With Lady Pam De Graff
WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY: Sean Hogan, Andrew Parkinson, Simon Rumley,
(Title from: Little Deaths: 24 Tales Of Horror And Sex by Ellen Datlow)
FEATURING: Scott Ainslie, Mike Anfield, James Anniballi, Daniel Brocklebank, Tommy Carey, Errol Clarke, Luke de Lacey, Christopher Fairbank, Brendan Gregory, Oliver Guy-Watkins, Siubhan Harrison, Amy Joyce Hastings, Phoenix James, Jodie Jameson
TAGS: sex, nudity, lesbianism, BDSM, perversion, sexual violence, rape, cannibalism, bestiality
RATING: 8 PINTS OF BLOOD
PLOT: Three unique horror vignettes delve into bizarre themes of sex and death.
COMMENTS: Grim and twisted sexual themes spawn an undercurrent of horrific dread in this trio of sinister fantasies about the horrors of biology. With its concept inspired by Ellen Datlow's Little Deaths: 24 Tales Of Horror And Sex which takes its title from the French colloquialism for "orgasms," good acting and pacing distinguish this highly original independent effort. The three segments of Little Deaths are as follows:
The first story is a chiller written and directed by veteran scribe Sean Hogan, who brought us the original and clever horror thriller, Summer's Blood (2009). In a tough economy it's a dog-eat-dog world for a legion of street people. Two arrogant yuppie domination enthusiasts pursue a hobby of luring homeless girls back to their dwelling for a charitable, Christian bath, laundry and meal - followed by bondage, degradation and rape. Hubby locates a prospective target and stalks her. In the same spirit as offering shelter to a stray dog, he entices the unsuspecting girl back to the couple's home, where during the repast, they drug her.
Tying their guest to a bed in a soundproofed basement rumpus room, the duo regales her with the most abjectly degenerate, abusive patter. Next the couple submit the victim to acts of sexual degradation and rape, husband first, then wife. But their latest wayward mongrel turns the tables on them when she unleashes her own prerogative regarding what constitutes "housebreaking/" In the process she introduces to her tormentors, an all new concept of "pack mentality."
Well written, artful use of clever dialogue establishes surprisingly good character development, motives and backstory for such a short piece. Keen, refreshingly non-CGI makeup effects make for some delightfully gruesome, visually memorable sequences.
Andrew Parkinson wrote and directed this eerie story in which a Nazi legacy pharmaceutical project goes awry when a sex therapy patient probes too deeply into the sources of her experimental treatment. Meanwhile, an idealistic new lab tech and nephew to her therapist, arrives to his first day on the job at a clandestine drug laboratory. There he will serve as custodian for a human "cow."
Injected with a synthetic sexual catalyst and fed a diet of pureed human
kidneys, a hapless clinical captive has been turned into a one man drug factory.
Administered near lethal doses of an experimental hallucinogenic aphrodisiac,
his body, like some perverse chemical amplifier, produces mass quantities of the
same drug, enough to collect and market. The substance is harvested from his,
um, profuse quantity of perpetually squirting semen that issues stream after
scalding stream, from his gargantuan member, which the drug has caused to grow
to mammoth proportions.
Once converted to pill form, a creepy sex clinic administers the intimate compound to unsuspecting client guinea pigs to treat an array of sexual dysfunctions. The new serum has the unsettling effect of sparking disturbing hallucinations during coitus, visions which are telepathically linked to the captive "cow." Those who ingest the drug then experience untoward sexual side effects as they slowly go mad.
The new lab assistant has the unglamorous task of harvesting the continually climaxing human cow's effluent as it gushes into a collection bucket while the prostrate patient hangs suspended in a monstrous, high-tech shower stall. Before long the "cow" requires ever more strained kidneys as his production output wanes. The grisly services of the two kidney procurers, a pair of Burke and Hare style grave robbers, become severely taxed.
This leads to an intriguing dilemma in which the clinic must now locate a new, fresher, infinitely more suitable "subject.' When a candidate is "recruited," a sick revelation demonstrates how everybody involved is eerily and ironically linked.
In this bestial tale of lovelorn obedience filmed by Simon Rumley, a bored young couple fill the emptiness in their superficial relationship with heaping doses of bizarre, kinky BDSM sex. Their games involve a heavy emphasis on K-9 role games - with the boyfriend playing Fido, wearing a collar, living in a doghouse in the pantry, eating from a dog dish, and servicing his mistress, er, um, "doggy style." But the mistress is cruel, unduly degrading, and increasingly demanding. Worse, she becomes a neglectful "pet" owner.
