MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #41 Dead and Buried 1981

DEAD AND BURIED 1981

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Dead and Buried (1981), directed by Gary Sherman (British horror film Death Line 1972, gritty crime thriller Vice Squad 1982), is one of those underrated horror gems that’s equal parts creepy and captivating. Released in the early ’80s, the film blends small-town mystery with gruesome horror, creating a very unsettling experience as you get deeper into the story. With a screenplay by Dan O’Bannon (who directed cult classic horror-comedy The Return of the Living Dead 1985) and Ronald Shusett—the same team behind Alien 1979 —you can expect something dark, twisted, and unforgettable.

The story takes place in the foggy coastal town of Potter’s Bluff, where Sheriff Dan Gillis (James Farentino) investigates a string of bizarre and brutal murders. Tourists and visitors are savagely killed by the townsfolk, only for their corpses to mysteriously reanimate.

The sinister twist: the victims don’t stay dead. Instead, they somehow start walking around as if nothing happened. As Gillis digs deeper into the mystery, he discovers horrifying truths that the town’s mortician, Dobbs (Jack Albertson), isn’t just preparing bodies for burial—this creepy old embalmer has developed a technique for working his magic on the dead and bringing them back to life as part of his macabre “art” like the Greek myth of Pygmalion, recounted in Ovid’s Metamorphoses.

Dobbs sees himself as an artist using corpses as his canvas, blurring the line between creation and destruction in fascinating and horrifying ways. And the role works so well because Jack Albertson comes off like a harmless old-timer—until you realize he’s turning the town into his own creepy art project. The film also plays with ideas of control over life, death, mastery of existence, finality, and human order.

Things get even more disturbing when Gillis realizes his own wife Janet (Melody Anderson) is one of Dobbs’s creations—and so is he. The shocking final twist leaves you questioning everything you thought you knew about life and death.

Jack Albertson stands out as Dobbs, bringing an unsettling charm to his role as the eccentric mortician obsessed with his mastery of the dead. Albertson steals the show, delivering a performance that leaves you never quite sure whether to admire him or fear him.

James Farentino plays Sheriff Gillis with determination, vulnerability, and disbelief as he unravels the town’s horrifying dark secrets, and Melody Anderson keeps you guessing as the increasingly bizarre wife Janet. Horror fans will also appreciate seeing Robert Englund in an early role before he became iconic as Freddy Krueger.

Gary Sherman’s direction is slick – creating an all-consuming atmosphere of dread. Steve Poster’s cinematography perfectly captures Potter’s Bluff as a mist-enshrouded, desolate place while emphasizing its sinister undercurrents. Close-ups and shadowy lighting enhance the sense of unease, making even mundane moments feel ominous.

Even during quiet moments, there’s an unshakable feeling that something isn’t right. And when it comes to gore, Dead and Buried doesn’t hold back. The film opens with a photographer being lured into a trap by locals who beat him and set him on fire—a brutal introduction to Potter’s Bluff. Later, he is killed in his hospital bed when a nurse plunges a needle into his eye—a moment both shocking and unforgettable. I have a thing about eyes! There’s also a sequence with acid melting someone’s face, a woman’s head crushed off-screen, and the discovery of decomposing hands—all contribute to the film’s reputation for graphic horror. They are all gruesome moments that are shocking yet serve the story rather than feel gratuitous. The more people suffer their fates, the more beautiful the art, I suppose.

Though overlooked upon its initial release, Dead and Buried has since gained recognition as a cult classic for its unique blend of slow-burn narrative paired with shocking set pieces, grueling suspense, and graphic horror. This is a perfect exercise in classic horror if you’re into atmospheric films that mess with your head and don’t shy away from unsettling visuals.

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MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #40 Daughters of Darkness 1971

DAUGHTERS OF DARKNESS 1971

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Daughters of Darkness has long captivated me because of its lush visuals, the provocative mood that it sets, and the haunting performances by the entire cast. It’s one of those cinematic gems I eagerly anticipate exploring in greater depth on The Last Drive In. The film’s layered narrative, gothic elegance, and subversive take on the vampire mythos make it a perfect candidate for a deep dive into its artistry, historical context, and enduring influence.

Celebrated for its aesthetic beauty and transgressive themes, Belgian filmmaker Harry Kümel’s Daughters of Darkness is a hauntingly surreal, stylish, and deeply atmospheric exploration of the sensually charged vampire subgenre. The film weaves gothic horror with psychological drama, creating a story that is both timeless and deeply rooted in the early high-art horror of the 1970s.

Reimagined through the lens of 1970s decadence and gender & queer politics, this Belgian erotic horror film, released in 1971, has earned its place as a cult classic. It stars Delphine Seyrig, whose standout role has to be in 1975’s Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles, where she gave an unforgettable performance as a widowed housewife in this iconic, slow-burn masterpiece by Chantal Akermanas. In Daughters of Darkness, she brings the enigmatic Countess Elizabeth Báthory to the indulgent afterlife. John Karlen (known for his portrayal of the tragic bedraggled Willie Loomis in Dark Shadows, the pivotal character who unwittingly unleashes vampire Barnabas Collins) as Stefan Chilton, Danielle Ouimet as Valerie Chilton, and Andrea Rau as Ilona.

The story begins with newlyweds Stefan and Valerie Chilton as they arrive at a nearly deserted seaside hotel in Ostend, Belgium, during their honeymoon. Their relationship is already fraught with tension—the brooding Stefan is controlling and sadistic, while Valerie is naïve and eager to please him. The couple’s honeymoon takes a sinister turn when they encounter the glamorous and ageless Countess Elizabeth Báthory and her mysterious companion, Ilona. The hotel concierge recognizes the Countess from decades earlier, remarking that she hasn’t aged a day.

The Countess quickly becomes fixated on Valerie, while Stefan finds himself equally captivated by Elizabeth’s dark allure. As the days unfold, she reveals herself to be the notorious Hungarian noblewoman Elizabeth Báthory.

Elizabeth Báthory draws on the legend of the real-life Hungarian countess who lived in the late 16th century. Accused of torturing and murdering hundreds of young women to bathe in their blood for eternal youth, Báthory became one of history’s most infamous figures.  In Daughters of Darkness, Kümel reimagines Báthory as an immortal vampire who uses seduction rather than brute force to achieve her goals. This story has inspired countless vampire myths.

In this retelling, Báthory is a seductive predator who exerts psychological and sexual control over those around her. She becomes fascinated by Valerie and begins to manipulate her fragile relationship with Stefan. Meanwhile, Stefan’s violent tendencies loom larger—culminating in a shocking scene where he beats and rapes Valerie—while Ilona’s increasing jealousy over the Countess’s obvious interest in Valerie leads to her tragic death in a bathtub filled with blood.

