier she insists to one that her grandmother is not a witch.   Meanwhile, the law apparently never gets wind of the accident and no one, even the parents, ever finds out in spite of the fact that there were several students at the party in addition to the four main malefactors.  Maybe I am being overly picayunish, but it just would have been a bit tighter story line if the director could have at least had someone mention that somebody’s parents had paid off a judge or tied up the case in court or something to cover that gap.  This is all I noticed.  It wouldn’t surprise me if there were several more.

Did you think I forgot about the two guys waiting in the desert for Pedro?  You can probably guess the outcome of their story.

The best time to see this film is late night on Netflix while having a few beers or during an attack of insomnia.   Were this still in theatres, I would say that it is worth the price of a matinee, but I wouldn’t spend any more than that.  Do go see it dollar movie night though,  especially if you have had a few drinks and need to sober up, just to see it on the big screen if for no other reason.

Thoughts?  Comments?

 

Movie Review: “The ABC’s of Death”

 

I watched “The ABC’s of Death” about a couple of weeks ago on Netflix.   This is a bizarre, mind-blowing film that is not for the squeamish and definitely not for children.  Though I had to turn my face a couple of times when the gore and violence becaume more than I could stomach, I found it a fun, fascinating film to watch late on a Saturday night particularly as Halloween approaches.

The link above to the Internet Movie Database (IMDb)will give you the vital details, including the following excellent synopsis:

The ABC’s OF DEATH is an ambitious anthology film featuring segments directed by over two dozen of the world’s leading talents in contemporary genre film. Inspired by children’s educational ABC books, the motion picture is comprised of 26 individual chapters, each helmed by a different director assigned a letter of the alphabet. The directors were then given free reign in choosing a word to create a story involving death. Provocative, shocking, funny and ultimately confrontational; THE ABC’s OF DEATH is the definitive snapshot of the diversity of modern horror. Drafthouse Films, Magnet Pictures and Timpson Films are proud to present this alphabetical arsenal of destruction orchestrated by what Fangoria calls “a stunning roll call of some of the most exciting names in horror across the world.”                Written byAnonymous

No matter what your favorite horror subgenre, I would wager there is something in this film for you:  from suspense to gore to horror with an outlandish fantasy twist to shock to nudity to humor to…whatever.

One of the most entertaining aspects to me was to see how a director, once given a letter, used his/her creativity to develop a story based around that letter.  On the surface, this is easy when one is dealing with a common letter like “M” (murder of course springs to mind immediately or mayhem) or “H” (for hell, horror, etc.), but what do you do with “Q” (“Q is for Quack” was my favorite) or “Z” ?   Just watching creative genius at work was a blast for me.

Though I watched it on Netflix, if it was out at theatres, I would say pay full price on a Saturday night to see this.  It is a great date movie–so long as your date has a taste for the bizarre.

Notes on the movie “Cabin in the Woods”

I watched “Cabin in the Woods” last night for the first time and found it to be a terrific movie.  If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it.

The acting is good as is the cinematography, and the action is almost non-stop with wonderfully executed surprises and a reasonable amount of gore that isn’t overdone (as in the recent “Evil Dead” remake).

But what truly fascinated me is the way the director and screenwriter (whose names I unfortunately don’t recall) masterfully intertwined at least three of the most popular horror themes into an incredibly imaginative plot.

The first  is that of five teenagers undergoing a variety of horrors and torments at a secluded cabin in the woods much as in the aforementioned “Evil Dead”.  By the way, the cabin in “Cabin in the Woods” looks a lot like the cabin in the original “Evil Dead” so I have to wonder if they used the same set or simply copied it as a sort of cinematic nod to the horror subgenre of teens in an isolated cabin.

The second theme I think is more commonly seen in science fiction than horror, but it occurs there too:  a covert society of “puppeteers” watches and controls society.  In this case, they are controlling what happens to the teenagers in the cabin for the purpose of sacrificing them to an oligarchy of ancient, evil gods who live below ground.

The oligarchy of ancient, evil gods is the third theme and its best-known incarnation in the horror genre is as the Cthulhu mythos of H.P. Lovecraft, though there have been others, most often derived from Lovecraft’s works, though a few pre-date H.P.

By all means, take the time to view “Cabin in the Woods” for the sheer delight of watching it, if for nothing else.  But if you have a serious interest in the horror genre, be prepared to be swept up in some fascinating analysis.   A lot goes on in this film and anyone well-read in horror will probably be able to spot tons of subtleties that escaped my novice’s eye.

Thoughts?  Comments?

What music inspires you to horror?

Poster from Johannascheezburger.com via Halloween Mike's Horror Everyday on Facebook.
Poster from Johannascheezburger.com via Halloween Mike’s Horror Everyday on Facebook.

