Stars: 5 of 5.
Running Time: 95 minutes.
Notable Cast or Crew: Sam Neill (THE PIANO, JURASSIC PARK), Julie Carmen (THE MILAGRO BEANFIELD WAR, Tarantino's epiosde of ER), Frances Bay (BLUE VELVET, TWIN PEAKS: FIRE WALK WITH ME), John Glover (52 PICK-UP, THE EVIL THAT MEN DO), Jürgen Prochnow (DAS BOOT, BODY OF EVIDENCE), Bernie Casey (REVENGE OF THE NERDS, SHARKY'S MACHINE), Peter Jason (PRINCE OF DARKNESS, THEY LIVE), Charlton Heston, David Warner (MY BEST FRIEND IS A VAMPIRE, TRON).
Tag-line: "Lived Any Good Books Lately?"
Best one-liner: "You're my mommy. Know what today is? Today is Mommy's Day!"
"What about the people who don't read?" –"There's a movie." IN THE
MOUTH OF MADNESS is the last great horror movie
of the 1980's (yes, I’m aware it was made in 1994). It's the sort
of film that deserves a rightful place in the critical canon, yet was perhaps too intricate, too esoteric, or too labyrinthine for mass consumption. The visuals are sharp, glossy, and atmospheric, whether depicting an unearthly New England town on the cusp
of autumn:
or a foreboding, black Byzantine church rising from the earth like a Stygian fist.
H.P. Lovecraft and his Cthulhu mythos are a point
of departure (and the source of many a reference), but the film bursts with tropes from film noir (an insurance investigator, interrogational storytelling, and plenty
of smoking), Philip K. Dick (mindfucks and illusions within delusions abound- "Reality isn't what it used to be"), and Stephen King (maybe it took a film with no concrete relation to any King story to perfectly nail the man's vibe!).
Most
of the film's success rests upon Sam Neill's capable shoulders, and he remains entirely connected to the role whether he’s a debonair contrarian or a deranged head case.
AWWW, SHIIIIIT
We're afforded bold glimpses
of the monsters Lovecraft deemed "indescribable," and Neill captures the ineffable dread
of one's mind recoiling in terror at the sight
of said monsters.
Jürgen "Did I ever tell you my favorite color was blue?" Prochnow IS Sutter Cane- bringing the ideal balance to a character who is equal parts bestsellin' hack and Judas to the human race.
The supporting roles are quite vivid, as well: an incomparable, twitchy John Glover:
Talk about the lunatics running the asylum! One of the greats.
a stately, grim David Warner:
David Warner- always a class act.
a likable, bewildered Bernie Casey; a gruffly fraudulent Peter Jason; and a charmingly off-kilter Frances Bay.
Frances Bay- she's the terrifying Grandma you always secretly wished you had.
This film takes us deep into the abyss- an endless, repeating chain
of psychosis and decay- and forces us to look again and again, as if we were a playing card trapped in a bicycle wheel or a blade fused to a creaky, rusty windmill.
And the end- if we can call it that- strikes the perfect note
of senseless absurdity. We’re left with no alternative other than to sit in the darkness, cackling at our own foolishness.
PFFFFFT!
Five stars.
-Sean Gill