Showing posts with label Hammer Films. Show all posts
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Saturday, 19 July 2025

COMMENTARY CLUB 113 - Dracula AD 1972


This week we have another release of a previously only for Patreons episode - a commentary for Hammer classic in which the Count is undead and well and undying in Swinging London - Dracula AD 1972! Starring Christopher Lee, Peter Cushing, Stephanie Beacham and Caroline Munroe

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Sunday, 27 September 2020

HYPNOGORIA 156 - The Mysteries of the Mummy Part XIV - The Queen of Terror


In this episode we round up the last mummies lurking in the 1960s, including the Paul Naschy monster rally Assignment Terror, before beginning the 1970s with the last of the Hammer mummy movies - Blood From the Mummy's Tomb!

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Sunday, 13 September 2020

HYPNOGORIA 155 - The Mysteries of the Mummy Part XIII - Shroudbusting


In this chapter of Mysteries of the Mummy we continue our shamble through the 1960s, looking at several highly dubious movies featuring low rent mummies before examining our main feature The Mummy's Shroud from Hammer! 

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Tuesday, 18 August 2020

COMMENTARY CLUB 036 - The Quatermass Xperiment (1955)


For our classic movie this time we are watching a hugely important film, a massive influence on modern science fiction and the grandfather of Hammer horror - yes, it's The Quatermass Xperiment (AKA The Creeping Unknown in the US) from 1955.

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Thursday, 6 June 2013

HAMMER CHILLERS


The world famous house of horrors is at it again! The legendary Hammer Films, in conjunction with Bafflegab, are launching a brand new series of audio horrors! Hammer Chillers debut on 7th June 2013, and will be released weekly as downloads and the full series released on CD in July.

Mr Jim Moon was lucky enough to receive the first three episodes for review and you can read the result of  this foray into sonic terror over at  here - SFFaudio - Hammer Chillers

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Saturday, 11 February 2012

The Woman In Black (2012)

Get the next train back to London, there's no spoilers here!

For connoisseurs of the ghost story, worthy additions to the canon are few and far between, with some purists even claiming that all the true classics were written well before 1950. However one modern work has won many hearts - Susan Hill's The Woman In Black. First published in 1983, this novel was written with the intention to produce a haunting tale that captured the flavours of two of her favorite old masters, MR James and Daphne Du Maurier. 

Of course many writers have attempt similar exercises to evoke the classic era of spectral stories, but many fell mired in the mud of pastiche, but Hill managed to create a ghost story that not only respected the traditional structure and elements, but became a modern classic in its right. Not only has the book remained in print and sold millions of copies, a stage adaptation created by Stephen Mallatrat in 1987 is still running to this day in the West End, and its 1989 TV version was penned by the great Nigel Kneale and terrified the nation. 

And so, now we have a brand new version hitting the big screen, a production that has been much anticipated, not only by fans of the other incarnations, but also because it sees the return of Hammer Films to their ancestral gothic homelands. Now the resurrected company has produced three warmly received films so far, The Resident, Wakewood and Let Me In, but this fourth feature has perhaps been most eagerly awaited by Hammer fans because it is a period chiller and a literary adaptation, mirroring the string of classics that made them the most famous producers of horror movies in the world. 

However as much as Hammerites were hoping that The Woman In Black would capture the spirit of the studios illustrious heyday, there were a few eyebrows raised. Firstly, some we wondering if Daniel Radcliffe was a little young for the central role of Arthur Kipps. Others mused whether James Watkins, who had previously directed the bloody and brutal chav-shocker Eden Lake was the right man to helm a subtle ghost story. And yet others on seeing the low certificate fretted that it would either be watered-down to pointlessness for a young audience of full of MTV visual gimmicks to appeal to teens. 

