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‘Gordon Hessler passed away in his sleep January 19, 2014 at the age of 83. An underrated horror director, Hessler cut his teeth on the Hitchcock Presents TV show then helmed several genuinely creepy and atmospheric British films. He worked with Vincent Price three times, all with scripts by Christopher Wicking; SCREAM & SCREAM AGAIN (1970) was an outrageous sci-fi/horror hybrid that presented a berserk view of swinging 60′s London (and also starred Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee). CRY OF THE BANSHEE (1970) was gritty and mean-spirited featuring Price as a sadistic monarch with an intense hatred of witchcraft and a sardonic sense of macabre. THE OBLONG BOX (1969 – co-starring Chris Lee) was a dark and moody tale of voodoo, body snatching, medical experiments, brotherly betrayal, and being buried alive.
‘Hessler’s MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE was like a Vincent Price movie without Price (it starred Herbert Lom and Jason Robards). It mixed Poe with Phantom of the Opera and was an interesting take on Paris’ historic Grand Guignol theater. One of his last films, GIRL IN A SWING (1988) was an effective, low-key ghost story worth seeking out. Hessler directed Ray Harryhausen’s GOLDEN VOYAGE OF SINBAD in 1973, a film that’s always lived in the shadow of 7th VOYAGE as an inferior sequel but has aged well. It’s a terrific fantasy film worthy of big screen reassessment (and was recently released on Blu-ray by Twilight Time). No one could mistake his KISS MEETS THE PHANTOM OF THE PARK for a good movie, but the 1978 TV movie plays like a live-action Scooby-Doo episode and has a huge cult following. He also directed two martial arts films in the late ‘80s starring Sho Kusugi, the best known actor/martial artist during the 1980s ninja cinema craze: PRAY FOR DEATH (1985), and RAGE OF HONOR (1987).’ — collaged
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Further
Gordon Hessler @ IMDb
‘KISS Co-founders Simmons and Stanley Remember Gordon Hessler’
Gordon Hessler @ MGM Channel
Lumière ! Réalisateurs : Gordon Hessler
Gordon Hessler: An Alan Smithee Podcast
DVD Savant Double Feature: Gordon Hessler
‘And You Call Yourself a Scientist!’
Shock Cinema Issue #38
‘Alfred Hitchcock Presents’: The Quality of Humor
SATANIC PANDEMONIUM: THE OBLONG BOX
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Gordon Hessler discusses the noble art of horror.
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Interview
from DVD Drive-In
What was your relationship like with AIP?
Gordon Hessler: I always got along well with Deke Heyward, the head of DIP. He was very politically adept at handling things at AIP. He would protect you from [Sam] Arkoff and [James] Nicholson because they’d come into town and stay at the Savoy Hotel, and then they’d go in to discuss the picture, or they would see the finished product and make their suggestions.
Obviously they were happy with you, as you continued to work with them.
GH: Well, THE OBLONG BOX was very successful for them. They were in tremendous trouble with DE SADE. They didn’t get along with Cy Endfield and all sorts of other problems existed. It was the greatest piece of luck that I was fired from it. When I did THE OBLONG BOX, they left me alone, there was nobody there. The day I started, Nicholson came on the set and said, “Good luck.” That’s it, and he was off. That film was made for £70,000, which is about $250,000. At Shepperton Studios, you could shoot from 8 AM until about 4 PM because of the union. If you wanted to do overtime, you’d have to let them know by lunchtime that you were going to take it one more hour. And only if all the union leaders agreed would they go along with it. It was a very tough assignment to shoot and get finished. Actually, when we were finishing it, I had three or four more days left. They [AIP] said, “Look, we like what you’re doing, take an extra week. Can’t you make this bigger?” This never happened to me before, so I was happy with the situation and I took an extra week at the studios and built up certain sequences. I can’t remember which, but whatever we were shooting, we elaborated on it. And the film did very well for them.
How did you get along with Vincent Price?
GH: Oh, marvelous, he was a marvelous man, highly intelligent. I remember at Shepperton Studios, during THE OBLONG BOX, we had an African prince who was the head of this tribe. So we put them in the film for this dance sequence. I asked Vincent if he wouldn’t mind having lunch with this African prince, or king, or whatever he was. You know, most actors always talk about themselves; Vincent was completely the opposite. He talked to him about African art, and all about the various art he knew about and so on. I was just stunned at the conversation and his knowledge. What a unique man.
I’m sure you’re aware that your director’s cut of MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE has been restored and remastered by MGM and recently aired on U.S. cable TV.
