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[Butcher Block] The True Gore Nightmare of ‘Nightmare’
Butcher Block is a weekly series celebrating horror’s most extreme films and the minds behind them. Dedicated to graphic gore and splatter, each week will explore the dark, the disturbed, and the depraved in horror, and the blood and guts involved. For the films that use special effects of gore as an art form, and the fans that revel in the carnage, this series is for you.
Also known as Nightmares in a Damaged Brain, this 1981 slasher earned the distinction of being one of 39 persecuted Video Nasties. It also marked the one and only Video Nasty where the distributor served time in prison for refusing to release to trim a single second of the gore and violence; 18 months for distributing obscene material. It’s a unique slasher that almost forgets to be a slasher until the final act, with most of the narrative following schizophrenic George as he escapes his physician and heads off to his childhood home. Playing out like a psychological mystery melodrama for the much of the runtime, the carnage is mostly minimal save for the fantastic opening and the epic grand finale, and it’s easy to see why the gore ruffled a few feathers at the British Board of Film Classification.
The notoriety involved with being a Video Nasty isn’t the only controversy that overshadowed Nightmare, however, but the confusion over the film’s special effects as well. Early prints of the film and marketing material credited special effects master Tom Savini as the film’s special effects director. Posters for Nightmare even referenced Savini’s work on Friday the 13th and Dawn of the Dead.

The issue, though, was that Savini vehemently denied working on the film beyond a consultant capacity. He also happened to be too busy working on Creepshow at the time to pick up any other film projects at the time. He sued, unhappy with the director, Romano Scavolini, for trying to cash in on his professional name. While Scavolini has long since maintained that Savini did most of the gore effects, and photographs place him on set, later cuts have excluded Savini’s name in the credits. While the truth of who exactly handled what on special effects remains murky, Savini’s influence on the film is notable. On the other hand, though, as over the top and gruesome as the finale gets, it doesn’t really look like Savini’s work.
Who did handle the gore and makeup effects, and corroborated Savini’s side of events, was artist Ed French (Sinister 2, The Midnight Meat Train). Prosthetics were handled by Les Larrain, and the film also marked the first credit for special effects artist Cleve Hall (Re-Animator, TerrorVision). In other words, the special effects were still in good hands regardless of the misuse of Savini’s name for the sake of publicity.
Whereas most movies that graced the persecuted Video Nasties list were far too tame and owed a lot to its marketing and cover boxes for earning its reputation, Nightmare is one that makes no question that it deserved its rank. The opening nightmare sequence only gives the barest glimpse of the utter bloodbath that reigns down at the end. Nightmare breaks the horror taboo of killing children, but it also takes it a step further by involving the goriest of familicides on celluloid. From a slasher standpoint, Scavolini takes his time to get the plot moving, but rewards views with a creepy stalker slasher final act and one insane ending. It’s a shame that it’s been overshadowed and underseen.
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André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies
In this day and age, the word “troll” is often used to describe various online nuisances. Yet as abundant and irksome as the modern troll can be, they aren’t usually as fearsome as their mythological counterparts. I’m not talking about the small and gentler versions that have become more common to see in media. No, there are much bigger and scarier trolls out there—and André Øvredal’s movie Troll Hunter is one of the best places to find them.
It doesn’t take long for Troll Hunter (or Trolljegeren) to dump the Blair Witch Project-esque setup and aim for something a lot fresher. The trajectory of the story is augmented by Otto Jespersen’s character Hans, the titular Troll Hunter. The second he comes barreling out of the deep, dark woods and shouts “troll” at the camera, this movie takes a turn into what feels like uncharted territory. Not only subject-wise, but also conceptually.
For fantastical and made-up subject matter in cinema, found footage is a fast way to add a guise of believability. After all, what we accept to be the most crucial aspect of documentaries—the truth—rubs off on pseudo-documentaries, despite our understanding of the pretense involved. That is what Øvredal delivered with Troll Hunter: a movie so convincing that some viewers wondered if trolls really do exist. So, had this been straightforwardly made, it likely wouldn’t have been as effective. Conventional narratives would be more inclined to treat something like trolls as flat out unreal, and never try to convince the audience to think otherwise.