But having just returned from the cinema, with the chill of Eelmarsh House still clinging to my bones, I can confirm that all of the above worries are completely unfounded. To begin with, Mr Radcliffe not only looks exactly right for a young solicitor, but he puts in a rather admirable performance. Watkins proves he can handle subtle as well as graphic, and although this movie may have a virtually family friendly certificate - after all there's no gore, sex or swearing - but that doesn't mean it isn't going pull out all the stops to scare the pants of you!

For those of you not familiar with any of the other iterations of The Woman In Black, in this version the story goes like this... In the early years of the last century, a young solicitor, still struggling to come to terms with the death if his wife, Arthur Kipps is dispatched to a remote coastal town, to tidy up the paperwork of one of there deceased clients. However he receives a less than warm welcome and discovers that the town is tormented by a mysterious black-clad spectre.

Now I can say nothing else without breaking the spoiler taboo, and while the plot isn't overly burdened with  twists and turns, s is the case with many ghost stories, I urge you to avoid any blabbermouths who'll vomit up anymore details than I have given. For we see the story unfold through Kipps' eyes as he fathoms the mysteries surrounding Eelmarsh House, and I think the film will be at its most effective if you are joining him on his journey into the darkness.



However what I can reveal is that The Woman In Black is an excellent slow-burning chiller, driven by character and story rather than grandstanding special effects work. It's all about the atmosphere and emotion, carefully laying out the tale in strata of dread and unease. And make no mistake, this is a very unsettling movie, with several movie pundits remarking that the rating is perhaps too low as the movie is terrifying adult audiences.

Yes, there are jump scares, and I know that among horror fans currently, these are often derided as lazy film-making. But I tend to think of  jump scares as being roughly analogous to guitar solos in rock songs - often a cheap way to stir the emotions and juice up an otherwise moribund melody. But equally they can the making of a piece and the golden rule for both is that if they are the only trick up your sleeve, they won't satisfy. And indeed, Watkins has plenty more than sudden shocks to deliver - the rich atmosphere, lovingly crafted set-pieces and lingering imagery will have real fear flowing in abundance.

But the movie is doing more than just generating swathes of spookiness, for there is another emotion other than fear at work here. For The Woman In Black, in this incarnation, is very much a story about grief as well as supernatural terror. A funereal pall hangs over the spectral proceedings, as the film artfully explores the real effects of death - sorrow, grief and guilt. And this emotional core both compliments and gives weight to the scares the film delivers.

The interesting thing about the various versions of this story is that every retelling has slightly altered the framing details and each version has a different ending. However I shall not be discussing the difference in the various incarnations here (although I will be exploring this in a future episode of Hypnobobs), but what I will say is that Jane Goldman has delivered a solid adaptation of Hill's novel and the ending she supplies was a highly interesting spin on the finale. I suspect the ending of this Woman in Black may well prove to be somewhat more controversial than the other versions, however personally I rather liked it. Goldman's ending elegantly rounds off the character arcs and emotional themes of the screenplay but does no great violence to the essentials of the finale as first laid down by Hill.

All in all this a fine cinematic ghost story and an impressively well crafted movie. Radcliffe is very fine as the troubled Kipps, delivering a performance that is often subtle but can be incredibly powerful. Other actors would have amped up the character's grief, but going all Oprah isn't what the role demands: Kipps is a man  who is struggling to contain his internal turmoil and Radcliffe nails this perfectly.

Credit also to James Watkins, for this is a gorgeously constructed film, full of lush cinematography. He strikes a perfect balance between delivering the expected imagery of ghostly tale - a cobwebbed house, spooky shadows, creepy toys etc. - but unlike so many horror films he never lets this overwhelm the reality of the movie's world. And so rather appearing to take place in some blue-litten dimension where every location looks like a ghost train, we have a strong sense of the ordinary world into which the haunting makes most unwelcome intrusions.

