Inert werewolf hysterics

 THE FURY OF THE WOLFMAN (1972)

Endured by Jerry Saravia

"The Fury of the Wolfman" seems to have been cobbled together on a single weekend. It is a horror film about a werewolf yet nothing in it screams horror - it is more of a study in how to make a werewolf film seem as inert and incoherent as possible. 

Paul Naschy (who has played a werewolf in several films) is Waldermar Daninsky, a professor bitten by a Yeti in Tibet. Right there, you lost me, a Yeti in Tibet? Waldermar divulges this information to a colleague, the mysterious Dr. Illona Ellman (Perla Cristal), who should tell this man to seek professional help. It turns out she is a nutty high priestess involved in Dr. Moreau-like experiments using humans as guinea pigs inside a castle. Adding more trouble than it is worth to Daninsky, he finds out through a written note that his wife is having an affair (and the two lovers have messed with Daninsky's car brakes)! As the wolfman, he finds the couple and chews out their necks! Then we are back to the castle where it seems to be populated by 1960's hippies who are feeling free to have sex on concrete tables! One guy wears a pale mask and a cape, seemingly a "Phantom of the Opera"-type and we get guys dressed in suits of armor pretending to be still and attacking women doctors. This might be the first werewolf film I've also seen where the hairy guy is accidentally electrocuted.

Naschy has probably more charisma than anyone else in this movie but he can barely exploit it. I started to lose interest when he and another pretty female doctor roam around the castle for an eternity - they can't find a way out so they have sex in an isolated room (sex scenes were incongruously added later). "The Fury of the Wolfman" is a good movie if you are trying to catch up on your sleep. 

Bloody Desert Massacres

 THE HILLS HAVE EYES (1977) and

 THE HILLS HAVE EYES PART II (1985)

Two horror films that couldn't be further apart by Jerry Saravia

There is a fundamental rawness and ferocity to Wes Craven's "The Hills Have Eyes" that few other 1970's grungy, 16mm horror flicks don't quite match (the exception being "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre"). It is in-your-face and not much fun, but it is not supposed to be a joyful romp through the desert area where weapons testing occurs. Follow the road directions and don't go astray. Boy, nobody ever listens to the gas station attendant. 

"The Hills Have Eyes" has a tight-knit family stranded in the middle of the desert with a broken-down station wagon and a camper. The patriarch of this family is retired policeman, Bob Carter (Russ Grieve), his dutiful wife (Virginia Vincent), and their daughters, one a little wild (Susan Lanier) and the other somewhat quiet (Dee Wallace), with their corresponding husbands. There also two endlessly barking German Shepherds, one named appropriately Beast and the other is named Beauty. The slim plot has Bob wanting to visit a silver mine he inherited but why it is so close to a government-sanctioned site with flyover Air Force jets, I can't say. Before you know it, the hills have a disgusting cannibal family who soon begin to prey on and attack the family. 

"The Hills Have Eyes" is unnerving throughout with the unsuspecting family members getting picked off, one by one. The assault in the camper approaches the brutality of Wes Craven's earlier "Last House on the Left" and you just can't wait for these demonic savages to get their just deserts (one of them includes the iconic Michael Berryman with a face and brow sure to produce chills on any viewer). Beast becomes something of a heroic dog and the ending with its crimson-colored freeze frame suggests that sometimes the evil is inside all of us when it comes to savage violence.

The 1985 sequel is unintentionally funny and rather toned-down from the viciousness of the original. It opens with a title crawl that reminds one of "Texas Chain Saw Massacre" and uses flashbacks of the original film through the eyes of Bobby Carter (one of the surviving members of the original film and played again by Robert Houston). Another flashback is, are you ready, shown from the point-of-view of the dog Beast! Now Bobby had apparently married the helpful, frightened feral girl of the cannibal family, Ruby (Janus Blythe), from the original film and here was the opportunity to have her deal with her family from the hills. The problem is that Michael Berryman returns as her knife-wielding brother, Pluto (whom I thought was dead in the original), and there is a gargantuan-sized new member known as the Reaper, and that's all folks. All families eventually break apart I guess and Ruby never gets even with either cannibal. The victims are some racing drivers and their girlfriends in a red bus, this time, and they stop but the bus never actually breaks down! So everyone decides they need gas and stupidly investigate a compound of ramshackle homes with a mine shaft and a refrigerator that looks like the gateway to Hell.

The original film is often unyieldingly sickening yet it pulsates with raw power. Craven's needless and purposeless sequel should be long forgotten. I sense that even Beast will not have a flashback to this forgettable mess.

Horror on the margins of a religious community

 DEADLY BLESSING (1981)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

Wes Craven's "Deadly Blessing" appears to be about a religious community in rural Pennsylvania who have strict rules, namely they do not consort or conversate with non-religious members. In this world, the group are the Hittites who, in one hilarious dialogue bit, "make the Amish look like swingers."  The Hittites refer to women outside their group as the incubus. Ouch. Might have been better off calling this devout religious group the Hutterites who, unlike the Hittites, actually live in some U.S. states but I digress.