GH: I’m amazed that MGM had the instinct to do this version of it after so many years. I was appalled when I originally saw the theatrically released version. I wrote a five-page letter to Arkoff. I knew it was his picture and he could do what he wanted with it, but I asked him to do certain things so it would at least make more sense. But by that time, it was already out and released. There’s another film that I did–which I feel very strongly about–called GIRL ON A SWING that was terribly mauled. It’s awful what Miramax did. They spliced ten or 15 minutes out of it, and it didn’t make any sense. We all wanted to take our name off of that picture. In my contract, they had to give me a 35mm print of the original version–it’s the only one in existence. But as far as MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE, it seems that someone at MGM is doing some researching or something, releasing my cut of the film. This cable TV version–which I haven’t yet seen–is apparently the original. I remember the flashbacks were originally never tinted, but AIP tinted them for the theatrical release. The whole idea was not to tint them so that you wouldn’t know when you’re more or less in a dream sequence or just being puzzled by it. The whole trick in that was instead of it being a flashback, this would be a flash-forward, which people really hadn’t done before at that time. It was a premonition of what was going to happen. When it’s tinted, it’s just so obvious. Audiences picked up on it immediately.
SCREAM AND SCREAM AGAIN is an extraordinary film, very different from the typical Poe/Price cycle. Was AIP happy with it?
GH: Well, they didn’t know what the film was about and were always questioning what I was doing. The editor kept assuring them that everything was fine, but they didn’t quite know what they had as a picture. I’m sure they were a little queasy when that film came out because Arkoff had to try and sell it. We knew we had a good film. It was different. It was a science fiction film really, but the thing is, although the pulp book was very badly written, once Chris Wicking had put the nucleus of that idea into it, it elevated the whole picture and made it much more interesting. But all these pictures were made so quickly with so little money, I think we shot that in three or four weeks. But we had fun making it.
You had Christopher Lee in small parts in THE OBLONG BOX and SCREAM AND SCREAM AGAIN. How did you get along with him?
GH: I got on very well with Christopher Lee. He became even more talented as he moved on in his career. I was quite surprised at how good he was in certain movies. When you’re shooting, you’re so busy and you never really get to know the actors very well. You meet them and they get a sense of what you want, and then you don’t see them again because they’re off doing another picture. I think that the thing with a horror picture is that you have to convince your actors to believe in what they’re doing. You really have to get embellished in it and enjoy it.
You also worked with Peter Cushing in SCREAM AND SCREAM AGAIN.
GH: I really didn’t get to know him because he was put into the picture. That was Deke Heyward’s idea. Deke would try to find some well known actor to dress up the picture–who at least Americans would be familiar with–which was a good idea. He did the same thing with Lilli Palmer in MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE. When I was doing the AIP pictures, I tried to keep a stable of actors and give them different roles. They were so wonderful, and they had to work for practically nothing. Since I was producing and directing, I had to go to the actors and tell them that I could only offer them so much, and that they could take it or leave it. It’s not that I was in a situation to bargain with them. I just didn’t have it in the budget. When you only have £70,000 and you’re working in a large studio, everybody else got screwed–these actors. Hopefully they get some residuals of some kind, I’m not sure.
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The Lost Son of Batman
‘The financial position of DC Comics in the early 70’s was precarious. A number of publishing moves initiated by publisher Carmine Infantino had failed to see a substantial return, coupled with a number of their creators either retiring or crossing over to work at Marvel, lead to new owners Warner Bros-Seven Arts selling off the movie rights to their characters to the highest bidder to raise capital. While ABC television picked up the option on Wonder Woman, and the Salkind family snapped up Superman, the rights to Batman were sold to Canadian producer, George H. Brown in 1972. Brown himself would be declared bankrupt the following year with the rights being brought up by the Hong Kong based Shaw Brothers, whose primary output was kung-fu pictures, yet who had just signed a joint-production deal with British based Hammer films. The resultant Batman film produced is probably one of the strangest and most schizophrenic films ever produced – it is certainly one of the cheapest with a reported budget of £300,000.
‘John Phillip Law was cast as Batman but he had to withdraw due to sickness, leading to the casting of David Chiang. The Shaw Brothers answer to Bruce Lee, Chiang would play Bruce Wayne’s son, who assumes the mantle of Batman after the death of his father, now played by Stuart Whitman. Anton Differing appeared briefly as a very Germanic Alfred, his performance hampered by a lengthy bout of food poisoning. As the non-comic book villain Lady Ice, Julie Ege looks stunning but her line readings were so weak she had to be re-voiced by Joanne Lumley. Chiang’s usual sparring partner Ti Lung appears as Ege’s bodyguard, Dragon Fist and the climatic duel between him and Chiang is the film’s one real highlight.
‘Original director Gordon Hessler was fired after a month due to repeated clashes with the screenwriter and producer Don Houghton, leading to Hammer’s Chief Executive Michael Carreras having to complete the picture himself. Issues with the Shaw Brothers Hong Kong studios meant that much of the film was recorded without sound leading to a very costly series of post-production work which gobbled up much of the film’s already meagre budget. Chiang looks absurd in the Batman costume, something which Carreras/Hessler seem to admit to given that Chiang only wears it twice in the whole film. The tiny resources granted to Hammer means that Hong Kong Harbour, doubling as Gotham City, only manages to reinforce the fact that the budget is almost non-existent. When shooting finally drew to an end, Carreras realised that they only had just over 60 minutes of usable footage. The Shaw Brothers managed to pad out the running time by splicing in unused scenes from earlier Chiang/Lung films, the majority of it from 1971’s Duel of Fists. Carreras’ hope that Hammer’s own team in the UK would handle the special effects were for nothing,with the Shaw’s handing it over to a subsidiary of Toei. “It looked one of those bloody cheap Godzilla films by the time they got through with it! The fire at the docks at the climax? I could’ve spit on that burning model and put the fire out!”, Carreras would later say.