The film reaches its climax when Stefan attempts to reassert control over Valerie, only to meet his end at the hands of the two women. His wrists are slashed during a violent altercation, and Elizabeth and Valerie drink his blood in a chilling moment of vampiric communion. In the final scene, Elizabeth and Valerie flee into the dawn, only for their car to crash. Elizabeth is impaled on a tree branch, but in a sinister twist, Valerie seems to inherit her persona. In the epilogue, Valerie approaches new prey at a tennis court, speaking with Elizabeth’s voice—a chilling twist and a haunting suggestion that the cycle of vampirism continues, much like how Susan Sarandon moves on after Catherine Deneuve’s final end in Tony Scott’s The Hunger 1983.

Eduard van der Enden’s cinematography is a visual feast; the use of saturated colors and striking compositions to create an otherworldly atmosphere – particularly deep reds – heightens the story’s sensuality and menace. The use of the color red fades between scenes, adding a surreal touch and definitely lending to the film’s dreamlike quality. Scenes often fade to red rather than black, emphasizing blood as both a visual motif and a symbol of power.

The seaside hotel serves as a perfect setting: its grand yet desolate architecture seems to mirror the characters’ isolation and moral decay. Kümel also draws inspiration from classic Hollywood glamour—Delphine Seyrig’s portrayal of the Countess Elizabeth Báthory evokes Marlene Dietrich with her sophisticated costumes and hypnotic presence while Andrea Rau’s Ilona evokes Louise Brooks.

François de Roubaix’s score further enhances the film’s dreamlike quality. Combining electronic elements with jazz influences, the music underscores key moments with haunting precision. Its synth-heavy sound feels ahead of its time, lending an eerie modernity to the gothic vibe of the film.

Several moments stand out for their visual beauty and lasting narrative impact. The Seduction of Valerie: The Countess slowly draws Valerie into her orbit with hypnotic charm, creating an atmosphere of sexual tension and excruciatingly taut psychological manipulation. Ilona’s Death: In one of the film’s striking moments, Ilona accidentally slashes herself with a razor during an altercation with Stefan—a moment that combines eroticism with violence as her lifeless body lies in a bathtub filled with blood. Stefan’s Death: The climactic scene where Stefan bleeds out while Elizabeth and Valerie drink his blood is both horrifying and cathartic—a turning point that solidifies Valerie’s transformation.

The film ends with a dramatic sequence on the dunes of Ostend, where the Countess meets her demise in a car crash. Elizabeth’s life is strikingly symbolic; impaled on a tree branch in sunlight, she meets an end befitting her vampiric nature.

Though initially polarizing due to its slow pace and unconventional approach, Daughters of Darkness has since been recognized as a masterpiece of erotic horror. At its core, Daughters of Darkness explores themes of power, sexuality, and identity. The film subverts traditional gender roles, queer identity, and psychological manipulation by presenting Báthory as both predator and seductress—an embodiment of female power that challenges patriarchal norms, and it feels remarkably modern, even decades later.

Delphine Seyrig’s magnetic performance as Countess Báthory remains iconic—a perfect blend of elegance and menace—and Kümel’s direction ensures that every frame drips with style.

In blending gothic horror with eroticism and psychological depth, Daughters of Darkness transcends its genre roots to become something truly unique: a meditation on power, desire, and immortality cloaked in blood-red elegance, sumptuous visuals, and haunting music. It stands not just as a great vampire film but as one of cinema’s most provocative explorations of human nature. Kümel’s direction combines surrealism with gothic sensibilities to craft a film that feels timeless yet deeply rooted in 1970s decadence. Hold a gun to my head, and this would make my top ten list!

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MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #39 Curse of the Demon 1957

If you truly held a gun to my head and forced me to give you my top ten classic horror films of all time, Curse of the Demon would be on that list!

Directed by Jacques Tourneur, Curse of the Demon (released in the UK as Night of the Demon) is a standout classic British horror film from the 1950s adapted from M.R. James’s short story Casting the Runes is a standout horror film from the 1950s.

This atmospheric and chilling tale of skepticism, supernatural forces, and psychological tension stars Dana Andrews as Dr. John Holden, Peggy Cummins as Joanna Harrington (Professor Harrington’s Daughter), Maurice Denham as Professor Harrington, and Niall MacGinnis as the sinister Dr. Julian Karswell. The cinematography, handled by Edward “Ted” Scaife, beautifully captures the eerie mood of the story, blending suspenseful shadows and light to create a striking visual landscape of dread and paranoia.

The story begins with the mysterious death of Professor Harrington, who had been investigating the enigmatic Julian Karswell (Niall MacGinnis) and his mysterious cult of followers.

The plot follows Dr. Holden (Dana Andrews), a skeptical American psychologist who travels to England to investigate a satanic hellbound cult led by Karswell. After the mysterious death of Professor Harrington—who sought to expose Karswell—Holden becomes entangled in a supernatural curse. Karswell secretly passes Holden a parchment inscribed with runes that mark him for death within three days unless it can be returned to sender! As Holden dismisses the supernatural as superstition, strange and terrifying events begin to shake his skepticism.

The opening scene, in which Professor Harrington is pursued and killed by a towering, smoke-shrouded demon, is a hauntingly atmospheric sequence that sets a chilling tone for the entire film. It begins with Professor Harrington, visibly shaken, rushing home after a desperate plea to Julian Karswell to lift the curse placed upon him. As night falls, Harrington’s car pulls into his driveway, and the quiet English countryside becomes a stage for terror.

The first sign of something unnatural is a strange, high-pitched squeaking sound—an eerie, otherworldly noise that seems to emanate from the trees. Suddenly, a glowing cloud of smoke materializes in the distance. It billows and churns unnaturally, illuminated by an unearthly light, throwing sparks as it moves closer through the woods. The sound grows louder and more chaotic, resembling a cacophony of screeching metal or broken wheels grinding against stone—a dissonant soundtrack to impending doom.

Out of this swirling inferno emerges the demon itself, a towering, grotesque (or not so grotesque if you think like me) figure with smoking limbs and glowing eyes that pierce through the darkness. Its massive claws and jagged features are both monstrous and mesmerizing, a vision of primal terror brought to life. The beast’s movements are slow but deliberate, each step accompanied by earth-shaking thuds that reverberate through the forest, leaving trails of billowy, hellish smoke. Its fiery presence casts flickering shadows across the trees, creating a nightmarish interplay of light and dark.

Harrington’s panic is palpable as he stumbles toward his car in a futile attempt to escape. The demon pursues him relentlessly, its immense size making it seem inescapable. The tension crescendos as Harrington’s car swerves wildly down the road before crashing into power lines. In his final moments, tangled in sparking cables, Harrington looks up to see the demon looming over him. Its immense form fills the frame as it reaches down with terrifying inevitability. Its giant mitts smashed his pathetic frame underneath its massive weight.

Jacques Tourneur’s direction combines foreboding sound design with striking visuals to create an unforgettable introduction to the film’s supernatural odyssey. The demon’s appearance—controversial for its explicitness—remains one of the most iconic moments in horror cinema, vividly capturing the terror of being hunted by an unstoppable force from beyond.