Now I am aware that some will come away claiming that all of this has been done before. But in fairness, Hill novel is not an attempt to rewrite the rules of horror, rather it was meant to be a quintessential ghost story, and indeed has become very influential in its own right, therefore many charges of unoriginality are somewhat redundant. The Woman In Black is a traditional tale and in such cases what counts is how well it is told. And this incarnation is a beautifully orchestrated story and a superb piece of cinema; a feast for the eyes, soul and heart. Hammer has returned to its period horror roots in fine style and I can only hope there will be plenty more old school terrors coming soon.






Thursday, 21 April 2011

WAKE WOOD


To horror fans and lovers of all things cinematic in general, the name Hammer surely needs no introduction. Similarly we can also probably skip recounting the convoluted history of rumours, hints and false dawns which preceded the resurrection of this classic English studio. For after a somewhat shaky start with a web based feature Beyond the Rave, Hammer Films are indeed back in business at long. And while their dark thriller The Resident, which I have yet to see, has received mixed reviews at best, Let Me In garnered much praise, despite being a English language remake of a foreign film and especially as in this case they were remaking a movie that many regard as a modern day classic, Let The Right One In.

However while we were all pleased that Hammer was back, there was some murmuring that as The Resident and Let Me Me were both set in the United States, this might be just a revival in name only. But just in time to quell such doubts comes the release of Wake Wood, a full blooded supernatural horror set in Ireland, and steeped in classic Hammer tropes such as rural magic and dark forests.

Wake Wood actually began a co-production between Dublin’s Fantastic Films and Sweden’s Solid Entertainment and while looking for further production partners, the script then titled The Wake Wood found its way to the newly resurrected Hammer. And having seen that the screenplay was exactly the kind of horror the new incarnation of the classic horror studio was interested in pursuing, they swiftly jumped onboard. As Simon Oakes, CEO of Hammer said -

Wake Wood is very much in the tradition of some of the great Hammer stories of old, including the Frankenstein films. A compelling and horrifying dilemma is at its heart: ordinary people must make a Faustian pact to hold onto what they hold most dear, with terrifying consequences. The fact that David Keating and team wanted to honour, in tone, some of the great horror films of the past was also immediately appealing.


A bold statement certainly, however as we shall see, these compliments are not unmerited, as a quick look at the plot synopsis reveals.

The story of Wake Wood is as follows. After the tragic death of their young daughter Alice (Ella Connolly), Patrick (Aidan Gillen) and Louise (Eva Birthistle) move to the sleepy village of Wake Wood. However the village has a secret – under the leadership of Arthur (Timothy Spall) the villagers conduct rituals which may raise the dead back to life. However this resurrection is only temporary, lasting only three days and there are certain rules that must be observed. Naturally Alice is resurrected, but as any horror fan can guess things don’t go well…

With the country setting, the aura of old magic, and the returning dead, coupled with moral dilemmas and lead characters who are ordinary adults rather cardboard teens in perils, it’s instantly clear that this isn’t the usual horror fare that is idly churned out for the adolescent audience. And as well sitting comfortably with The Witches and Plague of the Zombies, it also addresses the age old themes explored by many a Hammer classic; the price of immortality and the cost of resurrection.

Now obviously the film buffs out there will spot that the storyline sounds like an amalgamation of The Wicker Man and Don’t Look Now. For while the two aforementioned iconic chillers are obvious reference points Wake Wood isn’t just some half baked concoction splicing the two together for Wake Wood also references many other literate horror of years gone by.

Writer Brendan McCarthy is a self confessed horror aficionado and I didn’t need the press release blurb to tell me that – watching this movie that it obvious that this tale was crafted by a man in love with the genre. There’s a host of other references and allusions to other literate horrors in this film; the plot has pleasing echoes of both WW Jacobs’ classic short tale The Monkey’s Paw and Stephen King’s Pet Sematary, and the starting situation of a young vet and his wife moving to the countryside also recalls Nigel Kneale’s Baby from the TV series Beasts and to a lesser extent his TV play Murrain. Thematically there’s the eerie pastoral atmosphere and folk magic of 70s Brit horrors such as Blood on Satan’s Claw and Cry of the Banshee, while stylistically there’s the kind of vivid colours and inventive cinematography that we associate with Italian masters like Argento or Bava. And if all of those weren’t enough, there’s a legion of spooky child films to consider, from the well known (The Omen) to the rather obscure (Alice Sweet Alice aka Communion), not to mention a whole graveyard of movies dealing with the troubles invoked by the return of deceased loved ones.

