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‘Inside’: Christmas Horror at Its Most Extreme [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.

The idea of willingly spending Christmas alone might sound unusual, but Sarah Scarangella (Alysson Paradis) is no stranger to loneliness these days. The last four months have been — simply put — challenging. All she wants is a night of peace and quiet before everything changes again. Yet that wish is denied when a mysterious woman breaks into her home and threatens not only her life but also the one inside of her.

“Enjoy your last night of peace,” Sarah’s doctor tells her with no hint of irony or foresight in his words. Although Sarah is expected to see him on her delivery day, also Christmas, fate has something different in store for her. Neither Sarah’s mother Louise (Nathalie Roussel) nor her editor Jean-Pierre (François-Régis Marchasson) can convince the mother-to-be to join them on Christmas Eve. Sarah instead returns to her yule-barren home and dreams of Matthieu (Jean-Baptiste Tabourin), the husband she lost in a car accident four months earlier. 

A quiet, anxious night alone is interrupted by a female visitor (Béatrice Dalle) asking to come inside and use Sarah’s phone. Sarah turns the stranger away only to see her again, staring at her menacingly through the window before disappearing into the night. The police inspect the house and find no trace of the woman, but Sarah later comes face to face with her in her own bedroom. Upon waking up to the pain of shears piercing her navel, Sarah is thrown into a life-or-death situation with no viable means of escape. In time the home invader reveals her twisted motivation; she wants Sarah’s baby.

Julien Maury and Alexandre Bustillo’s debut feature Inside (À l’intérieur) is remembered for being one of the bloodiest and most brutal entries in the New French Extremity. This distinct wave of transgressive films from the early 21st century, including Frontier(s), High Tension and Martyrs, is in part characterized by feral violence. Inside does not lack in blood or stomach-churning viciousness; it excels in horrific displays of tangible cruelty and emotional shocks.

Once Dalle’s ghostly character, known only as La Femme, jams the business end of her weaponized shears into Sarah’s stomach, there is hardly a moment of relief. Cuts, stabs and slashes are accompanied by discernible, bodily sounds that make every wound seem even more excruciating. In utero sequences of a CGI baby in distress as Sarah endures her injuries are startling. Pausing Inside to collect one’s self here and there is understandable seeing as so many scenes attack the audience’s eyes and ears.

The film’s title when taken literally might refer to Sarah’s body and home or La Femme’s physical trajectory. Another interpretation is the concept of turning someone inside out, emotionally speaking. As made evident by her visit to the doctor as well as her general demeanor, Sarah is depressed. She has been robbed of both her husband and the joy of expectancy. It can be argued Sarah is ambivalent toward her pregnancy; maybe even annoyed by it. A nurse smokes a cigarette in her presence, yet Sarah says nothing. In contrast to her gentle, comforting dream of Matthieu is a vivid nightmare of her newborn emerging from her mouth. This implies Sarah is scared of her baby, or at the very least, the future of raising him or her alone.

Sarah has internalized the bulk of her pain, and for this reason she is cut off from feeling much of anything other than grief and anger. That all changes once La Femme launches her attack. Sarah’s agony is given form and ripped out of her bit by bit. At the same time, Sarah’s maternal instincts finally come to the surface as she realizes what all is at stake. Anyone who suggests the heavy and graphic violence in New French Extremity movies serves no purpose overlooks the cathartic benefits. The characters in these stories are being pushed to feel and fight again.

Aughts horror is best remembered for gore and remakes with the two characteristics often blended together. Inside eventually received its own remake after years of delays. By then, REC’s Jaume Balagueró had moved on from the prospect of helming the English version himself. In his place was fellow Spanish director Miguel Ángel Vivas. The remake follows the same setup; a pregnant widow, Sarah Clarke (Rachel Nichols), wards off her own intruder (Laura Harring).