One of the most evocative and exhilarating scenes takes place during the Halloween party. The children’s gala in Curse of the Demon is a masterful blend of unsettling charm and creeping menace. Set at Julian Karswell’s sprawling country estate, the scene initially feels disarmingly cheerful. Karswell, dressed as a clown complete with macabre makeup, performs magic tricks for local children, conjuring puppies and handing out candy. His doting mother makes ice cream, adding to the idyllic atmosphere. Yet, beneath this facade of joviality, there’s an undeniable tension that hints at Karswell’s darker nature.

The party takes a sinister turn when Karswell decides to demonstrate his supernatural powers to the skeptical Dr. Holden. With a smug smile, he summons up a wind demon, a sudden whirlwind—a feat he describes as “a medieval witch’s specialty.” The storm disrupts the festivities, sending chairs flying and children screaming as they scramble for safety indoors. This moment is chilling not only for its display of Karswell’s command over dark forces but also for the casual ease with which he wields them. His glib remark to Holden—“We don’t have cyclones in England”—adds an eerie humor to the scene.

The juxtaposition of Karswell’s clownish appearance and his dangerous abilities creates an unsettling contrast. While he appears genial and harmless on the surface, his cold seriousness emerges in moments like his comment about Snakes and Ladders: “I’m not [a good loser], you know. Not a bit of it.” This subtle menace underscores his true nature—a man who is both playful and terrifyingly ruthless.

Shot in broad daylight, the scene is a testament to Jacques Tourneur’s skill at creating Gothic horror without relying on nighttime settings or shadowy castles. The bright surroundings only heighten the unease, making this sequence one of the film’s most memorable moments. It perfectly encapsulates Karswell’s character: outwardly charming yet deeply threatening, a modern sorcerer playing with forces far beyond his control.

There is also a chilling scene where Dr. John Holden visits Rand Hobart, a man left in a catatonic state after encountering the dark supernatural forces at work. Hobart, played by Brian Wilde, is confined to a mental institution, his mind shattered by fear after being cursed by Julian Karswell. The scene is steeped in tension and dread. Hobart sits motionless, his face pale and his eyes wide with terror, as his face beads up with terror that seeps out of his pores as sweat, as though he is perpetually reliving the horrors he has witnessed.

The room is stark and clinical, but it cannot mask the oppressive atmosphere of fear that surrounds him. Holden, ever the skeptic, approaches Hobart with a mix of curiosity and disbelief, determined to extract some rational explanation for the man’s condition.

When Hobart is placed under hypnosis, the scene takes on an even more unnerving tone. His voice trembles as he begins to recount his experience, describing how he was “chosen” to die after receiving a parchment inscribed with runes—an object identical to the one Holden himself now possesses. Hobart’s fear escalates into hysteria when he sees Holden holding the cursed parchment, believing it is being passed back to him. In a moment of sheer panic, Hobart breaks free and leaps through a window to his death. There’s also a séance where Harrington’s spirit warns Holden with the now-famous line, “It’s in the trees! It’s coming!”

Another standout scene is the climactic train confrontation between Holden and Karswell. Holden cleverly returns to Karswell the cursed parchment, leading to Karswell’s dramatic demise at the hands of the demon he had summoned. The demon rips Karswell to shreds like a rag doll and leaves him in a broken pile on the railroad tracks. The truth is left in the hands of Holden, who comes to terms with the fact that some things are better left unknown.

The film’s production was marked by behind-the-scenes creative disagreements, particularly over whether to show the demon on screen. Tourneur preferred subtle psychological horror, leaving the demon’s existence ambiguous, whether it was real or imagined—something inspired by working with collaborator Val Lewton in the 1940s for RKO. However, producer Hal E. Chester insisted on showing the demon explicitly, which led to tension during the production. The demon appears twice—at the beginning and end—adding a visceral element that polarized critics but ultimately became iconic in horror cinema. I for one, am happy to see the demon realized on screen.

With its unforgettable sense of atmosphere and outstanding performances, particularly by MacGinnis as the diabolical Karsell, Curse of the Demon remains a masterpiece.

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MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #38 Cry of the Banshee 1970

CRY OF THE BANSHEE 1970

 

One of the more chilling horror films of the 1970s, as far as my recollection of sitting in the theater and being riveted to the energy and cruelty on screen (much like Michael Reeve’s film starring Price – Witchfinder General 1968), was Gordon Hessler’s Cry of the Banshee (1970), produced by American International Pictures (AIP).

Gordon Hessler, a prolific German-born director, had a diverse filmography beyond his well-known horror works. Some of his other notable films include The Golden Voyage of Sinbad (1974), A fantasy adventure featuring Ray Harryhausen’s stop-motion effects. The Oblong Box (1969) and the convoluted Scream and Scream Again (1970) are both horror films starring Vincent Price. And Murders in the Rue Morgue (1971): An adaptation of Edgar Allan Poe’s story, starring Jason Robards. There were also Pray for Death (1985) and Rage of Honor (1988): Two action films starring martial artist Sho Kosugi. Hessler also directed numerous television movies and episodes for popular series such as Wonder Woman, CHiPs, and Hawaii Five-O. His work spanned various genres, from horror and fantasy to action and thriller,

Cry of the Banshee stars Vincent Price in a commanding performance as Lord Edward Whitman, a cruel and tyrannical nobleman and magistrate in 16th-century Elizabethan England who ruthlessly persecutes for sport, those he suspects of witchcraft to maintain his authority. His character is a sadist who enjoys luxury, debauchery, and the brutal treatment of women and peasants. Whitman unknowingly incurs a terrible curse upon his family.

The film’s atmosphere is heavy with doom and foreboding, blending elements of occult horror with the ancient lore of a shapeshifting beast summoned by a thirst for vengeance. Set against the backdrop of 16th-century superstition and religious fervor, the movie creates a palpable and heightened sense of dread that permeates every scene.

Price’s portrayal of Lord Whitman is particularly unsettling. From the opening moments when he abuses a young woman publically. Price delivers the chilling first line, “H is for Heretic,” before sentencing her to be branded and whipped through the village streets.

After his second wife’s death, Price coldly asks, “How much are we paying the weepers?” followed by, “See that they weep until dawn,” demonstrating his character’s cruelty and lack of empathy.

Without disappointment, Price embodies the “sinister haughtiness” that made him a horror icon, playing the cruel magistrate with chilling conviction. His character’s bloodlust and abuse of power drive the narrative forward, setting in motion a chain of supernatural retribution to settle the legacy of his extreme brutality.

The story follows Whitman as he leads a violent crusade against a coven of witches led by the mysterious Oona (played by Elisabeth Bergner). After slaughtering many of her peaceful followers in the woods, Oona, seeking vengeance, summons a demonic spirit to destroy Whitman’s family. This entity takes possession of Roderick, a loyal servant, transforming him into a beast with an insatiable appetite for violence.

One of the most chilling aspects of the film is the way it builds tension through the gradual reveal of Oona’s banshee. The presence of the beast is often signaled by distant, eerie wailing—a clever nod to the banshee of the title, though the film doesn’t actually feature the Irish mythological figure. The deaths are gruesome and shocking, with family members being picked off one by one and torn to shreds.