And again I’d stress that Wake Wood isn’t just a patchwork creation. And while there are many parallels one may draw with other works, this movie has a story and an atmosphere all of its own. McCarthy and director David Keating spent a long time refining and polishing the script, and all this care and attention shows on screen. It’s a tightly told tale, balancing striking and unusual imagery with very strong characters, and while it serves up the expected chills and blood, these are woven around a powerful emotional drama.

The cast are uniformly superb. Aidan Gillen is magnetic as ever as Patrick and Eva Birthistle delivers a performance of equal intensity; together they create a vivid picture of a couple struggling under the weight of tragedy. Of course Timothy Spall is as excellent as you’d expect in the role of the leader of the mysterious town of Wake Wood and there’s excellent support from Ruth McCabe and Amelia Crowley. And Ella Connolly is simply marvellous as the returning Alice, putting in a finely nuanced performance that steers well clear of the usual silent and staring spooky child.

This is a very capable cast that really brings the characters to life and let their emotions light up the screen. And they deserve high praise for this script isn’t heavy on dialogue; there’s no endless talking heads or clunky exposition. For Wake Wood is a film that tells much of its story visually. Now most actors worth their salt can deliver dramatic exchanges and speeches well enough, but you really need an exceptional cast to carry a story that isn’t reliant on the words it puts in the characters’ mouths.


Of course director David Keating is equally deserving of kudos. To begin with you’d never guess Wake Wood was a modestly budgeted feature, because it looks simply fantastic. This is a gorgeously composed film, filled with beautiful shots and creative set ups. He understands that golden rule of cinema that it’s better to show rather than tell, but he also demonstrates a real knack for building consistent chains of imagery. For example, early on in the movie there is a scene of what I’ll only describe as very graphic veterinary practice. Now at first glance, this would appear to be splatterising the everyday business of a farm; indulging in that old horror movie trick of drenching even mundane scenes in lashings of blood. But as the film progresses you realise that it is the first instance of a recurring set of symbols; themed imagery that pervades a variety of scenes which are not only visually striking but resonate with both the thrust of the narrative and its underlying themes.

Considering that film is primarily a visual medium, it isn’t often we find this kind of orchestrated imagery and metaphor outside of art house flicks, and it’s rarer to still to discover this very literary use of repeated symbols and motifs in a movie that is so tightly paced and thrilling.

Wake Wood is highly accomplished for a second feature - his first feature Last of the High Kings is now high on my ‘must watch’ list - and Keating is definitely a name to watch. Avoiding the bloating that comes with a two hour run time, Wake Wood plays out at a finely measured pace, building up an eerie atmosphere while at the same time keeping the story unfolding in an exciting and engaging manner. And while a jaded old horror fan like myself could see where the storyline was going, Wake Wood never feels like it’s just going through the same old predictable motions. Firstly all the visual flourishes Keating employs keeps everything fresh and McCarthy’s script is admirably subtle allowing the physical performances and imagery tell the tale. And together the script and direction cast a beguiling spell; although any one familiar with the horror genre can guess that Alice’s resurrection is going to lead to all manner of trouble, in this case rather resulting in the tedium of predictability, there’s a growing cloud of dread as you anticipate the inevitable resulting unpleasantness.

