Showing posts with label videodrome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label videodrome. Show all posts

Monday, 4 March 2019

The Joy Of Reading

Regular readers will know I take my reading seriously (check out my Westies posts - now up to number eleven! - rounding up what I've read in a particular year), I take book collecting seriously (my sleazy paperback library is something teenaged me would have been proud of) and I'm a real advocate for people losing themselves in a book.
So do yourself a favour - as it's World Book Day on Thursday go out and pick up a book.  You don't have to spend a lot of money on a glossy hardback, go to the library (if you have any left near you, he wrote sarcastically) or buy a paperback, or download an ebook, or go into a second hand or charity shop and pick up something for 20p.

It doesn't matter how you do it, it doesn't matter what you read, just pick something up and open the cover and start.
Dude, in 2014, enjoying one of his many Snoopy Coronet paperbacks
Me, reading "The Damnation Game" by Clive Barker, in Illfracombe, 1987.  Dennis Etchison's novelisation of "Videodrome", written under his Jack Martin pseudonym, is by my leg.

Happy reading!

Monday, 30 October 2017

Halloween Horrors (VHS treasures)

It's Halloween, when all the ghosts and ghouls come calling (usually for chocolate), when the evenings are dark and the air smells of woodsmoke and the thoughts of us all turn to the idea of watching something scary and creepy.
After last years Halloween post (which you can read here) featuring behind-the-scenes shots from scary films, I've decided this time to go in a different direction.  As regular readers of the blog will know, I love artwork that is cheesy, sleazy and often ever-so-slightly over the top and if that's what you're looking for, you can't go wrong with 80s video covers.  Back then, as video was starting to make inroads into people's houses, corner shops and town centre shops alike suddenly brought in racks and shelves, filling them with gaudily decorated boxes of horror films that me and my friends were very keen to watch.  The 1984 Video Recordings Act curtailed some of those adventures but there was still plenty for us to catch up on and we most certainly did.  The players were expensive and only two of our gang had them - Steve's VHS came complete with a remote control that had to be plugged in and David had a top-loader Beta, soon replaced by a top-loader VHS.  Later, after making several (very) low budget films with David's brother Matt, he & I set up an informal little group we called The Tacky Video Society to watch just these kind of treasures.  In fact, sometimes a visit to the local 5 Star Video in Rothwell would consist of scanning the horror shelves until artwork caught our eye and renting that film, regardless of whether or not we knew anything about it.

And here are a few examples.

Happy Halloween!
1981 (aka Burial Ground and Zombi 3)
I saw this sometime in the mid-80s and, for the most part, found it plodding and dreary.  But then something very, very weird happens between the kid (who was actually a 25-year-old actor) and his mother which propels this to another level altogether.

1981
Another of my suggestions to the group, this went down very well.  So well, in fact, that years later I was able to convince my best friend Nick to go and see Hellraiser with me by telling him it wouldn't be as bad as this...

1981
One of my favourite horror films (I wrote an in-depth essay about it for This Is Horror, which you can read here), this is the cover of the pre-certificate VHS sleeve before the film ran into trouble.  Although it was passed uncut for a British theatrical release, it fell foul of the Video Recordings Act and was prosecuted and banned as a 'video nasty' (which it quite clearly isn't).  It was re-released in the late 80s with 5 seconds of cuts on the Video Collection label, then finally released uncut in 1999 by Polygram.  I saw it on 30th July 1985 (I keep a diary) with the gang and it was a banner day for us, when we rented three films from Dines' Video Library (which is now long-gone) - Twilight Zone: The Movie, Evil-Speak (another video nasty casualty) and this.  Good times...

1982
I watched this in 1983 (I'm sure we rented the film but that can't have been possible) on a bright Saturday morning, in a sun-filled room, with David and Matt and all three of us were absolutely terrified.

1982
By the time this was released in 1983 by Palace Pictures, we'd been talking about it at school for at least a year and most people 'knew someone' who'd seen it and was quite happy to talk up the gory bits.  This doubled when it became a 'video nasty' and was banned, even though the BBFC had passed it for theatrical release in 1982 with minor cuts.  The VHS accounted for 40 prosecutions (the vast majority of which were overturned) and the BBFC was forced to about-face on it.  Palace then sent out replacement sleeves with a grey banner across the front: "Not guilty! - The Evil Dead is back, B.F.F.C. certificate applied for".  It was finally passed uncut by the BBFC in June 2002.