The film’s climax is particularly effective, as Whitman believes he has triumphed over the supernatural threat, only to realize in a final, terrifying moment that his nightmare is far from over. This scene where he realizes the curse is not over Price’s anguished scream as he discovers his children dead in the carriage and the beast now in control, is one of the most memorable and chilling in the entire movie.

While Cry of the Banshee may not reach the heights of some of Price’s collaborations with Roger Corman, it stands as a noteworthy entry in the AIP horror catalog. The film’s blend of historical setting, occult themes, and visceral horror creates a unique and unsettling film.

Gordon Hessler’s direction of Cry of the Banshee (1970) was primarily driven by his ongoing collaboration with American International Pictures (AIP) rather than personal inspiration. After the success of his previous films, The Oblong Box (1969) and Scream and Scream Again (1970), AIP assigned Hessler to direct Cry of the Banshee as part of their continued production of horror films starring Vincent Price.

Hessler approached the project with some reservations. He disliked Tim Kelly’s original script and brought in Christopher Wicking to rewrite it. However, AIP became alarmed at how much the script was changing and limited them to altering only 10% of the original. Hessler and Wicking envisioned the film with the style and tone of Jacobean revenge tragedy but felt they couldn’t openly state this to AIP. They both had ambitions to create a more historically accurate and sympathetic portrayal of witches based on research they conducted in Scotland. However, AIP limited their creative freedom, allowing only minor alterations. Despite his initial vision for the film, Hessler later described Cry of the Banshee as the least interesting of his AIP productions, largely due to the studio’s constraints on his creative input.

Hessler also wanted Bernard Herrmann to compose the score, but AIP couldn’t afford him. AIP ultimately rejected Wilfred Josephs’ original score and commissioned Les Baxter instead, which Hessler found inappropriate for the period setting. Also, neither Hessler nor Wicking were happy with the portrayal of witches: Hessler and Wicking wanted to create a more historically accurate and sympathetic portrayal of witches based on research they conducted in Scotland. They aimed to depict both good and bad witches, showing them as followers of an older religion oppressed by Christians. AIP rejected this approach. AIP made several cuts to the film, removing the opening animated credits by Terry Gilliam, altering the music, and cutting scenes with nudity and violence for the US theatrical release.

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MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #37 The Children 1980

THE CHILDREN 1980

The Children (1980) is a low-budget cult classic drive-horror film directed by Max Kalmanowicz. It features a chilling premise and some genuinely disturbing moments, including the creepiest, test-the-gag reflex – black nails – hands lopped off- that have helped it maintain a dedicated following over the years.

The film stars Martin Shakar as John Freemont, Gil Rogers as Sheriff Billy Hart, and Gale Garnett as Cathy Freemont.

Set in the fictional New England town of Ravensback, the story follows a group of five children who are transformed into zombie-like imps after their school bus passes through a toxic cloud leaked from a nearby nuclear power plant. This taps into the very real fear of nuclear energy and toxic waste that was prevalent during the Cold War era.

What makes The Children particularly unsettling is its unique take on the “evil child” subgenre: As far as the subversion of innocence, children are typically associated with innocence and purity. The monstrous children also represent primal fears: the children in director Wolf Rilla’s Village of the Damned 1960, based on John Wyndham’s novel “The Midwich Cuckoos” are often considered more terrifying than those in other horror films due to their unique combination of mental powers, collective hivemind, and lack of apparent innocence they should typically possess.

Zombie-like children embody raw, irrational fears that represent a regression to a primitive state of mind that adults find deeply unsettling as the films drop us into the uncanny valley. Deathly mindless, shambling, pint-size ghoulish children who retain their outward appearance while exhibiting unnatural, disturbing behavior create a cognitive dissonance that messes with your comfortability. That’s what draws me to this obscure horror film; the transformation of them into malevolent entities, deadly children who appear outwardly normal aside from their blackened fingernails and empty stare, creates a stark, disturbing contrast. They possess the ability to burn anyone they touch, often luring victims in with their skin-crawling calls of “Mommy, mommy.” The burned skin makeup by Craig Lyman contributes to the film’s visceral impact.

The film features a particularly grim climax. The only way to stop these child zombies is to cut off their hands, adding a gruesome element to the finale. Hacking these little angels’ hands off is yet another ‘gut-check gory’ aspect of this bizarre early ‘80s treasure.

Harry Manfredini’s eerie score enhances the movie’s atmosphere, which bears similarities to his work on Friday the 13th from the same year. The film’s low-budget constraints are offset by Barry Abhram’s creative cinematography and effective use of night scenes, creating a palpable, atmospheric sense of dread.

Despite its limited release and relative obscurity, The Children stands out for its nihilistic tone and willingness to push boundaries, particularly in its depiction of violence involving children. Both inflicted -by innocence- and – toward them. The film’s ending delivers a final, disturbing twist that cements its place in low-budget horror cinema history.

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MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #36 Count Yorga, Vampire 1970 & The Return of Count Yorga 1971

COUNT YORGA, VAMPIRE 1970

When I saw Count Yorga, Vampire during its theatrical release in 1970, I was struck by its visceral impact. The film’s intensity was palpable, with several jarring scenes leaving an indelible impression on me through their raw power and suspenseful moments stacked one on top of the other. To me, Robert Quarry’s portrayal of the enigmatic Count Yorga is one of the most imposing modern vampires; his reimagining of the vampire mythos is particularly formidable.

Quarry insisted on transforming the film from Kelljan’s original soft-core concept into a serious vampire tale, showing his commitment to creating a compelling character. He drew on his acting training from Lee Strasberg, who taught that there are no true villains. Quarry applied this by playing Yorga as a man who believes his actions are justified. He worked to show both Yorga’s animalistic and human sides, insisting on more dialogue and scenes that would help develop the character’s complexity.

“They asked me to read the script. I said why don’t you just make a regular horror film out of it? They said will you do it? Of course, I said yes, if it’s going to be a straight horror film.”

On the challenges of speaking with vampire fangs, Quarry humorously recalled: “There was only one problem: I couldn’t talk with them. In the first movie, there was a line…That’s a handful to get your mouth around, but with the teeth it came out like, ‘Thoon I will thuck from veinth the thweet nectar of your thowl…’ That got cut out!”

Count Yorga, Vampire (1970), directed by Bob Kelljan, stands as a pivotal entry in the vampire genre. Kelljan’s inspiration for directing Count Yorga, Vampire came from an unexpected turn of events. The film was originally conceived as a soft-core pornographic movie titled “The Loves of Count Iorga, Vampire.” However, Kelljan, who had previously worked as an actor and made his directorial debut with Flesh of My Flesh, saw potential in the project beyond its initial concept. When approached to direct, Kelljan insisted on transforming the film into a straight modern-day vampire tale.

This decision shifted the focus from explicit content to a more traditional horror narrative placed in a contemporary setting. The producers agreed, and the film was subsequently toned down and released by American International Pictures (AIP) as a horror film, though some prints still retained the original title. Kelljan’s vision for updating the vampire mythos to a modern American context, particularly Los Angeles, allowed him to explore themes of sexuality and power dynamics within the framework of a horror film. Kelljan’s film became a contemporary retelling of the classic Dracula narrative for a modern American audience.