‘The final film limped out to British cinemas in November 1975 as the bottom half of a double bill with Man About the House. After only managing to take a paltry £1,014 in its first month, Bernard Delfont pulled the film from his ABC cinema chain. In the Far East, the Shaw’s assembled a more action-orientated edit, released under the title The Legend of the Lost Son of The Batman which did much better. Unfortunately, due to a carefully worded contract, Hammer Films did not see a cent of that revenue – all box office receipts for that region went straight to the Shaw Brothers. DC were mortified when confronted with the completed picture and instigated a major lawsuit to reclaim the rights from the Shaw Brothers, finally buying their own property back for a rumoured $2 million. The film would not be released in the US until 1979 when Roger Corman’s New World Pictures picked up the film as part of a package buy-out. Corman re-cut the film, bookending it with scenes shot by Allan Arkush featuring Dick Miller as “Matches” Malone. Corman has stated that the edit was an attempt to catch some of the excitement following the success of Star Wars. It failed to do so and either Corman’s version or the original are hardly seen at all today. Bootleg DVDs have been known to sell for up £70 to £80 on the comic convention circuit.’ — Warning: Contains Traces of Bowie
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16 of Gordon Hessler’s 46 films
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Catacombs (1965)
‘Imagine calling a movie Catacombs, based on the tiniest of plot points. A rich woman who uses meditation to deal with pain is visited by her niece who returns from Paris. The woman can be a handful and one of her employees suggests to her husband that he kill her freeing them both. When an affair starts between the husband and the niece murder becomes a real possibility. However some people won’t stay dead.’ — Letterboxd
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The Oblong Box (1969)
‘This troubled production from American International Pictures initially began life as the next project for young British filmmaker Michael Reeves. He had clearly impressed his backers with the strength of his third film Witchfinder General (1968). The death of Reeves during the pre-production of The Oblong Box was a major blow, not only to the film, but to British filmmaking in general. With the death of Reeves any ambition the film might have had began to dwindle and this was signposted by the arrival of the undistinguished Gordon Hessler as his directorial replacement. Hessler was a capable director, but one who rarely achieved any kind of inspiration – and this derivative and clichéd piece of gothic horror was badly in need of inspiration.’ — Son of Celluloid
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De Sade (1969)
‘I was asked to produce a film, DE SADE, for AIP while I was in Los Angeles that was taking place in Munich, Germany. I flew into London and met the writer, and the director was supposed to be there, but he never showed up. He didn’t come to the meeting; he was sick or something like that. Having met the writer, I flew to Munich to set up the film about eight weeks before they were going to start shooting. I was there preparing the production and then I was told that the original director was not going to make the picture. So we waited for a while, and finally the American director who did ZULU, Cy Endfield, came in to do it. This was a big picture for AIP, which usually made very cheap pictures, and I was an outsider. I was not an employee, just a freelance director. My position got very shaky there, even though I was very friendly with everybody. I was actually fired from the job because the local people employed by AIP wanted to produce the picture rather than have an outsider like me.’ — Gordon Hessler
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Scream and Scream Again (1970)
‘With its daft one-size-fits-all title and unassailable front-line of Cushing, Lee and Price, one could easily be forgiven for writing off Scream and Scream Again as another entry in the ill-fated cycle of ‘old boys club’ horror movies that began to take off as the box office for old-fashioned horror flicks started to diminish through the ‘70s. All bets are off however the second one sits down to actually watch Scream and Scream Again. By some strange quirk of fate, this modest Amicus/AIP co-production turns out to be one of the most beserk, imaginative and unconventional British horror movies ever made – a real kick in the teeth for anyone who bought a ticket expecting to see Vince and the gang rattling around dark old house for eighty minutes. That’s not to say it’s actually all that great, but … ‘ — Breakfast in the Ruins
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Cry of the Banshee (1970)
‘Within Cry of the Banshee can be found the groundings of what most people know as folk horror. The witchcraft elements will of course be attributed to Reeves’ film but there are more aspects in Cry of the Banshee that would crop up in later films. The worship aspects and group gestalts would be put to more dramatic and disturbing effects in Blood on Satan’s Claw (1971); a film that similarly embraces the reality of the supernatural to explain away its evils. However the purely humanistic evils found in Banshee can be seen in the sub-genre’s poster boy; The Wicker Man (1973). There’s little visually to tie in but there’s no doubt that Cry of the Banshee can be seen to be a step closer to the ultimate in folk horror madness. Some of the performances may be colourful but the film’s horror is still strong. However the better moments come from the human evils rather than the supernatural ones. The banshee creature bares little on scenes of torture and burning which have a documentary shake to them and are just as effective as Reeves’ prolonged agonies. Coupled with some Hammer like pulp and Price’s usual villainy, a film is left that is enjoyable, flawed and surprisingly influential.’ — Celluloid Wicker Man
