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[Anatomy of a Trope] The Cats are Calling from Inside the Cabinet

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We’ve all seen them time and time again, displayed in some of the worst (and even some of the best) horror films: the cliche and the ropiest of tropes. A female victim, Suzy, is lost in the woods. She hears a rustling in the darkness around her. “Who’s there? Bobby, is that you?” We know it isn’t Bobby. She should know it isn’t Bobby, but she presses on, “You guys, this isn’t funny!” Naturally, by the time she realizes this is, in fact, not a game – it’s too late. Despite the incessant usage of this well-trod scenario, writers continue to return to the well of psycho-killer mistaken as prankster friend. Why? Is it merely lazy filmmaking, or does it somehow go much deeper than that? With “Anatomy of a Trope” we intend to find out. Today’s cliche?

The Cat in the Cabinet

Whether you’re following a strange noise in the darkness of a secluded cabin or sneaking into the kitchen for a late night snack, if you happen to exist within a horror film, you’re potential prey for a four-legged freak-out. For beyond any cabinet, closet, window, or shadowy corner lies a kitty (preferably black) just waiting to let loose a tormented screech while launching an all-out attack on your delicate puss. Roger Ebert, in his book “The Bigger Little Book of Hollywood Cliches,” pointed out the overuse of the cat scare and coined the term “Spring Loaded Cat,” because often these hissing felines seem to be unnaturally thrown on screen by some unseen crew member.

Personally, my first experience with petrifying pussies came at a fairly young age (Get your mind outta the gutter. Sheesh!). I chose the “Spring Loaded Cat” to lead “Anatomy of a Trope,” because it happens to be closely linked with my love for horror in general. I was staying up late one night to watch Friday the 13th with my brother. I was terrified, but he helped me through it by pointing out the “fake” effects work (which looked pretty legit to me) and the predictability of the plot. Of course, this being my first foray into adult horror, none of it struck me as run-of-the-mill. Nonetheless, I made it through the viewing unscathed. Friday the 12th Part 2 aired right after. I was ready for it!

Our surviving heroine, Alice, is home alone. A strange noise draws her to investigate. Cautiously, she enters her kitchen to find the window is wide open. Alice draws closer towards the billowing curtains and then WHAM! A cat is hurled (cause it certainly didn’t jump by itself) through her window and lands on the kitchen floor, only to hop up onto her dining table. I jumped just as high as the cat, out of my seat. I probably yelped a little bit, too. However, this fake scare served to release the tension director Steve Miner expertly built up to in that moment. For a few more brief seconds, I relaxed. “It was just a cat.” Nothing to worry about here. Moving on. Then it happened. Moments later, Alice gets an icepick to the head. I was not having it. I screamed and refused to watch the rest of the movie.

Friday the 13th 2 Cat Scare

Sure, the idea of our final girl from the previous film biting the dust in the first five minutes was startling. And, not to knock Sean S. Cunningham’s directorial efforts from the first film, but Miner knows his way around setting up a scare. I probably would have been mortified whether the “Spring Loaded Cat” was there or not, but it was that relief from the winding tension brought on by the calm after the little tabby’s cameo that made Alice’s death scene all the more frightening for eight-year-old me. But, what is it about cats?

I mean, my ex was a cat person, and from the years of us living together and his multitude of feline friends – one never randomly hid in wait to jump out at me. Now that I’ve said that, though there was the time Klaus got trapped in the cabinets under the sink, but he just sort of tapped on the door with his paw until we rescued him. The cat scare just isn’t a thing that seems to happen in real life. Why, then, are they the go-to for jump scares in genre film?

Jump scares are often built around a sharp, sudden movement and a loud noise. Cats do fit the bill given those parameters. They can move with a fierce quickness once they’re ready to pounce and are capable of pulling out some of the most ungodly, guttural noises from deep inside their tiny bodies. But are cats inherently scary in and of themselves? Some would say so. Historically, black cats have been deeply rooted in superstition. Despite being worshiped in the times of Ancient Egypt, leave it to the Puritans to twist that into something wicked. Black cats were thought to be shapeshifters and familiars to witches and Satanists.