While not as visually robust as Hammer’s vampire films, unlike most vampire films of the era, which were set in Europe in the 1800s or early 1900s, Count Yorga was the first to bring vampires into a contemporary American setting, specifically in 1970s Los Angeles, with great use of music by Bill Marx. The score is a mesmerizing blend of dark funk and unsettling ambiance, weaving together dissonant melodies with a rhythmic pulse that’s both hypnotic and unnerving.

Count Yorga Vampire, which stars Roger Perry as Dr. James Hayes and Michael Murphy as Paul, offers a fresh take on vampire lore, with a tone that balances horror with a dry sense of humor and a certain sleaziness that reflected the changing social mores of the 1970s.

Kelljan, who also wrote the screenplay, crafts a narrative that blends traditional vampire mythology with contemporary sensibilities. Count Yorga Vampire opens with a narration by classic Hollywood actor George Macready, setting the stage for the supernatural events to unfold. Cinematographer Arch Archambault captures the eerie atmosphere of Los Angeles, contrasting the city’s modernity with the timeless threat of vampirism. The fusion of 1970s Los Angeles and ancient vampire lore in the film creates a uniquely dissonant ambiance, like a velvet-clad specter haunting a sun-drenched disco. This recontextualization of Gothic horror within the laid-back sprawl of L.A. winds up offering us a paradoxical atmosphere that is both groovy and imposing, where the darkness of a centuries-old evil and old-world menace seeps into modern hedonism and creates a mood that’s as intoxicating as it is unsettling.

The story begins with a séance, where Count Yorga, an urbane Bulgarian immigrant posing as a medium, is introduced. This scene immediately establishes Yorga’s connection to the occult and his manipulative nature. Kelljan skillfully builds tension as the narrative progresses, revealing Yorga’s true nature through a series of increasingly disturbing events.

Edward Walsh plays Brudah, a menacing and loyal assistant to Count Yorga. He often carries out his master’s sinister instructions. Brudah is depicted as a deformed and imposing brute, somewhat akin to the character of Renfield in traditional Dracula narratives, yet he comes across here as a ghoulish strongman.

Robert Quarry brings a sophisticated menace to the role, blending charm and malevolence with one stroke. He’s a stylish guru-esque figure who drives a Rolls Royce and wears contemporary clothing. Yorga is eloquent and intelligent, engaging in philosophical discussions about the occult and vampirism with Dr. Hayes (Perry), adding more nuanced layers to this devil beyond mere Gothic monstrosity. Hayes and Yorga begin their dance of ‘try and catch me if you can.’

As the plot unfolds, Dr. Hayes emerges as the film’s Van Helsing figure, piecing together the vampire mystery with scenes of Hayes researching vampire lore and preparing to confront Yorga. What truly sets Count Yorga, Vampire apart is its ambiguous ending, which daringly upends expectations and leaves a lingering sense of unease.

One of the unnerving qualities of the film is how its pacing is deliberate, allowing for the undercurrent of dread. There are a number of key scenes, such as Paul and Erica’s encounter with Yorga after driving him home. Asleep in their groovy ’70s van, they are awakened by Yorga’s growling face at the window before they are attacked. The sudden muddying of the road, seemingly at Yorga’s will, is one of the ways that the film introduces the element of supernatural control that extends beyond traditional vampiric power.

Kelljan and Archambault employ innovative techniques to convey horror without relying on explicit gore. The attack scenes, particularly Yorga’s seduction of Erica, are shot with a mix of sensuality and terror. Warning: For cat worshipers like myself, there is an upsetting and gruesome scene with a little black cat and Erica. If you’re like me, you’ll fast-forward through the scene altogether.

The use of quick cuts, shadowy compositions, and suggestive imagery creates a psychological unease that permeates the film, all building up to the shocking climax, culminating in a tense confrontation at Yorga’s mansion, where the full extent of his power and the fate of his victims are revealed.

The movie not only explores themes of sexuality and power dynamics but also heavily conflates sexuality and violence, as Yorga’s seduction scenes blur the line between consensual intimacy and predatory coercion, presenting vampirism as a metaphor for sexual domination. This is exemplified in a scene where Yorga telepathically commands his brides to engage in sapphic behavior. Yorga’s vampire brides, including Donna’s mother, are portrayed with a mix of eroticism and horror.

Count Yorga’s success inspired several subsequent vampire movies, including Hammer’s Dracula AD 1972, The Satanic Rites of Dracula, and even the Blacula films. Along with other contemporaries like Dark Shadows’ Barnabas Collins and Blacula’s Mamuwalde, Count Yorga, Vampire helped shake up the vampire genre in the early 1970s, moving away from simple Dracula knockoffs.

THE RETURN OF COUNT YORGA 1971

The Return of Count Yorga (1971) was once again directed by Bob Kelljan, who, this time around, worked with cinematographer Bill Butler. The film is a sequel to the cult classic Count Yorga, Vampire, which broke ground in 1970. The film features the powerful presence of Robert Quarry, reprising his role as the enigmatic Count Yorga, alongside Mariette Hartley as Cynthia Nelson and Roger Perry as Dr. David Baldwin.

This time, set in San Francisco, the story follows Count Yorga as he establishes himself near an orphanage, preying on the local community. Yorga sets his sights or fangs on Cynthia Nelson, a teacher at the orphanage, who becomes the object of his obsession. After he orchestrates an attack on Cynthia’s family, Yorga uses his hypnotic powers to manipulate her memory and attempts to make her his willing bride.

The film also features the return of Edward Walsh as Brudah. Tommy (Philip Frame) is a freaky young orphan who speaks and serves as Count Yorga’s servant. Tommy plays a significant role by leading adults into danger and possibly committing murders for Yorga. The mute maid Jennifer (Yvonne Wilder) is a young woman who is the orphanage’s organizer. She is unable to speak about the horrors she has seen, witnessing events that others don’t believe.

The Return of Count Yorga revisits the confluence of elements of traditional vampire lore with contemporary 1970s California, creating a unique atmosphere that balances horror with Kelljan’s subtle humor.

Some of the key scenes in this compelling sequel are: The Orphanage Attack: Count Yorga infiltrates a fundraising costume party at an orphanage, where he becomes infatuated with Cynthia Nelson. The Nelson Family Massacre: In a chilling sequence reminiscent of the Manson family murders, Yorga sends his vampire brides to attack Cynthia’s family. This violent scene is revisited throughout the film in flashbacks as Cynthia struggles to remember what happened. The Slow-Motion Chase: There’s a memorable, almost surreal scene where Yorga sprints down a hallway in slow motion toward one of his terrified victims. This visually striking moment has been noted for its nightmare-inducing quality. God knows, I jumped up from my theater seat! The Quicksand Trap: Yorga lures the Reverend to a quicksand pit on his property, showcasing the Count’s cunning and deadly traps on his estate. The Final Confrontation: The climactic scene on the balcony where Cynthia, having regained her memories, strikes Yorga with a battle-axe before Dr. Baldwin throws him off the balcony to his apparent death.

