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‘The Bye Bye Man’ Director Stacy Title’s Horror Influences

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We want to thank The Bye Bye Man director Stacy Title for acting as a guest editor this week on Bloody Disgusting. She’s shared her favorite boogeyman, offered commentary on the film’s trailer, and even shared her picks for best genre movie of 2016 (and most anticipated of 2017).

For her final piece Title shares with us her horror influences, which range from Kubrick to DePalma and even Hitchcock, with an additional bit by writer Jonathan Penner, who is also Title’s husband.


“My Horror Influences”, Stacy Title

I watch movies all the time. Hundreds a year so volume and repetition have shaped my aesthetic. Dreadful and brilliant, I kiss the movies, my favorite art form. As a young girl, my father was a commercial producer; I watched Ridley and Tony Scott work and Michael Cimino too, up close. They directed commercials for my father at a NYC commercial production company called MPO. High end, very high budget, replete with the toys of heady budgets and watching that excess probably ruined me for my future independent film road. At seven I was a precocious but quiet little mouse on these sets. I remember them all clearly, all talented but Cimino was insecure and secretive, Ridley a fascinating force of personality and Tony in the trenches, he did everyone’s job and well. Watching them as a kid took the magic and mystery out of filmmaking but that was actually great. That coupled with compulsive movie viewing: riding my Schwinn with pink handle fringe to the three movie theaters in Plainview, New York each weekend created an obsession that never changed. I had a cold, hard eye for filmmaking and I was able to absorb great work even then, back in the day.

My favorites and greatest genre influences: Kubrick, Cronenberg, Polanski, Von Trier, DePalma and the grandmaster Hitchcock stand above all in my ‘horror’ psyche. There’s an emotionally and brilliance to these filmmakers and their work, that transcends even horror. For me, horror works only when it has palpable emotion. Their work lives in character, authenticity and emotional claustrophobia. In Carrie when she gets her period, in Rosemary’s Baby when Charles Grodin sells out Mia Farrow, ‘cause she’s a dumb woman. Their anxiety and betrayal are complete. In Von Trier’s The Kingdom, an epic seven-hour perfection made for television, the series wades along the supernatural with a hero, a hypochondriac bag lady who knows it all and more than anyone else.

All these filmmakers are phenomenal visualists, the class of the world. Putting forth iconic image after iconic image. I can feel the world of The Shining always, find myself wandering the halls and maze of this full vision over and over, riding with Danny or being stalked by ‘all work and no play’ Jack. In Dead Ringers, Cronenberg’s excruciating gynecological tools take my breath away– even right now as I write this. In Rebecca, which is my favorite movie, Mrs. Danvers is always completely still but more threatening than anything, anywhere in all film. She hovers over ‘she’ who has no name, the second Mrs. de Winter. How is possible that Danvers is scary just standing there? Almost no one else could be. But Judith Anderson sends her hatred, her mania and potential homicide via Hitchcock who shoots it medium and perfectly backlit, delivering the implied deadly threat of Rebecca, Max’s (Olivier’s) first wife. Brilliant simplicity. Max’s beloved ‘she’ (Joan Fontaine) can all but wilt.

Many of these favorites are book adaptations, and two are from the Mensa Stephen King, which begs the question: as a writer/director, are the novels only influencing me as a writer, or does that pure storytelling transcend to the mechanics of directing? Either way I love King’s books and too, Daphne du Maurier’s. A great source like a novel or story helps deepen and richen an adaptation as opposed to an original. It’s not a coincidence that a lot of great movies and horror specifically come from source material with deep and rich characters. To me the emotion and complex characters of the past have gone the way of only jump scare fests that feel like an amusement park. Some of modern horror has taken a giant step in this direction to its peril.


“My Life in Horror”, Jonathan Penner

So nepotism is alive and well in my life. And apparently here on Bloody-Disgusting as well.  See, Stacy Title, the brilliant director of The Bye Bye Man and this week’s guest editor, also happens to be my wife and the mother of our two marvelous children. She not only got me hired to write the script (and also put me and the two kids in the movie), but now she’s asked me to write a short piece on my life in horror.

Anyway, dear readers of Bloody-Disgusting, she wants me to write about two things; acting in horror and writing horror.

Acting wise, I have been killed in Tony Randel’s inimitable Amityville 1995 – It’s About Time wherein I get covered in toxic goo and then strangled by a phone cord, and in Adam Marcus’ TV cut of Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday, in which I get my face smashed to shit in a motel sink. From those two directors I learned to shut up and be as funny and easy-going as possible on set.

I love horror and will do and have done anything to be involved with it. Going to conventions, looting the Ackermansion, even trying to get a Famous Monsters of Filmland show on the boards. I’ve read every book, and seen many of the movies (only a fool would say he has seen everything… and while I may be an asshole, I’m no fool). So basically, with The Bye Bye Man, knowing what I knew, I just tried to write as much stuff into the movie that I’d never seen before, and hoped that, in Stacy’s capable hands, it would translate into something compelling and scary as hell. I always said to Trevor Macy, who actually did produce the movie and very well, that I wanted The Bye Bye Man to make people so scared they’d either cry or piss themselves. Going for anything less would be bullshit, I said. And I believed it.


The Bye Bye Man will open in theaters tomorrow, Friday the 13th.

Horror movie fanatic who co-founded Bloody Disgusting in 2001. Producer on Southbound, V/H/S/2/3/94, SiREN, Under the Bed, and A Horrible Way to Die. Chicago-based. Horror, pizza and basketball connoisseur. Taco Bell daily. Franchise favs: Hellraiser, Child's Play, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween, Scream and Friday the 13th. Horror 365 days a year.

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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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