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10/15/11

The Best Of Fall Genre Television

And Just In Time For Halloween!

October is a exciting time of year for any television buff, as the networks steadily begin rolling out their new fall schedules and old shows return to the airwaves. It's even more exciting time of year if you are a horror fan and happen to be blessed (as we are now), with networks trying their hands at multiple genre productions.

It's been a spotty run for horror on the small screen. For every success story like The X-Files, Tales From the Crypt, LOST, True Blood or The Twilight Zone we get a handful of shows that are too strange or challenging or fail to make a connection with audiences for one reason or another, and are cancelled before their time as was the case with Twin Peaks, Carnivale, Kolchak: The Night Stalker and many others. There are the unlucky lot, once so promising, that never even see broadcast as was sadly the case with David Lynch's Mulholland Dr. and the recent Locke & Key. Some, produced in other countries, never really catch the average American's attention such as The League of Gentlemen and Ultraviolet while others languish in distribution hell and never see our shores (in any official capacity) as with Psychoville or Garth Merenghi's Darkplace. Then there is the dreck of course, that both succeeds (Charmed, Ghost Whisperer, The Secret Circle) and thankfully, fades (Freakylinks, Night Visions, Wolf Lake). However as of last, horror on the small screen appears to be on a roll and we couldn't be happier about it. So it was great pleasure and a resounding applause that we at The October Country would like to part the curtain and usher in the best genre television this Halloween season has to offer.

Returning Favorites

Fringe - FOX's critically acclaimed yet ratings starved sci-fi / horror masterpiece has finally returned for it's ambitious fourth season, and you bet your ass we're wearing our tinfoil party hats every Friday to celebrate. There are not many shows on the air that consistently has the balls to take as many creative risks as this one (a strategy that is rewarding for it's faithful audience, wowed as we are by it's insane twists and turns but ultimately shoots itself in the foot when it comes to picking up new viewers who are likely to be hopelessly lost for awhile if they tune into the middle). For instance, most shows don't write their leading man out of the storyline, as they recently did with Joshua Jackson's Peter Bishop, and then state that he "never existed" and then follow through on that declaration (Jackson is still under contract and will return eventually, until then his voice is haunting Walter's lab). Most shows don't bring the two opposing universes that have been warring for 3 seasons, smashing together in manner that means they exist on the same plane at the same time leading to every lead on the show playing opposite their doppelganger. Most shows don't ask of their lead actress (the assuredly subtle and nuanced Anna Torv), to play no less than 5 different characters in one season (our Olivia, Olivia from the alternate universe, Alt-Olivia impersonating our Olivia, our Olivia impersonating Alt-Olivia and lastly our our Olivia inhabited by the consciousness of William Bell, phew). But it is because of these big risks that it's writers take that Fringe is able to tell smaller stories within a "anything goes" framework that resonate for weeks after they air, as surely will be the case with Season 4's second episode A Night in October. A surreal, strange, creepy, tense, heady and ultimately moving story about a man who is a serial killer in one universe and a serial killer profiler in the other (and the small yet significant events in their lives that led them down diverting paths). It was to this critics mind, one of the finest hours of genre storytelling ever, a real class act production all around and indicative of the "out there" grounds the show constantly treads. So, for those craving to have their imaginative and smarty pants muscles flexed on a weekly basis, it's not to late to catch up on one of the finest, smartest dark fantasies to ever see broadcast. In this universe, or the next.

Fringe is currently airing on FOX on Fridays at 9pm.

