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How ‘Batman Arkham VR’ Became My Favourite Worst Nightmare
Warning: Spoilers for Batman: Arkham VR (however the latter-third has been left out)
Whether a long-term Batman fan or more recent, everyone can agree upon the incredible impact that British developers, Rocksteady Studios had on the caped crusader. The Batman Arkham Trilogy is still seen as the standard to meet for superhero games, with Arkham Asylum, in particular, being a revolution for the genre as a whole. Concluding in 2015’s Arkham Knight, Rocksteady wrapped up the trilogy in a fitting way. So, you can imagine everyone’s shock when a dark, mysterious screen faded in at Sony’s E3 2016 show, only to be encompassed by the chilling voice of Mark Hamill’s Joker. Yes, this is Arkham VR. One of the most unexpected titles to transition to the platform for numerous reasons – above all, its horror factor.
Like any die-hard fan, seeing what Rocksteady had cooked up in their first foray into VR was a tantalizing proposition. Nothing could prepare me for the terrifying realism of Gotham in full 360-degree fashion. Since holding off on a PlayStation VR unit until last Christmas, avoiding spoilers was a difficult task. Nevertheless, I managed to resist – no matter how hard YouTube’s recommendations tried. Going in blind was an exciting feeling. It was time to become the Bat.

Donning the cowl is truly an irreplaceable moment. Being lowered into the Batcave as Alfred walks you through the latest criminal activity, that connects you to the disappearance of Nightwing and Robin is pure story-telling bliss. Batarangs: check. Grappling hook: check. Forensic scanner: check. This is Batman through and through. Gotham’s villainous scum wasn’t prepared for what I had in store.
Arriving at a dingy alley, covered in blood lay Nightwing. We were too late. Using reconstructive technology, Dick’s last moments were tragically recreated. Seeing a fight of this magnitude up close is completely different to anything you experience lying back on the settee. Punches and kicks are thrown from every direction. Feeling in the way (or more likely that I will be on the end of a mighty thump), I dodge from left-to-right. It’s a hologram I remind myself. This footage won’t affect me in the slightest. In reality, the whole experience is a hologram of some sort, yet for those that have ventured into the world of VR, it’s far too easy to get lost.
After taking out a number of Penguin’s enforcers and interrogating Oswald Cobblepot face-to-face, quickly the realization sets in of how nightmarish Batman’s rogue gallery truly is. Shouting profanities in your face, while threatening your very existence, Penguin felt more real than ever. His scars, monocle, and rough demeanor prove how much detail the character bares. Thankfully, compared to a number of other enemies, Penguin felt like pilot fish.
Moving on, things start to become grimmer as our detective work leads us to a morgue. A dead body lies in front of me. While I nervously scan the corpses for clues, my breathing increases in preparation for a jump scare of some kind. Nothing transpires but the tone has changed dramatically. Living the life of the Bat may not be all it’s cracked up to be. Piecing the clues together we identify Robin’s location. A sewer. A sewer that echoes the voice of the clown prince of Gotham.
Carefully making my way through the nauseating pipes, I agonizingly turn my head to the right, peaking through an open vent, only to see a large tail of a creature pull away. “Oh, God!” I yell. All of a sudden, I’m not ready for this. I’ve not had the years of training that Bruce endured. Regardless, my love of this lore keeps pushing me until coming across the Boy Wonder confined in a cage. Grappling over, another cage captures me. Clearly a trap. Whatever The Joker has up his sleeve, I’m not sure I can take it.
Working alongside Robin, we start making our way through the electrical system in hope of freedom. Cogs for Joker’s puzzle are scattered all around, with a final one dropping into the water. Launching the grappling hook into the water to claim the final cog doesn’t go so smoothly.
Killer Croc, the 850lbs +, 9ft deformed monster lurches out of the rancid water, grabbing onto the cage. His claws barely fit through the bars, as the animal attempts to rip the bones from my body. This is more than I bargained for. I wasn’t expecting Arkham VR to bring so much trepidation. Never have I considered myself the bravest of people when it comes to horror, still I managed to muster up the courage to finish the likes of Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice and entries in the Resident Evil series. How tough could Batman be?

