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Mystery

The Cat and the Canary (1978)

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catcanaryJohn Willard’s classic mystery in the vein of Agatha Christie, The Cat and the Canary, has been adapted for the movies many times, dating back to the silent era. The 1978 version represents the most recent of tellings, as well as the lone film for director Radley Metzger (The Lickerish Quartet) since his 1961 debut not to wade in the big-people pool of erotica.

In 1934, on a dark and stormy night, a handful of distant relatives gathers at Glencliffe Manor for the reading of the will of patriarch Cyrus West (Wilfrid Hyde-White, The Third Man). Speaking via newfangled reels of film, Mr. West begins by berating them, “You’re all a bunch of bastards,” then reveals the sole heir of his fortune. There’s one caveat: The gang will regroup in 12 hours to learn the identity of the runner-up, if West’s first choice should be killed or found insane.

catcanary1The good news for Annabelle West (Carol Lynley, Bunny Lake Is Missing): She’s named the sole heir. The bad news for Annabelle West: It’s highly likely she’ll be killed or found insane within the next 12 hours, what with a homicidal maniac on the loose who thinks he’s a cat. This murderer skulks about the old, dark house through its secret passageways and trick doors, looking for a torso to rip open with his claws.

Similar to Mary Roberts Rinehart’s The Bat, another oft-filmed stage whodunit, the PG-rated The Cat and the Canary seems to be an odd choice for Metzger, but he embraces the challenge and all its baroque dressings. Purposely fuzzy at the edges, the picture is buttoned-up and beautiful, and contains notes of comedy and romance to balance out any horror. The cast is terrific, too, including Olivia Hussey (Black Christmas), Michael Callan (Mysterious Island) and, speaking of Cat, Pussy Galore herself: Goldfinger girl Honor Blackman, who livens up the party as a tart-tongued lesbian. —Rod Lott

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Thriller

Do You Like Hitchcock? (2005)

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doyoulikehitchDo You Like Hitchcock? We know Dario Argento sure does. The director’s made-for-Italian-cable pic plays primarily as a pastiche of Rear Window and Strangers on a Train, with a litany of references to Hitch’s other works. Sharp eyes will catch nods to those of Brian De Palma, who, like Argento, built a career by paying homage to cinema’s all-time suspense master.

Elio Germano (Nine) is the giallo’s erstwhile Jimmy Stewart as Giulio, a college student writing his film thesis on Alfred Hitchcock German Expressionism. From his upper-floor apartment, he has a splendid view of the sexy Sasha (Elisabetta Rocchetti, The Last House in the Woods), whom he often sees at the video store and romping about town with the equally enticing Arianna (Cristina Brondo, Penumbra).

doyoulikehitch1When Sasha’s mother is brutally murdered, Giulio pieces 1 and 1 together to arrive at 2: that Arianna might be the culprit, as part of a Strangers on a Train scenario; all he lacks is proof! Like all stupid protagonists in thrillers do, he puts his life on the line to investigate.

Had Do You Like Hitchcock? carried the name of an unknown director, its reputation would be sturdier, perhaps as something of a minor gem. With Argento at the helm, however, expectations unfairly raise the bar. While there is no way this one can compete on the level of his early works — the so-called “animal trilogy,” in particular — it is a satisfying thriller exuding real love for the movies and the voyeurism they inspire. Don’t be put off by its TV status, either, as the initial murder is as to-the-pulp as anything Argento has shot, and contains more nudity than his classics.

Do I love Do You Like Hitchcock? No, but I like it just fine. —Rod Lott

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Horror

Turistas (2006)

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turistasTry as he might, actor-turned-director John Stockwell (John Carpenter’s Christine) can’t get away from the ocean blue — Blue Crush, Into the Blue, Dark Tide, Turistas — but perhaps he should try harder, especially after that last one. If offering the continuous sight of Olivia Wilde in a bikini can’t raise moviegoers’ pulses, you’re screwed.

