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The Very British Apocalypse of ‘When the Wind Blows’ Feels Horrifyingly Relevant Today

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The many warnings about just how bleak and terrifying the 1986 animated film When the Wind Blows is still doesn’t prepare you for the reality of it. After all, this is based on a book written by Raymond Briggs, the author of the quaint, nostalgia-inducing animated film The Snowman, a heartwarming festive film that is as synonymous with Christmas to me as Santa and Wham! How could it possibly be terrifying?

When you’ve watched so, so much brutal and intense horror in film, it’s understandable that you’re going to question when something is declared ‘terrifying’. That’s obviously subjective anyway, but in this context of overexposure to terrifying things on film, it’s an important point because it takes something that really hits you in the wrong spot to shake you out of that casual response to terror and fear.

The passage of time and having your own family certainly opens up a whole new box of things to be afraid of. Death and illness become more than morbidly romantic passing notions, they gain weight. 

In When the Wind Blows, a fairly typical old couple, called Jim and Hilda, potter about, living their delightfully mundane lives in an English rural town. The early conversations are eerily reminiscent of those my own parents and grandparents have had; gentle bickering over things being out of place, opinions on the things in the news are injected with personal ignorance and mild intolerance, while the daily routine of chitchat and cups of tea steadily rolls on.

Jim keeps hearing and reading about the threat of war. This evokes powerful nostalgia in him, as he recalls his own glory days of fighting for Queen and country. Sweetly, naively, disturbingly, a part of him wishes he could do it all over again, and while it’s flippant talk from him generally, he does want something to happen.

Both he and Hilda don’t fully comprehend the way war has evolved at this point. The threat is literally nuclear now, and it becomes chillingly clear just how little they know, and how much they assume. Jim takes the impending threat somewhat seriously, reading up on how to prepare for a nuclear explosion and preparing their home just in case by setting up shelter, getting as many supplies as he can. Unfortunately, he really just wants to play at being a soldier again, and through a mixture of old-age forgetfulness and bullish naivety, he and his wife cut corners on this prep repeatedly. A bomb hasn’t even dropped and already this couple made me extremely anxious with their whimsical ways.

Again, for those who grew up on Raymond Briggs’ The Snowman, seeing that same kind of style here is incredibly deceptive at first, as it’s just a slightly humorous, and well-realized depiction of an old couple going about their day to day lives, and that just makes what follows even harder to watch.

Because of course the bombs drop, and it’s a strangely beautiful depiction of devastation that acts as the intermission between the twee doddering of a fussy old man and wife, and the creeping death and horrific decision-making of the second half.

There should be relief that the old couple survives, in part thanks to the shelter they’ve made. Maybe they’ll be okay? Maybe there’s something magical about all this like The Snowman? Well, in a manner that’s become unsettlingly familiar as of late. The seriousness of their situation gets diluted by skewed reasoning and impatience, and this ultimately proves lethal.

Sure, they’re probably doomed already – after all, their shelter is just a bunch of doors nailed to a wall, hardly a sufficient shelter for nuclear fallout – but it doesn’t matter, as safety and sense are soon forgotten so the couple can just ‘get on with their lives’. You know when you scream at a character in a slasher film to not go into that room because it means death? That’s how every moment of the second half of When the Wind Blows feels. Disbelief turns to dread, turns to the bleak realization of just how fucked they are.

In a lot of post-apocalyptic drama, there’s a clear drive to make you see the human cost of what happens. The problem is, the situations are usually from the same perspectives of ‘man is the real enemy’, whereas When the Wind Blows is about survival against the threat itself; and it picks a pair of protagonists who don’t ever seem to realize just how close the enemy is, and don’t really put up any kind of fight against the invisible threat. They just blithely walk towards a slow, unpleasant and painful demise, and we have to watch.

What made all this hit harder, was seeing that same attitude present in reality about an unseen killer. It’s made When the Wind Blows disturbingly relevant in a new way. Two perfectly normal people misinterpreting advice and guidelines, stoking the fires of wartime nostalgia as a way of ‘fighting back’, and shockingly going about their daily routine when death itself has moved into every cabinet, drawer, door, and hallway of their house. In both cases, life has changed, almost irreversibly so, and not adapting to that costs lives.

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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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