Hammer Horror’s Dracula (1958), a personal favourite incarnation, provides an apt example of the definitive image of the titular vampire, undeniably ingrained in any audience’s consciousness through a sort of cultural osmosis.
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Hammer Horror’s Dracula (1958), a personal favourite incarnation, provides an apt example of the definitive image of the titular vampire, undeniably ingrained in any audience’s consciousness through a sort of cultural osmosis.
Found footage exploded in the aughts, pulling in massive box office numbers with an incredible return on investment given how cheap they were to make. These movies spread throughout the decade, popular among independent filmmakers due to the relatively low budget requirements of the genre, and even propagated into the 2010s where the trend (mostly) died out by the end of the decade.
Q: What happens when you flush an alligator named Ramón down the toilet? A: Ramón will grow impossibly large and ruin a high society wedding. Everyone shows up for this horror thriller, especially Robert Forster who pulls off male pattern baldness like a champ and makes a simple black jacket feel iconic. Constraint and care were taken when showing the alligator itself, creating a believable creature that brings cold malice to a movie that could have been total schlock. Alligator has its fun but works well enough to earn its place in the upper echelon of “serious” animal attack films.
Secrets, guilt, and ghosts. Things start to go downhill when a recently institutionalized woman moves back into the home that she shared with her now-deceased husband. Her son starts acting like a creep, something’s up with the basement, and her new husband thinks she’s having another mental health crisis. Style kept me invested when substance was lacking, or scenes were dragging, or the son was annoying. Great final act and some really effective stuff involving the kid. There's a solid, simple and very memorable jump scare at the end that’ll please any horror fan. Daria Nicolodi goes all out in this one.
During the winter of 1918/’19, two pacifists—one a disillusioned officer during WWI, the other feigning mental illness to avoid service—wrote what would become a gorgeously macabre movie whose influence can still be appreciated today. You can feel the hands that crafted the sets and painted the shadows of this singular, sloping world—it’s a testament to human creativity. With all The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari has to offer (murder, intrigue, suspense, inventive visuals), my favorite scene is when Caligari feeds Cesare. There’s just something oddly sweet about getting a glimpse of the unfortunate duo’s mundane, daily tasks.
Freshly-out-of-prison Yakuza boss Gunji (Kôji Tsuruta) seeks to rebuild his organization in Okinawa, where some opportunity for growth still remains. Will the arrival of an old adversarial family complicate an already difficult situation? You know it will. Everyone’s talking about guts in this thing, and our protagonist has ’em to spare. His unflappable demeanor and cold confidence regardless of the circumstances is both exciting and anxiety inducing. The popping jazzy soundtrack and stylish direction by Kinji Fukasaku presents this dangerous criminal underworld in a hip little package. Loved Tomisaburô Wakayama as Yonabaru, the brutish one-armed gangster. Worth a watch for sure.
Comprised of a series of vignettes weaved together like a book of poetry, Killer of Sheep is anchored by both a place (Watts LA area) and a person (Stan, played by Henry G. Sanders). Stan’s crappy job at a slaughterhouse has killed his spirit. He’s kind, but exhausted and filled with a haunting ennui that threatens his marriage. Music permeates this slice-of-life masterpiece in sudden and surprising ways, lending magic to even the simplest moments (but the quiet ones are also soaked with meaning and beauty). Burnett’s first major work is gorgeous, sad, and raw, but not without hope.
Gabriel Ricard discusses Top 10 lists and more in August’s Captain Canada’s Move Rodeo!
I am not a big fan of horror films. My family jokes that I’m the biggest scaredy-cat because while my siblings thrive off the jump scares, I shrink from them. This is not to say that I’ve gone my whole life without seeing any; that would be impossible. Since my siblings love watching horror it meant more often than not I’d be forced into watching alone or face relentless teasing, and as a Leo rising I hated being excluded more than I hated feeling scared.
Gabriel Ricard returns this month with an array of movie selections in Captain Canada’s Movie Rodeo.
Anyone who follows my Twitter knows that I am a huge Twilight stan. Over the last year, I’ve gotten my friends to rewatch these beloved films over and over. I tweet constantly about its awful delights and violent faults. I speculated about character development or lack thereof, I complained endlessly about my issues with Meyer’s abysmal politics and less than ideal approach to prose, but mainly I gushed endlessly about the cinematic masterpiece that was the first film in the franchise. Everything about it comes together to make the perfect indie-teen-supernatural-romance.
Since Parasite won Best Picture last year, spaces of civilization have become complicated. Formerly innocuous spaces, like grocery stores and fast food restaurants, now feel dangerous. Right now, a lot more of civilization is emptier than normal. This isn’t (and hopefully won’t) always the case. I miss when my edges of civilization were spaces relegated to the screen, landscapes home to characters usually driven by chance and desire. Revenge is another common thread through these films, whether it involves economic revenge (Hell or High Water), Sad Max revenge (The Rover), or drugged-out Nicolas Cage revenge (Mandy). All depict characters and society on the verge of becoming ghosts, but I think the some of the best examples of this dividing line are Fargo, It Follows, and Leave No Trace.
Gabe returns to a movie theater and tours us through what’s streaming in this month’s Captain Canada’s Movie Rodeo!
Gabriel Ricard on Paramount, Zack Snyder, and Godzilla vs. Kong.
The Reverend Cotton Marcus—played with convivial smugness by Patrick Fabian—knows that he and others in his profession are culpable in the deaths of mentally ill or neurodivergent people whose “exorcisms” came at the cost of their lives. In exposing exorcism for the sham that it is, Cotton hopes to curb the dangerous practice before it spreads any further.
Calling upon the connection between memory and nostalgia Wong Kar-Wai replays a bygone love affair in his seventh film, In the Mood for Love.
First of all, growing up is challenging. In fact, maturing into a fully-realized person separates that person from childhood. Since life itself is already hard enough as it is, taking on the real world takes courage, strength, and determination. Furthermore, some critics and audiences would criticize Disney heroines as being too docile and immature. Nevertheless, Disney’s Rapunzel is a compelling example of a modern woman within the Disney canon.
This is what helps make Ratatouille so special. It is an animated picture, meaning that many adults watching it will scoff at it, believing it to be childish. But those who grew up watching it, like me, see the internal message it talks about. It’s a story that does not look down upon its audience, and instead uses their common understanding of the storytelling medium to inspire future generations of artists and storytellers. What may have been seen as an initial hindrance in their form of delivering said message suddenly becomes one of their greatest strengths, providing a wide demographic to inspire. I look at my colleagues who grew up with the film as well, and I see their own works of art built off of their own childhoods and inspirations. It is not always Ratatouille acting as inspiration, but the message stands nonetheless. These works all have the potential to change the landscape of their medium, and possibly the world.
If you follow all the above steps correctly, you are guaranteed, or your money back, that you will see Phantasm II, as not even the director intended, and your concept of reality will be transformed, and you will be both glad and horrified, and you will realize that reality is a flying silver ball ready to lodge itself into your head and turn your mind to mush.