Corman/Poe: Interviews and Essays Exploring the Making of Roger Corman’s Edgar Allan Poe Films, 1960-1964

While Roger Corman’s reputation of frugality holds merit, it’s all too often considered synonymous with “talentless,” which simply isn’t true. Whenever someone has questioned Corman’s competence as director, his cycle of Edgar Allan Poe films for AIP has served as my go-to defense. Genuine art and entertainment reside in that octet.

Chris Alexander needs no such swaying; he’s been all-in since childhood. Now, the Delirium magazine editor and filmmaker himself (Necropolis: Legion) devotes an entire book to the subject in — take a breath — Corman/Poe: Interviews and Essays Exploring the Making of Roger Corman’s Edgar Allan Poe Films, 1960-1964. Annnnnd exhale.

For anyone already in Alexander’s camp, myself included, the Headpress release is a must-own.

Whether Tales of Terror or Tomb of Ligeia, each movie earns its own chapter. Without fail, each chapter is split into three sections: a synopsis, an interview with Corman, then Alexander’s analysis — let’s just call it a review so you don’t discount the work as pud-pulling academia. Alexander may be prone to hyperbole on occasion, but the mofo can write.

Of these sections, the interviews are the book’s raison d’être. Corman graciously gives credit where it’s due, primarily to production designer Daniel Haller, cinematographer Floyd Crosby and screenwriter Richard Matheson. (Oddly, future director Nicolas Roeg’s exquisite photography on The Masque of the Red Death goes undiscussed.) Without bad-mouthing Mark Damon, Corman also dispels the actor’s claim of directing The Pit and the Pendulum.

In the same gentlemanly manner, Corman reveals how he got Vincent Price to emote on the proper wavelength on the first film, The Fall of the House of Usher; how Ray Milland measured against Price, who was unavailable for The Premature Burial; how Peter Lorre’s style threw off Price and Boris Karloff on The Raven; how he worked around Karloff’s health issues; and what he thinks of AIP turning an H.P. Lovecraft adaptation into a Poe pic with a mere slap-on quote and title switcheroo for The Haunted Palace.

Because the interviews are presented Q&A-style, the reader can hear Corman’s every word in their head — even when he talks about the act of orgasming.

For the cycle’s last couple of entries in the cycle, the credit pages contain some inaccuracies — more likely due to layout. Visually, though, Corman/Poe is generously illustrated throughout. Of particular value is a full-color appendix of posters (Poe-sters?) from all around the globe, plus novelizations and comic books. —Rod Lott

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Shin Ultraman (2022)

Gotta give it to the 40-meter silver-shiny superhero Ultraman: He sure as hell doesn’t look 55! It helps that Shin Ultraman is a spit-polished reboot, following the similar sober treatment director Shinji Higuchi gave another kaiju legend in 2016’s Shin Godzilla.

A government agency, the S-Class Species Suppression Protocol (SSSP) works to protect the country against giant monsters, which have a habit of popping up everywhere. Through the eyes of new transfer Hiroko (Masami Nagasawa, Godzilla: Final Wars), we witness how SSSP reacts to the sudden appearance of a mystery metallic man (“Ultraman” to you and me) who emerges from the sky to kick the asses of such destructive creatures as an invisible horned thing that feeds off electricity and a lizardy whatsit with a whirring drill bit for a head.

Under the sneaky pretense of an alliance, an evil electromagnetic extraterrestrial named Zarab (voiced by Kenjirô Tsuda) warns officials against our hero and drafts an Ultraman Elimination Plan. Take a look and let’s circle back to see if we’re aligned, okay?

As fun as Shin Ultraman’s battle sequences are, what sucked me in was the oil-and-vinegar working relationship of go-getter Hiroko and her solitary-minded, no-nonsense partner (Takumi Saitoh, Japan’s Cube remake). They’re essentially the Mulder and Scully of this world — accurate, given the original Ultraman spun off from the Ultra Q sci-fi mystery TV series, a single-season wonder. Their problem-solving and office politics make for the sort of things to which Hollywood would give short shrift.

