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There Are Such Things: The Power of ‘Dracula’ Remains Potent at 90 [Gods and Monsters]

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Last Voyage of Demeter

In Bride of Frankenstein, Dr. Pretorius, played by the inimitable Ernest Thesiger, raises his glass and proposes a toast to Colin Clive’s Henry Frankenstein—“to a new world of Gods and Monsters.” I invite you to join me in exploring this world, focusing on horror films from the dawn of the Universal Monster movies in 1931 to the collapse of the studio system and the rise of the new Hollywood rebels in the late 1960’s. With this period as our focus, and occasional ventures beyond, we will explore this magnificent world of classic horror. So, I raise my glass to you and invite you to join me in the toast.

Horror films have been with us since the beginning of cinema, but the era of Gods and Monsters truly began on February 12, 1931 with the premiere of Dracula. Though met at the time with mixed reviews, looking back, it was a seismic shift for horror filmmaking. Before Dracula, particularly in the United States and Great Britain, it was customary that the supernatural be explained away before closing titles appeared. Films like The Phantom of the Opera (1925), The Cat and the Canary (1927), and The Man Who Laughs (1928) all qualified as horror but contain no supernatural or fantastical elements. The Phantom is frightening to behold, but a mere mortal. Count Dracula was something very different, and the film he inhabited, in many ways, a brand-new genre. Not only was he a supernatural character but one that imitated humanity. Dracula stands alone among the classic monsters as a creature of seduction rather than repulsion. We are drawn to his charm, his intelligence, and…those eyes.

The story of Dracula from novel to first official screen adaptation was a long and complicated one, filled with shady dealings, more than a little copyright infringement, and dominated by a persistent widow. The film is, of course, based on the novel by Bram Stoker, but bears only passing resemblance to it. Florence Stoker shepherded the rights to her husband’s novel after his death and relied upon its income for her livelihood. The most notorious chapter in the filmic journey of Dracula is the unauthorized German version of the novel, Nosferatu (1922). Though names and situations had been changed, F. W. Murnau’s masterpiece was clearly drawn from Stoker’s novel and Florence won a lawsuit against the production company that produced it. All prints of the film were ordered to be destroyed. Luckily, a few copies of the film survived and made it to the United States in the late 1920’s. Rights for it were eventually worked out, however tenuously, but the experience cast a shadow over future dealings with Stoker’s undead creation for many years. 

From the very beginning, Bram Stoker had written the novel with the hopes of it being produced as a stage play. His employer Henry Irving, upon whom many elements of the Count Dracula character were based, was not interested in the property, and thought that such distasteful subject matter was beneath the nobility of the stage. Long after Stoker’s death, Florence authorized a stage version by Hamilton Deane for the London stage. Deane reworked the novel from a vast epic into a small piece that could be played out in a single room. A major character change in his version would redefine Dracula for more than a generation. Deane transformed the Count from the repulsive demon with hairy palms and bad breath of Stoker’s novel (though not quite the rat creature of Nosferatu) into a caped and tuxedoed gentleman who could comfortably be found at the opera and in high society drawing rooms.

The play was a hit, though the critics found it to be a poorly executed, lurid piece. Deane’s version essentially underwent a complete rewrite from John L. Balderston for its move to Broadway, which opened in October of 1927. The film as we know it much more closely resembles this stage adaptation than either Stoker’s original novel or Deane’s version of the play. The plumb role of Count Dracula was offered to the star of the London production, Raymond Huntley, but, as is so often the case, he held out for more money than the producer was willing to pay. The part went, instead, to a Hungarian expatriate named Bela Lugosi. Though Huntly played the Count with an air of nobility, Lugosi took it a step further, making him suave, charming, and even sexy. The show was a smash in New York. Lugosi continued to play the role in the Los Angeles and San Francisco productions, also to resounding success. It wasn’t long before an official Hollywood production became inevitable. 