Reacting to ravenous reptile, I nervously reached for the nearest switch thus electrocuting the cage and scaring the beast off. This isn’t the end. Freeing Robin, we speak of a plan to take down the Joker, only to be interrupted by the alarmingly real re-emergence of Croc, who now is clutching Robin in his palms. I’m powerless. Before going in for the kill, Robin summons up the strength to let out the words, “Batman!”. My vision blurs, transporting me to a downward moving lift in what seems to be Arkham Asylum. What leads from here is a fearsome tour, with jump scares and mind tricks that question everything you know.
Twice I needed to take off the VR unit due to the severity of the escapade. One of these times included leaving the game until the following day to return. There was even a moment where I questioned whether completing Arkham VR was actually obtainable for me. Soldiering on was an arduous but fulfilling decision because no matter how much I was shaking in my Bat-boots, the final act peaks with several of the greatest Batman moments in all of media. When Bruce Wayne gives up the mantle of the Bat, it’s unlikely I’ll be next in line to don the cowl, though at the least I now possess some experience in the field.
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Forgotten ’80s Satanic Panic Horror Gem ‘The Kiss’ Is Worth Rediscovering
Horror was thriving so well in the 1980s that movies like Pen Densham’s The Kiss (1988) would understandably get lost in the shuffle, only to then gain their fans later on in life. Even still, this one Canadian-American curio has had a more challenging time than others, as far as contemporary reevaluations go, which is very likely due to the movie’s limited availability—at least as of this write-up.
However, the scarceness of The Kiss, while a bit annoying, makes it like catnip for ‘80s horror completists everywhere. Hopefully, a lot of them will walk away satisfied after watching this hidden gem.
Even though The Kiss was intended as the first of several horror collaborations between Astral Pictures and TriStar, as well as the first feature produced by Densham, Richard B. Lewis and John Watson’s Trilogy Entertainment Group, it ended up being the only one produced from that former union. Once the movie was released, TriStar’s distribution jitters—they opted for a regional rollout—did the $6-million flick no favors. TriStar’s cold feet toward horror releases have been well noted, but The Kiss still did a tad better than Night of the Creeps (1986), another genre outing that flopped due to its regional opening.
Shot in Montreal, but set in Albany, New York, The Kiss—which was still called The Host just a few months before its October premiere—concerns an average middle-class family and their forthcoming situation. The uncanny problem in store for them was, in fact, set in motion some years earlier. As that hot and dusty flashback to the Belgian Congo shows, a familial curse was set upon the two Dunbar sisters well before Meredith Salenger’s teenage character was born.

Meredith Salenger, Nicholas Kilbertus and Mimi Kuzyk in The Kiss
The Kiss, which was based on a story by co-writer Stephen Volk (Ghostwatch) and penned by both Volk and Tom Ropelewski, has the outward appearance of The Stepfather (1987). This movie, though, is anything but a gender-flipped retread of that classic domestic disturber. For starters, The Kiss is far less grounded in reality—that much is clear from its unsettling opening scene. There, a trusting girl (Priscilla Mouzakiotis) is the victim of her own deceptive aunt (Céline Lomez); the movie’s titular act, and the story’s first shock, becomes the means of transferring an ancient evil from one host to another.
In the present day, Salenger’s role of Amy Halloran, a religious schoolgirl, is dealt a harsh blow in life once her mother, Hilary Halloran née Dunbar (Pamela Collyer), suddenly dies in a freak accident. But rather than a complete stranger sweeping the Halloran widower (Nicholas Kilbertus) off his feet some months later, Joanna Pacula’s character is that chosen temptress. Here, Pacula plays the grown-up version of the afflicted girl last seen in the movie’s opener. Since Amy’s mother is insistent about there being no reunion between estranged sisters, and she even contemplates buying a gun shortly before her tragic demise, it’s presumable that Aunt Felice poses a threat to her family.
The Kiss isn’t a movie ever too concerned about its own predictability. The audience is indeed often one step ahead of the story here, but also keep in mind how every one of those steps is loud. Take, for instance, the death of Amy’s mother; the Halloran matriarch goes out in garish, gruesome fashion, as a supernaturally commandeered truck sends Collyer’s character through a store window first, then leaves her one leg short. The directorial enthusiasm truly comes out in horrific moments such as these.
The Kiss is always sure to revel in its characters’ ills and misfortunes. So if the plot doesn’t impress, then its lurid parts should. Amy’s mother’s exit scene was proof of an eager, first-time horror director proving his worth. Then, bestie Heather (Sabrina Boudot) survives to tell the tale of a bizarre escalator mishap that, despite showing relatively less gore, spikes viewers’ empathy meter. The wilder bits of this movie, however, commence with that inevitable hookup between Felice and Amy’s bewitched father; their kitchen coitus is paralleled by Amy’s feverish classroom terror. The outcome there is a disquieting cross-cut of sex magic and a young woman’s menstrual onset plus hallucinations.