The Walking Dead - Fans of Robert Kirkman's epic tale of survival and the preservation of one's own humanity in a world swallowed up by millions of lumbering, undead corpses have been split right down the middle as far as how good it's adaptation from comic book to cable television has been. While many can't stop singing it' praises and some have gone so far to (ridiculously) call it the "best show on TV", we here at The October Country found it to be an huge disappointment on many fronts (with the exception of a truly awesome Pilot). However, as long as there is the (unquestionably superior) comic exists to draw from, The Walking Dead as TV show, still holds much promise for improvement. Returning this October 16th on AMC for it's second (and longer) season, I have high hopes that the writers have realized the mistakes they made in the first season and are seeing fit to rectify them now. Certainly someone at AMC noticed that there were issues with the show seeing as how captain of the entire production, Frank Darabont quit (or was fired, depending on who you ask) and the scripting duties are now being opened up to submissions (which I do not approve of, there's this thing called continuity that springs from a singular or cohesive vision poeple). We trust that the cast will remain a remarkable bunch, even if their characterizations lean towards muddled archetypes in search of a definitive identity (hey writers, hows about you consult the...I dunno, comic books). Hopefully they'll divert less from the existing storyline and refrain from bestowing upon on needless subplots that they pulled out of their asses to make things "different". We don't have a problem with them tinkering with the established story, if they are gonna make it better or worth our while. Sadly, so far the diversions of been nothing but a series of silly blind allys and contrived dead ends (hey writers, hows about you consult the...I dunno, comic books). So it's safe to say that we're partially excited and more than heavily skeptical that they'll get things on the right track this year. If all else fails, there is always Greg Nicotero's jaw dropping zombie effects to look forward to (last season alone saw the creation of three of the coolest zombie designs I have seen in many a moon) but even at that, one can only tune into a show so many times for the cool creature gags and eventually not be able to tolerate bad storytelling anymore (see MTV's increasingly redundant Death Valley). Fingers crossed this Sunday that this program rises from it's rest as the snarling, uncompromising, unique beast that it should have been (and the comic always was).

The Walking Dead begins airing on AMC on Sundays at 9pm starting October 16th.

New Shows


American Horror Story - Much has already been written in just a scant two weeks about Ryan Murphy and Brad Fulchuk's (of Glee, now into it's trite third season and horrific spectacle all it's own) American Horror Story. People, comprised of both critic and casual viewer alike, don't seem to know what to make of it. Which confuses me honestly. I mean, it's not that unconventional of a show. In fact, two episodes in, it's beginning to appear that Horror Story's bread and bloodied butter hinges on being as conventional as humanly (or inhumanly) possible. And as it turns out, that's not such a bad thing. Not when the results are this deliciously creepy or this delightfully twisted.

American Horror Story follows the Harmon family, psychiatrist Ben (Dylan McDermott, The Messengers, Where Sleeping Dogs Lie, Hardware), Vivien (Connie Britton, The Last Winter, A Nightmare on Elm Street) and Violet (Taissa Farmiga, Higher Ground), who move from Boston to Los Angeles after Vivien has a miscarriage and Ben has an affair with one of his students. The family moves to a restored mansion, unaware that the home is haunted by a variety of vicious apparitions. While Ben and Vivien try to rekindle their relationship and the house tries to tear them apart, Violet suffers from a depression that leads her to self harm and making doe eyes at her father's disturbed, sociopathic patient Tate (Evan Peters, An American Crime). Then we meet the next door neighbor Constance (Jessica Lange, Cape Fear, Hush, King Kong) and it becomes clear that the old mansion and it's attendant spooks aren't the only monsters creeping around the edges of the Harmon's family life.

What can I say? I absolutely loved the pilot episode of this show. So much so that I watched it a second time later the same day. From it's trippy visuals, kinky and adult sexuality, to it's frenetic pacing (it's one thing to premiere with a bang, it's quite another to make the first episode of your ongoing serial seem like the race to the finish, climatic third act of a horror movie) genuine chills and and an homage to just about every major trope of the genre, it definitely comes out swinging. The curiosity of its presentation (and ultimately what seems to be throwing so many people off) is the question of whether or not American Horror Story is it's own entity or nothing more than every classic horror movie moment (and real life horror, as was the case with episode 2's ripped from the headlines / Ted Bundy character) thrown into a blender. I'm going with both. While there is nothing here we haven't seen before in film after film for decades, certainly we've never seen such sights on the small screen and assuredly we've never seen them sit so snugly next to one another from scene to scene; Quick! Multiple homages to Stanly Kubrick's The Shining (right down to a camera zoom on Ben and the shape-shifting housekeeper that recalls the surreal, bear suited ghost blowjob in that film's last act). Think fast! Jessica Lange bewitchingly chews the scenery as a cunning Grande Dame of horror as if displaced in time or ripped from anything starring an ax-wielding Bette Davis in the 60's. Don't blink and you'll miss it! A potentially supernatural rape that is sure to result in the second coming of Rosemary's Baby. These nods go on and on, and frankly, can leave the seasoned horror fan breathless trying to keep track of them all. Even the show's score is a hodge-podge of other film's music (I've noted cues from Alan Silvestri's What Lies Beneath, Joseph Bishara's Insidious and more Bernard Herrmann than I remember, most notably the appearance of his screeching strings from Psycho).