In its own way, Wake Wood is a quiet triumph. And while gorehounds may feel there’s not enough splattery carnage and fear purists might lament that it’s not more purely psychological in its horrors, personally I found the balance of blood and atmospherics in Wake Wood to be a welcome change. Too often these days, there is a tendency to think that a good horror film should be firmly situated in either the red drenched territory of Herchell Gordon Lewis or the misty shadowlands to Val Lewton, and forget that there is a rich middle ground where blood and chills can compliment each other - indeed many of classic horrors, in particular the Hammer/Amicus’Tigon axis and the Italian maestros, were more than happy to creep out their audiences while not being afraid of splashing out the Kensington gore.

Equalising these polarities takes as much skill and vision as delivering the extremes of subtle terror and graphic revulsion. In lesser hands, Wake Wood could have been rather choppy, however the carefully built atmosphere, consistent characterisation and smooth story telling unites the seemingly opposite approaches. And the superb score by Michael Convertino not only brings all the different elements into unison but is tremendously evocative in it’s own right, working perfectly with the imagery on screen to tell an unsettling haunting tale.

Wake Wood is a film that will repay repeated viewing; on a first watch one may wish there was more detail in the plot filling in the background to the story; for example it would be nice to know more about the history and origin of the ritual. However as is often the case, sometimes a mystery is best left hanging in the air, and certainly Wake Wood would not benefit from adding chunks of exposition for it’s the kind of movie which is enhanced by leaving tantalising questions unanswered. The story doesn’t need a cipher to pop up and spell out that the ritual dates back to ancient times; all the clues necessary for an audience to draw this conclusion are there in onscreen. Subsequent rewatchs reveal the subtleties of this approach. And of course leaving such imaginative spaces for an audience to explore will ensure that Wake Wood will no doubt inspire a cult following of its own.

Not only is it a love letter to the past classics of the horror genre, but Wake Wood is also a much needed shot in the arm for contemporary chillers. While some may be disappointed that Wake Wood is neither the goriest or most terrifying film, that would be to overlook it huge strengths. For not only is it highly entertaining, it’s refreshingly intelligent and wonderfully performed - virtues all too rare in contemporary horror offerings. Although it’s not a film that going to please every one, I suspect that many horror fans will find much to love and cherish, and will enjoy regular return trips to Wake Wood.

And certainly it’s exactly the kind of film that a resurrected Hammer should be making. Keating and McCarthy have delivered a beautifully mesmerising movie, and it’s not just an a high satisfying and entertaining horror flick, Wake Wood is a glowing example of fine film making for any genre.

Sunday, 6 March 2011

Echoes of Vampirism

For all of you fang fans awaiting the final chapter of my TWIDHARD marathon, here's a little slice of vampire history to be going on with...

The above picture is entitled The Vampire, the most famous work produced by British Pre-Raphaelite Sir Philip Burne-Jones. Now this gorgeous piece went on to inspire Rudyard Kipling to pen a verse of the same name -

A fool there was and he made his prayer
(Even as you or I!)
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair,
(We called her the woman who did not care),
But the fool he called her his lady fair--
(Even as you or I!)

Oh, the years we waste and the tears we waste,
And the work of our head and hand
Belong to the woman who did not know
(And now we know that she never could know)
And did not understand!

A fool there was and his goods he spent,
(Even as you or I!)
Honour and faith and a sure intent
(And it wasn't the least what the lady meant),
But a fool must follow his natural bent
(Even as you or I!)

Oh, the toil we lost and the spoil we lost
And the excellent things we planned
Belong to the woman who didn't know why
(And now we know that she never knew why)
And did not understand!

The fool was stripped to his foolish hide,
(Even as you or I!)
Which she might have seen when she threw him aside--
(But it isn't on record the lady tried)
So some of him lived but the most of him died--
(Even as you or I!)

And it isn't the shame and it isn't the blame
That stings like a white-hot brand--
It's coming to know that she never knew why
(Seeing, at last, she could never know why)
And never could understand!'