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Murders in the Rue Morgue (1971)
‘Murders in the Rue Morgue is a 1971 American horror film directed by Gordon Hessler, starring Jason Robards and Herbert Lom. It is ostensibly an adaptation of the Edgar Allan Poe story of the same name, although it departs from the story in several significant aspects, at times more resembling Gaston Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera. In an interview on the film’s DVD, Hessler said that he thought everyone already knew the ending of the story, so he felt it necessary to reinvent the plot. According to IMDB.com, the film was banned in Finland in 1972.’ — Wiki
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Medusa (1973)
‘A couple of empty champagne glasses lay between a pair of corpses, a man and a woman – their hands folded peacefully together in the prose of two lovers who’ve opted to end it all with suicide. This is the shocking scene that greets a group of Greek police officials who have just boarded a floating yacht in the opening minutes of Medusa, a 1973 curio from television director turned big screen auteur, Gordon Hessler. Clearly this film isn’t for everyone but if you love to see actors getting crazy and going over the top and generally having a great time, you should check it out.’ — CrankedOnCinema
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Scream, Pretty Peggy (1973)
‘The main thing most people say about SCREAM PRETTY PEGGY is that all the surprise twists are absolutely no surprise at all. You’ll completely know the whole scoop about 10 minutes in and none of your guesses as to what happens and who is responsible will be wrong. This film was directed for television by Gordon Hessler who, it has to be said, isn’t the greatest director in the world. But a drunken Bette Davis falling and breaking her leg and hiding bottles of booze behind books in the library is priceless!’ — Cerpts
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The Golden Voyage of Sinbad (1974)
‘Following manuscript-styled opening credits, an incantation of Baudelaire’s albatross: A swooping creature drops a fragmented amulet on the vessel’s deck, Sinbad (John Philip Hall) decides to hang on to it after a faceless odalisque with painted eyes on her palms comes as a vision. Another piece of the tablet belongs to the noble Vizier (Douglas Wilmer), who hides a charred visage behind a gold-plated Hellenistic mask; together they reveal a navigation chart, the answer to its riddle is at a mystical island populated by natives who paint themselves jade-green and worship Ray Harryhausen behemoths. The climactic brawl between a centaur and a griffin has to be some kind of stop-animation benchmark, and a few wide-eyed words are all it takes for the Amazonian figurehead at the ship’s prow to come to vengeful life. Still, Harryhausen’s most touching work is done in the quiet, beguiling scene in which the villainous wizard (Tom Baker) patiently breathes life into a tiny gargoyle, a concise ode to the divine qualities of the craftsman’s art.’ — cinepassion.org
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Hitchhike! (1974)
‘If I told you this was a miserable, tedious, slog of a constipated TV Movie lacking suspense, bloated with cliches and propelled by confused and vacuous acting, well I would still be giving this bore too much credit. Michael Brandon is a semi-sentient log that walks among us. Cloris Leachman is Alice Cooper as Doris Day. Cameron Mitchell is Henry Darrow and Henry Darrow is Cameron Mitchell. I feel as if I survived a mugging.’ — bozodeathgod
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Skyway To Death (1974)
‘The passengers in an aerial tramway are trapped when the tramway breaks down 8,500 feet in the air. I liked everything in this movie, but I disliked the screenplay and tone.’ — thebiggestpizza
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KISS Meets The Phantom Of The Park (1978)
‘A crude opening montage sees the members of Kiss super-imposed on top of night-time fairground footage. Inexplicably, Peter Criss is seen miming the drums on a roulette wheel. Drink it in, Kiss Army recruits, as this is the last glimpse of your commanding officers you’ll be getting for quite a while. Director Gordon Hessler (whose horror credits include Scream and Scream Again and Cry of the Banshee for AIP, as well as taking over The Oblong Box after the death of Michael Reeves), clearly has other things on his mind. Like FUN, primarily. Beautiful, sun-dappled, 1978 suburban American amusement park fun, to be precise. Thankfully I’m a bit too young and located on the wrong side of the world to be fully smitten by this full-scale nostalgia landslide, but anyone currently in about the 35-45 age bracket and raised somewhere in the Southern half of the USA should probably prepare themselves for paralysing wistfulness and bouts of uncontrollable sobbing, as gentle, smiling Dazed & Confused teens fade in and out of focus, enjoying a summer’s day out in their local parentally-approved leisure complex.’ — Breakfast in the Ruins
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Evil Stalks This House (1981)