So are Murphy and Falchuk out to simply rip-off every worthwhile horror movie in existence? Or are they ultimately working towards something more wondrous? Perhaps a statement, or grand sweeping comment on the genre as uniquely seen by Americans, if you will (the "nods" never come across as self-conscious either, the results seemingly more sincere and loving)? The series' title suggests the latter. While my cy
nicism (really, both men are capable of incredibly shoddy, lazy and uninspired writing elsewhere in TV land, *cough* Glee *cough*) fears the former. Time will tell. But for now I'm too busy being swept up in American Horror Story's off it's rocker lunacy and balls to the wall pacing.

There is something to be said for subtlety of co
urse (no one appreciates a good ghostly slow burn than I) but when one episode alone presents evil little twins being devoured by "something" in the basement, jars full of pickled fetuses, a ghost in a gimp suit having its way with the leading lady, the resident teen heartthrob daydreaming of pulling a Columbine on his classmates while done up in Rick Genest's skeleton tattoos, a badly scarred man ( Denis O'Hare, of True Blood fame) recounting the night he set his entire family ablaze in a house fire, an alluring yet eerie maid masturbating for the family's father, the aforementioned father masturbating in kind (finally, DILF Mr. McDermott sheds his clothes in something, see below), the same father that is slowly coming unglued Amityville-style....I could go on but I suppose I should leave some surprises in store in case you are one of the few who haven't seen it yet. It might be kitsch. It may in the end just be over the top ridiculous or unbelievably brilliant. It's too early to call and ultimately know what Murphy and Falchuk's endgame is but damn it, it's fun for now. So, with all that in mind what is a horror nut to do but sit back and enjoy every twisted, ghastly moment on display? I'm powerless to resist and you dear readers, will likely feel the same way.


Oh and just to reiterate, it's got this going on:


American Horror Story is currently airing on FX on Wednesdays at 10pm.

The Fades - The BBC has been on a roll of late as far as their genre output is concerned. First there was the criminally under seen Dead Set mini-series, surely one of the greatest zombie stories ever committed to film (and light years ahead of The Walking Dead by far). Then, League of Gentlemen alumni Steve Pemberton and Reece Shearsmith returned with their comedy of ghastly horrors Psychoville and brought with them more Lynchian weirdness and a new character that rivals their own cult icon Papa Lazarou (from League) in terms of downright unnerving surreality, The Silent Singer (both played by Shearsmith). But the crowning jewel in this illustrious crowd just premiered four weeks ago on BBC3 and I'm here to tell you ladies and gentlemen, I've not seen such a miraculous piece of horror storytelling on the boob tube in eons. I'm referring of course to the UK's The Fades. A genre blending masterpiece every bit as inspired by the many facets of the horror film as the above American Horror Story but unlike the aforementioned Ryan Murphy vehicle manages to immediately and intimately acquaint its audience with it's own unique identity and voice. Like Horror Story, The Fades may draw from the well of established horror conventions, but unlike Horror Story, there is no doubt that The Fades is its own creature entirely. No questionable riffing here. Just pure, unadulterated genre bliss that is at once both recognizable and entirely fresh. But I get ahead of myself. Lets dig in deeper shall we?