And this poem in turn formed the inspiration for a famous silent movie A Fool There Was (which you can view online here), which launched the career of Theda Bara and in turn lead to the coining of the term 'vamp' for sexy, seductive and possibly dangerous ladies...

Ms. Bara was one of cinema's earliest sex symbols, and the first in a long long line of sexy vampires on our screens. However whenever I look upon Burne-Jones' picture, another later screen siren springs to mind...



Yes, the legendary Ingrid Pitt, pictured here as Mircalla/Marcilla in Hammer's classic The Vampire Lovers (1970) itself an adaptation of another landmark in vampire fiction, Carmilla (1872) by Sheridan le Fanu.


Now, the great success of The Vampire Lovers saw Hammer making two further films loosely derived from Le Fanu's classic - Lust For A Vampire (1971) and Twins of Evil (1972) -but it also spawned a whole line of erotic and horror fictions dealing with sapphic vampirism ("the love that cannot spell its name" according to Dr Terrible's House of Horrible).

Obviously Burne-Jones could have had no idea his piece would inspire a whole genealogy of sexually alluring vampires, but one does wonder whether his muse had been sneaking a peek at the future time lines and spotted Ms. Pitt...





Tuesday, 3 February 2009

Straight On Till Morning





Stop! Hammer time!

Now when you think of Hammer Films, what springs to mind? Usually its the late great Peter Cushing in Victorian garb, Chris Lee snarling in a cloak and painful red contact lenses and the Home Counties doubling for Transylvania under a fog of dry ice.

But Hammer, despite it's House of Horror tag, made a great many films outside the genre. They produced a nice line of psycho thrillers, ventured successfully into scifi and put togther a line of period action adventure films (such as an old favourite of mine The Devil Ship Pirates). They even ventured in comedy, with their three films based on the popular TV sitcom On The Buses netting Hammer record profits. All in the all the studio had more up it's sleeve than gothic sets and Kensington Gore.

However in 1972, they produced Straight On Till Morning, perhaps there most unusual film of all. The trailer says it all .... "A Love Story from Hammer"! Now before you rush off to Youtube to check it out, be warned it's rotten with spoilers! Like many trailers from this period, it's not so much there are spoiling clips in it, but rather the whole piece plays like a three minute abridgement of the movie.

Now I discovered this film whilst working my way through the Ultimate Hammer Collection DVD boxset. It wasn't a title I'd heard much if anything about and assumed it would be one of their dark thrillers like Fear In The Night or Paranoiac. So I slapped it in and discovered a real little gem. A weird and disturbing film but a gem nevertheless. And I would suggest that if you fancy seeing this movie, avoid the trailer and any online research and go into it as fresh as I did.

So is it really a love story? Yes, kind of. Is it a psycho thriller? Again yes, but only kind of in that there is a psychopathic killer in it. So what exactly is this movie? I think it's probably best described as a kitchen sink psychodrama; Dennis Potter is a better touchstone than Alfred Hitchcock for the styles and themes of this movie.

The basic story goes something like this... Once upon a time, Brenda (Rita Tushingham), a rather simple and dreamy sort of girl, decides to move to London in search of love, but on arriving there discovers, like so many provincial kids do, that the streets are not paved with gold and opportunities. However by chance she meeets Clive (Shane Briant), who is attractive, debonair and rich, seeminly the handsome prince she has been looking for. And remarkably the pair form a friendship. It become clear that Clive is in many ways as child-like as Brenda; for example they rechristen each other Wendy and Peter. But, and you knew there was a 'but' coming, Clive/Peter is actually a deeply disturbed young man, and where as Brenda/Wendy is somewhat neurotic, he's violently psychopathic.

Now this film's strength is that it never descends into the usual cat and mouse tactics. The story is firmly grounded in social realism - there are no heroes or villians here, simply ordinary people. The film always remains firmly a character-driven drama and Peter's crimes are strongly woven into a background that paints a vivid portrait of early '70s London. In many ways, it is a kitchen sink drama which just happens to feature a psycho killer. Rita Tushingham of course was was a veteran of this particular school of dramatics, and her casting very much backs up the movie's kitchen sink credentials.