I had a jolly good time at first seeing Michael Berryman ("The Hills Have Eyes") appear as some man-child of the Hittites who is something of a pervert, looking into a woman's bedroom window and watching her disrobe. In fact, I wondered if this movie would become a psychological portrait of how religion bleeds in a community where some members become curious of those who do not follow any sect - people living by their rules and moral code. I digress again because, before you figure out how to pronounce Hittite, there is a murder by a John Deere tractor! The male character killed is Jim (Douglas Barr), an ex-Hittite, living with his wife Martha, in a house with an outside sign that reads "Our Blessing." When Martha finds her husband dead, she is the sole person to attend the funeral with the Hittites observing on a farm hill. Ernest Borgnine plays the patriarch and sermonizer of the Hittites who hates and demonizes anyone who leaves the group and consorts with non-members. That still leaves Berryman as the man-child who is killed not even halfway through the film, though he's not denounced but there is the matter of his missing shoe. We are saddled with Maren Jensen (in her last film role) as Martha who doesn't seem to grieve much - she invites her old pals for a week to her home. One of them is Sharon Stone, in her stunningly sultry debut, who has a sleepy gaze throughout that is rather enthralling to me because it is, well, Sharon Stone. Jeff East is also on hand as a blonde Hittite who starts to cast doubts about religion infecting his life and his potential new bride and seeking, you know, intimate relations.  

"Deadly Blessing" has a good story that is lost in translation. The film is far too inert and even in scare sequences where there is a hooded killer in a barn or elsewhere, it falls short of thrills or anything menacing. That is surprising coming from horror director Wes Craven who can rattle the nerves at his best and make you quake your boots. "Deadly Blessing's" horror is muted at best making one wish Craven made an entirely different, more dramatic movie. The religious fervor of the Hittites is personal for Craven but even the staging of said sermons and Borgnine's imposing presence are flat and insipid. The movie was shot in relatively one month and there is a studio-imposed supernatural finish that is plain dumb and counterproductive to what we have seen. It will be one more blessing in my moviegoing experiences if I never have to sit through this movie again.  

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 DIGGER (2026)

Endured by Jerry Saravia

The first major trailer for "Digger" was exciting and brash - a neo-political comedy on the order of Stanley Kubrick's "Dr. Strangelove." It appeared as if it had its satirical claws sharpened for the politics of the Trump era, a finite, blackly comical treatise of the current maddening zeitgeist. We still need a movie like that now, something to cause the earth to tip on its axis and wake us up. Alas, "Digger" is not that movie. Without revealing much here that may dampen one's feelings of what this movie could have been, "Digger" is an incessant bore of a movie, a slow walk to nothingness. It has a remarkable ending but the rest of the movie has crumbles of a broken narrative. 

I will give props to Tom Cruise, an actor who has appeared in a diverse set of films until he decided to return to "Mission: Impossible" and "Top Gun" franchises. Nothing wrong with that but Cruise always seemed to contain an edgy veneer that went beyond good looks and natural charisma - he was always the poster boy for sincerity. Other than his best performance in "Born on the Fourth of July," he has played up insincerity and plumbed deep into those waters with "Magnolia" and "Eyes Wide Shut" (and let's not forget his hilarious turn in "Tropic Thunder.") In "Digger," he's a billionaire oil tycoon who cares more about his dying cat than the catastrophic drilling for oil in Greenland and Alaska with the approval and help of sickly, cancer-ridden President Compson (an emaciated John Goodman who is possibly the best thing about this movie). Apparently, due to methane warnings about drilling that this mega billionaire could barely give a lick about, an explosion in the icy terrain of Greenland has caused an ice shelf the size of Maryland to break away and result in major flooding in Europe. Later on, another floating ice shelf the size of Boston is ready to strike Alaska! What can be done about this flooding? Sadly not much except that Digger's own Dr. Nirav Ganesh (Riz Ahmed, a balanced comical performance), an environmental safety chief, is on hand to speak to Parliament about the nitty-gritty truth of this disaster. Then Digger does his bit to speak to them about the real real truth - everyone wants oil and they want him to drill. Um, sure, that is a point to be made but not a very salient one.

I can't reveal too much about "Digger" and some of its surprises except that they do not add up to much. Its plot developments that enter the meta phase deter from the overall impact that I think director Alejandro Iñárritu was aiming for. The movie could have gone for broke and truly nailed the very zeitgeist we are in, to make the audience angry with serious commentary embellished by black humor. What we get is a sick cat, a one-note and wearying performance by Tom Cruise, and monotonous shaping of scenes that reiterate the same token phrases and ideas. As I mentioned before, "Digger" has a great ending but it belongs to a different, braver and more articulate movie.