Vivas’ Inside still uses Balagueró’s script, which, as he told Fangoria back in 2008, emphasizes “the terror of the pregnancy situation more than the gore.” This along with other small and big changes amounts to a very different movie. While Maury and Bustillo’s story is more intimate, the remake comes across as too generalized. Prefacing the movie with the statistics of infant abduction makes this Inside behave more like a cautionary tale than a grief-driven and deeply personal revenge narrative. Most interestingly is the total overhaul of the original ending. What might have been seen as stirring on paper is conventional on screen. Nichols and Harring give their all to a remake that feels more safe than sharp.

Few horror movies are as intense and unsparing as Maury and Bustillo’s Inside. It stands out in a film movement teeming with haunting and visceral imagery. The eyes might find it challenging to read every inch of carnage as beauty, but there is an artform to these sorts of nonconforming movies. One that Inside‘s creators have mastered since the very beginning.

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

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Neon-Soaked Cult Classic ‘Vamp’ Starring Grace Jones Still Has Bite 40 Years Later

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Grace Jones and Dedee Pfeiffer in Vamp

College kids, strippers and vampires—those were Donald P. Borchers’ only requirements when he approached Richard Wenk about writing and directing a movie for New World Pictures. As requested, Wenk cooked up Vamp (1986), a tailor-made blend of the decade’s teen movie craze as well as its horror boom.

Grim and earnest stories were still very much a part of the ’80s horror landscape, yet Vamp is something of a comedy. One difference between it and, say, Saturday the 14th, though, is the former avoids using schtick. Wenk’s movie proves that horror comedies also don’t have to subtract thrills from their recipes. Of course, it takes a minute before reaching that point; college antics and culture shocks preface this one macabre misadventure.

Vamp‘s initial setup is apt for a typical college-set, sex-driven comedy; to bribe their way into a fraternity house, two pledges (Chris Makepeace, Robert Rusler) go looking for some adult entertainment. Without wasting time on any further exposition, the characters embark on an all-in-one-night trip that quickly detours into terror.

To procure their elusive MacGuffin—a stripper willing to gyrate for some frat boys—Keith (Makepeace) and AJ (Rusler), plus a third wheel named Duncan (Gedee Watanabe), trade the safety of their remote college campus for the seediness of some unnamed city. The setting is recognizably L.A. by day, but as soon as night falls, downtown, along with the characters, slips into a kind of surreal universe. Director of photography Elliot Davis gave this early entry on his prolific résumé an unusual yet distinctive look; that Mario Bava-esque, magenta-green lighting is omnipresent, so much so that it’s almost its own character. 

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Chris Makepeace and Robert Rusler in Vamp

The faint comparisons to Martin Scorsese’s After Hours are merited, although not just because of Vamp’s distinguishing nighttime aesthetic. Save for the primary characters, the supporting roles in Wenk’s movie are also quite colorful and transactional in their behavior. The difference here, though, is the additional urge to ruin Keith and his friends at every turn. Some of that harm is humorous and tolerable enough, whereas the moment Vamp dishes out its first fatality, it’s abundantly clear how this movie qualifies as horror.

Vamp falls into that category of horror movie that reveals its genre with a scream rather than a series of whispers. The opening scene can function as a hint of what lies ahead—things are not at all what they appear to be—but otherwise, Wenk is more than happy to hold off on the horror. When that time does come, though, it catches the viewer off guard. In addition to the pure shock value is that sudden decision to upend the movie’s foremost feature. Or so it would seem.

If afraid of major spoilage, those new to Vamp would be wise to stop reading here. There’s just no skirting around the fact that the central fellowship in this buddy movie hits a serious snag when AJ is killed. That development causes the story to become more of a “long, bad night” journey for Keith and his romantic interest. So while Wenk scores points for subverting expectations, there is also a touch of sadness in his decision. Because if Vamp does anything well, it’s making the characters likable.

Something that comes easily to Vamp—and other teen horror movies from this same era—is its ability to invent young characters worth caring about, or at the very least, are interesting and not so immediately off-putting. More impressive is how Wenk did all this without actually fleshing out those characters. Still and all, Keith and his kind are a grade above cookie-cutter, and in some cases, aren’t completely devoid of growth.

