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Wednesday, July 12, 2023

It! The Terror from Beyond Space (1958)

After the first manned Mars expedition crashes down on the planet, a rescue ship commanded by Colonel Van Heusen (Kim Spalding) is sent to rescue any survivors. There is only one member of the first flight left alive, its commander Colonel Edward Carruthers (Marshall Thompson). Carruthers tells a somewhat wild tale about his men and himself having been attacked by some sort of creature, but Van – as everyone calls him - is utterly convinced Carruthers somehow managed to murder all nine of his colleagues to stretch his food rations from one year to ten. He’s so convinced of Carruthers’ guilt, Van has already ordered an instant court martial back on Earth for the man.

Not all of the rest of Van’s crew is quite as convinced of Carruthers’ guilt as their boss is, but believing the man or not isn’t going to be much of a question very soon, for the monster that killed the first expedition has managed to sneak on board the ship and is now using the time until they can land on Earth to make a meal out of the new load of Earthlings.

A rather more obvious influence on the tone and structure of Alien than the A.E. Van Vogt story that film supposedly ripped off, this is one of the very best works of multi-genre low budget director for hire Edward L. Cahn. It has a tight, mostly clever script by Jerome Bixby that makes much of the claustrophobic (and cheap) spaceship location this nearly completely takes place in, understands and applies concepts of suspense and escalation, and doesn’t spend too much time on the horrors of 50s SF romance.

Atypical for a 50s low budget movie, there seems to have been quite a bit of care spent on the look of the production, aiming for the sort of work-a-day future that would only really start to dominate science fiction films for a time beginning in the second half of the 70s – I’d even see Star Wars as part of this lived-in look. It is still a cheap 50s SF horror movie in technical look and feel, but one that puts visible thought and effort into making things feel real.

The monster suit – by AIP stalwart Paul Blaisdell – is a good example for this as well: while it certainly never looks real (most probably also never looked real to a contemporary audience), it has more weight and design sense than you’d usually see in this sort of thing, turning it into a much more believable presence and menace. It does help that Cahn makes quite a bit of use of shadows and half shadows when showing it, not exactly hiding its weaknesses but making it at once more plausible and more menacing.

Generally, Cahn works a lot more with expressive light and shadow than you’d expect when you’ve seen some of his AIP movies, generally keeping things visually interesting and atmospheric. Here, he also shows a hand for simple yet striking effects work: the EVA scene for example may be realized in quite an obvious manner, yet it never feels goofy or too old-fashioned to work.

Apart from being tight and effective, there are also some moments here that can at least be read as attempts at further depth. At least, if you squint in just the right way, you might read the film’s treatment of the increasingly unhinged Van as a tacit, practical criticism of the kind of square-jawed know-it-all manliness 50s science fiction loved even more than other genres did, with the less obviously manly Carruthers who is allowed to fear and be troubled by things but then proceeds to make the right decisions presented as the more human as well as more effective alternative. Let’s just keep away from the film’s gender politics, where the main roles of the female crew members appear to be bringing coffee and presenting emotional-sexual support. There’s an astonishing amount of massaging and hand-holding of sick men that’s more than a little perturbing to modern eyes. Nursing practices really have changed rather a lot, apparently.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Bog (1978/1983)

Somewhere in the provincial wilds of Wisconsin there's a nameless, boggy lake. Under its surface dwells the most amazing of creatures - a beautiful (your ideas of beauty may vary) swamp monster. The monster - let's call it Elroy - spends most of his time sleeping, when he's not injecting the local swamp hag (Gloria DeHaven) with his blood to make her his willing sex slave (well, as far as a PG rating allows, which isn't all that far). Elroy, who failed at evolution, can only procreate with the help of a female human, you see.

One sunny day, a backwoods fisher wakes the poor dear through his misuse of dynamite, making for a pissed off monster and a dead fisherman. As luck will have it, no sooner is the man dead (and his blood sucked, in case you were wondering), than two bitchily married couples arrive at Elroy's home for a fishing weekend.

All the bitching, drinking and noisy berating of partners seems to piss Elroy off even more (I'd say he's not feministically inclined). It doesn't take long until the women fishers are also sucked dry, while their husbands suddenly feel the barbaric urge to buy really big guns and shoot themselves a monster. These two yahoos shouldn't be too much of a problem for a real monster like El, but the local police under Sheriff Rydholm (Aldo Ray, who else?) is a completely different story.

With the scientific help of (and I quote) "local sawbones" Dr. Wednesday (Marshall Thompson - good Lord, is there a retirement home for aging B-Movie heroes around!?) and Ginny Glenn (Gloria DeHaven, in a double role without any discernible reason), a scientist from the conveniently situated local marine research lab, we soon learn all there is to learn about the monster, namely that it's a relation of Animal-Vegetable-Mineral Man, just with cancer cells instead of the vegetable part, a proboscis for sucking blood and other stuff (some part of it is made of tungsten???) that doesn't make any sense.

After some (useless) fun with explosives, a middle-aged love interlude and a few more deaths, our scientific scientists finally develop a method to catch the monster. They build a Blood Scent Generator (TM, I suppose) to lure poor Elroy out and mistreat him with fire extinguishers until he drops down unconscious. Alas, not every old movie hand will survive this little escapade!

Having caught the true hero of the film with still nearly twenty minutes of runtime to fill, what better way to do this than by flying in ichthyologist John Warner (Leo Gordon!) - just to sprout a little more "scientific" nonsense.

If you paid attention you might have noticed that a) the monster is still alive and b) Elroy hasn't abducted a female cast member yet. I think you can draw your own conclusions about what will happen next.

After the mainstream and the producers of B grade schlock had deserted the traditional American cheap monster movie with a guy in an even cheaper monster suit sub-sub-genre, it was time for the heroic efforts of local filmmakers to fill in the hole AIP left in our hearts. Often, this lead to films with merits even more dubious than the merits of the worst of early Roger Corman, but from time to time it gifted us (slimy, stinking) pearls like Bog. Now I'm not saying Bog is a good movie (although I kinda do, because I kinda think so). It's just an absolutely perfect specimen of its kind (at least as perfect as Elroy).

Bog's awesomeosity, let me count your ways:

  1. Terrible cheesy theme song, that has nothing to do with the film? Check.
  2. A monster suit so ugly you'll see more frightening things on Halloween (even in Germany)? Check.
  3. "Science" that even I know is oh-so-wrong? (Also, science that lets a bunch of dead scientist rotate in their graves so heartily that the Earth's roation itself is changing?) Check.
  4. Dialogue so phony you can't help but admire the actors for not giggling? Check.
  5. "Acting"? Check.
  6. Plotting written with two "d" and making no damn sense at all? Check.
  7. More local colour than you can shake a (swampy, slimy) stick at? Also, offensive backwoods people clichés and sudden appearance of not racistically written black person? Double check!

If you need more reasons to not walk, but run, to the nearest den of iniquity that sells films like this, I'm not just not able to help you anymore, I'm frankly not willing!