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‘The Locals’: New Zealand Horror Gem Presents a Rural Ghost Story [Horrors Elsewhere]

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Anchor Bay was once a major outlet for both cult classics and oddities before streaming and Blu-ray boutiques were in the picture. And hidden among the defunct distributor’s horde of terrors is the New Zealand horror movie The Locals. This Kiwi curio found its way overseas shortly after its theatrical run back home in 2003, but as of today, it has neither an online presence nor a commercial release beyond out-of-print DVDs. An unfortunate yet fitting fate for a film about the ghosts of a forgotten time and place.

Shortcuts are a bad idea in horror. They cut down on mileage and time, but they also lead to trouble. Best friends Grant and Paul (Johnny Barker, Dwayne Cameron) are victims of their own dangerous detour in Greg Page’s first and only feature film. When they go on a trip after Grant’s recent breakup, they end up lost in the country. The deeper they delve into these rural parts the more Grant and Paul uncover the dark secrets of the blood-soaked land as well as risk the chance of becoming one of the film’s namesakes.

A sinister aerial view of the story’s main venue — the open countryside with no signs of life — is temporarily disarmed by more familiar and active surroundings. Somewhere in metropolitan Auckland, newly single Grant insists on wallowing in his misery until best bro Paul shows up. They soon load up the Subaru with supplies and surfboards, then head off in search of a much-needed distraction. 

With such a small cast, The Locals has an opportunity to build up its two main characters’ relationship. Grant and Paul’s banter while en route to their destination is as natural as it is insightful. The taller, dark-haired half of this duo is sensitive and thoughtful, whereas the shorter dynamo flies by the seat of his pants. Page coaxes distinct and opposite personalities out of Grant and Paul, but he ensures they are always on the same wavelength. It is almost like they can read one another’s thoughts and finish the other’s sentences. The character writing is never all that inscrutable; the audience can understand these mates without digging too far below the surface. Their close bond, the product of years of friendship, is crucial to the story.

The horror elements become more visible once the protagonists reach their pastoral address. ROAD CLOSED and PRIVATE PROPERTY signs deter an always wary Grant, but the sudden appearance of two attractive and flirtatious women changes his tune. There is something odd about Kelly and Lisa (Kate Elliott, Aidee Walker) as they pull up to the entrance of Paul’s shortcut. They are in full eighties getup, and Lisa’s beater looks ancient when compared to the men’s modern car. While viewers are no doubt telling them to leave at this point, Grant and Paul have no proper reason to be scared of Kelly and Lisa. They of course follow them across the bridge without a single thought as to how this could end poorly. In all fairness though, Grant and Paul have greater things to fear as the night unfolds.

Grant and Paul’s real terror begins when they see a murder; Peter McCauley’s character Bill slashes a woman’s throat before their very eyes. With the car out of commission, the unlucky witnesses then have to hightail it across the country until they eventually split up. Grant is more enmeshed in the homicide after meeting one of the killer’s other victims, Martin (Paul Glover), who for some reason demands he help him dig something up. In the meantime, Paul crosses paths with Kelly and Lisa again, and the three of them evade a pair of revheads (Dave Gibson, Glen Levy).

Now it seems strange to have the main characters separate so early on in the story, but this time apart emphasizes the film’s most important theme. As with any close friends, people become distant from time to time. It is presumed Grant and Paul have done the same and are only now getting back on track. Their brief disunion could be caused by a number of things aside from friction: dating, school, work. So having Grant and Paul go on personal journeys in the wop-wops is a metaphor for their own friendship. Although they have their individual problems to contend with, they still find each other in the end.

The Locals is generous with exposition and clues, so the mystery at hand is not too difficult to figure out. Audiences will have a solid understanding of what is going on before the last act comes into sight. They realize a Twilight Zone-esque sort of disturbance in time is responsible for all the ghostly goings-on. Page, however, manages to wring out one major surprise in the story that feels like a straight punch to the stomach. It is an emotional turn of events that changes the film’s tone while also reaffirming the strengths of Grant and Paul’s relationship.

In the best way possible, The Locals is a friendship film dressed up in horror’s clothing. Page’s supernatural misadventure between two lifelong buds is rich in enthusiasm, genuine performances, and most of all, a notable depiction of intimacy between male friends. This homegrown New Zealand horror movie is never scary, but it is a stirring tale of love and loyalty.


Horrors Elsewhere is a recurring column that spotlights a variety of movies from all around the globe, particularly those not from the United States. Fears may not be universal, but one thing is for sure — a scream is understood, always and everywhere.

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Paul Lê is a Texas-based, Tomato approved critic at Bloody Disgusting, Dread Central, and Tales from the Paulside.

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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.

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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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