1983
I convinced my friend Steve this would be a great film to watch (I put forth that Debbie Harry was in it, we'd both loved Scanners and I convinced him Rick Baker's effects were always great) - I really enjoyed it, he really didn't.  My love for it has grown over the years (I wrote about it here) and I recommend it whole-heartedly!
(there was a later VHS release, which I bought, that was labelled as 'uncut'.  And if you click on the image above, you'll see, below the credit block: "This film received an '18' certificate for cinema release.  The version of the film comprised in the videocassette has been further edited at the discrection of CIC Video".  This was because, in a case of very bad timing, the film fell foul of the Video Recordings Act with police forces in Leicestershire and Nottinghamshire apparently warning dealers against stocking the film even before it had been released.  CIC pre-empted this and went at the film with scissors, as it was due for release when 'Video Nasty' hysteria was at its peak.  It's now available uncut and, to be best of my knowledge, the film never influenced anyone unduly - or, at least, if anybody has ever had a Betamax tape slotted into a vagina which has magically appeared in their stomach, I've never read about it...)

1984
I can't remember now if I first saw this on VHS or Alex Cox's wonderful Moviedrome but I do remember I liked it a lot.

1985
There's so much to like in this film - O'Bannon's script, the acting, Linnea Quigley, Tar Man - where do you start?

1986
I actually saw this at the cinema first, with my friend Craig Tankard and the artwork is perfect for the film (for which my affection remains strong decades later!)

1986
Another cinema first (again with Craig), this has the creative crew of Re-Animator back with Jeffrey Combs, Barbara Crampton and their second loose Lovecraft adaption.  Less gory, certainly, but sexier!

1987
Years later, after my friend David Roberts & I had been to see the first Lord Of The Rings film at the cinema, I told him about this but - crucially - forgot to mention the two films were remarkably different.  He gave me the DVD back the next time we met up and said "I didn't watch all of it..."

1987
I first read about this in either Fangoria or Gorezone in the mid-80s and was very keen to see it, though it proved elusive and I didn't get to watch it until much, much later.  I did, however, enjoy it as much as I hoped I would.

1988
 I didn't see this until long after I watched Phantasm 2, another cinema first with Craig, at the Forum cinema in Corby (also now long-gone).  At some point in the run the film had broken and been patched up so when we watched it, there's a big jump at the climax and it wasn't until years later, watching it again, that I realised the ending wasn't as surreal as I'd originally thought...

1988
I was introduced to this by Matt, who adored it and I could see his point - a solid, fun exploitation film, with a smart cast, a great baddie and some glorious special effects.

1988
My second glimpse into the world of Frank Henenlotter (following the gloriously low-budget Basket Case) and, to this day, it remains my second favourite of his films after the wonderful Frankenhooker ("wanna date?").  Even better (and much later), through the wonders of first LiveJournal and then Facebook, I became friends with Greg Lamberson who worked on this.


Happy Halloween!


with thanks to mutantskeleton and Living On Video (Covers) for some of the scans
Video Nasty information from The Video Nasties Furore: The Prosecution of the DPP's 74, by Neil Christopher