Made at a time where “torture porn” was briefly all the rage, Turistas follows a handful of American backpackers to Brazil, including siblings Bea and Alex, played by Wilde (TRON: Legacy) and Josh Duhamel (the Transformers franchise). When a bus wreck leaves the gringos stranded, they join forces with a fellow traveler (Melissa George, 30 Days of Night), despite her butt-ugly hair braids. Because she can speak the native tongue of Portuguese, she can help them get out of trouble.

turistas1But first: parrrrr-TAY! Livin’ it up one night on the beach, our white folks are drugged and robbed of all their possessions. Seems they’ve stumbled into a conspiracy where vital organs are harvested without consent from stupid Americans. Ironically, your interest will have waned long before this point is reached, provided you had any left after the first scene.

To the surprise of no one who’s seen Stockwell’s work before, Turistas boasts beautiful scenery and expert underwater photography — all wasted on one of the weakest horror films shat out by a major studio in the new millennium’s first decade. Looking pretty means nothing when your words bore others to tears. To borrow the movie’s own tagline, “Go home.” —Rod Lott

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Reading Material

You Won’t Believe Your Eyes!: A Front Row Look at the Sci-Fi/Horror Films of the 1950s

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YouWontBelieveThis isn’t stated anywhere in You Won’t Believe Your Eyes!, but co-author Mark Thomas McGee holds such a deep and abiding love for the monster movies of the dawn of the Cold War era that he eventually created one of his own, in 1970’s Equinox. The only reason I bring it up is to assure readers they’re in good hands with this fond look back at so many of those science-fiction and horror matinees.

For the BearManor Media paperback, McGee’s co-writer is lifelong friend R.J. Robertson, who — we learn in the introduction — died two decades ago. That means much of the contents are older than that (McGee even mentions forgetting they wrote this until it was found in the garage), yet you wouldn’t know it, because invasions of saucer men, atomic submarines, incredible shrinking men and beasts of Hollow Mountain are timeless.

In 11 loosely themed chapters, the two review what has to be more than 100 B movies of interchangeable titles and painfully low budgets, bearing names of men like Roger Corman, Herman Cohen and Bert I. Gordon. The best entries arrive when the authors supplement their opinions — honest, it should be noted, as they’re unafraid to call crap “crap” — with the positions and perspectives of members from the cast and crew. In doing so, we learn a little more about what it took to get the American Godzilla to screen, not to mention Hammer Films co-founder James Carreras’ quote that at his studio, “we make the movies where the monsters bite the women’s titties.”

One knock on the book is such third-party inclusions are the exception rather than the rule. Fortunately, rarer are the times when McGee and Robertson have so little to say, you may wonder why the entry wasn’t excised entirely.

Most of the time, they have plenty worth sharing, including a playful fit. For example, of Patricia Laffan’s performance in Devil Girl from Mars, they write, “She looks like she hasn’t had a bowel movement for twenty years.” Such remarks make me willing to overlook the occasional movie that doesn’t seem to fit with the rest (the comedy Bell, Book and Candle?), in much the same way that the generous helping of photographs mitigates the sometimes-crowded layout. —Rod Lott

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Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The Signal (2007)

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signalTold via three “transmissions,” The Signal stands as a unique interpretation of the end-of-the-world scenario that informs so many works of speculative fiction. The quasi-anthology of interlocking stories depicts the effects of a synapse-disrupting broadcast that travels through all modes of electronic communication — from television sets to telephones — resulting in mass psychosis.

Stephen King’s 2006 novel Cell explored eerily similar territory, but whereas his book ultimately left me thinking, “Why did I bother reading this?,” The Signal had me asking, “Why didn’t I see this sooner?”

signal1Not so much separate stories as shifts in perspective, the tales of co-writer/directors David Bruckner, Dan Bush and Jacob Gentry largely follow an unfaithful young woman (Anessa Ramsey, Rites of Spring) whose blue-collar hubby (AJ Bowen, The House of the Devil) succumbs; the cuckolding boyfriend (Justin Welborn, The Crazies) who tries to save her; her paranoid neighbor (Sahr Ngaujah, Stomp the Yard) who cobbles together some improvised weaponry; and attendees of the bleakest of New Year’s Eve parties. People haven’t taken this many shots to the head since … well, insert the gang-bang joke of your choice here.

For a good half, the proceedings exhibit a freewheeling style where anything can happen; somewhere around that mark, however, it gets caught in a vortex of repetition. The film crawls out of it for the third and final bit, but it pales in comparison to the strongest segment: the first. So while the scrappy triptych amounts to one of diminishing returns, the exercise is arresting just enough to emerge on the side of positive. —Rod Lott

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