Sabrina Boudot in The Kiss
From foam appliances to bladders, that parade of special effects in The Kiss casts its own spell on the audience. Felice’s familiar, a visibly malevolent cat, was realized here with several models, some more articulate than others. Admittedly, the demon cat’s not as convincing as most of the effects here, but accepting that artifice, as opposed to fighting it, will make the whole experience way more enjoyable. As for the makeup used to manifest Felice’s inner villainy, it is more minimal and subtle than one might like; yet the work done to turn Pacula into an antithesis of herself is nonetheless compelling.
The otherworldly perils and dreadful goings-on wouldn’t work half as well as they do in The Kiss without the story’s contrast effect. Finding frights in picturesque, extremely ordinary settings was something that took off in the ‘80s, thanks to that sweeping shift to locales like the suburbs. And Amy’s home, a replica of a real Montreal suburban house, is the ideal battleground for any proper good-versus-evil story. It’s also prime real estate for this movie’s satanic panic-inspired horrors.
Because of their ostensibly similar plots, The Kiss has been compared to The Exorcist (1973). Except in Densham’s movie, the sinister, non-Christian entity targeting a teen girl lies within something less apparent and, perhaps, more devastating upon its exposure. To an outsider, Pacula’s Aunt Felice is too beautiful and unobjectionable to ever suspect of being a monster. More suspicious is how quickly she rips into the fabric of the Halloran home. Felice’s mere presence upsets the “texture of family life,” according to the director.

The demon cat in The Kiss
Taking out Amy’s mother and best friend, and distracting her father, would suggest The Kiss is playing by a different set of rules. It is initially leaving its adolescent target unsupported in a rather grim scenario. In contrast, though, this story offers up a surrogate parent who does her best to fill in the holes of Amy’s eroding home life. Mimi Kuzyk does good work as that family friend and doctor, Brenda, who guides the lost child without also steering her in any one direction; she is naturally skeptical of Amy’s accusations until it’s almost too late to do anything about them. So although The Kiss does an admirable job of undoing the main character’s support system, it never leaves her without a lifeline. This dark movie, in spite of everything that’s transpired, doesn’t deprive itself of light and hope.
The Kiss is a potent mélange of familiar ideas. If not for the director’s surprise flair for horror, though, the movie would have been less effective. What a shame that Pen Densham didn’t continue with the genre. As for Joanna Pacula, she is, too, owed credit as the wicked vixen opposite Meredith Salenger’s pitiable Amy; she never fails to be unsettling in her role. Pacula makes Aunt Felice a sexy yet intimidating character.
For horror that steadily doles out madness and menace, while also delivering a flashy and ghastly conclusion, The Kiss is certain to please. Yes, it’s cheesy all the way, but most favorably, everyone involved plays everything straight. That kind of commitment goes a long way with this movie.

The Kiss
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