Monday, 24 November 2014

Videodrome at 31

In 1981, I was 12 years old and already a film buff.  Having fallen in love with “Star Wars” in early 1978, I loved the cinema and behind-the-scenes material and one of my regular reads was a British magazine called Starburst.  Through its pages, I read news - and looked at pictures - of films that I wouldn’t end up watching for years to come (this was before the advent of home video), but which I stored away for future reference.  The reason I mention this is that 1981 is the point where each item that drew me to “Videodrome” (1983) began to mesh into one thread.  “An American Werewolf In London” was released and Starburst covered it faithfully (check out the gory cover!) and I was astounded by the Rick Baker make-up effects (I’d been a big fan of make-up for a while, having discovered a book in the library about Lon Chaney).  It became a film I had to see, though I don’t think I actually managed that feat until 1983.  Blondie released “The Best Of Blondie”, a greatest hits compilation that I had on cassette tape and played so often I wore it out.  And David Cronenberg, Canada’s “Baron Of Blood”, released “Scanners”, which also made the cover of Starburst featuring Michael Ironside in full, vein-popping glory.
left - Starburst no.40 and, on the right, Starburst no. 33.  Pretty cool for 1981, eh?
In 1983, reports began to surface of a new David Cronenberg film called “Videodrome”, which had make-up effects by Rick Baker and co-starred Debbie Harry.  My stars were in alignment and the more I read about the film, the more I wanted to see it.  Just like in the film itself, imagery settled into my brain and painted a picture that drove me ever closer to the source - Debbie Harry in the red dress, James Woods with ‘something’ on his hand, the stomach vagina, the TV set.
UK poster, massively playing up the part Debbie Harry plays in the film
I finally got to watch “Videodrome” in early 1985 when I convinced my friend Steve (he had the only video player of our gang) that it would be a good choice.  As I recall, he didn’t like the film at all (his comments were probably similar to those of the Barry Convex character - “Why would anybody watch a scum show like Videodrome?”) but I loved it, though I wouldn’t say I understood it all (that didn’t come until a couple of years later, when I picked up the novelisation written by Dennis Etchison under his Jack Martin pseudonym).

Fresh from the (rather unexpected) box office success of “Scanners” in 1981, David Cronenberg’s growing reputation gave him access to studios, actors and resources he hadn’t experienced before - “Videodrome” had a $6m budget, double that of his previous film.  As it turned out, Universal Pictures were perhaps expecting something more along the lines of the relatively straightforward sci-fi thrills of “Scanners” rather than the surreal, disturbing and harsh sensibilities of “Videodrome”.

Warning - there are spoilers ahead

James Woods as Max Renn
Max Renn (James Woods) is president of the sleazy cable Civic TV Channel 83.  Always on the look-out for new cheap and erotic content, his techie employee Harlan (Peter Dvorsky) shows him a clip he’s downloaded, a pirate-video broadcast full of torture, murder and mutilation called Videodrome.  After watching it, Renn becomes obsessed with getting it for his channel and asks his regular supplier Masha (Lynne Gorman), a pornographer of long-standing, to try and track it down but she refuses to get involved, saying that Videodrome is a set of real snuff movies.

Woods with Debbie Harry, as Nikki Brand
Renn appears on a talk show, defending his channel against fellow guests Nikki Brand (Debbie Harry), a sadomasochistic radio-psychiatrist, and Professor Brian O'Blivion (Jack Creley), a pop-culture philosopher who only ever appears as a video-link, here delivering a speech prophesying a future where television overcomes real life.  Beginning a relationship with Nikki, Renn shows her an episode of Videodrome that arouses her and she asks him to hurt her sexually.  When Harlan discovers the feed is actually coming from Pittsburgh, Nikki goes to audition.

Nikki: I was made for that show.
Renn: Nobody on earth was made for that show.

When Nikki doesn’t come back, Masha informs him Videodrome is the public face of a political ideology movement, with links to Professor Brian O’Blivion.  Renn visits his office at The Cathode Ray Mission - where homeless people are given food and shelter and encouraged to watch television - which is run by O'Blivion's daughter, Bianca (Sonja Smits), who is dedicated to helping bring about her father’s vision where television replaces every aspect of everyday life.

By videotape, O'Blivion tells Renn that “the Videdrome” is a socio-political battleground in a war being fought for control of the minds of the people of North America. After this, Renn begins to hallucinate which is a side-effect of watching Videodrome, as it’s the carrier of a signal that causes the viewer to develop a malignant brain tumour - the same tumour that killed O’Blivion (though he spent the last year of his life recording tens of thousands of videotapes).  As Renn watches these, scared and holding a gun, he scratches his stomach with the barrel and it disappears into a vaginal slit.

