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[Exhumed & Exonerated] ‘The Ugly’ (1997)
Every decade has its ups and downs when it comes to cinema, no matter the genre. Horror fans love to loft on high the output of the ‘30s & ‘40s, the ‘70s & ‘80s, and the more recent decades. More often than not, however, the 1990s are labeled as the worst decade for the genre. Not only that, but ‘90s horror tends to be written off as a whole, beyond a handful of undisputed classics. The purpose of Exhumed & Exonerated: The ‘90s Horror Project, is to refute those accusations by highlighting numerous gems from the decade. Stone cold classics will be tackled in this column from time to time, but its main purpose will be to seek out lesser-known and/or less-loved titles that I think deserve more attention and respect from fans. Let the mayhem begin!
The Ugly
Directed by Scott Reynolds
Screenplay by Scott Reynolds
Produced by Jonathan Dowling
Starring Paolo Rotondo, Rebecca Hobbs, Roy Ward, Paul Glover, Cristopher Graham, Jennifer Ward-Lealand, Caelem Pope, Vanessa Byrnes, Cath McWhirter, and Darien Takle
Released on May 1, 1998 (U.S. release)
Fresh off a career-making case, psychiatrist Dr. Karen Shumaker (Rebecca Hobbs) is sent to a scrappy asylum in Auckland, New Zealand to evaluate an inmate. That inmate, serial killer Simon Cartwright (Paolo Rotondo), has requested a re-evaluation of his mental state. Claiming that he has been cured, Simon wants a court hearing and he has specifically requested Dr. Shumaker to perform his re-evaluation. Shumaker soon finds herself in over her head as Simon’s mindgames and charismatic nature begin to take their toll. Has he been cured? Is he still insane? Or is there something even more sinister at play?

New Zealand horror is probably best known for the early films of Peter Jackson, particularly the likes of Bad Taste and Dead Alive (aka Braindead). It is also a genre-filmmaking industry that has roared back to life in recent years, with the likes of What We Do in the Shadows, Housebound, Deathgasm, Black Sheep, and more pouring out of the country and delighting horror fans around the globe. There have been others, of course, from 1984’s Death Warmed Up and 1985’s The Lost Tribe to 1993’s Jack Be Nimble and 2000’s Karl Urban-starring The Irrefutable Truth About Demons. And, of course, 1997’s The Ugly!
While the set-up of this is very Thomas Harris-y, early ‘90s “psychological thriller” territory, the film never really lives within that domain. Sure, we get hefty glimpses of Simon’s past that inform the man he has ultimately become, but the heart of the film is very much rooted within Simon himself. The title, if you’re curious, hails from Simone’s favorite book as a child: The Ugly Duckling. After a rather damaging (both physically and emotionally) run-in with some neighborhood bullies, the book is destroyed and Simone is left with a title page that is half-missing. Hence “The Ugly”, which also doubles as Simon’s name for his murderous alter-ego.
Speaking of killer instincts, The Ugly is not interested in building a mindless killing machine or a mugging malevolent baddie for the audience. Instead, it carefully spends its time letting Simon’s charms work on you and juxtaposing them with a background just tragic enough to make you feel a little sorry for him. Think less Hannibal Lecter and more Norman Bates. Not that there’s anything wrong with the former, mind you, but this just isn’t that kind of film.

Clearly crafted on a low budget, writer/director Reynolds actually uses that to the film’s advantage. What the film lacks in resources, it makes up for in style and intensity. There’s a frenetic energy to the proceedings, particularly the kills shown in the flashbacks, that is often lacking in this particular subgenre. This is conveyed through a variety of methods, from the music to hyperactive camerawork to its vibrant color palette (particularly the supremely black-ish blood).
Not simply content to let the performances (all of which are good, especially the two leads) carry the film, Reynolds set out to make the visuals match them. When Simon is depressed and falls into self-loathing, the film itself looks and feels sad. When he is in the midst of an adrenaline-fueled killing spree, the movie feels like someone drove a needle into its heart, Pulp Fiction-style.
There are some supernatural elements at play, primarily when it comes to “The Visitors”. You see, Simon’s victims continue to haunt him after their death. They appear as ghoulish bleeding corpses that taunt him to continue his murderous ways. The film also hints at times that Simon might have some psychic abilities. None of this is ever really made clear, however, so it’s ultimately up to the viewer to decide whether these elements are “real” within the story itself or simple a byproduct of Simon’s psychosis.