From there the stigma attached to the shadowy felines morphed them into harbingers of bad luck if one were to cross your path. Naturally, such superstitions are also closely tied to the most “bad luck” day on the calendar, Friday the 13th. Perhaps this explains why the cat scare is utilized in so many of the Friday sequels? That, or, you know, they’re the epitome of by-the-numbers slasher fare. The popularity of cats in horror films really originated with the Val Lewton classic Cat People. While there are no actual “cat people” in the film, its suggestive terrors relied heavily upon the built-in fears audiences already associated with the animals.

Since Cat People, genre films have been littered with titles focused on the killer critters. From numerous incarnations of Edgar Allan Poe’s The Black Cat, the hilarious Uninvitedand the iconic mirror eyed kitty in Pet Sematary, that old world stigma has lingered to this day. Filmmakers know this and know that when they need a pinch hitter to set up the big fright, they can always trust on ol’ reliable Garfield to ease the audience’s mind just long enough to catch them by surprise. That’s when the real terror begins.

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‘Amityville Karen’ Is a Weak Update on ‘Serial Mom’ [Amityville IP]

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Twice a month Joe Lipsett will dissect a new Amityville Horror film to explore how the “franchise” has evolved in increasingly ludicrous directions. This is “The Amityville IP.”

A bizarre recurring issue with the Amityville “franchise” is that the films tend to be needlessly complicated. Back in the day, the first sequels moved away from the original film’s religious-themed haunted house storyline in favor of streamlined, easily digestible concepts such as “haunted lamp” or “haunted mirror.”

As the budgets plummeted and indie filmmakers capitalized on the brand’s notoriety, it seems the wrong lessons were learned. Runtimes have ballooned past the 90-minute mark and the narratives are often saggy and unfocused.

Both issues are clearly on display in Amityville Karen (2022), a film that starts off rough, but promising, and ends with a confused whimper.

The promise is embodied by the tinge of self-awareness in Julie Anne Prescott (The Amityville Harvest)’s screenplay, namely the nods to John Waters’ classic 1994 satire, Serial Mom. In that film, Beverly Sutphin (an iconic Kathleen Turner) is a bored, white suburban woman who punished individuals who didn’t adhere to her rigid definition of social norms. What is “Karen” but a contemporary equivalent?

In director/actor Shawn C. Phillips’ film, Karen (Lauren Francesca) is perpetually outraged. In her introductory scenes, she makes derogatory comments about immigrants, calls a female neighbor a whore, and nearly runs over a family blocking her driveway. She’s a broad, albeit familiar persona; in many ways, she’s less of a character than a caricature (the living embodiment of the name/meme).

These early scenes also establish a fairly straightforward plot. Karen is a code enforcement officer with plans to shut down a local winery she has deemed disgusting. They’re preparing for a big wine tasting event, which Karen plans to ruin, but when she steals a bottle of cursed Amityville wine, it activates her murderous rage and goes on a killing spree.

Simple enough, right?

Unfortunately, Amityville Karen spins out of control almost immediately. At nearly every opportunity, Prescott’s screenplay eschews narrative cohesion and simplicity in favour of overly complicated developments and extraneous characters.

Take, for example, the wine tasting event. The film spends an entire day at the winery: first during the day as a band plays, then at a beer tasting (???) that night. Neither of these events are the much touted wine-tasting, however; that is actually a private party happening later at server Troy (James Duval)’s house.

Weirdly though, following Troy’s death, the party’s location is inexplicably moved to Karen’s house for the climax of the film, but the whole event plays like an afterthought and features a litany of characters we have never met before.

This is a recurring issue throughout Amityville Karen, which frequently introduces random characters for a scene or two. Karen is typically absent from these scenes, which makes them feel superfluous and unimportant. When the actress is on screen, the film has an anchor and a narrative drive. The scenes without her, on the other hand, feel bloated and directionless (blame editor Will Collazo Jr., who allows these moments to play out interminably).

Compounding the issue is that the majority of the actors are non-professionals and these scenes play like poorly performed improv. The result is long, dull stretches that features bad actors talking over each other, repeating the same dialogue, and generally doing nothing to advance the narrative or develop the characters.