Professor Brian O’Blivion:   There is nothing real outside our perception of reality, is there?

the Teleranger
Barry Convex (Leslie Carlson) runs the Spectacular Optical Corporation, a glasses company that acts as a front for a weapons manufacturer. In league with Harlan, he’s been trying to get Renn to broadcast Videodrome as part of a government conspiracy to give fatal tumors to “lowlifes” who fixate on extreme sex and violence.  At Harlan’s lab, Convex pushes a pulsating videotape into Renn’s stomach, to program him to further the cause and Max pulls out his gun, which fuses with his hand.  He goes to kill Bianca O’Blivion but is instead shot himself by a TV set, de-programming him and she sends him to kill those who created Videodrome.

Bianca O’Blivion:  You are the video word made flesh. Death to Videodrome. Long live the new flesh.

At a Spectacular Optical trade show, Renn shoots Convex with his handgun then takes refuge on a derelict boat in an abandoned harbour.  Nikki appears to him on a TV set, saying that he has weakened Videodrome, but in order to completely defeat it, he must “leave the old flesh.”  The TV shows an image of Renn shooting himself in the head, causing the TV to explode in a spray of bloody human intestines.  Renn puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger after saying his final words: “Long live the New Flesh”.

“Videodrome” began life as a rough draft screenplay called “Network Of Blood”, partly inspired by childhood memories of picking up unexpected broadcasts on television and also the content of CityTV, a Toronto cable television station which, in the 1970s, was notorious for showing soft-core pornography.  Cronenberg’s first draft, which producer Claude Heroux told him “would get the film a triple X for sure”, was strong enough to draw in the major talents of James Woods, Debbie Harry and Rick Baker, though production began work on the second draft.  As it was, Cronenberg was writing and re-writing up to the last day of principal photography.

Woods was chosen, according to Cronenberg, because he “really embodied that kind of intensity and articulate[ness]…that I had written”, adding he also had “a lovely comic flair”.  Woods, by all accounts, loved the script, saying “I thought it was pretty terrific”.

Of Debbie Harry, Cronenberg said “Blondie was huge at the time, not just as a band, but as a kind of essential part of the cultural zeitgeist of New York City. And she knew William Burroughs, and Allen Ginsberg and was connected with…a kind of above-ground/underground movement.  She was very responsive and very willing to learn and to understand that the kind of self-parody and satirical stuff that she did onstage simply did not work when she was trying to play a real character, a human being on screen.”

David Cronenberg and James Woods
Principal photography began on October 19th, 1981 with the first week of shooting devoted to video inserts - the O’Blivion monologues, some of the Videodrome torture sequences plus “Samurai Dreams” and “Apollo & Dionysus”, the two porn films that are pitched to Max.  “Samurai Dreams” was shot in a rented TV studio on one-inch tape over half a day and director of photography Mark Irwin said “that’s where I came into the business - shooting porn - so I felt right at home.”

The Videodrome parts, shot on Carol Spier’s stark set, were - according to Director Of Photography Mark Irwin - “more funny than sick.  If you listen [to the original tapes], you can hear David shouting, ‘Okay, now put her up against the wall! Okay, now shake around—you’re being electrocuted! Okay, now hang him up on that hook there! Let’s see some more energy in that whipping!’”  Cronenberg agreed, saying; “Most of the people we worked with enjoyed the experience, because it was cathartic. Of course, they weren't really being hurt and…we found - in one case - there was a woman who kept coming back.  She would dress up and put on a lot of makeup and dress herself really well and just kind of hang around. She couldn't let go…and it was quite strange, but very much in keeping with the strangeness of the film as a whole.”

The production was based in a large building in Toronto.  A former nursery and piano school, the exterior served as the Cathode Ray Mission whilst the interior was used to build sets, with the downstairs serving as both the Videodrome arena and the interior of the derelict ship.  In the former auditorium, the Cathode Ray Mission cubicles were built and it was also the stage for the Spectacular Optical show where Barry Convex expires in a rash of tumours.  On the second floor, during November and December of 1981, was the workshop for Rick Baker’s EFX team (and seen in the film as the O’Blivion archive) but since the building wasn’t soundproofed, the crew couldn’t work when a scene was being shot (and no toilets could be flushed either).