‘This low-budget feature is actually comprised of re-edited installments from a syndicated television serial. Jack Palance stars as a self-serving, abusive boor who becomes stranded — along with his two hapless children — by a thunderstorm, forcing them to take shelter in an isolated country estate owned by a group of mysterious and wealthy old dowagers. Seeing a golden opportunity, Palance soon turns to plundering their estate, but his plans collide horribly with the secret activities of a Satanic snake-cult who carry out ritual sacrifices in the attic. Guess who’s next in line? Given the cheap-looking confines of the shot-on-video production, director Gordon Hessler manages to generate some creepy atmosphere, and Palance chews acres of scenery as the diabolical daddy, whose tyrannical behavior makes his eventual fate quite satisfying.’ — Cavett Binion, Rovi
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Pray for Death (1985)
‘Pray For Death is essentially a carbon copy of Revenge of the Ninja. In both films Kosugi plays a Japanese businessman who relocates his family to America for the sake of his job, but once there runs afoul of gangsters. In both movies his respective wives are killed, AND in both films Kosugi’s two sons play the roles of his onscreen kids, which end up surviving the bloody carnage father and gangster doll out among each other in both movies. Pray For Death is notable for two things, it’s Kosugi’s last role in a movie where he plays a ninja, and it’s notorious for being his most violent and sadistic. Kosugi find’s himself going head to head wtih James Booth, who plays a gangster psychopath that enjoys beating old men to death, torturing Kosugi in front of his kid, and raping and killing Kosugi’s wife towards the end.’ — You Won Cannes
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Wheels of Terror (1987)
‘Wheels of Terror is adapted from a novel from Sven Hassle; who was a former Nazi Soldier and thus a bit of a questionable and slightly controversial figure himself. Regardless of his background, The Misfit Brigade definitely isn’t pro-Nazi and actually quite blunt and uncompromising in the expression of its political opinions. The protagonists in this movie are anti everything and that’s probably why this is such a good and plausible film. And by plausible I do not necessarily mean the depicted events in the film, but the characterizations of the rejected SS-soldiers and deserters. Director Gordon Hessler – known from the early 70’s Vincent Price horror movies The Oblong Box and Cry of the Banshee – does an admirable job as well and he could rely on a fantastically devoted cast, including Bruce Davison as the uncrowned leader of the bunch, David Patrick Kelly as the eloquent and provocative Legionnaire and Jay O. Sanders as the big & dumb kamikaze freak Tiny. David Carradine is sublimely nefarious as the power-hungry Colonel Von Weisshägen; complete with his glasses for one eye only to make him look extra evil. Oliver Reed receives top billing but only makes a cameo appearance during the hectic and extremely cool climax. The role, however, is perfect for him and he gives his absolute everything in only five lines of dialog.’ — Coventry
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The Girl in the Swing (1989)
‘Gordon Hessler first made a name for himself as a producer of Alfred Hitchcock’s TV series in the 1960s, and later, as a director of several interesting (if not entirely satisfying) British horror films of the late ’60s and early ’70s. The Girl in a Swing is not a good movie, but it is so ambitious in its strangeness that it cannot routinely be dismissed. Among the many curious decisions connected with this European film is the choice of Meg Tilly, an American actress, for the leading role — a young German woman who speaks English with an almost-impenetrable accent. Twenty years ago, the great director Fritz Lang (Metropolis, M) hailed Hessler’s Scream and Scream Again as one of the outstanding suspense films of the ’60s, largely because he was impressed with the political subtext of what was otherwise a stock, modern horror movie. Movie buffs have been waiting for Hessler to live up to Lang`s praise since. The Girl in a Swing brings him closer than anything else he has made. That probably isn’t enough to satisfy a mainstream audience, but it`s enough to warrant that the film not be totally ignored. Hessler has emerged from a long stretch of obscurity with The Girl in a Swing, a bizarre, almost hypnotically fascinating study of sexual obsession.’ — collaged
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Great that film screening went so well, and, well, I’m not surprised, but still! And the reading too! What an awesome day you had! Even the delicious take down by that couple. Nice! ** Steeqhen, Nice about the confidence builder. And luck finishing the outfits piece although you clearly don’t need any. ** jay, I shudder to think what might have happened if Melville hadn’t beaten me to you, haha. Right, the pearl, that must be it. Duh. I forget about the oyster’s magic trick. I tend to just think of oysters as these shells with goop in them that I sometimes have to watch people pour into their mouths and how nauseous that makes me. I’m happy you underestimated yourself. That mistaken instinct could serve you well as long as you only half-trust it. Yes, in fact, France, or Paris a least, suddenly went up about 10 degrees yesterday to a toasty 14 degrees, and not a day too soon. How is the UK greeting spring’s flirtations? ** Justin D, Hey, J. The ‘PGL’ screen went very, very well, thank you for asking. There was a big audience, and they seemed to really get it and like it a lot. And it was interesting to watch and represent it again because Zac’s and my heads have been so involved in ‘Room Temperature’, which is a very different kind of film in many ways, for a long time. And, this is weird to say, I know, but