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The Unsettling Swamplands of ‘Red Dead Redemption 2’ [Best of 2018]

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Terror descends with the night in the murky swamps of Lemoyne.

In Red Dead Redemption 2’s Louisiana stand-in, Rockstar’s open world game—equally beloved and reviled for its languid pace— slows to a molasses trickle. And at high noon, I take advantage of the lead-footed way of life.

I crouch on little islands of sedge grass —rolling block rifle on my knee— and pick off sluggish alligators, using the scope to plug bullets between their beady eyes, where dead eye’s heat scan glows scarlet red. When the cops pursue me from Saint Denis, I hide behind walls of peet, taking potshots as the boys in blue struggle through root systems and standing water. I smoke cigars, I drink Kentucky bourbon, I poach alligator eggs.

I don’t rule the swamp. The system is too large and too intricate for that. But, I do infect it; a pathogen borne along brackish water, pursued—if at all—by police and predators too unhurried to stop my spree. As I disappear through curtains of moss under willow boughs, I imagine the police tugging at their sweat-soaked woolen collars, deciding to cut their losses and head back to the precinct. The electric chair’s first demonstration is set to take place any day now; they wouldn’t want to miss the show.

As the light streaming through the ghostly foliage dims, I rely increasingly on sound. The thick splashing of sludgy water at the thigh of my patched work pants. Mosquitoes whining in zigzags past my right ear. Sticks crunching along the river bank. Something big sliding off the mud and into the water behind me.

And the rumble. As night falls, I remember what those alligators—alligators I’ve been murdering in blood as cold as theirs— are: the grandchildren of the kings and queens of prehistory. The rumble reminds me. It’s a low, bassy, growl, stirring up enough buzzing air that I imagine gastroliths rolling frantically around their lizard stomachs like pool balls after a well-executed break.

When the sun is high, these lowrider dinosaurs lay like logs; lazy as fallen trees. As the sun glints on their muddy scales, they seem like easy prey. Their demeanor doesn’t change at night, but when the sun goes down, the way I see them does. Now, they lay like bear traps, ready to snap if I get too close; to shut their jaws on my boot-clad calf.

To wade through the swamps at night is to be tense at all times. Arthur’s gait is always leisurely, and when our cowboy is waterlogged, he moves impossibly slowly, prime bait for any passing alligator. But, to ride through the swamps at night is to be terrified. As my horse wades through standing water up to his withers—dynamic testicles shrunken, I imagine, to Costanza-levels of puniness—I can see the jaws closing on his jet black haunches. I can imagine serrated teeth sinking in and tearing a chunk out of my well-groomed, well-fed, well-petted, frequently “Easy boy”-ed companion. I fear for Absolute Unit’s life much more than I fear for my own.

“I’ve been killing animals just for fun,” Arthur confesses to Mary-Beth, if you take the time to talk to her in camp after one of these swamp-spanning sprees. She encourages you to be a better person, but she can’t and won’t absolve you.

My horse hasn’t fallen in the swamps yet. But, I fear that Red Dead Redemption 2 will demand his blood. I’ve been killing animals just for fun. And, I fear, the swamps may have similar tastes.

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Before ‘The Blair Witch Project’, ‘Alien Autopsy’ Showed How Real Found Footage Could Feel

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Alien Autopsy: Fact or Fiction

The line separating artist from con man is a lot thinner than you might initially believe. While I think we can all agree that lying for the sake of profit is actively malicious behavior, isn’t it also true that the faux documentary aspect of The Blair Witch Project is half the reason why that film became such a cultural phenomenon? After all, if there’s one thing filmmakers have in common with stage magicians, it’s that misleading and misdirecting audiences is simply part of the job.

That’s why I’ve developed a habit of mostly ignoring the moral quandaries behind many of film and television’s biggest “hoaxes” in favor of appreciating the narrative elements that drive productions like Mermaids: The Body Found and even Animal Planet’s highly underrated The Cannibal in the Jungle. However, if there’s a definitive case of a highly publicized broadcast fooling the world into taking it seriously, it has to be Fox’s infamous 1995 TV special Alien Autopsy: Fact or Fiction.

It’s been over three decades since that eerie footage first haunted television screens right at the peak of the ’90s ufology craze, and in that time, the video has taken on a life of its own. From countless parodies and references in everything from The X-Files to Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater (as well as John Dower’s recently released tell-all documentary The Alien Autopsy Scandal, which I’d highly recommend to genre fans everywhere), there’s no denying the legacy of the Alien Autopsy video. However, I rarely see the tape discussed as what it truly is: a highly convincing found footage film directed by a passionate stage magician and brought to life by masterful practical effects work.