The Return of Count Yorga also features George Macready as Professor Rightstat: This was one of Macready’s final roles before his death in 1973. He plays a hard-of-hearing, past-his-prime vampire hunter. Rudy De Luca plays Lt. Madden: De Luca is known for his comedic roles, but here, he plays a more serious role as a police officer investigating the mysterious events. Craig T. Nelson plays Sgt. O’Connor: This marked one of Nelson’s early film appearances. He later became well-known for his roles in TV shows like Coach and films like Poltergeist, and there’s the appearance of Walter Brooke as Bill Nelson. Brooke plays Cynthia’s father, who becomes a victim of Yorga’s sinister plans. Tom Toner plays Rev. Thomas Westwood: Toner’s character is a drunk priest who fails to recognize the supernatural threat.The film also includes more of the discordant music by Bill Marx and fashions by Jeannie Anderson.

The Return of Count Yorga (1971) solidified Robert Quarry’s status as a formidable presence in 1970s vampire cinema, with his sophisticated portrayal of the titular character helping to modernize the vampire archetype for a new generation. His subsequent roles were as the Manson-esque vampire guru Khorda in Deathmaster (1972) and his portrayal of Morgan, the ruthless mob boss who serves as the target of Sugar Hill’s (Sugar Hill 1974) revenge plot. His character embodies the oppressive forces that Sugar Hill (Marki Bey) must overcome in her quest for vengeance. These classic horror films of the 1970s further showcased Quarry’s versatility and cemented his place as a cult horror icon of the era.

A Trailer a Day Keeps the Boogeyman Away! Robert Quarry-“I’m hard to scare”

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MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #35 Corridors of Blood 1958 & The Haunted Strangler 1958

CORRIDORS OF BLOOD 1958

Corridors of Blood (1958) is a compelling exploration of medical ethics and human frailty set against the backdrop of early Victorian London that transcends the horror genre with its meticulous recreation of that era. Directed by Robert Day and produced by John Croydon and Charles F. Vetter, this British-American period drama offers a nuanced portrayal of the struggles faced by pioneering physicians in the 1840s, a time of significant medical advancements and ethical challenges.

At the heart of the film is Boris Karloff, who compellingly portrays Dr. Thomas Bolton, a compassionate physician driven to develop anesthesia for pain-free surgery. Karloff, known for his iconic roles in horror films, brings depth and humanity to Bolton, portraying both his noble intentions and his tragic descent into addiction with remarkable subtlety. Karloff’s ability to convey Bolton’s internal struggle is particularly evident in scenes depicting drug-induced states, showcasing Karloff’s masterful range beyond his typical genre roles.

The narrative unfolds as Dr. Bolton’s obsessive experimentation with various gases leads him to test potentially dangerous substances on himself, resulting in a debilitating addiction. This personal decline coincides with his professional downfall, culminating in a failed public demonstration of his anesthetic where a patient awakens mid-surgery. This pivotal and tense scene underscores the high stakes of medical innovation.

As Bolton’s reputation crumbles, he becomes entangled with a nefarious group of body snatchers led by the menacing Resurrection Joe, portrayed with chilling effectiveness and extraordinary menace by a young Christopher Lee.

This subplot not only adds a layer of the dark underbelly of medical progress in the 19th century, where the demand to acquire cadavers for study often led to criminal activities, like murder, to procure medical subjects.

The supporting cast includes Betta St. John as Bolton’s supportive niece, Susan, Finlay Currie as the skeptical Superintendent Matheson, and Francis Matthews as Bolton’s son, Jonathan.

The film bears an authentic view of Victorian London and the medical community’s struggle with innovation and ethics. One of the film’s strengths lies in its historical accuracy and attention to detail. The depiction of early surgical practices and the quest for effective anesthesia reflect the real challenges faced by medical pioneers of the time. This commitment to authenticity elevates Corridors of Blood beyond mere sensationalism, offering viewers a thoughtful examination of a critical period in medical history.

The climactic confrontation between Bolton and the body snatchers serves as both a thrilling denouement and a poignant reflection on Karloff’s moral decay. Bolton’s ultimate demise is handled with a sense of tragedy that befits his character’s journey from a respected physician to a compromised addict.

Despite its compelling narrative and strong performances, Corridors of Blood faced an unusual release trajectory. Completed in 1958, it wasn’t released in the United States until 1962, when it was paired with Werewolf in a Girls’ Dormitory as a double feature. This double billing definitely undersold the film’s serious themes and historical significance by taking a substantive historical horror film and bookending it with a schlocky B-movie.

Over time, however, Corridors of Blood has gained an appreciation for its nuanced approach to complex issues. The film’s inclusion in the Criterion Collection speaks to its enduring quality and importance in cinema history. It thoughtfully examines the moral compromises made in the name of scientific advancement, the personal toll of addiction, and the often blurred lines between progress and ethical transgression.

THE HAUNTED STRANGLER 1958

The Haunted Strangler (1958) is another extraordinary horror film that showcases a strong performance by a sympathetic Boris Karloff. It was again directed by Robert Day and produced by John Croydon and Richard Gordon, whose Amalgamated Productions was responsible for producing several notable British horror and science fiction films, including one of my all-time favorite sci-fi movies – Fiend Without a Face (1958). (Can brains have heartbeats?)

The screenplay, adapted by Jan Read and John Croydon from Read’s original story Stranglehold, cleverly intertwines historical elements with psychological horror.

It stands as a compelling exploration of psychological horror and societal injustice, of wrongful conviction and the nature of evil set against the backdrop of Victorian London. This British horror film, starring the inimitable Boris Karloff, offers a nuanced portrayal of obsession, identity, and the thin line between sanity and madness pulled off by Karloff with ease.

At the heart of the film is Karloff’s playing James Rankin, a social reformer and novelist who becomes consumed by his investigation into a 20-year-old series of murders. Karloff brings depth and complexity to Rankin, portraying both his noble intentions and his descent into a fractured psyche with remarkable subtlety. His ability to physically transform himself into the grotesque visage of the Strangler without relying on special effects makeup is a testament to his acting prowess.

The narrative unfolds as Rankin delves deeper into the case of the Haymarket Strangler, convinced that an innocent man was hanged for the crimes. His obsessive pursuit leads him to exhume the body of the executed man, where he discovers a surgeon’s knife that triggers a shocking transformation.

The scalpel holds significant importance in The Haunted Strangler despite the Haymarket Strangler’s method of strangulation, as it is the key that triggers James Rankin’s transformation into the Strangler persona. When Rankin grasps the scalpel found in Edward Styles’ coffin, he undergoes a physical and psychological change, revealing his hidden identity as the real killer and the character’s fractured psyche. The scalpel is the missing piece of evidence that Rankin/Tennant had hidden in Styles’s coffin, likely in a moment of guilt. Its absence from Dr. Tennant’s medical bag is a crucial clue in Rankin’s investigation.