we were blown away by how good ‘PGL’ is. We were thinking maybe we would have issues with it after moving on from it, but we felt really proud of it. So it was quite an interesting and heartening experience. Haha, the first little tingle reaction is almost kind of nice, but, yes, unfortunately the next step is a splitting headache and a total body numbness. But you can’t have everything. ** nat, Hi. Okay, ‘Mouthwashing’, I’m even more onto getting it now. Thanks. Happy that Davenport’s hints worked. He needs all the readers he can get these days. ** Uday, Hi, U! Thanks so much again for giving the blog the privilege. I’m happy that it obviously really paid off. I don’t think I know Omer Bartov, but I’ll look him up. Interesting: ‘Desperate Living’ as a test case. Curious if it occasions a mindmeld. When will you hear back from the professor? Have a real swell day! ** Joe, Hi Joe! I have almost all of my materials gathered, and now it’s mostly just wait and go to the appointment (March 18 in LA) and ‘pray to god’. I am non-stop confused by almost every highly lauded and award nominated film at the moment. All this ‘settling for’ is so depressing, or at least bewildering. No, I’ve never read Gerald Murnane. Should I? I hope you’re good too. The screening went really well (see my report to Justin), thank you! ** Nicholas., Uh, … *sparkle* Wow, that’s a lot. Your life is so momentous. I need to get out more, clearly, or maybe in more. Eating man ass is more meaningful if you take little breaks from it once in a while. Your truth is highly entertaining to me. That *sparkling* up above is appreciative. ** Dan Carroll, What feels kind to you is really just the truth. What are you working on now? Still the scoutmaster self-portrait? ** Okay. The post today has been restored by request from a reader of this blog who told me the old original had fallen into disrepair and who says they would like to have it functional for something related that the are writing, so what’s why you’re spending the day with Gordon Hessler, if you wondered. See you tomorrow.
Dennis, Yeah, I think my mom got what we got. Same symptoms. She’s feeling better today, so that’s good.
I just searched “cartoon virus” and people have made cartoon viruses. They pretty much look like what you’d think, especially the coronaviruses with all the spikes sticking out of them. Most look very angry. 😛
Have a good weekend. I’m a try to. Now, I’ve got to check my bank account and see if I got paid today. Ugh.
Hi!!
True, about that edible hotel. It didn’t look particularly appetizing.
This one took me a bit of time to find. Love keeps surprising me with his choices! If you want a lover, I’ll do anything you ask me to, And if you want another kind of love, I’ll wear a mask for you, Od.
*glimmer* Right! All good moments I can say. You know when i reading guide i got to the part about that boy who says he reads your books but really just scans them for the pieces of him and that was a momentous moment cause at the time it felt stranger than fiction like you leapt from the page and into my room and we started to have a pretty biting conversation what can i say you know how to pierce through bullshit definitely my favorite quality and i can say that was a momentous moment which added fuel to all these current momentous moments i really like that word also thanks for that. Oop i was scanning and saw screening happened! Popcorn or candy or both my movie candy is milk duds and i finish the box before i get to my seat practically. So your movie and the last show girl are what im dying see now how do you feel about Pamela Anderson aside from beauty i love her gentle soul and she seems whip smart i love a sexy icon with a heart of gold runs in me too so i relate. No my friend i think you go in not you only need to be doing all that im doing if you’re evolving to be better and you seem to have made it over the good person hill and just stayed there which is great so just rest up and keep going for the both of us im literally right behind you and i walk really fast lucky me. Brb ttyl what was dinner and whats your favorite number?
Hey Dennis,
“Heavy anxiety and lavishly polished OCD” is such a great description of DFW’s writing. Funny you should pick up on my “revelation” phrase because I regretted writing it not long after. It was a rushed and lazy bit of thinking/writing that involved me projecting some shit.
Your take on tech seems sensible and smart. Could you say a bit more about what you meant by “blurry at its front end” in relation to phone stuff being an interim effect? I was very intrigued by that.
Glad to hear the PGL screening went well. One of my favourite places in London is this little arthouse cinema called Close Up, and I’ve recently heard the staff talking about how interest in experimental film is hugely on the up among younger people. They frequently sell out screenings in a way they never used to. Made me happy to hear.
I’m reading “Black Sunlight” at the moment and it’s amazing. So daring and dark.
Grey dreary London is living up to its streotype far too well for my liking right now.
Hope you’re well.
Xo
J
I’d say this Gordon Hessler Day is well worthy of its resurrection! Nice to see a UK filmmaker out there who produced work of such strangeness.
Last night I saw a 1970 film called I Start Counting starring Jenny Agutter as a 14-year-old schoolgirl with the hots for her adopted brother whom she suspects of being a serial killer. Made back in the days when this country’s industry could be brave, surreal and experimental. Then it gets forgotten about until Philip Best writes about it on his LetterboxD account.
Hey Dennis,
Finished the article around 3am, but thankfully I woke up around 9am today anyway.