In my opinion (and this is said as a huge fan of Rick Baker), the special effects work of EFX are astonishing and stand up well today, even if a couple of the shots do betray their latex foundation.

For the breathing television, Baker and Cronenberg chose the Teleranger model, since it was large enough to accommodate the workings for everything the script needed it to do.  Various models were built, which could flex and move and the screen was made from dental dam - “a stronger, stretchier kind of rubber,” Baker would say - which was painted with a highly reflective white paint.  This allowed Woods to press his head right into it when Debbie Harry’s lips fill the screen and although the scene overflows with sensuality, the actor said “I felt sort of stupid when I was doing it, to be honest with you.”  The Teleranger also featured in a scene which was never shot (but is used in the novelisation), where it rises out of a bath Max is running and shows him images of Masha being tortured.

For me, the two key special effects images are the handgun and the vaginal split.  For the latter, two different prosthetic chest and belly pieces were built and for the shot of Woods standing up (for me, one of the few occasions where the effect is held too long to work), the actor was on set for twenty hours as they set it up.  When Max is on the couch, watching TV, James Woods was sitting inside the sofa and it was built up around him - he apparently swore after this he’d never work with anything glued to him again.

The handgun itself was a foam latex appliance (which Woods dubbed ‘the pooperoo’) that was worn as a glove by the actor from a mould of his hand whilst the shot of the metallic tendrils burrowing into his flesh was completed using a puppet.  The gun is described in the script as firing cancer growths at its victims (there were originally six, but Cronenberg cut it back to just Convex) and the effect went through several tests before the final concept was decided upon.  Once Cronenberg and Baker decided that the effect should show an internal cancer growing until it burst out of the victim’s body, Baker explained that it was something they could do “fairly simply - put people under a raised set who’d push the cancers up through a hollow dummy.”  This is why Leslie Carlson, as Convex, is laying down when the effect happens.  In the end, Steve Johnson (who also worked on Ghostbusters) created the effect and it’s one of the most memorable death scenes in cinema.

Another planned effect was where characters would, in Cronenberg’s scripted term, “twitch video”.  Special video effects supervisor Michael Lennick described these as a character being “broken down from celluloid film’s 4,000-line resolution to 525-line video resolution. Their body edges would become serrated, their colouring electric and almost neonlike.”  Although tests were carried out, Cronenberg eventually dropped them (after they survived every draft of the script), as he felt they “looked too tricky.”
Special Effects genius Rick Baker sets up a shot with the Teleranger TV set
The film uses Betamax tapes - which are occasionally seen to ‘breathe’ and swell - since they were large enough to accommodate the effects work whilst not being too big to fit into the abdominal slit, as VHS cassettes were.

David Cronenberg
Filming ended in December 1981, though special effects photography and inserts were shot in March 1982.  In post-production, the climax was reworked several times and after a test screening in April 1982, Debbie Harry was brought back for re-shoots since her character originally disappeared.  By showing her again, it appears that Max Renn’s suicide comes from his sense of outrage and being alone, rather than seeming defeatist.  Cronenberg said to Tim Lucas, “It felt so right that it felt inevitable, not so inevitable that I’d thought of it before!”  He originally intended to continue beyond the suicide, with the ‘next phase’ showing Renn hugging and kissing Nikki in the Videodrome arena, which would have been - according to the director - “my version of a happy ending.”

“Videodrome” does not have a happy ending, but it has the perfect one for the film and I love that it ends with the bang.  Although it’s now dated by the technology it shows, it’s actually ahead of its time in the portrayal of media ideas and concepts and stands strong because of that.

“Videodrome” was released on February 4th, 1983 in the US (November 25th in the UK), debuting at number 8 on the box office charts and to generally positive reviews.  Although a commercial failure - it’s made $2.2m to date on a $5.9m budget -  it is a cult favourite, described by Andy Warhol as “A Clockwork Orange of the 80s” and listed 89th “Most Essential Film In History” by the Toronto International Film Festival.  In addition, it’s soundtrack - composed by Howard Shore - was ranked 10th in the Top Sample Sources list of 2004.

