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Wednesday, October 02, 2024

31 DAYS OF HORROR 2024 - Day 2: THE CAR (1977)

When the slasher is an automobile.

I just sat through THE CAR (1977) for the first time, a film I was sure I saw ages ago, but it turns out I had it confused with its era's other diabolical road mayhem movie, 1975's RACE WITH THE DEVIL.

THE CAR has no plot to speak of. It's just a feature-length showcase for vehicular homicide committed on the streets and desert highways of a Utah county by a driverless, indestructible black coupe — a highly-customized Lincoln Continental Mark III from the workshop of the legendary George Barris, the guy who brought us the classic Batmobile and many others — punctuated by moments meant to make us care about the hapless cops who attempt to thwart its rampage, but they're basically a bunch of ciphers. The narrative, such as it is, plays exactly like an entry in the slasher boom that was just over the horizon, only with the slasher being an apparently demonic car and no actual gore to speak of, and, just like a proper slasher movie, the bare minimum attempt was made at characterization, but you won't care about any of the characters. 
They exist solely to get mowed down.

 

Adding a new wrinkle to rodeo. 

If I did not know for certain that it was meant to be 100% serious and scary, I would swear THE CAR was made as a played-straight parody. Plus, it has the look and feel of a padded-out made-for-TV horror-action hybrid of the type that was fairly common on U.S. television at the time, but I can immediately name made-for-TV efforts that were more entertaining and legitimately scary. The whole endeavor reminds me of something I would have done in my backyard with my toys when I was seven. (I had a sweet Corgi toy of a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow that I would pretend was driving around a miniature town I had constructed with blocks and Legos, mowing down plastic pedestrians with heedless abandon. What can I say? I was a bored 2nd-grader.)

 
Yes, it's 98 minutes of this. 

To sum up, while not terrible, THE CAR isn't very good and it's one of the dumbest horror movies I've ever seen, and believe me when I tell you that I know from dumb horror movies. Worth seeing once, but when it comes to attempts at blending road action exploitation cinema with horror, you'd have more fun with the superior RACE WITH THE DEVIL and the more recent DRIVE ANGRY (2011), the latter starring the ever-batshit Nicolas Cage.

Poster for the theatrical release.

Tuesday, October 01, 2024

31 DAYS OF HORROR 2024 - Day 1: DARK NIGHT OF THE SCARECROW (1981)

 

As ye sow, so shall ye reap.

In an agricultural community in the deep rural South, mentally challenged 36-year-old Bubba Ritter (Larry Drake) enjoys spending time with Marylee (Tonya Crowe), which arouses the ire of bullying redneck mailman Otis Hazelrigg (Charles Durning). The mailman harbors unsavory interest in the young girl (she's around nine years old), so he stirs up three of his friends by convincing them that sweet and harmless Bubba is likely to do something unspeakable to Marylee. It's made clear that the quartet make sport of regularly tormenting Bubba, but things reach critical mass when Bubba and Marylee investigate the new fountain that a neighbor has installed in their backyard. Marylee tries to convince Bubba to sneak into the yard with her, but, fearing that he would get into trouble, Bubba demurs. Once in the backyard, Marylee is attacked by the owner's big dog, and though mauled, Otis saves her and brings her to her mother's door. When the child is brought to the doctor, it's a small town, so news travels fast, regardless of the information's accuracy, and it is assumed that Bubba did something unspeakable to Marylee, so while the sheriff calls for volunteers to find Bubba, Otis gathers his loutish friends and the four embark on a mission of vigilante "justice," equipped with bloodhounds and armed to the teeth. A terrified Bubba flees to his home, where he lives with his aged mother, who reminds him of "the hiding game." Bubba knows the hiding game and he's good at it, so when the posse arrives, Mama Ritter tells the vigilantes that he's not there (which is technically true). The dogs, however, pick up Bubba's scent, which leads them to a scarecrow in the middle of a field. Baffled at first, the posse soon realizes that Bubba has hidden inside the scarecrow and, led by Otis, they blast the shit out of poor bubba, shooting him twenty-one times.

Bubba, failing at "how not to be seen."

Moments after ventilating the innocent man-child, one of the rednecks receives a CB call telling him that the search for Bubba has been called off and that Marylee is alright, thanks to Bubba saving her life. The four are tried for the murder, but the prosecution's evidence is nil, so the four walk. Bubba's distraught mother loses it in the courtroom, and as she's being hauled out by the bailiffs, she more or less curses the murderers by ominously stating "You may think that you're getting off free, but there's other justice in this world!!!" The shameless murderers celebrate getting off scot free, and they celebrate with beers at the local bar before resume their lives as normal. 

A few weeks go by and Marylee is home from the hospital, but she is depressed and wonders where Bubba is. No one informed her of the murder, and her parents, who only just realized the deep and genuine connection she had with her cruelly executed friend, opt not to tell her about it. The girl learns of Bubba's death from his mother, but she refuses to believe he's gone, noting that he must be playing the hiding game. But things get weird when the scarecrow that Bubba hid inside begins appearing in broad daylight in the fields of two of the murderers, so ringleader Otis is convinced that someone knows what they did and that that person is trying to rattle them. Suspicion initially falls upon the prosecutor, who vowed to nail them if he could find so much as a shred of evidence, but Otis's sights soon fall on Bubba's mum. 

As two of the rednecks meet gruesome "accidental" deaths (wood chipper and burial under tons of grain in a silo), Marylee also falls under Otis's suspicious scrutiny, and when he confronts her to find out of Bubba's mother told him anything, she states she knows that he killed Bubba, because Bubba told her. This spooks the hell out of Otis, so he returns to Bubba's mother to intimdate her but accidentally kills her in the process, so he blows up her corpse and her house by igniting a staged gas leak.  Otis and the remaining redneck dig up Bubba's grave to make sure he's dead, and from there things escalate to a final reckoning for Otis, who chases Marylee through a pumpkin patch in the middle of the night, with a reveal of exactly who is exacting revenge at the climax.

After hearing about it for over forty years, I finally saw DARK NIGHT OF THE SCARECROW (1981). I was really into made-for-TV exploitation and horror offering during my growing up years, but I missed this one because it aired during one of my Saturday night shifts at the local movie theater. When we returned to school the following Monday, my peers who saw it raved about it, so, unlike with several other touchstone made-for-TV efforts whose daring and/or scary attributes that we all bonded over in mutual kindertrauma, I felt left out. But now I have seen it and I'm glad to say it's a solid little entry-level shocker. As it was made for television, it features no gore, nudity, or profanity, and only the most minimal of blood, so this would get a mild PG if submitted to the MPAA, but its tale of supernatural retribution is quite tense,and I could easily see it scaring the shit out of any under-10's who watched it. And the killer remains intriguingly ambiguous until the last moments, with a final reveal thankfully does not cop out. Available on Youtube.


 TV GUIDE ad for the movie.

31 DAYS OF HORROR 2024 - INTRO


It's the best month of the year again, so I once more clutter the internet with my musings on horror in general and scary movies and television in particular.

You know the drill. All areas of the genre are fair game, so I hope to bring to your attention items that you may know nothing about, plus looks at entries that have stood the test of time to become classics (for better or worse). So, don your witch's hat and dance nekkid in the local desecrated indigenous burial ground under the full moon while blasting the Ramones' "I Don't Wanna Go Down to the Basement." It's a 31-day party, and you are cordially invited!

-the Dark Lord Buncheula