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Gaslighting Thriller ‘Taste of Fear’ is One of Hammer’s Best [Horrors Elsewhere]

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Horrors Elsewhere is a recurring column that spotlights a variety of movies from all around the globe, particularly those not from the United States. Fears may not be universal, but one thing is for sure a scream is understood, always and everywhere.

Hammer Productions was unmatched when it came to gothic horror during its prime. And while it is best remembered today for its openly macabre offerings — those vintage films including the likes of vampires, witches, and other classic monsters — Hammer branched out into thrillers in the early 1960s. Or as they are referred to these movies in a bid to bring in more viewers, the company’s “Hitchcocks.” 

By the time Hammer’s most prevalent writer, Jimmy Sangster, got around to writing the first in what would soon be a line of psychological thrillers, he had grown tired of gothic horror and needed a creative reprieve. So while Taste of Fear (originally “See No Evil” on paper) lacks the ghouls, gore, and fantasy of the screenwriter’s other works, it never lacks in invention or style. Under this banner of suspense, Sangster delivered human threats and singular stories in sympathy with those pulpy thrillers that came before them.

Taste of Fear opens in familiar territory for ardent Hammer fans; the popular Black Park in Iver Heath is substituted for Switzerland. The body of Miss Penelope Appleby’s best friend and nurse, Maggie Frensham, has been recovered from a lake after taking her own life. A few weeks later, Penny (Susan Strasberg) is on a plane to France to reunite with the father she has not seen in ten years. Strangely enough, he has been called away on business, so now Penny must contend with her stepmother, Jane (Ann Todd). Until her father (Fred Johnson) returns, Penny grows more and more suspicious as to why he would take off after urging her to visit. Not helping matters is then a series of spectral scares in and around the remote estate; only Penny sees her father’s dead body in multiple places on the grounds. Helping Miss Appleby solve this mystery and assuring her she is not losing her mind is the family chauffeur, Robert (Ronald Lewis).

By the time Taste of Fear had come out, Hammer had already transitioned to color. Enthusiasts continue to celebrate the visual opulence of Hammer classics like The Curse of Frankenstein and Dracula (1958). However, the choice to go black and white was a curious one for the majority of these ‘60s thrillers. As it turns out, monochrome not only elevates the desired effect of these films, it also evokes the mood of movies of similar character, such as Psycho and Les Diaboliques. No palette is better at understanding Penny’s paranoia and terror than a black-and-white one. As she wanders the estate, she enters the darkside of both the property and the human psyche. An average swimming pool now seems like a sea of darkness, and the shape of knick knacks and antiques are eerily silhouetted in tenebrous rooms. Cinematographer Douglas Slocombe and director Seth Holt worked diligently to match the visuals with the disturbed story.

Something like Taste for Fear neither calls for fancied effects nor does it demand excessive sets and wardrobe. By comparison, it is a simpler and more practical production after coming straight off of Hammer’s extravagant and colorful films. The sharp editing as well as the astute sound design do a lot of the talking when needing to create drama. By putting benign noises in a different context — the hushed flickering of candle flames in a deathly silent and pitch-black room, or the ominous clattering of windows in the middle of the night — Holt summons a great deal of tension. Adding to the fright is Strasberg’s nerve-shattering scream whenever she is taken by surprise by the dreaded corpse of Penny’s father. Johnson is horrifying without even flinching. The camerawork, on the other hand, refuses to remain still and keeps the audience on its toes.

It would be a disservice to divulge the tectonic twists of Taste of Fear, but the enduring quality of this film comes exactly from those revelations and how they are performed. New viewers are advised to experience it all firsthand, whereas the informed know all too well Sangster outdid himself here. As with a number of these kinds of films, the motivation for terrorizing Penny is money. Robert theorizes Jane and a fishy doctor, Christopher Lee’s Pierre Gerrard, have orchestrated this whole scenario to scare Penny out of her inheritance. Proving that would require them to first confirm Penny’s father is indeed dead.

Sangster risks his entire story by presenting the biggest twist at the film’s outset. He slips it right under viewers’ noses, no less. Taste of Fear essentially spoils itself without anyone knowing. It is a bold stroke of genius that pays off in the third act and after rewatches. Until then, Doctor Gerrard becomes the biggest suspect in Penny’s father’s disappearance. Lee applauded the movie, and he absolutely loved playing something other than a villain after portraying Dracula in other Hammer films. Even so, his history as a bad guy naturally leads to distrust when figuring out the real culprit.

Taste of Fear, or Scream of Fear in the U.S., does not get talked about quite nearly enough when the subject of Hammer is brought up in horror circles. While categorized as yet another gaslighter, this creepy film stands heads and shoulders above a good many of its peers. From Clifton Parker’s unsettling score to the sinuous story, everything about this “Hitchcock” makes it one of Hammer’s best works to date.

Paul Lê is a Texas-based, Tomato approved critic at Bloody Disgusting, Dread Central, and Tales from the Paulside.

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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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