Despite its poor commercial perfomance, the film tied with “Bloodbath at the House of Death” for Best Science Fiction film at the 1984 Brussels International Festival of Fantasy Film, where Mark Irwin received a CSC Award for Best Cinematography in a Theatrical Feature.  The film was also nominated for eight Genie Awards with David Cronenberg and Bob Clark (for his “A Christmas Story”) tying for Best Achievement in Direction.

The trailer for the film is glorious and it comes complete with computer graphics created on a Commodore 64.

I loved the film in 1985 and I love it as much today, a gruesome, surreal and intelligent shocker that is almost a black comedy in the way it plays out perfectly.  Any time is a good time to watch “Videodrome” but, on the occasion of its 31st birthday, why not give it another view?

Long live the New Flesh!

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

Of Videodromes and Sure Things

Starting from Saturday, Alison & I have held a bit of a filmfest which, as the days have gone on, has turned into an 80s blowout. This is the first film we watched:

Videodrome
My choice - Alison can’t remember ever watching it before - and one of my favourite films of all time. I first saw it in the early 80s (it came out 82/83, so I’d guess 1984 or so), on VHS, at my friend Steven Corton’s house. He’d never heard of it, I loved Debbie Harry, thought Rick Baker was brilliant and had watched “Scanners” and thought David Cronenberg was second only to George Lucas. I have no idea if the copy we watched was cut (I imagine it was), but I do remember being absolutely blown away by the whole thing - the look, the feel, the imagery - it was fantastic. I’ve re-visited it more than a few times since, but this was the first occasion in a while. So, going back to view a 28 year old film, probably 26 years since I first saw it - what did I think? I thought it held up remarkably well, to be honest. James Woods was brilliant, thoroughly believable and very natural. Debbie Harry - I’m sorry to say - was a bit wooden at times but she certainly brought something extra to the part. The effects were excellent, for the most part, though to be fair they didn’t resist the temptation to dwell - Woods standing up with his arm in his chest suffered from a very fake-looking arm and the ‘spikes coming out of the handgun’ shot ran a bit too long. The direction and writing were spot on, as was the location work and it was a thoroughly engrossing piece of cinema.
It was also nice to see how things have changed - the clunky TV, the Betamax tapes (used, apparently, because of make-up requirements to do with size), the cable stuff being a lot tamer than we now take for granted on the Net - and not always for the better.
(as an aside, apparently this is up for a remake. I have the awful idea that it’ll be hunky/sexy early 20-somethings in the leads, a director who cuts to make up for content and more CGI than you can shake a stick at. A remake I’ll be avoiding, methinks).

On Sunday, we watched “Angel Heart” - cracking film, dreadful transfer but as I’m currently reading “Falling Angel”, I’ll discuss this in another blogpost.

On Monday it was “Condorman”, from 1981. I got the paperback of this from the school bookworm club (I’d have been about 12) and loved it. I bugged Dad to take me to see it at the cinema and I remember really enjoying it (and waiting, avidly, for the sequel the end of the film appeared to promise). Watching it now, I can only assume my Dad was very politely quiet as we left the cinema. The transfer was dreadful, the acting was appalling, you could see the wires when Condorman flew and the blue-screen/rear projection work was terrible. If this had been a Cannon Films production from 1981 you might forgive it, but not Disney. On the upside, Remy Julienne’s stuntwork was very good.

Last night, Alison fancied a comedy and so we watched “The Sure Thing”, another film I love dearly but don’t seem to watch too often. Expecting to have my fond memories shattered, we settled down and I discovered, to my great relief, that the film has lost none of its charm or sparkle. It’s funny, poignant, well acted, gripping and thoroughly enjoyable. Cusack - did he really ever look that young - was brilliant and Daphne Zuniga (who appears to have settled into a TV acting career) held her own well. Loved it.

So the best of the bunch was “Videodrome”, a low-budget tax shelter movie from Canada that nobody understood when it was released but which still, 28 years later, has the power to unsettle. And, brilliantly, it inspired a blog that takes in David Cronenberg and Rob Reiner, by way of Alan Parker. Now that’s an eclectic bunch of film-makers.