In construction, the level of performance from the cast elevate it from the usual thriller/horror fare. Director Peter Collinson artfully lenses the piece with a mix of experimental and traditional cinematography which captures both the tension between the traditional society and the post '60s permissive culture, and the fractured psyches of the characters.

Furthermore the way the film riffs on the Peter Pan story illuminates wider social and personal concerns. Brenda and Clive both do not want to grow up in the traditional sense; like J.M. Barrie's hero both long for the independence of adulthood but want no truck with the seemingly harsh society which demands them to leave behind the magic of adventures and fairy stories. I mentioned the late great Dennis Potter earlier, and the film's dramatic exploration of the tension between the ideals presented in the world of fiction and often cruel realities of modern society is very reminiscent of Pennies From Heaven and The Singing Detective.

This is a much overlooked film with alot to offer the discerning viewer. I think there are a few reasons why it's reputation is so low which I'd like to address. Firstly I think being a fairly unique piece in the Hammer catalogue it has bemused and disappointed generations of Hammer fans as it is neither a straight horror or a psychothriller. And by the same token it's probably been overlooked by cinefiles who have the impression it is a very minor entry from Hammer in either genre.

Secondly from trawling reviews online, a problem alot of peole have with this film is that the characters are fairly unlikeable and generally the film is somewhat bleak. Now both charges are true but likeable characters and happy endings do not a good film make. Really all that is required is that a film presents charcters that are interesting and reaches a satisfying conclusion, and Straight On Till Morning has both. However if you are expecting standard Hammer fare, you will find with the lack of clearly defined heroes and villains troubling, the tone down-beat and find the ending a problem.

As for the characters, we don't shouldn't really be expecting Peter to be likeable but the fact he isn't the usual screen villains wrong-foots some audiences. I think the realism of his derrangment strikes some as uncomfortable and disturbing rather expected pleasantly frightening.

Brenda is more complicated. The common problem seems to be that people find Tushingham's character to be hopelessly wet, and seem to get very cross with her naviety. Some have even called the film misogynistic seeing Brenda as a weak and demeaning female stereotype. However I'd argue that this view is missing the point - Brenda isn't meant to be a reflection of the young newly empowered '70s woman. Rather she's is a working class girl who has been brought up with narrow and repressed values, a character type probably still very much the norm at the time outside major metropolitian areas at the time. And that I think was the point. At the time the social breakthroughs of the '60s where still trickling down through the country and a great many idelaistic and naive young people were galloping off to Swinging London rather than waiting for the '60s to hit their small towns.

Also I think that part of the reason some reviewers are so unsympathetic to Brenda is simply that the script and Tushingham's performance creates such a realistic naive character, she provides an unwelcome reminder of our own embarassing youthful naviety.

But at the end of the day this film is presenting a dramatic story in a very realistic style, and does not flinch from making the audience uncomfortable. If you approach this as a piece of serious drama, you shouldn't have many of the above problems. However be warned you still may find some scenes disturbing.

However there is a strange kind of magic amid the bleakness. And more surprisingly there is tenderness in the Peter and Wendy relationship. It's strong social underpinnings, give the horror elements a real weight, and the blend of naviety and corruption make it a rather haunting film that lingers in the mind. It is admittedly a weird little film, but one that deserved a far better reputation and makes for very rewarding viewing. Leave any genre expectations by the door and check it out.

One final note - this is an early '70s film and contains all manner of haircuts and clothes that you may find amusing. Indeed some wags have suggest Shane Briant's barnet deserved a horror franchise all of its own. So if you respond to the sight of flares, dragon tooth collars and feathercut mops with a chuckle, watch an episode of of Man About The House or The Mod Squad first and get the fashion hilarity out of your system!