While the killer is known as the “Strangler,” the scalpel was actually used to stab the victims to death after partially strangling them. This detail adds complexity to the killer’s modus operandi, with the scalpel symbolizing Dr. Tennant’s medical background and the duality of his nature – a healer turned killer. It represents the thin line between Rankin’s reformer persona and his murderous alter ego.

Karloff’s portrayal of Rankin’s struggle with his alter ego is both chilling and poignant. It echoes themes from Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde while offering a fresh take on the concept of dual personalities.

The film’s supporting cast provides a rich vision of Victorian society, including Jean Kent as the bawdy music hall singer Cora Seth and Anthony Dawson as the skeptical Superintendent Burk. Elizabeth Allan’s performance as Barbara Rankin adds superb depth to the story, offering a glimpse into the personal cost of Rankin’s obsession.

Day’s direction and Lionel Banes’ cinematography create a palpable atmosphere of dread and claustrophobia. The use of chiaroscuro lighting in scenes set in the seedy Judas Hole music hall and the foreboding Newgate Prison effectively heightens the sense of moral ambiguity and impending doom.

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MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #34 Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things 1972

CHILDREN SHOULDN’T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS 1972

Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things (1972) stands as a seminal work in the evolution of 70s horror cinema, a quirky, influential, and enduringly entertaining blending macabre humor with low-budget ingenuity to create a cult classic that saw its influence spread to future indie filmmakers.

Directed by Bob Clark (credited as Benjamin Clark), who would later show off his diverse talents with holiday favorites like the beloved A Christmas Story 1983 and the end of the spectrum of holiday movies with his darkly sinister Black Christmas 1974, this early foray into horror showcases Clark’s versatility and willingness to push boundaries.

Shot on a shoestring budget of $50,000 over just 14 days, the film follows a troupe of hammy actors led by the insufferable Alan (played by Alan Ormsby, who also co-wrote the script and designed the eerie corpse makeup) as they venture to a cursed island cemetery for a mock séance. The cast, which was primarily composed of Clark’s college friends, lends an authentic if amateurish, charm to the proceedings, with many actors using their real first names in a quirky nod to budget constraints. All this seems to contribute to that bit of personal flair the film possesses. The actors include: Valerie Mamches as Val, Jeff Gillen as Jeff, Anya Ormsby as Anya ( I met Anya at Chiller Theater a while back. She was lovely), Paul Cronin as Paul, Jane Daly as Terry, Roy Engleman as Roy, Robert Philip as Emerson, Bruce Solomon as Winns and best of all… Seth Sklarey as Orville Dunworth – Alan’s favorite dead guy!

Cinematographer Jack McGowan transforms Florida’s swampy landscapes into a gothic playground of shadows and mist, creating an atmosphere of creeping dread that adds to not detracts due to the film’s limited resources. This visual style is complemented by Carl Zittrer’s score, which oscillates between carnival-esque whimsy and spine-tingling unease, perfectly capturing the film’s tonal balancing act between horror and dark comedy.

I can’t overstate this enough: Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things serves as a bridge between the voodoo zombies of early cinema and George A. Romero’s flesh-eating ghouls that stalked the streets of Pittsburgh in his Dead saga;  in Clark’s film introducing the concept of occult-summoned undead. This innovative approach to zombie lore and Ormsby’s gruesome yet inventive makeup effects laid the groundwork for future indie horror productions, proving that creativity and passion could often overcome a lack of funding. These movies always tend to be the most compelling!

Moreover, Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things helped establish the horror-comedy subgenre that would later flourish with films like Sam Raimi’s The Evil Dead 1983. Its blend of slapstick humor, occult themes, and genuine scares created a template for future filmmakers to explore the intersection of laughter and fear.

As the zombies set sail for Miami in the film’s audacious finale, viewers are left with a sense of the absurd that perfectly captures the movie’s charm.

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MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #33 Cat People 1942 & Curse of the Cat People 1944

CAT PEOPLE 1942

Cat People (1942) is a groundbreaking supernatural horror film that redefined the genre with its psychological depth and atmospheric storytelling thanks to the masterful storytelling by Val Lewton. Directed by Jacques Tourneur and produced by Lewton for RKO Pictures.

Val Lewton, a producer-auteur known for his meticulous oversight of every aspect of his projects, collaborated closely with Tourneur to create this new kind of horror film—one that relied on suggestion and atmosphere rather than overt scares. Lewton and Tourneur pioneered a revolutionary approach to horror filmmaking, employing suggestive imagery, chiaroscuro lighting, and masterful use of sound and silence to create an atmosphere of dread and terror through implication rather than explicit violence or supernatural manifestations, establishing a new paradigm that would influence generations of filmmakers.

Jacques Tourneur played a crucial role in shaping the visual style of his films, including his masterpiece, Out of the Past. He employs a masterful use of shadows: Tourneur went beyond standard film noir techniques, using shadows not just decoratively but as fundamental storytelling elements. He created beautiful compositions where shadows defined and redefined mood. Tourneur frequently employed “corridor” style shots, often shooting directly down paths or hallways to create long perspectives. He alternated these with lateral tracks featuring masked foregrounds, creating a rich visual mix. He also focused on “unofficial” architecture, like projecting awnings, to create unique compositions and emphasized complex textures in backgrounds, using elaborate wallpapers, moldings, and grillwork. Tourneur skillfully manipulated lighting to enhance the mood, using soft shadows for intimacy in romantic scenes and darker, more oppressive shadows for tense moments, particularly in the pool scene where an unseen predator stalks Alice, Cat People’s ‘good girl’ noir-like heroine. Tourneur’s visual style often left threats ambiguous, allowing viewers to draw their own conclusions.

Cat People tells the story of Irena Dubrovna (played by the intoxicatingly beautiful Simone Simon), a Serbian émigré in Manhattan who believes she is cursed to transform into a murderous panther if she experiences romantic or sexual passion. Her fears lead to a tense love triangle with her husband, Oliver Reed (Kent Smith), and his co-worker, Alice Moore (Jane Randolph), as well as sessions with the skeptical psychiatrist Dr. Louis Judd (Tom Conway). Lewton aimed to create a film that consisted of psychological depth, an intelligent horror film that explored themes of sexual repression, jealousy, and the clash between science and superstition. Lewton ultimately decided to set the story in contemporary New York, involving a love triangle between a man, a foreign woman with abnormal fears, and a female office worker desperately in love with Oliver.

Val Lewton wrote “The Bagheeta,” a short story that appeared in the July 1930 issue of Weird Tales Magazine. This story was one of Lewton’s early works in the horror genre, published before he began his career at RKO Pictures. “The Bagheeta,” which featured a legendary panther-woman hybrid in the Caucasus Mountains, served as inspiration for Cat People (1942).