While Karen is one-note and histrionic throughout the film, at least there’s a game willingness to Francesca’s performance. It feels appropriately campy, though as the film progresses, it becomes less and less clear if Amityville Karen is actually in on the joke.

Like Amityville Cop before it, there are legit moments of self-awareness (the Serial Mom references), but it’s never certain how much of this is intentional. Take, for example, Karen’s glaringly obvious wig: it unconvincingly fails to conceal Francesca’s dark hair in the back, but is that on purpose or is it a technical error?

Ultimately there’s very little to recommend about Amityville Karen. Despite the game performance by its lead and the gentle homages to Serial Mom’s prank call and white shoes after Labor Day jokes, the never-ending improv scenes by non-professional actors, the bloated screenplay, and the jittery direction by Phillips doom the production.

Clocking in at an insufferable 100 minutes, Amityville Karen ranks among the worst of the “franchise,” coming in just above Phillips’ other entry, Amityville Hex.

Amityville Karen

The Amityville IP Awards go to…

  • Favorite Subplot: In the afternoon event, there’s a self-proclaimed “hot boy summer” band consisting of burly, bare-chested men who play instruments that don’t make sound (for real, there’s no audio of their music). There’s also a scheming manager who is skimming money off the top, but that’s not as funny.
  • Least Favorite Subplot: For reasons that don’t make any sense, the winery is also hosting a beer tasting which means there are multiple scenes of bartender Alex (Phillips) hoping to bring in women, mistakenly conflating a pint of beer with a “flight,” and goading never before seen characters to chug. One of them describes the beer as such: “It looks like a vampire menstruating in a cup” (it’s a gold-colored IPA for the record, so…no).
  • Amityville Connection: The rationale for Karen’s killing spree is attributed to Amityville wine, whose crop was planted on cursed land. This is explained by vino groupie Annie (Jennifer Nangle) to band groupie Bianca (Lilith Stabs). It’s a lot of nonsense, but it is kind of fun when Annie claims to “taste the damnation in every sip.”
  • Neverending Story: The film ends with an exhaustive FIVE MINUTE montage of Phillips’ friends posing as reporters in front of terrible green screen discussing the “killer Karen” story. My kingdom for Amityville’s regular reporter Peter Sommers (John R. Walker) to return!
  • Best Line 1: Winery owner Dallas (Derek K. Long), describing Karen: “She’s like a walking constipation with a hemorrhoid”
  • Best Line 2: Karen, when a half-naked, bleeding woman emerges from her closet: “Is this a dream? This dream is offensive! Stop being naked!”
  • Best Line 3: Troy, upset that Karen may cancel the wine tasting at his house: “I sanded that deck for days. You don’t just sand a deck for days and then let someone shit on it!”
  • Worst Death: Karen kills a Pool Boy (Dustin Clingan) after pushing his head under water for literally 1 second, then screeches “This is for putting leaves on my plants!”
  • Least Clear Death(s): The bodies of a phone salesman and a barista are seen in Karen’s closet and bathroom, though how she killed them are completely unclear
  • Best Death: Troy is stabbed in the back of the neck with a bottle opener, which Karen proceeds to crank
  • Wannabe Lynch: After drinking the wine, Karen is confronted in her home by Barnaby (Carl Solomon) who makes her sign a crude, hand drawn blood contract and informs her that her belly is “pregnant from the juices of his grapes.” Phillips films Barnaby like a cross between the unhoused man in Mulholland Drive and the Mystery Man in Lost Highway. It’s interesting, even if the character makes absolutely no sense.
  • Single Image Summary: At one point, a random man emerges from the shower in a towel and excitedly poops himself. This sequence perfectly encapsulates the experience of watching Amityville Karen.
  • Pray for Joe: Many of these folks will be back in Amityville Shark House and Amityville Webcam, so we’re not out of the woods yet…

Next time: let’s hope Christmas comes early with 2022’s Amityville Christmas Vacation. It was the winner of Fangoria’s Best Amityville award, after all!

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