For the first time in a long time, I was listening to CDs on the car stereo as I drove back from Farmington (New Mexico) on the 14th, when I started feeling once again the latent but powerful emotions I associate with certain songs.  The songs in question were Puddle of Mudd’s “Spaceship” from Songs in the Key of Love and Hate and “Would?” from Alice in Chains’s Dirt.  When I was not that much younger than I am now, I used to listen to a broad range of music (from classical to hard rock to New Age and more) almost constantly.  Therefore it will not be surprising if I state that others that stir me range from ACDC’s “Back in Black” and Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” to  Mussorgsky’s “Night on Bald Mountain” and Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, and, for a complete change of pace, to Enya’s “Orinoco Flow” and Michael Gettel’s San Juan Suite, both of which seem to stir not a tumult of emotions, but instead have the opposite effect and cause me to almost drift away on a sea of tranquility.

As I am sure is the case with most people, I find all my favorite songs enjoyable, but there were, and still are, some that stir me deeply and can even now resurrect feelings of intense excitement and passion as if I were reliving my “Glory Days” (which, by the way, is an excellent Springsteen tune that really hits home these days).

Out of those that stir my emotions the most, are a select group that have a certain je ne sais quois, a combination of primal rhythm, deep-toned vocalization, and soul-stirring guitar riffs,  that do not stimulate the intellect as much as they instigate remote, subconscious parts of the mind to coalesce into a riot of images shaping themselves into the essential kernel of some grim tale that I know I can nurture, expand, and carefully, painstakingly mold into a narrative that would enthrall Dante or Milton–had I the time or unswerving diligence to concentrate on its writing.

“Enter Sandman” by Metallica is an excellent example of this.  Even though the song is about the destruction of a family (according to Wikipedia), something about it compels me to write an intricate novel of espionage, assassination, betrayal, deception, and the inner horrors of the human psyche that paces back and forth in the recesses of my mind like a tiger in a cage, watching for an opportunity to spring forth into the light of day upon an unsuspecting yet willing audience.   I have probably  20,000-30,000 or more words in the current draft of this story and I will probably trash most of these the next time I sit down to tackle this task.    One day I will have to dedicate myself to finishing the story, because this is the only way I know I will be able to rid myself of the tiger’s pacing and of his relentless stare that bores into the back of my neocortex.  As my life stands now, between chores at home and working 50-60 hours per week at my day job, I can find little time during an average week to work on the various short stories, novelettes, and novellas I have started over the past year.

Sad to say, I have two or three good novels that have been waiting over a decade or more for their genesis.  Probably with each of them I associate some tune from my more turbulent past, if not with the entire work, then with at least some scene that plays over and over in my head like a teaser clip from a movie trailer.

For me, this is one of the delicious agonies of being a writer.  I have so many fascinating concepts whirling through my head that I just know instinctively can be great works and that I enjoy revisiting whenever I have a few seconds to daydream but the lack of time in my daily life stymies their creation.

My question to you tonight, is are there musical works that inspire you to create works of horror and terror?

Shades of Countess Bathory

Elizabeth, Countess Bathory
Elizabeth, Countess Bathory

I confess.  I don’t know how to begin tonight’s article.  It is just so weird that it boggles the mind.

If you are a fan of horror, you may know of Elizabeth, Countess Bathory, the infamous “Blood Countess” and the subject of many books and at least 2-3 movies.   I happen to have a modicum of knowledge about the Countess, because some time back I researched her for a short story for which I am now trying to find a publisher.  The Countess is alleged to have killed perhaps as many as 600 young women in what is now the Czech Republic from about 1604-1610 just to bathe in their blood in order to preserve her beauty.  If you are not familiar with her, just Google “Elizabeth Bathory”.  There are a lot of good articles on her and the one in Wikipedia is a good synopsis of her life.

Fast forward to 2012.

I am sitting at my desk, surfing the net while talking to my mom on the phone, and I come across an article on Yahoo News about Kim Kardashian having a blood facial!

Let me be the first to note that the major difference between the Countess’s and Kim’s blood treatments is that Kim uses her own blood (let me repeat that for the benefit of any unscrupulous lawyers looking for a case:  the Yahoo article states that Kim Kardashian uses her own blood) and not the blood of innocents like the Countess is alleged to have done.

What more can I say?  I could probably write an extensive article just on whether bathing in blood has any actual value as a beauty treatment or whether the charges of bathing in blood put forth by her accusers and detractors have any merit or if it was just a form of black magic practiced by the Countess, but, as fascinating a subject as it is, I unfortunately don’t have the time to pursue it.  Please feel free to conduct your own research though.  I found out some fascinating things during my own and put as many as I could into the aforementioned story.   If and when it is published, I will announce it in this blog.

By the way, one thing I found out about the Countess is that while many people believe the worst about her, there are many who believe that she was innocent. Their opinion tends to be that the vicious stories about her were simply inventions of her enemies to justify their seizing of her land or they were written by gullible historians believing local legends a hundred or more years after her death.  Usually I find the truth of any issue is somewhere between the two extremes of viewpoints.