A teenage boy named Paul (Iain De Caestecker, The Little Vampire) is haunted by apocalyptic dreams that nobody can explain. As if that weren't terrifying enough, he begins to see spirits of the dead, known as The Fades, all around him. The Fades can't be seen, smelt, heard or touched by other humans - they are what is left of humanity who've have died but not been accepted into Heaven. As such, the Fades left on Earth have become embittered and vengeful towards the human race. They remain unseen in the world except to those special few like Paul – 'Angelics' – who have the ability to perceive the Fades. When an embittered and vengeful Fade, Polus (Ian Hanmore, The Awakening), finds a way to be human again by devouring the flesh of the living, it's up to Paul to stop him - and all of the dead - from breaking back into the world and destroying the human race.


First off, this isn't just a horror story kiddies, this is so, so much more. It is a horror story, a doom laden tale of the apocalypse, a teenage comedy of angst, family drama, a sweetly realized portrait of young, budding love, a moving and enduring series about the power of friendship and the sacrifices one makes for those they love the most, a police procedural and...art. Yeah, I said art. But most importantly, it is a fully realized, singular vision (every episode is written by Jack Thorne) of remarkable boldness and innovation. It's is thee best genre serial to make it on the air since Fringe and before that, who knows.

At first I was tempted to roll my eyes at certain aspects of the production. At first. Their insistence of referring to the ghosts that populate the story as "Fades" for instance (much how the zombies from The Walking Dead are never referred to as such, instead taking on the moniker of "roamers", ugh). How annoying I initially thought. They're ghosts! Well, as it turns out, that's not completely so. It became clear very quickly that Thorne is creating here a his own unique mythology of creatures, something different enough to (at last) warrant them being set apart from the spooks of old. They're ghosts yes. But they carry with them the vibe of blood hungry vampires, while behaving like zombies with a conscious, malicious intent. They're different for sure. Then when a character first mentioned the term "Angelics" I let out a little snicker. Again I was wrong. As their abilities and gifts are slowly revealed episode by episode, well, I don't want to ruin it. You'll see. It's pretty cool stuff.

This is a well oiled show there is no denying that, with all it's many aspects working in perfect harmonious motion with one another; The concept, the creep factor, the direction, the acting, the dialogue (witty, charming and human) and most wow-worthy of all being the character development, which is stunningly realized (only three episodes in, I was already getting verklempt over one character's gesture to another on their forgotten birthday, not because I am a sap but because the scene was alive with genuine sincerity and well, touching...period). If the horror aspects alone (from which it never strays, however much it it dabbles in other genres, the horror is always there, sometimes big, sometimes small, but it's present in every scene) weren't enough to convince you to pick up on this amazing show and it's other noteworthy achievements haven't pricked up your ears, consider this: this is a incredibly nerdy horror show that wears it's incredibly nerdy horror heart right out there on it's sleeve. As much as it becomes clear that the creator is working within the tried and true framework of a comic book's super hero origin story (with references to the many super heroes that came before Paul numbered in the dozens), the two teenage leads of Paul and Mac (Daniel Kaluuya, Psychoville) are us. Meaning, nerds. For example, it's one thing to reference Heather Langenkamp in a conversation about bad dreams. It's quite another to go the extra mile and give Kim Meyers of Nightmare on Elm Street 2 lip service when trying to expound on the point you are trying to make. Which The Fades has one of its characters do (swoon). So yeah, extraordinary horror and written for the genre geek in all of us. The Fades has earned The October Country's highest seal of approval.

The Fades is currently airing on BBC3 on Wednesdays at 10pm. The Fades is scheduled to begin broadcasting on BBC America in early 2012.

3/5/11

Best & Worst Horror Films Of The Year - 2010

Biggest Disappointments

These films occupy a curious place in our hearts. Neither comprising themselves on a "Guilty Pleasures" type list nor a worst list, they fall somewhere in between. We gleamed many moments of enjoyment from them yes, but we also suffered through many moments of mediocrity. Ultimately though and above all else, we endured the painful realizations that they were not at all what we hoped that they would be. Whether this was because we had high expectations due to a director involved, a beloved franchise that was being reanimated from the dead, or an effective ad campaign that wowed us into submission with their skillfully done promotional materials among other reasons, the one thing they all have in common, is that every single one of them failed to realize their full potential and ultimately let us down mighty hard.


