Showing posts with label João Fernandes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label João Fernandes. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 6, 2022

CHILDREN OF THE CORN (1984)

 

(Director: Fritz Kiersch. Screenwriter: George Goldsmith, his work loosely based on Stephen King’s short story, republished in his NIGHT SHIFT anthology, 1978.)

 

Review

Gatlin, Nebraska, the early 1980s. One Sunday morning, during a “corn drought,” most of the kids kill the adults in town. This brief-segment event is narrated by a young boy (Job, shown later) after the fact.

October third, three years later. A doctor, Burt Stanton (Peter Horton, FADE TO BLACK, 1980), and Vicky Baxter (Linda Hamilton, THE TERMINATOR, 1984) a couple, drive to Seattle, Washington. They’re in day-bright Nebraska, near Gatlin, when a throat-slashed boy (Joseph, played by Jonas Marlowe) stumbles in front of Burt’s car—Burt can’t stop in time, he hits Joseph.

Burt and Vicky check the dead teenager, unaware that Joseph was fleeing the adult-murdering, corn god worshipping cult. Seeing Joseph’s non-vehicular (and fatal) wound, Burt places his corpse in the car trunk, intending to report the crime to the local authorities. The couple also doesn’t know they’re being observed, something revealed via killer-point-of-view (POV) shots—used throughout CHILDRENwhile trying-to-be-creepy choral music plays.

A series of cultic designs detour Vicky and Burt onto Gatlin’s eerie, seemingly deserted main street. The rest of CHILDREN is a series of frenetic cycles of life-and-death pursuits and confrontations between the Seattle-bound “outlanders” and faith-rabid Nebraskan youth—much of it fueled by menacing cultist Malachai Boardman (Courtney Gains), a kill-happy, scythe-wielding adolescent looking for the next “Blue Man” sacrifice in the cornfield where He Who Walks Behind the Rows overtly manifests Himself.

Loosely based on Stephen King’s tale of the same name* and shot in multiple locations in Iowa, CHILDREN is more upbeat and streamlined than its source tale, making it an almost generic terror flick, e.g., its loose-thread, scriptural reference to the Blue Man (whose real-world source should’ve been revealed in the film), as well as its altered, less-grim ending.

Not only that, CHILDREN, mostly suspenseless, is overlong—unfortunate, because CHILDREN’s source-story set-up is perfect for a tightly penned, B-movie-fun episode of TALES FROM THE CRYPT (1989-96), CREEPSHOW (2019-present) or shows of that ilk, where there’s enough time for King’s key source-tale backstory and the visual economy of an hourlong program.

Some genre-familiar viewers might take issue with its soundtrack, composed by Jonathan Elias (LEPRECHAUN 2, 1994)—though it sounds like he tried to imbue CHILDREN’s aural aspects with innocence and eeriness, overuse of its jump-scare motifs and constant OMEN-esque (1976) choral-lite lifts makes the film’s score come off as heavy-handed and distracting at times, perhaps further reflecting CHILDREN’s monetary constraints.

CHILDREN sports cheesy (even for back then) effects and minimal blood spatters (when more was realistically called for), something—like the rest of its qualities—are attributable to its budget being halved shortly before its cameras rolled. More-ambitious effects and set-pieces were planned, but when King (supposedly) demanded more money to put his name on the title, those scenes were abandoned prior to filming. I would’ve liked to see what FX artists Wayne Beauchamp (EXORCIST II: THE HERETIC, 1977, uncredited) and Eric Rumsey (PRAY FOR DEATH, 1985) could’ve done with more money.

One of the elements that has aged well with this film is its cinematography, provided by João Fernandes (THE PROWLER, 1981). His visual tones maintain the day-heat and nightfall of CHILDREN’s milieu; also, its set design (Cricket Rowland, TO LIVE AND DIE IN L.A., 1985) and art direction (Craig Stearns, THE BLOB, 1988) are particularly effective.

Other notable, effective cast members include:

Robby Kiger (THE MONSTER SQUAD, 1987) as Job, opening-segment narrator and one of the two kids who help the “outlanders”;

Annie Marie McEvoy (INVITATION TO HELL, 1984) as Sarah, who, blasphemously, draws her future-event visions, and also helps Burt and Vicky;

John Franklin (THE ADDAMS FAMILY, 1991) as Isaac Chroner, Gatlin’s iconic and eerie-faced cult leader;

John Philbin (THE RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD, 1985) as Amos Deigan, eager sacrifice for He Who Walks Behind the Rows;

and

character actor R.G. Armstrong (RACE WITH THE DEVIL, 1975) as Diehl, a gas station owner who directs Vicky and Burt to the safety of Hemmingford (“nineteen miles away”)—the same location that attracts, via dreams, many of the protagonists in King’s 1978 novel THE STAND.