Hans petrifies the three-headed Tusseladd troll.
The viewers, like the characters trailing Hans, are quickly thrown into the deeper end of that extraordinary story. They have to process all this new information while staying on the go. So, although there is no significant amount of meandering, narratively or physically, there is still a good amount of atmosphere, not to mention tension building. It’s never anything frightful, but then again, Troll Hunter isn’t your standard offering of horror; it’s more on the low end of the dark fantasy spectrum. We aren’t ever spirited away to a faraway world—we stay in rather familiar surroundings, as well as dip into those less so. The outcome is a movie where you’re constantly more in awe than in terror.
As fantasy fiction might do, Troll Hunter prefers not to deal with incredulity. There is no time to waste on doubt, as interviewer Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), soundperson Johanna (Johanna Mørck), and cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen) all follow Hans around, recording whatever this character is willing to reveal about his bizarre job. Of course, the Troll Hunter himself is not an open book; in that respect, the diegetic documentary fails to fully capture and unpack the more interesting of its two subjects. Yes, all those giant, monstrous trolls are indeed incredible, but understandably, your mind wanders to their pursuer. What kind of person signs up for this gig and then chooses to stick with it for so long?
Reviews have called out Troll Hunter for its lack of character development. In regard to Thomas and his fellow documentarians, that criticism is valid, but bear in mind, they aren’t the focus of the story, either. Meanwhile, Hans is a well-crafted character. At least better than first realized. Before he was introduced, Hans had already grown tired of the troll grind. Fed up with that low compensation for his services, resentful of the bureaucracy, and wanting to expose his employer on a large scale, Hans’ discontent is glaring.
Then there are those finer details about the Troll Hunter, such as that indifference to both the natural splendor of his everyday surroundings and the affections of an obviously smitten colleague, that also suggest some level of despondency. So it is fair to say this movie doesn’t feature any sizable growth for its characters; however, the namesake isn’t underwritten. No doubt, putting a real-life character like Otto Jespersen in that role is partly why Hans is so fascinating—maybe even relatable.

Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.
There is always a small risk whenever using the term “mockumentary” to describe a found-footage movie, as the word could imply humor where there is none. In the case of Troll Hunter, the term’s usage is appropriate. Some folks have claimed the English-dubbed version has the more comedic tone, however, the Norwegian cut isn’t exactly humorless. Apart from the trolls’ absurd appearances, this is a movie where the characters nearly choke on the monsters’ farts, and Christians are like walking targets. Hans’ complete apathy towards everything is another cause of laughter. Overall, the comedy is intentionally dry and inconsistent. Unfunny, though? Absolutely not.
In a movie where endemic creatures are maltreated, as well as disavowed from living freely and peacefully, it’s hard not to notice the ecological message buried beneath the story. In addition to that is the unmistakable political satire. There is this whole business about intrusive and unsightly power lines—like trolls, they’re big blemishes on the land—that leads to what is perhaps the movie’s funniest moment. The scene in question is that one where certain electric lines, the ones secretly being used to keep the trolls at bay, go in a loop and don’t actually send power to any residents. Yet the monitors of said lines don’t find this at all weird. So it stands to reason that Øvredal was having a go at those who accept the government’s doings without question.
Looking past the fact that trolls aren’t actually real, this movie is an enlightening source of information. And not just for international audiences; Norwegians, too, get schooled about their homeland’s own mythology. It’s also evident from everything on screen that Øvredal and his crew were enthusiastic about the topic. The creature designs are the most indicative of that zeal; those imaginative yet myth-accurate manifestations are equally amusing and grotesque. One second you’re laughing at their phallic noses, the next you’re white-knuckling during a hairy sequence. Most surprisingly is how well the trolls’ visual effects hold up after fifteen years. It’s not all spotless, but on the whole, they remain impressive.
Vouching for a mockumentary about trolls isn’t easy, but those who do come around and give it a shot will more than likely be grateful for the recommendation. For Troll Hunter is a real find in that vast and varied genre we call “found footage“.

A bridge troll reaches up for food and finds Hans decked out in armor.
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