Hosted a radio show today partly to fill in for people and partly to promote one of the magazines I’m on; it was fun to do the radio again.
I definitely need to watch some Hessler, some of those gifs seem right up my alley. I love that early CGI/FX look so much, and when I watched Twin Peaks the Return and saw how Lynch used that type of old-looking style, it made me realize just how strangely effective they are at being unnerving or entrancing…
Have to work on some stuff over the weekend, starting today of course, ugh. My friend’s birthday party is today: vampire themed which will be fun, although I don’t really wanna drink or stay out late. Hopefully I can hang out and get back home by 10pm!
I was reading the PS and it’s great that the PGL screening went well!! You said something as well about how you want your work to be like the drug that sets the parameters, which was a fascinating insight. May have to quote it in the dissertation, although I am a bit unsure about how to cite a blog post in MLA format… I’ll figure it out!!
I am a big time AIP fan but I don’t know this director’s work outside of that ridiculous KISS film. I love cheap movies from the 50s-70s where an amusement park allowed them to film there as a form of promotion. Especially how they have to awkwardly shoehorn every ride into the narrative. My great uncle, Titus Moede, was in one of these (The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed Up Zombie [and all of Steckler’s films, really]) and also dated Liz Renay, who is in Desperate Living. He died when I was very young, I never met him.
*in obnoxious radio announcer voice* BUH-BUH-BUH-BUH-BLOOOOOG TIIIIME! A good GIF to open with – ‘as powerful as a vat of boiling acid’ sounds very superhero-y. I don’t ‘remember’ Hitchcock’ telly show in that sense, but I’ve been aware of its existing in the past. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve expressed my distaste for Poe before. But – Sinbad! I know Sinbad! I grew up with it! That animation style, ugh, totally imprinted into the insides of my head. Posts like these are so littered with names I feel like I should know but don’t but are nonetheless deja-vu-y. That shot from The Lost Son of Batman is very funny. I wonder what Sade would have done if he were given the ability to direct his own biopic. Folk horror is a genre I kind of like. I love that GIF for Cry Of The Banshee, so visually appealing. Scream, Pretty Peggy is. Not the best title, imho (in my homo opinion). But I reassert my positive feelings about Sinbad. I’ve gone all 17 years of my life without ever hearing a KISS song in full. Thank you Mr. Hessler for you, and I hope whoever’s writing whatever got what they needed out of this!
Hi D-Dawg. I thank Uday for the swell post, and applaud any kind of papa-status it may or may not have produced. It was far too good to be the product of a deadbeat blogpostpapa, surely.
Pfft, seamless plug. I should make time at some point to get round to your musings on Santa, as well as everything else I Wished has packed into its pages. Try is the next of yours on my list, once I decide on the timing of it.
I wouldn’t be surprised if my father had heard of you, because he has a tendency to impress me with what ostensibly un-him things he’s read, but equally, I don’t think he’s familiar with your stuff. If he’s lurked on this blog and read my comments I am so terribly unlucky. Great, new frightful fuel for paranoia. JOY! I find myself not using bookmarks as much as I always expect to use them. Anyway, the blog has wiles, and I’m wary of them interacting with my less me-y family. Yeesh I’m feeling quite wiped all of a sudden.
As am I. Going without WiFi when I should have it does make me feel incurably modern and young. And it’s nicer not having to flip UP and DOWN and UP and DOWN when trying to pick the blog apart. But today requires less of that. Yay.
Hm, my habitual self-effacement says there’s nothing ambitious about aiming for me. I’m dead easy prey, I fear. Quite. Even if I *did* like coffee I’d be cautious with tying any figurative knots, knot least (HA!) because marriage isn’t appealing to me and I’m well aware that whatever dalliance I stumble into is bound to fizzle out in due course, no matter the initial enthusiasm.
Ditto, I’ve got no fucking clue what cockles are either. Hold on – (timing, Best of Jill Hives came on!) cursory research tells me ‘The cockles of the heart are its ventricles, named by some in Latin as “cochleae cordis”, from “cochlea” (snail), alluding to their shape.’ You learn something new every day. If only my love for GbV meant even an inkling to my family, sigh. I don’t get how they can’t hear the goodness in their like, most immediately enjoyable stuff. And some of their songs are so short, and so melodically perfect. How? HOW?!
The rigorousness of my reading is terribly varied. I haven’t read much Crash today due to waking up late-is, studying for a few hours, and then having to be driven back home to my inferior town. And now it’s half 9 and my eyes are getting heavy.
Rightyoh, then, good morning once it’s that time again. Saturday! Almost. I reread these a few times, too, coffee-less for each. Tea is my drug of choice. May your brain be ameliorated by tomorrow.
Something snapped inside my brain last night and I watched the first episode of My Little Pony for some reason. I shouldn’t but I want more tea. Byebye Hessler, blog, and Dennis. Tschuss from me and my Pikachu hat. Quite sooooon for youuu, aaa, they’re so good.
