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Psychoses are a tricky subject. When presented on film, people who suffer from this rarely get the politically correct treatment. Their portrayal tends to fall into one of two categories: the family of diverse, kindhearted kooks of a psychiatric facility (Girl, Interupted, The Princess and the Warrior, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest) or the solo psycho on the verge of -or in the midst of- a killing spree (Maniac, Pieces, Psycho). Sometimes the two are even combined (Don’t Look in the Basement). Few films venture out of these stereotypes, and even fewer horror films.
Although the films of this entry tend to gravitate near the solo psycho and the sympathetic clan of crazies categories -not to mention playing fast-and-loose with political correctness- they still manage break out of the box in they portrayals of psychiatric disorders.
Regular readers of Blood on a Budget (all three of you) will have probably noticed that I like to focus each entry on a subject that unites both films covered. However, some movies don’t quite fit alongside others in neat categories, and thus are doomed to fester in the BoaB vaults until the day I find a match.
To start the year off on the right foot, I’ve thrown away the theme for this entry in order to exhume some of the more dustier submissions, and in doing so, accidentally picked two that oddly fit together.
It’s hard to think of Christmas nowadays without the commercialism rampant in the holiday. Not so much the carols that play in malls or the schmaltzy TV ads – those are easily avoided – but what gets me down is the stress of having to find everyone I’m related to some sort of gift, no matter how thoughtless. In turn, I’m going to be receiving a ton of stuff I don’t need or want, that some relation has stressed over getting for me. Instead we could all be spending that energy enjoying the holiday-themed horror this fantastic genre has to offer.
Luckily, I did get a chance to check out a sample of this year’s festive frugal frights. They don’t quite measure up to last year’s Cadaver Christmas, but these flicks still rank among my favourite gifts of the year.
Dustin Mills and James Bressack are two of the most prolific filmmakers in the indie horror scene today. In 2013 alone they’ve each written, directed and released four films, lent a hand in making several others, and are already working on a couple upcoming projects.
Over the past year these two have quickly become Blood on a Budget favourites. The films featured in this entry are the most recent releases by Mills and Bressack, each hinting at a hopeful future for these ambitious DIY horror hounds.
Unlike the baby boomer monster kids who grew up watching classic Universal Monster movies, my generation, the slasher spawn, grew up watching, well, slashers. Instead of having nightmares of Frankenstein’s Monster, Dracula or the Wolfman, it was Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees who haunted my subconscious. I remember the night I first saw The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, I wasn’t able to sleep, because every time I closed my eyes I would imagine Leatherface’s ugly mug staring at me.
It’s maybe a form of Stockholm syndrome, but despite these movies scaring the hell out of me as a kid, I can’t help but get a warm, fuzzy feeling – or a cold, sharp feeling – when I watch a slasher movie. It’s because of this mental deficiency that the slasher film is my favourite kind of horror movie.
With Hallowe’en approaching faster than a running zombie, and the beauty of the summer dying off into winter, I thought it appropriate to dedicate this BoaB to the undying homicidal villains and the fiendish films they inhabit.
Unlike heavy-hitting omnibuses such as Creepshow and V/H/S, there often aren’t any cohesive themes or strong through-lines that unite the tales in no-budget anthologies. Often they feel like a handful of unrelated shorts slapped together – and admittedly, they usually are. But unlike the high-profile concept pieces, the more frugal films exude a certain camaraderie.
The D.I.Y. horror community are a highly supportive lot. You often see the names of directors popping up in each other’s films, filling random roles, lending a hand, or just being thanked. The no-budget anthology is always a great thing to watch, as directors, writers and actors all work together to get their work seen and noticed. They may not have the polish of the big boys, but they have far more heart than any mainstream terror treasury.
When used in horror as either victims or killers, children – second only to puppies and kitties in innocence – are a great way to evoke some very uncomfortable fear. Countless films, such as Village of the Damned and Who Can Kill a Child, have done a fantastic job of freaking us all out by turning wide-eyed babes into dangerous little devils.
While horror’s killer kiddies are a pretty even gender mix, females of the species tend to make up the majority of pint-sized victims: Don’t be Afraid of the Dark, The Last Exorcism, Silent Hill, Dark Water, and the list goes on. It seems likely that this is based on an ingrained sentiment in western society that a daughter is the purest of the pure and in the most need of protection, therefore putting them in constant danger is a surefire way to elicit a response from the viewer.
The two films in this entry are twists on the daughter-victim trope that both play into it, and subvert it as well. The first casts its kid as both victim and antagonist simultaneously, and the second has its daughter be the impetus of the action but keeps her mostly absent from the film. Although their budgets are a little higher than regular BoaB fare, these titles are still fiercely independent productions that deserve a watch.
I’m sure many of you are familiar with The Black Museum, but for those that aren’t (and should be), this ingenious undertaking, curated by Rue Morgue contributors Andrea Subissati and Paul Corupe, is a lecture series devoted to the scholarly side of scary things. Past seasons have mostly concentrated on film, with subjects ranging from zombies, to parallel realities, to Bigfoot; in its third semester The Black Museum is broadening its horrific horizons to touch on Halloween costumes, soundtracks and even video games.
It has come to my attention recently that Blood on a Budget has been enjoying its new home online for over a year. It’s been roughly fourteen months since BoaB began infecting the internet with the best, the worst and the mediocre of low budget, no budget and D.I.Y. independent horror, and it’s not going away anytime soon.
What better way to celebrate this milestone than with a duo of disturbing and frugal fright flicks that will satisfy any sicko’s thirst for blood. Movies so bloody, they even have “blood” in the title.
I watched them, and now you get to read about them.
According to their mission statement, the Detroit Underground Film Festival is “a celebration of cinema’s unsung vanguard.” Only in its second year, the Detroit Underground Film Festival (or DUFF) is a “three-day pressure cooker” of independent, alternative and mostly disturbing movies. Boasting an impressive past line-up including The Manson Family, Rubber’s Lover, Last House on Dead End Street and Schramm: Into the Mind of a Serial Killer, DUFF is back again this Thursday, August 22 to add a little more depravity to Detroit, with screenings of off-kilter classics including Mutilation Man and Street Trash; recent oddities such as Spidarlings and Wire Boy; and a mini-retrospective of creepy cult filmmaker Damon Packard.
I got in touch with DUFF founder Drew Boggemes, to talk about this up-and-coming festival, and why one should make their way to Michigan immediately to catch this year’s edition.
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