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Monday, April 25, 2016

Vampire, The (1957)

... aka: El hombre vampiro (The Vampire Man)
... aka: Immer bei Anbruch der Nacht (Always at Nightfall)
... aka: It's Always Darkest Before the Dawn
... aka: Mark of the Vampire

Directed by:
Paul Landres

Eccentric loner scientist Matt Campbell, who's been conducting experiments of some sort in an old house for years, falls over at his desk and is discovered by a neighborhood boy who's been helping to supply him with animals. The boy goes and immediately retrieves friendly and good-hearted town doctor Paul Beecher (John Beal). Once Paul arrives, the scientist mutters something about finding “the answer,” hands him over a bottle of pills and instructs him to take them before he dies. Paul sticks them in his pocket and thinks nothing of it, especially after a coroner's report reveals that Dr. Campbell had a history of heart problems. A sufferer of bad migraine headaches, Paul, a widower and single father, asks his young daughter Betsy (Lydia Reed) to grab him a few headache pills. Guess what pills she grabs out of his jacket pocket instead? Yep, you got it: the pills the dead scientist gave him. It isn't long after taking one that Paul becomes ill. He dismisses his neurotic patient Marion (Ann Staunton), lies down on a bed in his office and goes to sleep; not waking until the following morning. Or so he thinks.







The next day, Sheriff Buck Donnelly (Kenneth Tobey) shows up at the office and tells Paul all about a “prowler” that was reported lurking around the neighborhood near where his office is located. Paul then receives an emergency phone call to check in on Marion. Upon arriving at her home, he finds she's bedridden, has a really bad fever and two strange puncture marks on her neck. But once she lays eyes on him she suddenly snaps out of her docile state, freaks out and keels over dead. That death is also blamed on a heart attack. Paul soon comes to the realization that his daughter possibly gave him those other pills and wants to find out as much as he can about what the scientist was up before he passed away. Thankfully, a few men show up to shed some light on everything...






Dr. Will Beaumont (Dabbs Greer), who runs a university psychology department and was both a former colleague of Dr. Campbell's and a former college friend of Paul's, arrives in town. He's brought along mysterious research assistant Henry Winston (James Griffith), who always wears sunglasses because his eyes are extremely light sensitive from a childhood trauma, to help assimilate him with Campbell's research so he can hopefully take over where the previous researcher left off. Paul meets up with them and many discoveries are made in regards to the experiments. Campbell was in the process of researching regression and developed the pills to temporarily drain blood from the brain and revert the taker's mind to a primitive state in order to one day reverse the process. He'd only tested the pills out on animals up to this point and all of them, aside from some vampire bats, have died from a rare tissue-destroying disorder called “capillary disintegration.” According to Campbell's notes, the pills (once taken to activate the process) must then be administered every 24 hour or else the subject will suffer from severe withdrawal symptoms and extreme pain.






What unfolds here is a very interesting Jekyll & Hyde-style tale of a decent man transformed into a grotesque killer by an experimental drug, though the protagonist this time out doesn't at all bring any of this upon himself and is the tragic victim of circumstance. This may not be the first film where science and not the supernatural is responsible for turning someone into a vampire, but this concept still wasn't at all common in 1957. There are no religious repellents, no lethal rays of sunlight, no stakes through the heart ... In fact, none of the standard mythology is really used aside from the vampire drinking blood from a victim's neck and even then this manages to add a neat twist. A bite doesn't transform the victim into a vampire, but instead passes along a virus that causes a rapid cellular degeneration that leads to madness and death. What is even less common is how the film works on another level entirely as an insightful addiction parable. The uncommonly thoughtful and multi-layered script was written by Patricia Fielder.







Sure, the budget is low, the make-up design isn't very good even for 1957 and the old school time lapse transformation scenes are executed rather poorly, but this manages to rise above most other 50s B pictures in a number of different ways. It also deserves better than to be written off as a "typical" product of its time: it's well-acted, intelligent and mature. Even the few minor comedy elements present are more sophisticated than usual and dependent on clever dialogue and the eccentricities of several supporting characters.






Brilliantly holding the whole thing together, and giving the proceedings a real heart, is Beal, who gives an outstanding central performance as a decent man turned into a desperate, murderous junkie by an act of science. Had this same performance been in a Hollywood drama about drug or alcohol addiction instead of a low-budget horror film about a vampire, Beal would have been a major award contender in 1957. The rest of the cast, which also includes pretty female lead Coleen Gray (Nightmare Alley, The Leech Woman) as Paul's compassionate nurse, Paul Brinegar (How to Make a Monster) and Louise Lewis (Blood of the Vampire), is also very strong.