Thought details are hazy, Universal apparently considered making a film adaptation of Dracula as early as 1915 but rejected it for other projects. After the Nosferatu debacle, most film studios wanted to be nowhere near the property. Any film that involved a vampire went to great pains to avoid suffering a similar fate, including the now legendary lost film London After Midnight (1927) starring Lon Chaney and directed by Tod Browning. But with the success of Balderston’s version of the stage play, interest was rekindled. When studio head Carl Laemmle turned over control of Universal to his son, however, he was appalled by the junior Laemmle’s push to make a horror film, even one as potentially lucrative as Dracula. “I don’t believe in horror pictures,” he later said, “it’s morbid. None of our officers are for it. People don’t want that sort of thing. Only Junior wanted it.” Despite his father’s objections, with Carl Laemmle, Jr. in charge, horror was in at Universal, and would become the defining genre of the studio for well over a decade, saving it from complete ruin on multiple occasions during the direst years of the Great Depression. Universal’s first task after acquiring the property was to secure its star.

To call Bela Lugosi’s portrayal of the Count iconic is a vast understatement. It is utterly monumental and surely one of the greatest in horror history. But Lugosi was far from the first choice for the role. It is often considered common knowledge that the role first went to the great Lon Chaney. In fact, it was another giant of silent horror, Conrad Veidt, who had played the somnambulist Cesare in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) and Gwynplaine, the man with the permanent smile in The Man Who Laughs (1928) who was first attached to the role. However, anxious about his heavy German accent in Hollywood talkies, Veidt dropped out of the project and returned to Europe as sound pictures gained in popularity. 

Universal’s second choice was screen legend Lon Chaney, a regular collaborator of the attached director, Tod Browning. The few stills that remain of Chaney’s vampiric role in London After Midnight give a glimpse of the possibilities the “Man of a Thousand Faces” might have explored for the make-up and performance of his version of Dracula. Unfortunately, the possibility of Chaney in the role ended when he died of throat cancer in 1930. Other actors considered before Lugosi include John Wray, Ian Keith, William Courtenay and even Paul Muni, though he was a rather unlikely choice. Eventually, through extensive lobbying, Lugosi won the role, though that same lobbying also signaled that he was willing to work cheap. In the end, he was paid a comparable pittance for his legendary performance. Also returning to the film from the stage production were Edward Van Sloan as Van Helsing and Herbert Bunston as Dr. Seward.

Apart from Lugosi, the truly standout performance in the film is Dwight Frye as Renfield. When erudite and respectable in the opening scenes, he is engaging, but after he has become a slave to his master he is utterly spellbinding. It is a fearless performance, the kind that could be compared to the most daring turns by actors like Willem Dafoe and Nicolas Cage today. His squeezed laughter, wild eyes, and manic grin bring the greatest life to the second half of the picture. Any time the film begins to sag, Renfield enters and electrifies the scene once again. Frye truly steals every moment he appears as the raving, blood obsessed, madman.

The film itself is far from perfect, including a few glaring plot holes—evidence of its low budget, rushed production, and apparently disinterested director, but its greatness cannot be denied. Ironically, some of Dracula’s most criticized elements have, with time, become some of its greatest strengths, as if contemporary filmmaking caught up with it after 90 years. There is a surprisingly modern feel to the look of the film with its static camera work, which has become a much more commonly used technique in recent years. The film is shot largely in wide masters and two shots with few close-ups. This may have been due to the fact that Tod Browning had become fairly disengaged from filmmaking in general following the death of Chaney. Though he would return to his old self a year later with Freaks, several actors have said that Browning did not give them much guidance at all. Lugosi defended him in later interviews, citing pressures and interference from a nervous studio.

Rumors sometimes crop up that cinematographer Karl Freund actually directed most, or even all, of Dracula. Though he undoubtedly had a great deal of input into the finished product, the camera choices in particular are decidedly un-Freundlike. Though early talkies often shot with locked camera placements due to single microphone recording and noisy cameras, by the early 30’s this was becoming less the norm. Freund, well known for the “unchained camera” techniques he developed with F. W. Murnau for The Last Laugh (1924), surely would have brought more kinetic energy to the camera work had he been calling the shots. Perhaps something akin to a more refined version of the roving shots found in the Spanish Version of Dracula, which was shot at night on the same sets as the English version. Instead, the camera is almost always stationary except for key moments, giving them particular emphasis and power. For example, the camera pushes in on Dracula’s voracious expression when Renfield cuts his finger, pulls out on the introduction of Van Helsing, and tracks in on the mirror in the lid of the cigarette case in which Dracula casts no reflection.