Looking into Reynolds’ work in preparation for this entry, I was disappointed to see that he hasn’t made many films since this feature-length debut. He has only made two features since, neither of which I have seen (although that will be rectified). Given the creativity and style on display here, it’s a shame that he hasn’t worked regularly in the (almost) two decades since The Ugly was released.
The Ugly is probably best known for being showcased in a horror film documentary 15 years ago titled Boogeymen: The Killer Compilation. While it naturally showcased the adventures of Freddy, Chucky, Pinhead, Leatherface, etc., it also managed to highlight a few less-celebrated fright flicks like The Guardian, The Dentist, Wishmaster, and…of course…The Ugly. That’s where I became aware of this underseen gem and tracked it down quickly afterwards. It’s been a favorite ever since.
High on style, packed with violence, and topped off with some great performances, The Ugly deserves a much wider audience and positive reception than it has been given to date. While some of the films I have showcased in the column so far have been more endearing in terms of their entertainment factor than actually quality, Scott Reynolds’ The Ugly is a legitimately good movie. Seek it out!
Up Next: Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer (1990)
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Species | Mute Witness | Popcorn | Wishmaster | Alien 3 | Cast A Deadly Spell
Disturbing Behavior | The Sect | The Addams Family | The Ugly
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Neon-Soaked Cult Classic ‘Vamp’ Starring Grace Jones Still Has Bite 40 Years Later
College kids, strippers and vampires—those were Donald P. Borchers’ only requirements when he approached Richard Wenk about writing and directing a movie for New World Pictures. As requested, Wenk cooked up Vamp (1986), a tailor-made blend of the decade’s teen movie craze as well as its horror boom.
Grim and earnest stories were still very much a part of the ’80s horror landscape, yet Vamp is something of a comedy. One difference between it and, say, Saturday the 14th, though, is the former avoids using schtick. Wenk’s movie proves that horror comedies also don’t have to subtract thrills from their recipes. Of course, it takes a minute before reaching that point; college antics and culture shocks preface this one macabre misadventure.
Vamp‘s initial setup is apt for a typical college-set, sex-driven comedy; to bribe their way into a fraternity house, two pledges (Chris Makepeace, Robert Rusler) go looking for some adult entertainment. Without wasting time on any further exposition, the characters embark on an all-in-one-night trip that quickly detours into terror.
To procure their elusive MacGuffin—a stripper willing to gyrate for some frat boys—Keith (Makepeace) and AJ (Rusler), plus a third wheel named Duncan (Gedee Watanabe), trade the safety of their remote college campus for the seediness of some unnamed city. The setting is recognizably L.A. by day, but as soon as night falls, downtown, along with the characters, slips into a kind of surreal universe. Director of photography Elliot Davis gave this early entry on his prolific résumé an unusual yet distinctive look; that Mario Bava-esque, magenta-green lighting is omnipresent, so much so that it’s almost its own character.

Chris Makepeace and Robert Rusler in Vamp
The faint comparisons to Martin Scorsese’s After Hours are merited, although not just because of Vamp’s distinguishing nighttime aesthetic. Save for the primary characters, the supporting roles in Wenk’s movie are also quite colorful and transactional in their behavior. The difference here, though, is the additional urge to ruin Keith and his friends at every turn. Some of that harm is humorous and tolerable enough, whereas the moment Vamp dishes out its first fatality, it’s abundantly clear how this movie qualifies as horror.
Vamp falls into that category of horror movie that reveals its genre with a scream rather than a series of whispers. The opening scene can function as a hint of what lies ahead—things are not at all what they appear to be—but otherwise, Wenk is more than happy to hold off on the horror. When that time does come, though, it catches the viewer off guard. In addition to the pure shock value is that sudden decision to upend the movie’s foremost feature. Or so it would seem.
If afraid of major spoilage, those new to Vamp would be wise to stop reading here. There’s just no skirting around the fact that the central fellowship in this buddy movie hits a serious snag when AJ is killed. That development causes the story to become more of a “long, bad night” journey for Keith and his romantic interest. So while Wenk scores points for subverting expectations, there is also a touch of sadness in his decision. Because if Vamp does anything well, it’s making the characters likable.
Something that comes easily to Vamp—and other teen horror movies from this same era—is its ability to invent young characters worth caring about, or at the very least, are interesting and not so immediately off-putting. More impressive is how Wenk did all this without actually fleshing out those characters. Still and all, Keith and his kind are a grade above cookie-cutter, and in some cases, aren’t completely devoid of growth.