This Gramercy Pictures production was released to theaters by United Artists and often double-billed with The Monster That Challenged the World (1957), which was directed by one of this film's three producers, Arnold Laven, and also written by Fielder. The same basic team also made the sci-fi film The Flame Barrier and another vampire film: The Return of Dracula, the following year. All of them, aside from Barrier, have been released on both DVD and VHS by MGM/UA, with Return and Vampire paired together for their "Midnite Movies" line.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

La morte cammina con i tacchi alti (1971)

... aka: Death Stalks on High Heels
... aka: Death Walks on High Heels
... aka: Nuits d'amour et d'épouvante (Nights of Love and Fear)

Directed by:
Luciano Ercoli

In Paris, more than a million dollars worth of diamonds have been stolen and Ernest Rochard, the man suspected of being the safe cracker who helped steal them, has his neck slashed aboard a train headed to Switzerland. The victim's daughter, Nicole (“Susan Scott” / Nieves Navarro), is called in for questioning by the authorities but insists that her father didn't give her anything nor does she have any idea where the diamonds may be. Nicole is a popular cabaret dancer who works at numerous glitzy clubs around the city. During one of her patented acts, she wears bronze make-up, an Afro wig and a diamond thong bikini. Her unemployed and immature boyfriend Michel (Simón Andreu) gets turned on seeing her “all blacked up” and is game for a dressing room quickie in between shows, but he's still sick of her always being so busy and barely ever seeing her, plus jealous of all of the male customers who drool over her. However, until he finds work, she must continue to shake her tits and ass all over Paris as their breadwinner.








After one of her shows (this one with her decked out in a gold ensemble and slathered with glitter), Nicole receives a phone call from someone disguising their voice and threatening “If you don't want to end up like your father, tell me where the diamonds are!" She rushes home only to be greeted by her useless drunk boyfriend tossing a switchblade at her head and complaining about people calling him her gigolo. After he leaves, a blue-eyed man dressed in black and wearing a hood, sneaks in through the window of her apartment, strips her down to her bra and panties and threatens to slice her up. He leaves without physically harming... this time. He promises his next visit will be nastier if she doesn't “remember” where the diamonds are. Problem is, she really has no clue. After finding blue contact lenses in Michel's medicine cabinet, Nicole figures it's time to split town. Thankfully, she's recently gotten acquainted with a frequent presence at her shows, the friendly Dr. Robert Matthews (Frank Wolff), who is so smitten with the beauty he hops from club to club so he doesn't miss a single show. Without hesitation he agrees to bring her back home with him.







Upon arriving in London, Robert wines and dines Nicole and takes her on expensive shopping sprees. The two quickly become lovers and she doesn't even seem to mind that he's still technically married his (rich) wife Vanessa (Claudie Lange) because the two are separated and he promises to divorce her so they can marry. The two eventually run off to a small, quiet village where Robert owns a nice country home. The locals aren't only old fashioned but also incredibly strange and gossipy. Nicole immediately gets bad vibes from many in the area, including weird caretaker / handyman Hallory (Luciano Rossi), voyeuristic boat builder Captain Lenny (George Rigaud) and a priest who talks with a voice box that sounds very similar to the stalker back in Paris. Someone also begins spying on them with binoculars and reporting their bedroom activities back to the rest of the village. Robert is away in London a lot and during one of his trips someone stops by the home and gives something to Nicole that upsets her. She disappears soon after.







Later, while Robert is in the middle of performing an eye operation on blind patient Mr. Smith (José Manuel Martín), someone enters his office and shoots him. He manages to survive the attack but all the witness can really convey to the cops is that he heard a sound similar to that of high heeled shoes. Soon after, some village fishermen find a surprise in their net: Nicole's corpse. That brings up a lot of possible suspects in both her murder and Robert's attempted murder, including many of the townspeople as well as Vanessa, who at one point attempted to pay Nicole 5000 pounds to leave her husband for good. And wouldn't ya know it, Michel has flown there all the way from France and is found hanging out in the village. Drunk, of course. It's up to Scotland Yard Inspector Baxter (Carlo Gentili) and his assistant Bergson (Fabrizio Moresco) to figure out just what's going on.








I really have to hand it to these people for having me, completely losing me and then miraculously not only getting me back by the end but also winning me over. I found myself enjoying the first 30 or so minutes (several silly 70s dance routines certainly helped), not liking where this was going in the middle and finally absolutely loving where they finally went with everything they'd already set up... even the stuff I didn't like watching! You will need to patiently stick with this one through many bumps, detours, dull patches, red herrings and seemingly pointless story elements to experience the full joy of this little roller coaster of a giallo. Thanks to a sharp script by the uber prolific Ernesto Gastaldi and “May” (Mahnahén) Velasco, how this manages to tie together the numerous characters and plot threads is rather ingenious. Not only will it please fans of Italian thrillers, but it also touches base with exploitation fans. There's at least one very gory knife murder and lots of long, lingering shots of the leading lady wearing a fine selection of bikinis, lingerie or sheer clothing (or nothing at all).



Navarro married Ercoli a year after this was made, starred in five of the eight films he directed and remained married to him until his death in 2015. Reportedly, the director bowed out of show business in the late 70s after inheriting a fortune from a relative. Navarro, on the other hand, would make occasional appearances in sleazy films until the early 90s even though she probably didn't have to. Co-star Wolff, a winner of several Best Actor awards while a theater student at UCLA, decided to take Roger Corman's advice and attempt a career in Europe after a lack of success in the States. He ended up becoming a well-known star in Italy; appearing in numerous hit spaghetti westerns and thrillers. In 1971, the same year this was released, he committed suicide in the bathtub of a hotel. I've not seen much of his work thus far, but he gives a devilishly good performance in this one. The score is by Stelvio Cipriani, who did the music for several hundred (!) Euro exploitation films.



Never released theatrically here in the U.S. and completely missing out on the whole 80s and 90s VHS cycle entirely, this wouldn't see the light of day here until the 2006 No Shame DVD release. In the UK, both this and Ercoli's follow-up Death Walks at Midnight (1972), which features many of the same actors as this one, were released in a box set called “Death Walks Twice” by Arrow Video.

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