As we regular viewers of things like them know, horror anthologies are often
a bit of a mixed bag, never more so than when they operate like The Field
Guide to Evil does and bring together thematically linked short features
from different directors. In The Field Guide’s case, these directors
are also from different countries and apparently found themselves tasked with
making movies based on the ghosts and ghoulies of local folklore, so the tonal
connection is often loose to non-existent.
That’s not much of a problem for me, for a collection of eight interesting
short films isn’t anything to sneer at, and giving money to filmmakers that
wouldn’t necessarily make shorts anymore is a thing to praise. Stylistically,
most of the segments come down on the more artsy side of genre filmmaking, which
isn’t much of a surprise given the involvement of directors like Peter
Strickland (of Berberian Sound Studio fame), Agnieszka Smoczynska
(The Lure), or Can Evrenol (Baskin). These are not the kind of
directors you go to when you want to make a bro horror anthology in the spirit
of the VHS films. I’m quite happy with that, though I have to admit
this does result in a film that’s very uneven in tone and style, which may be
weakness to some viewers but a strength to others.
My personal favourites are the first tale, “Die Trud”, as directed by
Austrian filmmakers Veronika Franz and Severin Fiala, that recommends itself as
a fantastic example of how to do the supernatural as metaphor right, while
also hitting my personal sweet spot by being in mood and style a lot like an
Austrian version of The Witch, creating a very deft picture of
a specific time and place, as well as containing a pretty great looking
monster.
Then there’s Can Evrenol’s “Al Karisi” that shares the same nightmarish
quality that made his feature Baskin so impressive, expressing a young
woman’s anxiety about pregnancy, child rearing, loneliness and loss of identity
via a goat-based demon that is as bizarre as it is disturbing.There are, by the
way, quite a few goats in the film.
Equally nightmarish is Smoczynska’s “The Kindler and the Virgin”, that takes
the more unappetizing elements of a traditional folk tale, puts them into a
drily funny (but not comedic) short film, adds some acerbic social
commentary and some appropriate imagery and is over so quickly I found myself a
bit stunned by it all.
Also lovely in a completely different way is Strickland’s entry “The
Cobbler’s Lot”, which takes the most fucked-up version of a traditional
fairy-tale (and those can get pretty messed-up if you read beyond children’s
books), adds more foot fetishism, shoes made out of human skin and sexuality
expressed through dance, and then films it in a mock silent-movie style (with
sound effects). It’s the sort of thing that will probably have some people
mumbling something about pretentiousness, but to me, style and content fit
together here rather more comfortably than I would have expected and are
certainly doing right by the Weirdness of folklore and fairy tales.
I didn’t connect as well with the other short films in here – and frankly
have no idea what was going on in Yannis Veslemes’s “Whatever Happened to
Panagas the Pagan?” – but that’s probably more on account of personal taste than
them being objectively weaker, so I found myself still rather satisfied with the
film as a whole. It is, to emphasize it again, really meant for people who enjoy
art house horror, so just don’t go in expecting something more mainstream in its
sensibilities.
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Three Spectacular Films Make a Post: Dive Beneath The Surface
The Lure aka Córki dangingu (2015): Apart
from the bare facts, Agnieszka Smoczynska’s film is one of those films which
should be watched rather than written up. Fortunately, the basic facts should
make this one enticing to exactly the sort of people who will enjoy it. So let’s
just say this is a modern Polish retelling of the tale of the little mermaid as
a musical taking place in a sleazy nightclub, with some fantastic musical
numbers, eye-popping and often deep production design, some gore, nudity both
sexy and grotesque, incredible acting particularly by mermaids Marta Mazurek and
Michalina Olsuanska, one eye for the tragic and the other eye for the comical,
feminist undertones carried by a director who somehow makes this stuff look like
an aesthetic whole. If that sounds like the sort of thing you like, this is
going to be a thing you adore. I, at least, found myself like that living cliché
– the viewer glued to the screen.