The UK's Doghouse initially presented many reasons to get us excited; A willfully offensive battle between the sexes (one side undead, the other soon to be) done up in that uniquely winning combination of humor and horror the Brits have been pulling off with aplomb lately. Danny Dyer. Gore aplenty. Danny Dyer and uh...Danny Dyer. Sadly this was not to be the case. Doghouse, ultimately, was a serious snooze-fest. Creatively bankrupt, the gags, the comedy, the gore and big titted zombies ultimately fell flat in an uninspired mess of wasted potential. I've been more impressed by online, fringe, zombie pornography.


Honestly, whenever a film is in as much reported trouble as The Wolfman was eons before it's bumped-around release date, one should expect nothing less than a big steaming turd. Well, we were cautiously optimistic, but optimistic all the same. We should have went with our gut. Re-shoots, a revolving door of attached directors, over budget, overlong and a host of other problems plagued the production, all of which are evident onscreen in it's manic, all-over-the-place identity crisis. Benicio del Toro turns in a fine performance while co-star Emily Blunt barely registers and Anthony Hopkins hams it up unmercifully. Worthwhile for a stunning set piece set in a medical theater, it hardly seems worth noting, considering that you'd have to slog through an inflated 103 minutes of absolute tedium to witness it and watching this half-baked remake of the classic 1941 lycanthrope favorite, is not something that I wholeheartedly recommend that you do.


A film that I initially was not looking forward to seeing was Nimród Antal's (Vacancy) Predators. For too long it's studio, Twentieth Century Fox, couldn't seem to get it's story straight on whether or not they were releasing a remake of the 1987 Arnold Schwarzenegger fan favorite, or a completely original beast entirely. Considering that I am opposed to 99.9% of all remakes, the PR confusion surrounding the former turned me off and I essentially stopped paying attention, and completely ceased caring about it's production. Then, when it was released it garnered some favorable word of mouth here and there, and the news hit home that in fact it wasn't a remake, so I decided to give it a go. Predators isn't the worst film I saw in 2010 by far, but considering the talent, money and promise involved, it's certainly one of the most underwhelming genre offerings of 2010. A shame really, because it boasts a truly terrific opening bit and a mostly effective, creepy and understated first act. However, by the time the titular creatures make themselves known to the cast of alien fodder, the movie loses all the steam that it had so successfully generated and contends itself by settling into a tired, by the numbers monsters vs. muscles action film. We've seen it all before, done much better.


Now for a film we were anxiously awaiting here at The October Country. Adam Green's sequel to his insanely blood red and fun Hatchet, the cleverly titled Hatchet II. A fan of the first movie and having just recently been blown away by his man-against-nature horror film, Frozen, my husband and I were considering making a 6 hour road trip (collectively, both ways) to catch a limited screening of this film in Chicago (also, we were both all about getting behind Green's "Support Unrated Horror" marketing campaign / cause). Thank the gods that we never made that pilgrimage. After gas, food and admission it certainly would have been the most expensive and disappointing movie date ever, behind or equal to our $60 movie date that was George A. Romero's Diary of the Dead in Toronto. How was it $60? Don't ask, suffice to say that that price tag still smarts all these years later, as in retrospect I would regret spending even $6 on that turkey. So, another crisis avoided. One thing that cannot be avoided however, is the fact that Green took three enormous steps backwards after the success of his previous film. Hatchet II is nearly everything that it's progenitor wasn't; boring, cliched, unfunny with nary a lick of a good time in sight. Add to this Danielle Harris' uncharacteristically struggling, uneven performance as the films new female lead (taking over the role originated by Tamara Feldman) and a general atmosphere that Green is just going through the motions for the fans, and you are left with the strange sensation that you just watched something that is akin to something that was familiar and beloved, but in reality is nothing but an imposter trying to distract you long enough to fish the money free from your wallet. Maybe that's too harsh. Maybe Adam Green sincerely did want to return to this well but if that truly is the case he sure does a shitty job of showing it. Though Hatchet II just barely avoided being the fifth film on our "Worst Of..." list, I would watch it again purely for Scream King AJ Bowen's (fuzzy and gruff lust of my loins) screen time, though not without fast forwarding through everything else to get to him. I do love that poster and tag-line though.