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Grace Jones in Vamp

Vamp appeals with an assorted cast of characters. No two are the same, nor are they operating on the same wavelength. The cinematically extroverted AJ, whose actor conveyed charm and vulnerability in near equal amounts, comes alive when he’s at his most undead. Makepeace then makes the chronically cautious Keith a sympathetic fellow, even as he’s more and more affected by the night’s bizarre events. Meanwhile, Duncan is indeed the designated loser of the whole bunch, but Watanabe still manages to humanize him. As a bonus, the role didn’t require him to pull a Long Duk Dong.

As for Dedee Pfeiffer, she is plain adorable as the mysterious After Dark server nicknamed “Amaretto”. She spends all night fixing her dress strap while at the same time trying to get Keith to remember how he knows her. As their offbeat romance grows, it becomes another highlight of this movie. Whether or not Pfeiffer’s character is really a vampire also creates some welcome tension in the story.

Like a lot of its contemporaries, Vamp went on to become a bit of a cult classic. That current status is determined by several factors, but without a doubt, the casting of Grace Jones is the most considerable. The image of her writhing on that unique-looking chair, a Keith Haring original, springs to mind whenever this movie is brought up.

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Chris Makepeace, Billy Drago and Paunita Nichols in Vamp

Prior to that first display of unequivocal horror, local vampire queen Katrina (Jones) took to the stage and delivered a strip show like no other. One would expect nothing less from that renowned model and performance artist. By now reports of Jones’ tardiness on set are no secret, yet it’s also hard to deny her commitment to the part of Katrina. It was, in fact, Jones who took charge of her character’s appearance—on top of Haring painting her body and that now-iconic chair, she had Andy Warhol handle her costuming. And not too many actors could seize a room’s attention without saying a single line of dialogue.

In 2022, Vamp received a retrospective novelization from Encyclopocalypse. This literary union of preexisting source material—Wenk’s original screenplay—and new ideas from author Christian Francis amounts to a more comprehensive visit to the After Dark Club. The basic story there is no different than what’s shown on screen; however, Francis gets creative with the characters’ origins and designs, and he enhances a number of key scenes.

The novelization expands on the urban and social decay of the main setting, and supplies a background for the After Dark Club. Sandy Baron’s character, Katrina’s emcee and familiar, is given ample motivation for sticking around; up until the fiery end, he is loyal to his friend and former business partnerSqueak, who looks like he wasfed through a combine harvester, and left as nothing more than a heap of mangled remains. Then there is Billy Drago’s character Snow, the leader of a street gang called The Dragons. His reason for menacing Keith and AJ is more altruistic than in the movie; he and his peers act tough to scare off any potential food for the vampires. 

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Lisa Lyon in Vamp

If not for all the backstories, Francis’ Vamp would be a hell of a lot shorter. Instead, this tie-in read dives into how AJ met Keith—the orphaned Anthony Joseph hailed from a broken home back in Brooklyn—and how their friendship flourished over the years. Keith’s archership is no longer just an assumed part of his entire being; it’s a confidence-building extracurricular for a boy who got picked on before coming into the protection of the new kid in town. These supplemental, in-depth looks at the protagonists, plus their close connection, are maybe unnecessary. The movie already did a fair and concise job of addressing their platonic intimacy without the need for flashbacks and insights, specifically in that scene where AJ lays it all out as he sacrifices himself.

Where the novelization gets off course is its approach to the minor characters. Intermittently backstorying the likes of Katrina’s indentured servants, Seko (Leila Hee Olsen) and Vlad (Brad Logan), ends up disturbing the flow of the writing. Was it absolutely essential that readers know Vlad was the Grand Duke of the House of Romanov, or how Snow’s accomplice Maven (Paunita Nichols) became so dentally challenged? No, not really. However, one’s mileage with these random biographies may vary.

The novelization is a more substantial experience, but for a movie like Vamp, less is more. And as plentiful as they are, it never simply coasts on its campy charms, either. The character work sits comfortably in that realm between cursory and meticulous, the script is sharper than first realized, and Greg Cannom’s vampire makeup is straightforward yet effective. Most of all, the movie didn’t squander its out-of-the-box concept. Richard Wenk made his vision of acomic nightmare in which just about anything that can go wrong doescome true, and it is very enjoyable.

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