When the couple's relationship becomes so unconventional and far removed from the boundaries of customary decency as to blur the lines between reality and fantasy, "Fido" embarks on an underdog mission of deliverance. He establishes himself as the alpha male among the neighborhood strays. Deciding to bury the bone er, I mean hatchet with his wife, Fido shapes his new followers into a cohesive pack. He then shepherds them along on a doggedly determined, gruesome revenge scheme to teach The Misses a few new tricks.
I was really happy with my viewing experience of Little Deaths. I love feature length motion picture horror anthologies and I have made it a point to find and watch most of those produced since the late '60's. Little Deaths is one of the most original and bizarre of all of them. I was hoping for something novel, yet thoughtful and well-made. Did I ever find it! I slog though a brackish marsh of mediocre movies just to find a few sweet gems like Little Deaths.
The non-derivative, unconventional stories are creepy and fresh, well shot, and suspenseful. The film's visual signature is dark and foreboding, producing a cloistered, almost claustrophobic effect on the psyche. Thus far lacking major commercial distribution, Almost Midnight Productions Little Deaths is making the rounds of the film festival circuits. Independent film buffs and horror fans are well advised to keep an eye out for it.
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EXORCISM OF MOLLY HARTLEY (2015) Canada
WRITTEN BY: Matt Venne
DIRECTED BY: Steven R. Monroe
FEATURING: Sarah Lind, Devon Sawa, Gina Holden, Peter MacNeill, Daina Leitold, Julia Arkos, Tom McLaren
RATING: 5 PINTS OF BLOOD
PLOT: Occult poster child Molly Hartley again finds herself in a web of black magic when Satan steals her body on her 24th birthday.
It's been six years since Molly Hartley decided having Satanic powers isn't such
a bad thing after all, at the end of The Haunting Of Molly Hartley (2008).
That's the movie in which a schoolgirl discovers her parents made a pact with
the devil which vests on her 18th birthday. Now Molly is 24 and her penchant for
black magic has served her well, facilitating a fast-track career in finance.
Being Satan's minion turns out to have its less than glamorous side however,
when the Devil snatches her sumptuous physique and turns it into a sperm
dumpster as part of his scheme to give birth to an Anti-Christ.
When bodies pile up during Molly's sordid and excessive birthday celebration, her garbled explanation results in a state-mandated rest at the local Shady Acres. Within the padded walls of the mental institution, Molly's possession goes full-tilt boogie, showcasing all the standard tropes and idioms of previous exorcism films, including an ever worsening case of facial dermatitis. There's also the usual levitation over her bed, inviting onlookers to fornicate with her, and the always obligatory projectile-vomiting of green pea soup-like substances. Molly's delicate condition is even worse than a frat-party bender and the resulting hangover, but there might be a chance for deliverance for when she meets an enigmatic nuthouse priest who was sent to the booby hatch for murdering the subject of his last exorcism.
Despite a racy story, one may find a couple of faults with this direct-to-video effort. First, it's derivative. We've seen this all before, but for those who haven't, i.e., the younger generation, it's a decent enough possession movie, although youngsters may lament the absence of annoying teenagers and rap music. The rest of you will find that absence refreshing.
Secondly, The Exorcism of Molly Hartley takes generous artistic license with reality. Fortunate timing and lucky coincidences help the story along. Some non-occult events in the movie just wouldn't go down in real life the way they do in the movie. One finds this true of many other genres however, such as cop thrillers.
Consider also that occult stories are by their very nature necessarily full of logic gaps. For instance, why can witches be tied to a stake and burned? If they have the power to put a curse on their executioners, can't they make the fire go out as well? If body-possessing demons, with all their gnarly super powers hate holy water, why can't they just make it evaporate before an exorcising priest throws it on them? I'm not purist when it comes to horror. I can forgive a little artistic license if the story is colorful or I get to see a good monster.
In Molly Hartley, we not only get a salacious story and a good monster, but an insane asylum setting and an assortment of disturbing characters from a ruined priest with a tortured conscience, to gun-wielding booby-hatch orderlies. You may decide that the little noted, critically-panned Molly Hartley movies are run-of-the-mill, yet will like them anyway. They aren't especially innovative, but like most Canadian horror, they deliver.
And typical of most Canadian horror, they're free of the more irritatingly corny clichés audiences must endure in their US counterparts, such as the nearly Disney-esque dumbing down of almost everything in Drag Me To Hell.
There's just something unabashed, unapologetic, and straight-forward about the Molly Hartley movies that makes them appealing. Both The Haunting Of, and The Exorcism Of Molly Hartley get right to the point and move along quickly. Although they lack striking artistry and constitute what one might term, "stock horror movies," in being so, they satiate the average viewer's desire for a basic horror fix.
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