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Maas Murder: ‘Sint’ Raises Hell During the Dutch Holiday of Saint Nicholas Day [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.

Every early December, children throughout parts of Northern Europe are seen leaving their shoes out overnight along with carrots and hay. This can only mean one thing — Sint is coming to town. Other normal customs to mark the anticipated event include writing poems and exchanging chocolate letters, but nothing about Dick Maas’ Sinterklaas-themed movie Sint (Saint) can be considered normal. The radical filmmaker instead commemorates the occasion with spilled blood as well as contests the saintliness of this holiday’s namesake.

For those new to Sinterklaas, or Saint Nicholas Day, the cherished festivity is held annually in the Netherlands. Other Europeans also observe but not quite on the same level as the Dutch. According to lore, a bearded old man in red, referred to as Sinterklaas, Sint-Nicolaas or simply Sint, voyages from Spain to give children presents on the eve of December 5th (Sinterklaasavond). He is joined by the Zwarte Pieten — Sint’s controversial helpers also known as the Black Petes — and a white steed. Kids leave out their shoes so they can receive gifts, and the carrots and hay are for the horse. By now, the neophytes might be thinking Sinterklaas’ frontman and Santa Claus are one and the same. The more secular Santa is in fact derived from Sint, who is then based on a historical figure, Saint Nicholas of Myra.

Sint is typically depicted as a benevolent character. Yet as the villain in a Maas dark comedy, the patron saint of children is treated to an extreme makeover. The fabricated truth comes out whenever the holiday coincides with a full moon. The tutelary figure, really a cruel and renegade bishop named Niklas (Huub Stapel), makes a rare appearance in Amsterdam and causes mayhem right under everyone’s noses. Everyone except Frank (Egbert Jan Weeber), a luckless high schooler caught in the crossfire, and the troubled detective (Bert Luppes) who narrowly escaped the killer ‘klaas as a child.

Anyone acquainted with the Maas-ter of Nether-Horror is aware of the thin plots in his oddball oeuvre. Sint is no different as it comes and goes with only a passable patchwork of familiar ideas to keep things moving. From a babysitter getting ambushed in her home to an army of the dead rolling in with the fog, there is at least some vintage John Carpentry going on here. However, switching a lethal Santa out with a demoniac rebranding of a beloved European entity like Sint adds uniqueness. A holiday figure going on a murder spree is nothing new in the horror genre, but a homicidal Sint hellbent on revealing his own wickedness to the public and shattering long-held beliefs is more novel than not.

Back in the ‘80s, Christmas horror pioneer Silent Night, Deadly Night achieved cinematic infamy after its release was vocally protested. Sint experienced a similar situation when Maas was sued over the film’s posters; concerned parents thought children would be scared of the sinister Sint. The court ultimately ruled in Maas’ favor. Although the hoopla over Charles Edward Sellier Jr’s movie only stoked others’ interest, parents’ anxiety toward Sint feels understandable now knowing the titular character descends upon thirty-five hospitalized kids at one point in the movie. Their imminent deaths take place off screen while the adults endure more graphic and unambiguous demises. Gore fiends should be sated by plentiful impalements and beheadings. Maas piques the audience’s morbid curiosity and cuts away before the kiddos come to nothing. The imagination fills in the blanks. Regardless, this decision seems out of character, but even an auteur who challenges decorum and esteems dark humor has his limits (imposed or otherwise).

As to be expected in a Maas’ production, the visuals do the heavy lifting in Sint. The director waives Christmas iconography to keep the movie strictly about Sinterklaas. A clean but drab aesthetic ushers in doom and gloom. The festive décor so common in American Christmas movies is absent as Sint shows a more modest-looking December in Amsterdam. The snowy city makes for both a great backdrop and a vital battleground. Niklas targeting victims on nearly empty streets seems bizarre in a city normally so bustling, yet it also captures that lonelier side of the holidays.

When asked if Sint satirizes traditions and religion, Maas said Catholicism needed “a big spanking” and the Pope is “one of the greatest villains” today. It comes as no surprise that his opinions are not too popular with conservatives, even though his singular brand of weirdness has wide appeal. What should be an irreverent horror-comedy is indeed a swipe at those in power everywhere. The government in Sint does what so many others like it have always done; it hides the truth. The people in charge wrap a bow around something unpleasant until the time comes to do it again. Their dishonesty is less about protecting the public and more to do with avoiding accountability. A deeper read of the cover-up — in particular a bishop doing harm to thirty-five kids — reveals Maas’ feelings about specific scandals within the Catholic Church.

Critics have knocked Sint for not living up to its fullest potential. There is some truth to that sentiment, seeing as the movie loses its footing near the end. Knowing that, this is one of Maas’ more ambitious movies. And that is saying a lot considering how much he generally refuses to color within the lines or play nice. This fearless Dutchman always has a lot to say, but his thoughts about Sinterklaas especially have more weight than usual.

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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