My respiratory bug is worse than ever. I made an appointment to see my doctor again next Monday.
For Crooked Marquee, I reviewed Zeinabu Irene Davis’ 1999 COMPENSATION (https://crookedmarquee.com/compensation-separated-by-80-years-two-couples-share-similar-struggles/)
I only wrote a few sentences about Henry Cow and RIO in the After Dinner piece, but check your E-mail!
After a week of brutal weather, it’s finally supposed to be pleasant and relatively warm for the next 5 days in New York.
Despite Wenders being German, he never brings up the role of TV in financing New German Cinema during ROOM 666.
Any plans for the weekend? I hope to see Tsui Hark’s new film tomorrow, followed by the Wooster Group’s WHITE HOMELAND COMMANDO on Sunday.
Hey. It’s weird, there’s something that feeds the ego when someone says how bad and dangerous your creative work is. For me, anyway. So overly dramatic. I just remembered that Oscar Wilde said it better: ‘Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner’.
I’ve been kind of feverish. I’ve been extremely hot for the past few days, and my imagination is going crazy. I’m trying to be creative but my mind just crashes, like all of my creative ideas suddenly seem exhausting to think about, so I’m going to take it easy for a bit and hopefully avoid getting sick. I noticed something was wrong when I was going for a walk and I realised I was having a full conversation with myself out loud and must have been for a long time. It scared me for a moment, I thought I was going insane, but then I actually thought about it. Everyone I know is sick at the moment so I wouldn’t be surprised if I was, unfortunately. I guess I’m generally kind of a feverish, easily excited person, so it’s difficult to tell either way. I’m physically a weakling but am running miles in my head. Anyway, sickness is always pretty formative, creatively speaking.
You know, there’s something I’ve been wondering about lately and I’d be interested to know your thoughts. I’ve been thinking about different forms of art and if anyone is basically ‘born’ to do one thing or if it’s just a matter of what medium you choose. I think I definitely think like a writer because I’m always thinking about how expression is a lie or performance, and I don’t think that, say, a musician thinks about that, because sound is so immediate and doesn’t have to explain itself. At the same time, I do theoretically think that if I were to have decided to be in another medium and really dedicated myself to that, I could have potentially reached a point I was happy with, because I think that vision transcends physical capabilities. That said, I think different people are probably better suited to specific things. What do you think?
Hey, Dennis! I’m so glad the screening was a success and that your own reappraisal yielded better-than-expected results. I really love the stillness of the film. It has this austere yet dream-like atmosphere, which makes the echoes of ‘destruction’ throughout so impactful. Of course, some of the elements of your fiction that resonate with me are all in play too: desire to connect, express oneself, and convey feelings towards others in an authentic and wholly interpretable way. I think I’m going to watch ‘The Color of Pomegranates’ this evening. It was recommended to me after I mentioned loving the cinematography of Tarsem Singh’s ‘The Fall’. Happy weekend to you!
Hey! Oblog Box I know and love, overblown low-budget gothic horror is amazing I think. De Sade I’ve also (I think) seen, although I remember it being very much more in the sexual spanking rather than actual bodily harm side of sadism, which was sort of charmingly good-natured. Even the 90s version of Dangerous Liasons had a little more edge, from what I remember. Never knew those were by the same guy so, another cool mental connection.
Haha, I doubt anything bad would’ve happened if I got into Melville before you, I was just perhaps awful at engaging with texts beyond the surface before I was 15 or so, so I would’ve definitely joined the “death to Dennis Cooper” cohort. Oh yes, I forgot about oyster-eaters. I live near the coast, so we have a crazy “oyster festival” every year, but it’s not as Wicker Man-ish as it sounds, it just involves eating vast amounts of oysters – so, the Wicker Man for molluscs, I guess, depending on how much empathy you can extend to things that can’t express how suffering in a way you can understand.
Had a great evening tonight, actually – for some reason, my flat watched “Final Destination 5”, which I kind of love in a very stupid way. It’s obviously just horrible accidents, but it’s so unbelievably thin on anything other than accidents that it becomes somewhat interesting – there’s genuinely zero overarching story, just gory death after gory death. Kind of perfect semi-drunk pizza-eating fare, although probably not something that’d last well in lucid concentration. Glad that Paris is warming up – did you end up getting that new scarf, or something like it? Anyway, hopefully it continues on the track of heating up, within reason.
Very glad to hear about the screening and that both of you feel that the film stands up!
Yep, the near total death of mainstream culture is as depressing, but perhaps not as horrifying, as mainstream politics.
I read a book called Border Districts by Gerald Murnane. I liked it, a deceptively simple and very restrained piece of writing about visual memory, which, contrary to what I usually look for, lets the poetry of its ideas work without recourse to boldly expressive prose. But his personality is very present in the writing. It’s very short and it’s kind of like a palette-cleanser, but I’ll certainly try something else by him, something longer and more substantial. That’s why I wondered if you were familiar.
Wish you best of luck with the visa, x