Mitch Carter (THE FIRST POWER, 1990) lends his voice talent to CHILDREN as the over-the-top “Radio Preacher” Vicky and Burt mock, then dread.

Given its limitations, CHILDREN has fun B-flick parts, if you don’t expect much, don’t mind generic Eighties cheese, characters who won’t kill to save their own lives, and aren’t a book-to-film purist. I wouldn’t actively seek CHILDREN out, but it’s far from the worst King adaptation to grace the silver screen.

Nine sequels, starting with CHILDREN OF THE CORN II: THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE (1993), followed. A remake, also titled CHILDREN OF THE CORN, aired on stateside television on September 26, 2009, directed by Donald P. Borchers.

 

[*republished in King’s 1978 anthology NIGHT SHIFT]




Thursday, May 26, 2022

THE PROWLER (1981)

 

(a.k.a. ROSEMARY’S KILLER; a.k.a. THE GRADUATION; director/producer: Joseph Zito. Screenwriters: Glenn Leopold and Neal Barbera, with additional dialogue by Eric Lewald.)

 

Review

June 28, 1945. Avalon Bay, California. On lover’s lane, away from the “Class of ’45 Graduation Ball,” Francis Rosemary Chatham (Joy Glaccum) and her amorous new boyfriend are stabbed with a pitchfork by someone in a mask and military gear. A red rose is left in her hand. Their killer disappears─it’s thought that Francis’s war vet ex-boyfriend did the deed.

Thirty-five years to the date pass without a dance in Avalon, but the collegiate class of 1980 is getting theirs. Pam MacDonald, one of the graduates, helps set up the ball along with her friends. The night of the ball, a prowler in a nearby town has been reported, and Pam worries about her boyfriend (Deputy Mark London) who’s acting sheriff while his boss, George Fraser (Farley Granger, STRANGERS ON A TRAIN, 1951) goes on a fishing trip.

Murders begin immediately, committed by someone wearing the military garb and wielding weapons of the 1945 killer. This prowler also leaves roses in the hands of his female victims. Pam (Vicky Dawson) and Mark (Christopher Goutman) quickly realize what’s happening, although the shadowy slayer’s identity is a mystery. Suspects are everywhere, from the kind-of-goofy Otto to the unsettling, possible-puppet-master Major Chatham, father of killed-in-1945 Francis.

If you’re looking for a film with well-developed key characters (with their backstories and motives spoken aloud), this might not be a movie for you. If you’re looking for a film that gives you just enough─if you pay attention─information to suss out who’s likely done/doing what and why, PROWLER might be your slow-kill jam.

PROWLER, shot in Cape May, New Jersey, is solidly written and tightly edited, with a running time of eighty-nine minutes, many of its key terror shots reminiscent of FRIDAY THE 13th (1980), not necessarily a bad thing, as PROWLER has its own look and feel. (It was director Joseph Zito’s work on PROWLER that got him hired for FRIDAY THE 13th: THE FINAL CHAPTER, 1984.) Editor Joel Goodman’s choice cuts pace PROWLER’s dreamlike, gritty work in a suspenseful way, its distinctive mood aided by cinematographer João Fernandes’s intense use of light and shadow (Fernandes, billed as Raoul Lomas, was Zito’s cinematographer for FRIDAY THE 13th: THE FINAL CHAPTER, 1984). Composer Richard Einhorn’s effective, sometimes playful score brings together the best elements of Bernard Hermann’s PSYCHO (1960), Harry Manfredini’s FRIDAY THE 13th (1980), and other terror flick scores without ripping them off. And Tom Savini’s FX, occasionally over-the-top, complement the overall feel of the film and add to the brutish nature of the spree killer’s (or spree killers’) deeds.

Among its notable players: a frail-looking and barely seen Lawrence Tierney (BORN TO KILL, 1947) as the wheelchair-bound Major Chatham; Cindy Weintraub (HUMANOIDS FROM THE DEEP, 1980) as Lisa, Pam’s flirtatious friend; and Thom Bray (PRINCE OF DARKNESS, 1987) as Ben, one of the graduate-boyfriends.

This deep-dive into multilayered horror (a ghostly town, PTSD, etc.) is especially dark and distinctive, from its dirty realism, raw, lingering-shot kill scenes, lull-then-sharp score, and overall feel, its closest thematic-companion film perhaps MY BLOODY VALENTINE (1981). Both are worth watching and owning if you’re a fan of grit-and-gore Eighties slashers.