The Love Witch (2016): Anna Biller’s rather more obviously feminist film using the perfectly emulated and enhanced ideal of late 60s/early 70s exploitation movies to explore concepts of love, desire, the male and female gaze in practice, and the pressures of societal expectations on women via the murderous adventures of one Elaine (Samantha Robinson) and her habit to first magically seduce and then murder men when they can’t live up to her (or really, her society’s) ideals of love or manliness would probably make a fantastic double feature, seeing as it shares The Lure’s deep aesthetic unity, though its aesthetics are very different ones. Both films also share the fact that they’re pretty incredible in a every respect.
I say the film emulates and enhances the ideal of the exploitation movies whose model it uses, but really, no actual exploitation movie ever looked this consciously constructed, seldom this intense in their use of colours, this intoxicatingly beautiful. Nor did these films usually use their slightly off acting styles as intelligent as lead Samantha Robinson and the rest of the cast do here. If that (and some of the reception) make the film sound insufferably camp – it isn’t insufferable all. There’s irony, there’s distance, but this is a film that is serious about its aesthetics and its message even though it also can see the joke in the former; it’s just not actually joking about it.
All the President’s Men (1976): Saying that the most famous film of Alan J. Pakula’s paranoia trilogy is a timely film to watch is so obvious I’m a bit embarrassed to even have mentioned it. However, it stands to mention how downright optimistic the film looks from today, seeing as it does suggest people in power will actually eventually be held accountable one way or the other, and features at least parts of the free press actually interested in truth more than access to the political feedings trough.
On the filmmaking side, it’s a brilliant film, calmly told, with an undertone of dread under the surface of an investigative tale that meets its audience at eye level and clearly has no doubt viewers will be able to follow it, without feeling the need to exposit or over-explain, or to add much overt drama to the proceedings, because all that’s in the story if you care to look closely. Add performances of Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman (who wins at reaction shots) in their prime and a delightful turn by Jason Robards and you have a pretty damn perfect film.
The Love Witch (2016): Anna Biller’s rather more obviously feminist film using the perfectly emulated and enhanced ideal of late 60s/early 70s exploitation movies to explore concepts of love, desire, the male and female gaze in practice, and the pressures of societal expectations on women via the murderous adventures of one Elaine (Samantha Robinson) and her habit to first magically seduce and then murder men when they can’t live up to her (or really, her society’s) ideals of love or manliness would probably make a fantastic double feature, seeing as it shares The Lure’s deep aesthetic unity, though its aesthetics are very different ones. Both films also share the fact that they’re pretty incredible in a every respect.
I say the film emulates and enhances the ideal of the exploitation movies whose model it uses, but really, no actual exploitation movie ever looked this consciously constructed, seldom this intense in their use of colours, this intoxicatingly beautiful. Nor did these films usually use their slightly off acting styles as intelligent as lead Samantha Robinson and the rest of the cast do here. If that (and some of the reception) make the film sound insufferably camp – it isn’t insufferable all. There’s irony, there’s distance, but this is a film that is serious about its aesthetics and its message even though it also can see the joke in the former; it’s just not actually joking about it.
All the President’s Men (1976): Saying that the most famous film of Alan J. Pakula’s paranoia trilogy is a timely film to watch is so obvious I’m a bit embarrassed to even have mentioned it. However, it stands to mention how downright optimistic the film looks from today, seeing as it does suggest people in power will actually eventually be held accountable one way or the other, and features at least parts of the free press actually interested in truth more than access to the political feedings trough.
On the filmmaking side, it’s a brilliant film, calmly told, with an undertone of dread under the surface of an investigative tale that meets its audience at eye level and clearly has no doubt viewers will be able to follow it, without feeling the need to exposit or over-explain, or to add much overt drama to the proceedings, because all that’s in the story if you care to look closely. Add performances of Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman (who wins at reaction shots) in their prime and a delightful turn by Jason Robards and you have a pretty damn perfect film.
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