A film that we probably wouldn't judge so harshly and would most likely cut more slack that it deserves if it weren't for a string of stellar, recent Clive Barker adaptations before it, would be John Harrison's Book of Blood. Coming in on the heels of The Midnight Meat Train and Dread would be a hard act for anybody to follow, and unfortunately, Book demonstrates that though it has some good things going for it, it just isn't up to the same task. Wonderful atmospheric cinematography of bleak and foggy city streets, a sympathetic performance by Jonas Armstrong (who bares all, hubba), some genuine scares and a really cool, grim final twist notwithstanding, Book ultimately falls short of being anything other than a going through the motions haunted house time waster.


Then we have Daybreakers, in what could have been a really awesome melding of vampire flicks of yore and something akin to the The Matrix (in it's sleek, dark style), comes off as just another mishandled, miss-the-mark lost opportunity from directors Michael and Peter Spierig. It's a true travesty that Daybreakers contends itself (like so, sooooo many of other modern films do) with yet again coasting through the typical screenwriting beats of getting from point A to point B with little variation of the expected norm, because elsewhere in this script is an utterly amazing and fascinating world of vampires fully functioning and ruling society. The related ideas (when there) are awesome but sadly Daybreakers never fully commits itself to exploring these exciting concepts. It would much rather bore us to tears by presenting us a world where scripts are apparently still written utilizing every cliche in that tired and used up screenwriters manual. A serious disappointment followed by an enormous, sleep inducing yawn.


Lastly, there may be no greater disappointment of 2010 than AMC's and Frank Darabont's handling of Robert Kirkman's The Walking Dead. The Walking Dead in graphic novel form is (in my mind) hands down the greatest zombie story ever told, in any medium. A bold statement that I will stand behind until something better trumps it. So, to say that I had been chewing at the bit for years to hear of a deal being struck to adapt it television...well, you have no idea just how much I wanted it. Especially after the stunning Dead Set by way of the BBC proved that zombies can and do make for riveting long form television. Then one day that much dreamed of deal was struck, and there was talent aplenty involved and it was on a highly respected network that I loved and it all just seemed so promising. The series's impressive trailer followed and fed the flames and the hype was through the roof.. I could barely contain myself. Then the pilot debuted, and the lord spoke and said "This, is good". Then the second episode aired, and we gave pause. Then the third and fourth behind it and by the time the brief season was limping to it's conclusion, it was official; a reality that I could no longer delude myself from acknowledging, The Walking Dead, as a TV show....sucked. How the talented Darabont, Gale Anne Hurd and so many others could get so much wrong when they had the perfect outline in the form of the comics to follow, is beyond me. The one thing that they unquestionably were successful at, were the zombies themselves which across the board have been memorable and conceived with top notch, frightening quality (my hats off to you Mr. Nicotero). But the fact is, and I'm certain this reality hasn't escaped them, The Walking Dead isn't about zombies, it's about characters, it's about humanity. So why pray tell, has every character, from the deeply flawed Rick to the fiery Lori, to the spunky Andrea to good 'ol reliable Dale, seemed as hollow and empty as the lumbering brain dead husks of humans devouring the planet? Why does every attempt at character development come across as B-grade melodrama? Why is the most successful, believable character (Norman Reedus' Daryl), not even original to the award winning comics? Why do the writers keep piling on scenario after scenario that divert from the source material yet add nothing to the overall universe of the show, in effect, not enriching the mythology but subtracting from it? Why does everything look as flat and limp as a SyFy original movie? The biggest misfire of not only 2010, but one of the biggest of the past decade. You have been granted another season folks, lets get it right this time shall we?



The second biggest disappointment of the year? That would be that Jonathan Levine's All the Boys Love Mandy Lane (2006) and John Erick Dowdle's The Poughkeepsie Tapes (2007) are still wasting away on a shelf somewhere, unreleased and unseen by the public at large. Both films are superior, intelligent works of terrifying art. Both films are stunning. Both films are worth your time to hunt down....however you see fit. Hopefully, 2011 will see saner heads prevail and these two mistreated, neglected gems will get the chance at the cinematic life that they so rightfully deserve.
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