If you would like an alternate view on the Countess, I would like to recommend a movie entitled “Bathory”, which stars Anna Friel and Karel Roden.  I believe it is a Czech production.  It gives a good, plausible alternative to the legends about the Countess, and in my humble opinion, is probably much closer to the truth than the usual blood-soaked splatterfests you may find.

German Horror (Deutsche Horrorfilme und Horrorliteratur)

I was checking my blog stats today and found out that two recent views came from Germany.    I was a German major in college and therefore I begin to be curious about what is happening today in the horror genre for both German movies and literature, since I unfortunately know little about either.

I did a quick search on Google for “German horror” and found this interesting article on IMDb.  I did another search for “German horror fiction” and “German horror literature” and found almost nothing of interest.  I searched for “German horror writers” and found the German Horror Writers Circle on Facebook, which I might use as a starting point for further investigations.   Later, I may search in German, but today I confined my inquiries to what is available in English due to a lack of time inflicted by other pressing matters.

I have to admit I have read very little modern German literature compared to German lit of the 19th century, that I am woefully unfamiliar with most modern German writers, and  that I am completely unfamiliar with modern German horror writers.  I know that in the distant past, Germany and other German-speaking lands have produced excellent writers of horror such as E.T.A. Hoffmann (see my post about Hoffmann) and Jeremias Gotthelf (“The Black Spider”, 1842).    Given the dearth of information readily available on modern German horror (at least on Google), I think the IMDb article mentioned above may have a point that because of German history since 1933, Germany may have (understandably) lost its taste for horror.   I find that unfortunate, because now that my curiosity about German horror has been aroused, I would love to read some first-rate German horror or at least see one or two first-rate German horror films from the last decade or two.

Therefore, my question for you in this blog is:  if you are familiar with German horror, what films or books do you recommend as introductions to the world of German horror?

George Romero on Horror

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George Romero

Photo by Nicolas Genin

I found the following interesting quote at TheCabinet.com: 

“I’ve always felt that the real horror is next door to us, that the scariest monsters are our neighbors.”  –George Romero

I don’t think the scariest monsters are our neighbors, but what is scary is that our neighbors might be monsters.

What do you think?

 

Really, what is horror?

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H.P. Lovecraft by Mirror Cradle

I like the illustration above, not only because it shows Lovecraft in the throes of creation, but also because it can be a metaphor for anyone in the deepest and darkest of contemplations or beset with a multitude of woes.  For now, though, I will say that it represents Lovecraft contemplating today’s question which is:  forget everything you have ever read about horror, what is horror to you?

Stephen King made this comment (I found it on goodreads.com):

“The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it’s when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it’s when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there’s nothing there…”

To me, these seem to be the superficialities of terror and horror.   If we use disease as a metaphor for horror, then these are its symptoms.   The virus lying at the root of horror is man’s inhumanity to man.   Seeing a severed head tumbling down stairs is indeed horrible;  seeing the murderer sever the head would be even worse, but being able to look into the soul of the murderer and see that the motive for the act stems from the murderer’s complete indifference to the suffering of others would be even worse.   Perhaps even worse than that would be seeing that that indifference to others is not uncommon.

Many have speculated on what fascinates people about horror.   Why would anyone enjoy being frightened?   An article I read last night (I think from Wikipedia) says essentially (I am summarizing in my own words) that it is because the security our civilization our modern society affords us has eliminated the need for the primal fear that developed as a survival mechanism during the early days of evolution.    That may be true to some degree, but if society eliminated some fears, it instilled others.    How many have seen the movie “Candyman”?   How many have seen “I am Legend?” or “The Omega Man” (both derive from the novel “I am Legend” by Richard Matheson), which is only one example of post-apocalyptic literature that would have been inconceivable in primeval times.

Instead of some overreaching drive extending throughout mankind, it may be that the need simply stems from the fact that the adrenaline rush, the focus on the moment, the muscle tension, and all the other physical sensations experienced during fright are the same or very similar to those experienced during sex, but without the sexual arousal itself.   These are also similar to the sensations experienced during peaks of athletic activity.    I was in the martial arts for many years and I can testify that the adrenaline rush experienced during sparring matches or when one is performing at peak ability can be addicting.   Being frightened puts one on a similar level of physical and mental awareness, because it is an instinctual preparation to fight as if one is actually being threatened.  The great thing about horror though is that while one enjoys all the physical highs of one’s body revving up for action, there is no actual threat.  Everyone is safe.   Candyman is not actually going to come out of the screen and track you down (though your subsequent nightmares may tell you otherwise).

So, please put yourself in Mr. Lovecraft’s place in the illustration above and ask yourself, what is horror?