Scenes from the Overlook

Darling

by Hope Madden

Long on style, short on plot, Mickey Keating’s Darling benefits from meticulous sound design, craftful framing, a strong lead performance, and your patience.

Darling – the closest thing to a name we ever get for the film’s lead – will be caretaker for the oldest brownstone in town. The enigmatic mistress of the house, played with icy skill by Sean Young, shouldn’t even be telling the new caretaker about the troubles with the last girl…

Yes, this sounds familiar, but Keating is not attempting to hide from comparisons to Stanley Kubrick’s 1980 classic The Shining. From Darling’s insistent score to its long, narrow hallways and more, this film embraces and celebrates its Overlook inspiration.

The tale itself is nothing if not artfully ambiguous. Darling’s descent into madness begins within moments of the fade in, and Keating’s screen titled chaptering (Chapter 1: Her; Chapter 2: Invocation; etc.) draws conspicuous attention to one way to read his film – as that of a house haunting its guest. Or was the guest mad all the while? Are there demons afoot, or did Darling bring the crazy with her?

This waffling between what may be happening onscreen works as well as it does because of the pliability of Keating’s lead, Lauren Ashley Carter (The Woman). Carter carries the film in its entirety with a performance that oscillates between wide-eyed terror and brittle rage. It’s an impressive turn from a performer who is becoming a true genre talent.

Carter and Keating mine the solo female going mad angle to conjure memories of Polanski’s Repulsion, and Carter’s unreliable point of view character rings a few of the same notes as Debra Kerr’s letter perfect performance in 1961’s The Innocents.

If atmosphere and style aren’t enough to carry a film for you, however, Darling will wear thin. Keating feels no compulsion to satisfy your curiosity, nearly overwhelming his film in ambiguities.

Stylish, visually resplendent in black and white, though not especially satisfying, Darling is more of an introduction to two strong new voices in the genre – Keating and Carter – than a memorable horror effort, but it’s definitely worth a look.

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To Hell and Back

Baskin

by Hope Madden

“Hell is not a place you see. You carry Hell with you at all times.”

Cheery stuff, that! If you’ve ever wondered what hell might look like, first time feature director Can Evrenol has some ideas to share. They are vivid. You’ll swear they even have an odor.

Evrenol’s Baskin is a loose, dreamily structured descent into that netherworld in the company of a 5-man Turkish police unit. (Baskin is Turkish for “police raid.”) The serpentine sequencing of events evokes a dream logic that gives the film an inescapable atmosphere of dread, creepily underscored by its urgent synth score.

We are trapped along with this group of somewhat detestable, somewhat sympathetic men as they respond to a call for backup in an “off the map” nearby area. What they find is deeply disturbing.

Unless you really like frogs. If so, then – hooray! Frogs!

The rest of it, though? Horrifying.

Evrenol’s imagery is morbidly amazing. Much of it only glimpsed, most of it left unarticulated, but all of it becomes that much more disturbing for its lack of clarity.

The cast is uniformly solid with the exception of Mehmet Cerrahoglu, who may leave you speechless. The director has taken to calling him the new Michael Berryman – a name genre fans will recall as the haunting, hulking, hairless menace in Wes Craven’s The Hills Have Eyes and their nightmares.

Cerrahoglu’s remarkable presence authenticates the hellscape of these characters’ descent. Evrenol’s imaginative set design and wise lighting choices envelope Cerrahoglu, his writhing followers, and his victims in a bloody horror like little else in cinema.

There are moments when Baskin feels like a classier, more stylishly made Nightbreed, but there’s no camp factor here. Just a surreal exploration of the corruptibility of the human soul, and its final destination.

Baskin may infuriate viewers looking for a tidy package, and it may underwhelm gorehounds intrigued by reports of audience walk outs. Be that as it may, the film represents a vital new voice in the genre (Evrenol), not to mention a potentially iconic new face in horror and bad dreams (Cerrahoglu).

Video Massacre Volume 1 Comes to Gateway

If the title Video Massacre Volume 1 conjures the image of some Eighties VHS compilation of B-horror, then perfect. You’re ready for the viewing.

An assortment of 20 shorts filmed by Brooklyn filmmakers, the series boasts a nice mix of polish and camp, all surrounded by the joyously self-referential framing story of demon-ghost Belfy and the hostages he’s forcing to watch the shorts.

Humor – frequently of the toilet variety – gives the film its tone, and the individual shorts are sequenced to offer the experience a good pace. While a handful of the films feel too amateurish, most of them boast excellent production values. It’s clear these were made on tight budgets, but the filmmakers across the board know how to match cinematic technique to the tone of the short.

One animated piece and the fake trailer for “The Shitting” rank among the most entertaining, and two “experiments gone awry” efforts are the most fun. You can also expect a lot to go wrong in the woods.

More than anything, the film feels like a mash note to the genre, right down to the twist ending. (Pay close attention to the credits inside the film. Priceless!)

Join us as we host a Midwest premier of Video Massacre Volume 1 at Gateway Film Center this Saturday, 4/2, at 9:30pm and stick around after for a Q&A with some of the directors:

Grier Dill, director: Trashed, Fungus Adventure
Brett Glass & Grier Dill, director: Brood X
Brett Glass, director: frame story
Joseph Colmenero, director: The Coffin
Winnie Cheung, director: Exit Interview
Suzi Sadler, director: The Retreat
Cale Hughes, director: Jackolantern