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[Hidden Gems] ‘MR 73’ (aka ‘The Last Deadly Mission’) is One of the Best Genre Films You’ve Likely Never Seen

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Show of hands – who believes Silence of the Lambs is a horror film? Okay, keep ‘em up if you think the same about Seven. Alright then, how about George Sluizer’s The Vanishing (either version)? Think that’s a horror film?

Sure, all three films are decidedly thrillers. But given the nature of their villains and the violence and intense imagery on display in each, is it too far of a stretch to consider them a part of our favorite genre as well? While that’s surely up for debate, and this article is not meant to lead us into semantics. Rather, if your hand is still up and you’re willing to broaden your own personal definition of the “H” word to include grisly thrillers, then you may want to stick around for the following film recommendation.

The title in question is, to be certain, both a standard police procedural and a thriller. However, its vicious killer, gruesome violence and intense third act also comfortably place it well within the embrace of the horror genre. A French film released in its native country in early 2008, Olivier Marchal’s MR 73 didn’t hit US shores until later that same year, when it was regrettably retitled The Last Deadly Mission and dumped into Blockbuster as one of its “Exclusive” line of DVDs. Sadly, the film never gained much traction here in the States, as it never had a standalone release after the video rental giant went bankrupt in 2010. And what a shame, as the film is one of the better genre offerings the aughts has to offer.

The film opens with a title card noting that the following tale is “Inspired by true events”, then introduces us to Louis Schneider (Daniel Auteuil), a drunken French cop boozing it up on a Marseilles public transit bus before hijacking the thing at gunpoint for the simple purpose of having it turn around and take him back home – a moody, intense sequence all set to Leonard Cohen’s “Avalanche”. Schneider is arrested by a SWAT team, then astonishingly let off the hook due to the sympathy the force has for him given both his prior record and an unnamed tragedy in his recent past.

Schneider is bounced down to desk duty, but continues to look into a series of serial killings he’d previously investigated. The murders are brutal – all female victims, sexually assaulted and butchered. Schneider acts as a silent aide to his old partner in researching the crimes, even though contravening his superiors would be the one final straw that would mean the end of his career as a lawman.

In a parallel story, young bartender Justine Maxence (Them’s Olivia Bonamy) learns that Charles Subra (High Tension’s Philippe Nahon), the vicious killer who murdered her parents over two decades ago, will be released from prison soon. Unable to cope with the stress and unwilling to forgive and forget, Justine sends both a letter and a photo of herself to the soon-to-be-freed convict – a direct challenge to the imprisoned murderer. Her reckless attitude changes soon enough when she learns that she’s pregnant.

Crooked cops, family drama, prison shenanigans and Schneider’s haunted past weave in and out of these two stories, until they eventually dovetail over halfway into the film. Justine seeks out Schneider, the cop who’d found her as a child at the scene of her parents’ murders, wanting to hear the grim details of Subra’s killings. Not long after, Schneider makes a discovery in the case of the serial killer currently haunting the streets of Marseilles. He leads an unsanctioned arrest attempt on the murderer, leading to the death of not only the killer, but his old partner as well. Schneider is imprisoned, then released months later, only to find that Subra has gone free and has been stalking and quietly terrorizing Justine. With nothing left to lose in his life, Schneider sets out on a personal mission to rid the people he cares about of their own personal demons, before reckoning with his own in one final, harrowing act.

With its emphasis on heavy drama and the procedural aspects of Schneider’s initial investigation, it might be easy to overlook the film’s latent horror. But a thoughtful watch reveals a movie brimming with dread and shocks, punctuated by jarring bursts of violence, nauseatingly realistic gore, and some truly disturbing tableaus left in the wake of both murderers’ rampages – all showcasing an unrelentingly bleak and brutal approach that one could liken to the wave of New French Extremity films that were contemporaries of MR 73. While one might expect a film that deals with such well worn tropes as an alcoholic detective, corrupt cops, and a cat-and-mouse-playing serial killer to feel oddly comforting in its triteness, MR 73’s underlying terreur (to say nothing of the skill with which the film was made) succeeds in keeping its viewers off-balance and apprehensive throughout its runtime. This is not a movie in which the plucky young FBI detective saves the day in the final act. The world isn’t righted once the serial killer is dealt with definitively by a pair of heroic cops. No, this is a movie that keeps you cold, clammy, and constantly anticipating the worst. Even its biggest triumph and the promise of better days ahead in the film’s final moments are marred by tragedy and soaked in blood.

Credit for this must go to writer/director Marchal, a former policeman and actor who’d previously tackled the crime genre as a director with Gangsters and 36 Quai des Orfèvres, The first two parts of an unofficial trilogy which MR 73 was meant to conclude. Marchal garners great performances from his cast (particularly Auteuil, Bonamy and Nahon) and keeps the film looking gorgeous and gritty (courtesy of cinematographer Denis Roudens), all while maintaining the film’s alternately melancholic and nerve-shredding tone throughout. Sadly, Marchal hasn’t returned to horror in the decade since MR 73’s release, but this fan would be very curious to see what else he might be capable of doing within the genre.

Horror. Not horror. Horror adjacent. Whatever. In any case, MR 73 is one of the best films you’ve likely never seen. Its brutal, beautiful tale of a broken human being trying to do one last good, redemptive thing in a world that continues to beat him down is engaging, exciting, horrifying, tragic, and ultimately hopeful (albeit with great reservations about the world our hero leaves behind). Though its scant availability on home video and its limited visibility on streaming platforms makes it a bit of a pain in the ass to seek out, trust this viewer when he tells you that it’s worth the extra effort. If you get around to catching it (and you should), please pop back by and let us know what you think of it. I sincerely doubt it’ll disappoint.

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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.

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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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