Grace Jones in Vamp
Vamp appeals with an assorted cast of characters. No two are the same, nor are they operating on the same wavelength. The cinematically extroverted AJ, whose actor conveyed charm and vulnerability in near equal amounts, comes alive when he’s at his most undead. Makepeace then makes the chronically cautious Keith a sympathetic fellow, even as he’s more and more affected by the night’s bizarre events. Meanwhile, Duncan is indeed the designated loser of the whole bunch, but Watanabe still manages to humanize him. As a bonus, the role didn’t require him to pull a Long Duk Dong.
As for Dedee Pfeiffer, she is plain adorable as the mysterious After Dark server nicknamed “Amaretto”. She spends all night fixing her dress strap while at the same time trying to get Keith to remember how he knows her. As their offbeat romance grows, it becomes another highlight of this movie. Whether or not Pfeiffer’s character is really a vampire also creates some welcome tension in the story.
Like a lot of its contemporaries, Vamp went on to become a bit of a cult classic. That current status is determined by several factors, but without a doubt, the casting of Grace Jones is the most considerable. The image of her writhing on that unique-looking chair, a Keith Haring original, springs to mind whenever this movie is brought up.

Chris Makepeace, Billy Drago and Paunita Nichols in Vamp
Prior to that first display of unequivocal horror, local vampire queen Katrina (Jones) took to the stage and delivered a strip show like no other. One would expect nothing less from that renowned model and performance artist. By now reports of Jones’ tardiness on set are no secret, yet it’s also hard to deny her commitment to the part of Katrina. It was, in fact, Jones who took charge of her character’s appearance—on top of Haring painting her body and that now-iconic chair, she had Andy Warhol handle her costuming. And not too many actors could seize a room’s attention without saying a single line of dialogue.
In 2022, Vamp received a retrospective novelization from Encyclopocalypse. This literary union of preexisting source material—Wenk’s original screenplay—and new ideas from author Christian Francis amounts to a more comprehensive visit to the After Dark Club. The basic story there is no different than what’s shown on screen; however, Francis gets creative with the characters’ origins and designs, and he enhances a number of key scenes.
The novelization expands on the urban and social decay of the main setting, and supplies a background for the After Dark Club. Sandy Baron’s character, Katrina’s emcee and familiar, is given ample motivation for sticking around; up until the fiery end, he is loyal to his friend and former business partner “Squeak”, who looks like he was “fed through a combine harvester, and left as nothing more than a heap of mangled remains”. Then there is Billy Drago’s character Snow, the leader of a street gang called The Dragons. His reason for menacing Keith and AJ is more altruistic than in the movie; he and his peers act tough to scare off any potential food for the vampires.

Lisa Lyon in Vamp
If not for all the backstories, Francis’ Vamp would be a hell of a lot shorter. Instead, this tie-in read dives into how AJ met Keith—the orphaned Anthony Joseph hailed from a broken home back in Brooklyn—and how their friendship flourished over the years. Keith’s archership is no longer just an assumed part of his entire being; it’s a confidence-building extracurricular for a boy who got picked on before coming into the protection of the new kid in town. These supplemental, in-depth looks at the protagonists, plus their close connection, are maybe unnecessary. The movie already did a fair and concise job of addressing their platonic intimacy without the need for flashbacks and insights, specifically in that scene where AJ lays it all out as he sacrifices himself.
Where the novelization gets off course is its approach to the minor characters. Intermittently backstorying the likes of Katrina’s indentured servants, Seko (Leila Hee Olsen) and Vlad (Brad Logan), ends up disturbing the flow of the writing. Was it absolutely essential that readers know Vlad was the Grand Duke of the House of Romanov, or how Snow’s accomplice Maven (Paunita Nichols) became so dentally challenged? No, not really. However, one’s mileage with these random biographies may vary.
The novelization is a more substantial experience, but for a movie like Vamp, less is more. And as plentiful as they are, it never simply coasts on its campy charms, either. The character work sits comfortably in that realm between cursory and meticulous, the script is sharper than first realized, and Greg Cannom’s vampire makeup is straightforward yet effective. Most of all, the movie didn’t squander its out-of-the-box concept. Richard Wenk made his vision of a “comic nightmare in which just about anything that can go wrong does” come true, and it is very enjoyable.

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