The script was written by DeWitt Bodeen, who drew inspiration from myths about cats and curses, as well as Algernon Blackwood’s short story “Ancient Sorceries.” Lewton initially considered basing the film on Blackwood’s 1906 short story which featured a French town inhabited by devil-worshipping cat people. Bodeen researched cat-related literature, including works by Ambrose Bierce and Margaret Irwin. Lewton contributed heavily to the screenplay, ensuring its thematic complexity and subtlety.

Studio directive: RKO executive Charles Koerner gave Lewton the title Cat People and instructed him to develop a film from it. Koerner felt that werewolves, vampires, and man-made monsters were overexploited, suggesting that “nobody has done much with cats.”

Cinematographer Nicholas Musuraca, who contributed his keen photographic eye to some of the most extraordinary film noirs, brought the film’s shadowy visuals to life, employing chiaroscuro lighting and inventive framing to evoke fear through implication rather than explicit imagery. This approach gave rise to iconic moments like “The Lewton Bus,” an early example of a jump scare that has since become legendary in horror cinema.

The mythology behind Cat People blends Balkan folklore with Freudian psychology, portraying Irena’s transformation as both a literal curse and a metaphor for repressed desires. The film also subtly critiques xenophobia through its depiction of Irena as an “exotic” outsider whose cultural beliefs are dismissed or misunderstood by those (Anglo/Christian) around her.

Despite being made on a modest budget of $135,000, Cat People became one of RKO’s most successful films of the 1940s. Its minimalist yet sophisticated approach influenced countless subsequent horror films and elevated the genre’s artistic potential. Though initially conceived as a B-movie, it has since been recognized as a landmark in cinematic history, earning preservation in the National Film Registry in 1993.

CURSE OF THE CAT PEOPLE 1944

The Curse of the Cat People (1944) is another of Val Lewton’s psychologically geared supernatural thriller directed by Gunther von Fritsch and Robert Wise. The film follows in the shadow of Cat People with Amy Reed, the six-year-old daughter of Oliver Reed, and his new wife Alice, who lives in Tarrytown, New York. Amy is an imaginative and lonely child, often escaping into fantasies to cope with her isolation. Her life changes when she meets the ghost of her father’s deceased first wife, Irena, who becomes a maternal figure to her. Meanwhile, Amy befriends an eccentric elderly woman, Julia Farren (Julia Dean), and her troubled daughter, Barbara (Elizabeth Russell), leading to a complex exploration of reality, fantasy, and the power of love and acceptance.

Begin ‘The Bagheeta’: Val Lewton’s fantasy/ reality world of Curse of The Cat People: fearing the female/feline monster and the engendering child. Part I

Val Lewton’s Curse of The Cat People (1944) “God should use a Rose Amber Spot!” Seeing the darkness thru the ‘Fearing Child’ and ‘The Monstrous Feminine’ Part II

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MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #32 Castle of Blood (Danze Macabra) 1964

CASTLE OF BLOOD 1964

BRIDES OF HORROR – Scream Queens of the 1960s! – Part 4: The Dark Goddess-This Dark Mirror

Danza Macabra / Castle of Blood (1964) “I Was Prepared To Spend The Night With Horrible Ghosts Instead I Find You!”

Castle of Blood (1964), also known as Danza Macabra or Dance Macabre, is a gothic horror film directed by Antonio Margheriti. The film is considered one of his masterpieces. I would agree. Margheriti, an Italian filmmaker known for his versatility across genres, made significant contributions to Italian Gothic horror cinema in the 1960s, with such films as The Long Hair of Death 1964, Horror Castle (1963), Also known as The Virgin of Nuremberg, and And God Said to Cain (1970), which blended Gothic horror elements with the Western genre,

Antonio Margheriti and Mario Bava had a complex relationship marked by both rivalry and shared influence within the Italian genre film industry. While both directors were pioneers in Italian horror and science fiction cinema, their paths crossed notably during the production of Naked You Die (1968). Originally intended to be directed by Bava, the producers brought in Margheriti as a partner, which led to Bava abandoning the project altogether. Margheriti ultimately took over as director, using Bava’s script with minimal changes.

I still remember those late-night New York TV classical horror offerings as a kid, where I’d sneak in some forbidden viewing. Castle of Blood was one of the first to really cast its atmospheric spell on me.

It stars Barbara Steele, whose ability to combine ravishing beauty with the uncanny sensuality with the inclusion of subtle eroticism and hints of lesbianism added to the film’s charged atmosphere, which was bold for its time. The cast also includes Georges Rivière, Margarete Robsahm, and Arturo Dominici.

Italian actor Silvano Tranquilli portrays Edgar Allan Poe. His character plays a minor but pivotal role as Poe engages in a conversation with journalist Alan Foster (played by Georges Rivière) in a shadowy London pub, setting the stage for the wager that drives the story forward. The story follows Alan Foster, a journalist who accepts a bet to spend the night in a supposedly haunted castle on All Souls’ Eve. As the night progresses, Foster encounters a series of ghostly inhabitants, including the enigmatic Elisabeth Blackwood (Barbara Steele) and the possessive Julia Alert (Margarete Robsahm). The ghosts are doomed to relive their tragic deaths annually, and Foster finds himself enmeshed in a web of supernatural intrigue:

Through his use of light and shadow, Margheriti crafts a haunting atmosphere through his use of black-and-white cinematography, which emphasizes the shadowy, cobweb-filled gloomy architecture, and the castle’s interiors provide an inherently spooky backdrop for the story. The ghostly apparitions tap into deep-seated psychological fears. The ghosts enable creative storytelling techniques like non-linear narratives, unreliable narrators, and twist endings, for example, the one that washes over you at the end of Castle of Blood. The last image stuck with me for quite a long time.

Riz Ortolani’s (Mondo Cane 1962: His main title song, “More,” won a Grammy and was nominated for an Oscar, and the international hit The Yellow Rolls-Royce 1964) musical score contributes significantly to the film’s unsettling world. Ortolani was an Italian composer, conductor, and orchestrator with a prolific career spanning over fifty years, during which he scored more than 200 films and television programs. He was particularly known for his work in genre films, including horror and Giallo, making him a fitting choice for the gothic atmosphere of Castle of Blood. The atmospheric organ score further enhances the film’s eerie mood, contributing significantly to the overall sense of unease and otherworldly dread and a genuinely creepy miasma.

Castle of Blood is also notable for its exploration of themes of life, death, and the blurred lines between the two. The film’s narrative unfolds through a series of flashbacks and reenactments, revealing the tragic love triangle that led to the ghosts’ demise. As Foster delves deeper into the castle’s mysteries, he finds himself drawn to Elisabeth (Steele), unaware of her true nature until it’s too late.

The film’s use of black-and-white cinematography and the intense saturation of monochromatic black is particularly striking. The pure blackness surrounding the characters creates a sense of isolation and dread, forcing us to focus on facial expressions and creating an effect similar to Gothic portrait photography.

The pacing is deliberately slow, allowing the fuse to burn gradually. Margheriti has never been afraid to let scenes linger, creating a dreamlike quality that continues to obscure the line between reality and the supernatural. The film’s Gothic visuals and erotic undertones have ensured that Castle of Blood remains a cult classic in Italian horror cinema.

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