Almost inconceivable in this Marvel age, Higuchi brings his baby in at under two hours — partly because it’s not awash in mythology requiring viewers to have seen some untold number of movies and series to follow. Whether you have fond memories of running across reruns on your local UHF station (as I do) or you struggle to ID your Ultraman from your Infra-Man (also me, once upon a time), Shin Ultraman is constructed as intelligent, often rousing entertainment for all. It goes without saying the effects are first-rate, as the Toho studio has this style of flick down to a science. —Rod Lott

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Tales from the Apocalypse (2023)

Although Tales from the Apocalypse is a collection of shorts versus a proper anthology, its five stories share a factor: indifference. At least all but one look fantastic, and that odd man out serves up rust-colored desolation on purpose.

In William Hellmuth’s Gravity-esque Alone, the bunch’s best, the sole survivor of an exploded ship is marooned in a lifepod, sucked close toward a black hole by the second. As she nears certain doom, she converses with a cartographer who picks up her mayday signal. Coming to grips with possible death post-devastation also carries Damon Duncan’s Cradle, so stacking it atop Alone was not the wisest choice, even if it does have a cool robot spider.

Sporting the aforementioned layer of grime is Gabriel Kalim Mucci’s Lunatique, free of dialogue as an armored woman hunts a creature on a windy planet the color of dirt. From Susie Jones, the YA-influenced New Mars posits a future of forced marriages upon teens. Finally, Lin Sun’s Earth 2035 considers the difference between AI and humans: “Humanity,” says a doctor in a moment intended as Deep and Important, but lands as a pretentious punchline with the impact of a greeting card.

Nothing wrong with sci-fi being serious, but the contents of Tales from the Apocalypse (aka Episodes from Apocalypse, despite “apocalypse” being debatable) hold little wonder or imagination. On a purely technical level, they succeed with effects often superb. However, I can’t shake the feeling I was watching calling cards and demo reels rather than shorts where scripting merited as much attention. —Rod Lott

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Terrified (1962)

Part of the Crown International Pictures library, Terrified is one of those movies where 30-something teenyboppers carry a flashlight and ask “What was that?” In other words, I dug it, even though there’s not much to it.

Rumors abound of a ski-masked maniac haunting a nearby ghost town and committing various felonies and misdemeanors. He’s also known to make people lose their minds, turning them “into a slobbering oyster.” And yet the script gives characters wonky reasons to go check the place out, especially at night. A college student (Rod Lauren, Black Zoo) is writing a midterm on fear .. and gets some firsthand learning! A hostess (Tracy Olsen, Journey to the Center of Time) just wants to talk to caretaker Crazy Bill … and finds him impaled to death on spikes!

In his final directorial gig, Lew Landers (1935’s The Raven) wrings all the mileage possible from the ghost town setting. With rotted floors and flooded rooms, its wooden buildings function as traps for our madman’s unlimited use. His all-black balaclava presages several slashers, from 1978’s The Toolbox Murders to 2009’s The Collector, but don’t go looking for gore.

Terrified’s lack of names in the cast (the biggest, Denver Pyle, comes fifth-billed as the sheriff) should work to its advantage, but the killer’s identity is simple to surmise. —Rod Lott

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The Dogman Triangle: Werewolves in the Lone Star State (2023)

File under “news to me”: Sightings of a cryptid called “the Dogman” triangulate among a 700-square-foot slice of Texas. Seth Breedlove’s Small Town Monsters shingle is on the case, offering yet another speculative documentary with high production values and no smoking gun.

For The Dogman Triangle: Werewolves in the Lone Star State, we follow Aaron Deese, who literally wrote the book on the subject, and Shannon LeGro (from Breedlove’s On the Trail of UFOs: Dark Sky), an investigator going in cold. Firsthand and secondhand witnesses describe an “instantly terrifying” creature standing upright with glowing eyes and bloody teeth. Expert Lyle Blackburn (Breedlove’s Skinwalker: The Howl of the Rougarou) opines the Dogman could be a hairless bear, thanks to mange.

Momo: The Missouri Monster, the first Small Town Monsters doc I saw, spoiled us with its Boggy Creek-style reenactments. Here, interviews are supplemented largely with drawings. Evidence consists of photos of footprints; an audio-only clip of howling; and a cataract-blurry, low-contrast video of Something Moving in the Distance. Again, nothing verifiable or scientifically sound — but that’s not the point of these projects.

The Dogman Triangle ends with an onscreen quote from H.P. Lovecraft, which is cool, set in the Papyrus font, which is not. —Rod Lott

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