That’s why I’d like to invite readers to join me on a deep dive into one of the most infamous broadcasts of all time in an attempt to reevaluate the footage as a fascinating narrative experience rather than a complete hoax.

The TV Special That Convinced Millions It Was Real

Ray Santilli next to Extraterrestrial replica in ‘The Alien Autopsy Scandal’

For starters, regardless of whether or not you believe that there was in fact an extraterrestrial crash in Roswell during the summer of 1947 and that some form of autopsy was performed on the victims, the producers behind the black & white recordings, Ray Santilli and Gary Shoefield, insist that their video was a “restoration.” Though I’d argue that the proper word is “remake”of genuine footage that was too damaged to air on television. That’s why the duo went on to recruit filmmaker and eccentric magician Spyros Melaris and sculptor/monster designer John Humphreys to bring their version of the autopsy to life and sell it to the highest bidder.

This is where the story of the Alien Autopsy as a narrative experience really begins. Melaris claims that his approach to the faux recording consisted of striving for extreme period accuracy in both shooting equipment and setting while also planting subtle details that would initially seem like mistakes but could later be revealed to actually fit the time period. That being said, the filmmaker was under the impression that the short would be released for free as a PR stunt, with the team later producing and selling an informative documentary chronicling exactly how the footage was faked and commenting on how easy it is to manipulate public perception with a good old-fashioned magic trick.

This obviously isn’t how things went down, and that’s likely the reason why Melaris has since distanced himself from everyone else involved with the project. Yet, no amount of behind-the-scenes drama can undermine the genuine effort that went into making the short as impressive as it is. From the sourcing of real animal organs from a local butcher to make the organic part of the creature more lifelike to the highly detailed sculpt that made use of a hollowed-out underlayer that could be filled with fake blood and assorted viscera, there’s a reason why so many Hollywood specialists are still impressed with the artistry on display here.

Of course, the believability is only half the story, as I think that the best part of the autopsy is how Melaris builds on the existing tension by obscuring certain details and often embracing the chaos of what a real examination of extraterrestrial life could feel like. The camera often goes out of focus at just the right time to make certain effects hit even harder, and we can only speculate as to what the hazmat-suited doctors are gesticulating about during the operation. There’s a real air of mystery to the whole thing that almost makes it feel like a cosmically terrifying, cursed film containing forbidden knowledge that civilians were never meant to see.

So when Fox’s Fact or Fiction brings in the specialists to comment on the film and its otherworldly subject, it’s no surprise that we end up with one of the most memorable mockumentaries of all time – albeit one where the participants are unaware that the footage they’re commenting on is basically a large-scale practical joke. A joke that the network was obviously in on, as many participants claim that the TV special cut out significant portions where guests point out that they believe the footage to be an elaborate hoax.

The Lasting Impact of the Hoax Turned Cultural Event

Regardless, I remember going to bed terrified after watching reruns of the special and thinking about the respected pathologist who claimed that the body was almost certainly inhuman, with even effects maestro Stan Winston commenting on how difficult it would be to recreate some of these visuals through practical puppetry. That’s not even mentioning Jonathan Frakes’ dramatic hyping up of the disturbing imagery as if he was talking about the tape from The Ring, with his spooky demeanor here likely being responsible for his later role as the host of Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction a few years later.

Personally, I’d argue that the Alien Autopsy phenomenon had just as much of an impact on me as a horror fan as The Blair Witch Project, a film that was almost certainly influenced by the success of this immensely popular hoax (to the point where they even produced their own TV special commenting on Heather’s found footage). Even if Fox didn’t intend to produce a narrative feature about the aftermath of the Roswell crash, the end product still holds up remarkably well as a highly entertaining mockumentary exploring the idea that we may not be alone in the universe.

While neither Santilli nor the rest of the production team has ever commented on this, I also think it’s very likely that the idea of a faux Alien Autopsy could have been influenced by Dean Alioto’s The McPherson Tape/UFO Abduction. I’ve already written about how this granddaddy of found footage was co-opted by rogue ufologists who began selling bootlegs of the tape at conventions as if it were real evidence of a close encounter, so it’s not that much of a stretch to imagine that Santilli and company could have heard about this phenomenon and been inspired to come up with their own highly profitable hoax.

At the end of the day, it’s unlikely that the Alien Autopsy film is recreating any real footage from Roswell, but I can still appreciate the short and the accompanying television event as a standalone horror story that still influences the way we see found footage to this very day.

After all, the possibility that something could be real is often much scarier than finding out for sure – and that’s why I think Alien Autopsy: Fact or Fiction is still worth revisiting three decades down the line.

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