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A Low-Budget Ratpocalypse – The Underrated NYC Horror Movie ‘Mulberry Street’

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Apocalyptic infection flicks rarely show the initial chaos of their respective outbreaks. In fact, most zombie movies tend to skip over the downfall of civilization entirely, focusing on what happens after society has already collapsed. And even when these stories dare to take place during the immediate aftermath of a global crisis, most filmmakers (like George A. Romero in his seminal Night of the Living Dead) prefer to place their main characters in isolated locations where they’re only shown brief snippets of how the rest of the world is dealing with the calamity.

Obviously, there’s a simple explanation for this. Large scale stories need large scale production budgets and few studios are willing to bet that amount of money on a gory genre flick. Even World War Z had to be tragically neutered in order to justify its blockbuster financing, and indie filmmakers can’t exactly pay out of pocket to afford the special effects necessary to convey a global disaster.

Fortunately, there are exceptions to every rule, and every now and then ambitious filmmakers attempt to tackle large stories despite a lack of resources, with some of them succeeding precisely because of their down-to-earth approach to the downfall of civilization. One of my personal favorites of these low budget apocalypses is Jim Mickle’s tragically underseen Mulberry Street, a unique little infection movie from 2006 that revamps a familiar premise to make a statement about gentrification in New York.

While he’s now mostly known for his work on Stakeland and the Netflix comic-book adaptation Sweet Tooth, Mickle was once a freelancing film student who found himself working on amateur productions until he met future collaborator Nick Damici. Hitting it off with the writer/actor due to their shared love of genre movies, the duo decided to team up for a minimalist zombie film that would harken back to the manic energy and social commentary of Romero’s early work. As the scope of the project grew and the team accrued more investors, the proposed story changed into something more original.

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Starring an ensemble cast comprised of the inhabitants of a downtown Manhattan apartment building, Mulberry Street tells the story of a mysterious rat-derived plague that begins to infect New Yorkers over the course of a fateful summer day. The film shifts between perspectives as these unsuspecting citizens go about their business and slowly uncover an infestation more deadly than anything the Big Apple has ever seen, with the infected slowly turning into rodent-like creatures with a taste for human flesh.

Shot over three weeks on a miniscule budget of $60,000 and featuring a cast made up of friends and relatives of the production team, Mulberry Street is certainly no Army of the Dead when it comes to production value. There are no action-packed helicopter shots or complex animatronics to be found here (and a modern low-end cell phone could probably shoot in higher quality), but the haphazard nature of this ambitious production is partly responsible for its success.

New York City might be a recurring staple of disaster cinema, but it’s public knowledge that actually filming there is something of a nightmare. Due to the complications surrounding permits for large crews and handling expensive equipment in one of the busiest places on earth, studios generally prefer to dress up Canadian locations or even build artificial sets instead of travelling to the city that never sleeps. However, in Mulberry Street’s case, the lo-fi nature of the production meant that they could actually afford to show how a zombie-like outbreak might affect locals, taking advantage of guerrilla filmmaking techniques and minimalist equipment much like Danny Boyle did in 28 Days Later.  

The characters themselves are also quintessential New Yorkers, with the film boasting a diverse cast of believable human beings just trying to get by as their home is swallowed up by ravenous real estate developers and (eventually) rat zombies. From Ron Brice’s feisty and flamboyant neighbor to Bo Corre’s struggling single mom, seeing how these wildly different people react to such a horrific crisis is undoubtedly fascinating, and all of the casualties feel appropriately tragic.

While the film is refreshingly short, it still dares to take its time when developing these characters without losing sight of the story’s apocalyptic thrills. Sure, some viewers might be put off by the story’s focus on slow-building dread instead of immediate frights, but you’ve got to hand it to a filmmaker that can make the neighborhood itself an essential character of his horror movie – especially when it’s populated by memorable bit players like Antone Pagán and even fellow New-York-based genre filmmaker Larry Fessenden!

They’re in the walls…

In fact, part of this attention to idiosyncratic detail comes from Nick Damici basing several of the film’s characters on real New Yorkers that he knew from when he lived in Hell’s Kitchen. This also includes Damici’s own performance as Clutch, the de facto protagonist of the picture who wants to reunite with his veteran daughter as she returns to an unrecognizable city. Horror hounds will probably notice quite a few similarities between Clutch and Damici’s future tough guy characters in films like Stakeland and Late Phases, making the experience even more rewarding for genre veterans.

While it’s understandable that some audiences might be put off by the film’s grimy photography, I’d argue that the grungy urban visuals have aged surprisingly well, making the experience feel like a lo-fi time capsule evoking post-9/11 paranoia. While the aforementioned 28 Days Later covered a lot of the same ground, Mulberry Street’s call-backs to one of New York’s darkest days hit even harder due to the film’s depiction of these events during the course of a single day and night.

The muddy visuals also enhance the picture’s cheap effects, making the infected feel that much more menacing since you can’t really make out the seams behind their eerie make up. It actually takes quite a while for you to see a completely transformed rat zombie (though I imagine the infection would get even worse as time goes on), and while I appreciate how their final design is clearly inspired by Nosferatu, I’m glad that Mickle decided to keep these inhuman hordes relegated to the shadows. A rat-borne zombie plague may sound silly on paper, but the film’s realistic execution and serious tone make it so that audiences feel just as scared as our main characters when the shit hits the proverbial fan – a rare feeling in non-Romero zombie movies.

It might not reach the same emotional heights as Danny Boyle’s opus and it’s not quite as elegant in its social commentary as George Romero’s classics, but I’d argue that Mulberry Street is still one of the best and most human of the 2000s’ zombie revival movement. After all, it’s not every day that a filmmaker proves you can simulate a city-wide apocalypse on a budget without sacrificing story or characters.

Born Brazilian, raised Canadian, Luiz is a writer and Film student that spends most of his time watching movies and subsequently complaining about them.

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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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