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‘Terror in the Midnight Sun’ – The Monster Story That Defined “B” Movies in Sweden

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Martians, atomic monsters, and thinly veiled Cold War allegories were common themes of the 1950s golden age of science fiction cinema. Although with its firm center in the United States, the steady production of sci-fi epics enthused audiences worldwide. But what if the scenery was not a barren planet or an invaded city, but the cool environs above the Arctic Circle? What if the filmmakers were not Hollywood veterans but two small-time producers in Sweden? This is the origin story of Terror in the Midnight Sun (Rymdinvasion i Lappland), one of the first European sci-fi movies to be produced in this era and most definitely the first one from Sweden. This northern monster story has lived most of its life on physical media in Swedish cult film circles but is now available for streaming to an international audience. It all began around 70 years ago.

In 1947, the Swedish dancer and actor Gustaf Unger emigrated to the United States. With his brother – they worked under the stage moniker “the Unger Twins” – he got involved in Hollywood and the ins and outs of filmmaking. In the early days of the Space Age, the public fascination for space travel and futuristic technology kept growing, spilling over onto the silver screen in the form of numerous science fiction adventures. The following years saw movies such as The Day the Earth Stood Still, The War of the Worlds, Forbidden Planet, and Invasion of the Body Snatchers, with intriguing conceptual plots and, at the time, mind-blowing special effects. Many sci-fi movies in this era had considerable overlap with horror in general and monster movies in particular, something that seemed to have resonated with Unger as he made way in film production.

During the same time, in the mid-’50s, the aspiring producer Bertil Jernberg got into film production in Sweden. Jernberg had a military background, where he had worked at the film department of the Armed Forces. The department filled the purpose of a film school, teaching all the practicalities of making films, including prolonged visits to Cinecittá in Rome and other prestigious places. After working on several feature films at other companies, Jernberg was looking to start his own and found some like-minded partners, which led to the founding of Fortuna Film. Among the founders was Gustaf Unger, back in Sweden for the time being, with a grand plan for making a science fiction movie unlike anything seen in the country before.

Only two films that can conceivably be called horror had seen the light of day in Sweden at that time. By all accounts, the number of sci-fi films was even lower, zero to be precise. Whether a feat of bravery or a fool’s errand, Jernberg and Unger got to work. The idea was to ride on the wave of popular sci-fi in the United States, combined with horror that was still in high demand after a decade of Universal Classic Monsters and successful spinoffs, then give it an unmistakably Scandinavian setting. In the words of the working title of the screenplay Jernberg and Unger eventually bought based on a synopsis they liked, it was a “Horror Drama in the Midnight Sun,” or as it became known: Terror in the Midnight Sun.

The script for Terror in the Midnight Sun was penned by Arthur C. Pearce, having only the somewhat derivative indie sci-fi The Cosmic Man among his credits. Pearce would specialize in low-budget science fiction during the 1960s, with little fame, and many of the formulaic ingredients were found already in Terror in the Midnight Sun. The movie he wrote initially emphasized the idea of friendly aliens landing on Earth only to discover the humans were intensely hostile due to an inherent suspicion towards anything foreign or out of the ordinary. The team reworked this into what would become the present plot, which goes something like this…

A UFO, looking not unlike a disco ball, lands in the snowy mountains of the northern part of Sweden that at the time was referred to as the titular “Lappland.” (Part of the larger territory of Sápmi, which is the name that the indigenous Sámi people use themselves.) This strange object makes news headlines and draws interest from Erik and Henrik, two geologists in the capital city of Stockholm, who swiftly travel up north. They bring Dr. Wilson, a fellow visiting scientist from the United States, whose daughter Diane, an Olympic figure skating champion, happens to be at the destination already. Erik and Diane take an interest in each other while the whole group delves into the landscape to investigate. Based on an earlier report, they uncover a scene of carnage: a herd of dead reindeer, apparently torn apart by some monstrous beast, judging by the gigantic footsteps in the snow next to the poor animals. The team continues towards the landing site of the spacecraft, buried deep beneath an Arctic peak. They are electronically monitored by the mysterious passengers within the vessel, a small party of quiet humanoid aliens. Not to give away too much, Terror in the Midnight Sun continues along these lines, with a lot of beautiful skiing scenes, crashed planes, avalanches, a bit of romance, and of course, one giant hairy monster.

The planning and pre-production of Terror in the Midnight Sun took only a few months, much of it dealing with the logistic challenges of shooting much of the movie in such a remote location. Outdoors scenes were to be shot with natural light and a few reflectors. For daytime scenes, the result is spectacular, and plenty of the runtime is spent on winter vistas and downhill skiing. Night scenes, however, were much more difficult due to the same midnight sun that was marketed in the film’s title – the sun just does not set at all in April–May when these took place. A cast of both American and Swedish actors was hired, some of which were rather fluent in English, while in a few notable cases, the dialog had to be re-recorded because the level of language comprehension was just too low. Several of the actors were quite well known. Robert Burton, who played Dr. Wilson, had done many popular television roles in shows such as Perry Mason, The Lone Ranger, and Gunsmoke. The leads, Sten Gester, Bengt Blomberg, and Åke Grönberg, had all appeared in large film and theater productions in Sweden, including several by the notorious Ingmar Bergman. Barbara Wilson, playing the ice princess Diane, came from several years of television and movies but would sadly only work for a few more years after this stint.

