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Dear Wes, Thanks for the Nightmares

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Yesterday came the incredibly sad and painful news that iconic horror director Wes Craven had passed away after losing a battle with brain cancer. Craven was only 76 years old but the legacy of his work has left a footprint in history that can never be denied or ignored. Horror may not be what it is today without the works of Wes behind it.

I want to take this platform to share a few thoughts and memories I have of Wes and his films. After all, A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master is the very first horror movie I remember seeing at the age of six or seven. Clear as a cloudless sky, I remember watching Rodney Eastman’s character Joey practically salivate over the woman in his waterbed. Moments later, Freddy bursts through the bed, pulling Joey in and then sealing it again, this time with Joey inside, causing him to drown. My mom immediately changed the channel and so I never knew what happened next.

That visual gave me nightmares for days and haunted me for years. Little did I know that this memory would give rise to my love of horror and become one of the most important moments of my horror life.

When I was 15 and able to drive, the video store was basically my second home. I would go there all the time and scour the horror section for whatever I could find. Luckily, my parents were pretty cool with it, so they put a note on the account that allowed me to rent R-rated films. I don’t know if that was legal or whatever, but it worked and I could rent any horror movie I wanted.

Like nearly every person on the planet, I knew of Freddy Krueger from pop culture. Yeah, I’d seen him in NOES 4 when I was a kid but I never really watched a Freddy film before. And so, on one video store trip, I rented Wes Craven’s New Nightmare. Yes, I went totally out of order but it was new and it caught my eye. Plus, I didn’t think I needed to see the others beforehand.

In a weird way, I’m very glad that I went down this route. Not only did it introduce me to Freddy Krueger and Heather Langenkamp as herself AND as Nancy, it introduced me to Wes himself. Seeing Wes onscreen made him all the more real, all the more tangible. Before, he was just “a director”, a guy behind the camera who brought me a story but let the characters bring it to life. Keep in mind, that was my 15-year old self and how I thought back then. I now recognize the error of my ways.

Seeing Wes changed all that. Suddenly, it was important for me to know who made a film, who put their heart and soul into it. Because of watching him, I would forever now look at who was behind a film, who crafted it, shaped it, moulded it, and presented it for me to appreciate and digest.

Because of this, I went on a Wes Craven binge, watching nearly everything he released. I asked the video store clerks to bring up his name in the computer and I simply went down the line of his films, renting them two to three at a time, devouring them as eagerly as Freddy tried to devour Kristen in The Dream Warriors.

This pathway led to me doing the same for John Carpenter, George A. Romero, and more. It was because of Wes that I loved film not just for the stories on the screen but for the people responsible for delivering them to me.

A few years ago, I had the incredible opportunity to take part in a very small Q&A with Wes at the University of Michigan at a class I attended. That interview still lives on this site, which makes me happy. It’s a piece that I’ve offered to the world that ensures he will live on in the great vast internet ocean.

Later that day, I got a call from a friend who told me that Scream 4 was filming mere minutes from my place. I hopped in the car and drove into the neighborhood, parked on the street, and walked a few blocks to the set. From my vantage point across the street, I could actually see Wes in the director’s tent, intently focused on the monitors in front of him, wearing headphones to ensure nothing could distract him. After the scene wrapped, he approached many of the cast and crew, taking the time to speak with them and answer their questions and concerns.

It was so wonderful to see him make the effort to do this. Sure, it’s in his job description but he did it with a smile and never raised his voice. He seemed ever calm and in control of himself, a stark difference from his films where chaos and terror could occur at any moment.

I could go on and on about the additional impacts Wes had on my life, such as the Nightmare on Elm Street NES game, the “1… 2… Freddy’s coming for you” ditty and how it gets stuck in my head all the time, the genital empathy I felt for Bill Pullman in The Serpent and the Rainbow, the joy of seeing the crazy The People Under the Stairs, laughing at the delightful meta-ness of the Scream franchise, the social commentary of The Last House on the Left… The list is nearly endless.

But it’s not even remotely close to how endlessly Wes Craven shaped and influenced horror. With each film he released, whether they were a winner or a dud, he brought something new to the genre. For that I thank you, Wes. Many of my nightmares are a direct result of you and your work. Here’s hoping I have many more.

Managing editor/music guy/social media fella of Bloody-Disgusting

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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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