Dracula’s greatest strengths are in its moments of silence. The hands reaching out from the inside of coffins in the dungeons of Castle Dracula. The three brides surrounding Renfield as Dracula enters and motions them away. Dracula sneaking up on Lucy as she lies in her bed. Mina hypnotically walking across the mist-enshrouded lawn to Dracula, who enfolds her in his cape. Again, the silences have been a magnate for criticism over the decades, but they provide some of the greatest mood and atmosphere in the film. Several attempts have been made to combat the silent nature of the film, most notably the musical score by Philip Glass and his Kronos Quartet written for the 1999 VHS and DVD release of the film. When Dracula was restored once again for Blu-ray release, the newly remastered sound elements revealed that Browning was much more adept with sound than long thought. Subtle effects that had been buried under audio hiss for decades were finally revealed, bringing new life to the film and some level of posthumous vindication to Browning.

Lugosi, however, is far and away Dracula’s greatest asset and the biggest reason it is still revered today. His performance remains utterly mesmerizing and cemented the image of the vampire for decades to come. Even into the late 1970’s, vampires were caped figures with slicked back hair and evening clothes, ideally with some kind of exotic accent. Lugosi’s hypnotic mannerisms, piercing eyes, and idiosyncratic line deliveries (tomor-row…eeve-ningk) make his portrayal of the Count the most indelible of all time. He only officially played Dracula once more on film in the 1948 monster mash comedy Abbot and Costello Meet Frankenstein but reprised the role for many years on stage. He also played a very similar character for Tod Browning, once again, in Mark of the Vampire (1935), a film that curiously adheres to the pre-Dracula tradition of explaining away the supernatural. Mark was also a remake of Browning’s own London After Midnight, bringing a small piece of Dracula casting history full circle. Though his star faded in life, Bela Lugosi is now considered one of the greatest of all horror icons, and with good reason.

Over the years, the Count has been staked, dissolved to dust, frozen, blown up, and eventually mocked and ridiculed on film time and again, but the legacy of Dracula lives on. After the 1931 version, Dracula became the most filmed fictional character in history, with the possible exception of Sherlock Holmes. Over the past year, two new versions of the tale have been announced. One, a more traditional retelling of the novel from Karyn Kusama for Blumhouse, and the other a futuristic, sci-fi western reimagining from Chloé Zhao. History has proven there is plenty of room for interpretation of the character and story. There will no doubt be multitudes of compelling versions ahead. 

The 1931 film, and many other versions of Dracula, place an unspeakable evil under a veneer of civility. The greatest danger is that we can be so easily seduced by an alluring glance, a charming face, or captivating words. All we need to do is look through history to see that this goes far beyond any work of fiction. This seduction is all around us. In the original release of the film, there was a monologue, lifted straight from the stage play, delivered by Professor Van Helsing, that has since been lost. As the audience rose to leave, he came on screen saying: 

“Just a moment, ladies and gentlemen! Just a word before you go…When you get home tonight and the lights have been turned out and you are afraid to look behind the curtains and you dread to see a face appear at the window—why, just pull yourself together and remember that after all…there are such things.”

As has been the case since the beginning, horror hides its truest meanings under compelling stories and memorable characters, but it is almost always saying something more than meets the eye. Beneath its crumbling castles filled with spiders and cobwebs, the cloaked figure in the fog, and the bats flying overhead, there is the reality of true darkness. As Dracula, and a million other horror tales to come would tell us, there is indeed evil in the world and concerns worthy of our fear. Maybe not vampires and fly-eating madmen, but yes, in fact, there are such things.

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Forgotten ’80s Satanic Panic Horror Gem ‘The Kiss’ Is Worth Rediscovering

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Joanna Pacula is Felice Dunbar in The Kiss

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.

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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.

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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.

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