The choice of director fell on Virgil W. Vogel, whom Gustaf Unger had met in the United States. Vogel was established as a skilled film editor, working for several years at Universal Pictures and editing films by directors such as Douglas Sirk, King Vidor, and maybe most significant, Orson Welles. Welles’ Touch of Evil was the last project Vogel worked on as an editor before turning to direct his debut, the sci-fi horror adventure The Mole People about a hidden civilization of mutant Sumerians discovered by archeologists in former Mesopotamia. Virgil had taken an interest in genre films and must have seen Terror in the Midnight Sun as an excellent step in that direction. He, too, packed his bags and joined the cast and crew in the exotic, cold north.

All the Americans found the experience exciting, though without much spare time to see anything of Sweden outside film sets and hotel rooms. The northern schedule was tight, more for the practical requirements than a lack of shooting days. A colossal studio set with the landed UFO was built in Stockholm, and a model version for in-flight sequences, an altogether expensive affair. The production went far over its $190,000 budget due to these studio projects and would have gone even further if Jernberg had gotten another wish granted – to shoot the entire movie in color. In terms of special effects, significant effort went into the monster’s appearance. The shaggy monster was played by the journalist Lars Åhrén, another partner in Fortuna Film and a suitably tall man, who spent several hours per day in preparation by the costume and makeup department. Trick perspective shots and model environments with house replicas built at a reduced scale augmented Åhrén’s already towering figure towards the desired monster height of six meters. After forty long days, all outdoors and studio scenes were finally committed to celluloid. Terror in the Midnight Sun entered post-production and would soon be ready for the market.

At its release, film critics in Sweden roasted Terror in the Midnight Sun, calling it “unnecessary” and “featureless.” At least one writer commented that some filmmakers seem to almost compulsively make films about space adventures and aliens, however thin the story. As is still the case, horror and sci-fi are often misunderstood by critics without a background specifically within genre films, which seems to have been the case this time too. In more than 100 years, Sweden has only produced 30 horror movies with a theatrical release, and its sci-fi output numbers in the single digits. It should not be too surprising that the country was not fertile soil for growing a favorable reputation for Terror in the Midnight Sun.

And so, the co-producer Gustaf Unger traveled across the Atlantic to sell the film, an enterprise that would sow disagreement within Fortuna Film. Unger kept sending telegrams back home to Jernberg, bragging about important meetings with distributors, eventually claiming Paramount had made an offer. In reality, Unger had sold the film to the first available buyer, Associated Distributors Productions (ADP), and kept all the money himself. Jerry Warren at ADP decided to make an alternative version of the film in the United States. For the theatrical release, the original 73 minutes was reduced to 55 minutes, with entirely new scenes including Barbara Wilson and also John Carradine as a narrator. Much material was cut out as well, notably one of the most – even by horror standards – unjustified nude shower scenes imaginable. Under the new title Invasion of the Animal People, this version of the film premiered in the US in 1962. According to Jernberg, Terror in the Midnight Sun was sold in 15–20 other countries meanwhile, but despite this, could not bear its costs. Fortuna Film closed shop soon after that and became a mere two-film chapter in Swedish film history.

Terror in the Midnight Sun has since become one of the most famous cult classics in Sweden, often with the implicit assumption that it’s a terrible movie. Genre geeks, however, tend to cherish the movie. It is considered a definitive B movie, but interesting enough has few of the hallmark features associated with that label. The cinematography is well-crafted and displays many beautiful winter wonderland shots to a score based on traditional Swedish melodies, and the actors are not that bad at all. All this at a budget that was several times bigger than the average Swedish production. Most of the B movie quality stems from the screenplay and story that is decidedly hard to follow at times, even though Jernberg quite simply explains it in the Blu-ray commentary track. But plot holes could probably just be considered a rule rather than an exception in the world of 1950s science fiction cinema.

All in all, Terror in the Midnight Sun is a surprisingly pleasant experience. It is not a film among dozens like it. In fact, it is unique as the very first in the ultra-rare category that is Swedish science fiction. The film has continuously been kept alive by the heroes at Klubb Super 8 that have distributed it throughout the years, first on VHS, then DVD, and then with support from the Swedish Film Institute in a 2019 Blu-ray edition restored from the original 35 mm. The latest stop is Cultpix, a new cult movie streaming service from the Klubb Super 8 team that soft-launched in April and has now opened its doors to the general public. Terror in the Midnight Sun is in the initial offering of 400 titles ranging from Scandinavian erotica and kung-fu to kaiju and slashers. A most suitable home for such an odd bird and fantastic news for a movie that deserves a much larger audience outside Sweden, an audience that is hopefully much kinder and appreciative than the critics in 1959. Underneath the convoluted plot and the broken English hides a worthwhile addition to the world of old-school sci-fi horror classics.

Markus Amalthea Magnuson is a film writer and technologist from Stockholm, Sweden. He holds a BA and MA in Cinema Studies and wrote his master's thesis on cyborgs and gender in film and television. He is the Head of Short Film Programming at the genre festival Monsters of Film and curates notable science fiction movies at scifiagenda.com

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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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