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Denial of Death: ‘The Others’ & ‘Carnival of Souls’ Make for a Haunting Double Feature

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As human beings, we can’t accept death. Most of us have trouble reconciling the end of one’s existence and the afterlife. It’s a hard pill to swallow — but it’s an inevitable conclusion that comes sooner or later. In life, we love and are loved, hoping that we make some small dent in the world. In death, we hold fast to the people we once were, desperately straining to stave off such a brutal coda. With both Herk Harvey’s wonderfully-peculiar Carnival of Souls and Alejandro Amenábar’s dream-like The Others, the characters learn what it means to live and die and how dangerous holding on can be.

Mary Henry (Candace Hilligoss) works as a church organist but shows no interest in religion itself. She simply perceives it as just another job. “I’m not taking the vows; I’m only gonna play the organ,” she tells her new boss, a pastor (Art Ellison) in a little church in Utah. After a drag racing incident killed her friends, leaving her relatively unscathed, she decides it’s time to move on and accepts a new gig some distance away. 

When she makes it clear she’s disinterested in faith, the pastor asks her a profound question: “You can not live in isolation from the human race, you know?” Mary, a bit of a weird one, dodges the question and sits down to play the organ. Later, when the minister heads out on an in-home call, Mary rides along, as she wants to make a stop at an abandoned carnival on the way. The circus tent is derelict and haunting, with scraps of debris scattered around. It’s a ghost town, and Mary’s attraction to it has everything to do with her own lonesome, secluded place in the world. She doesn’t seem able to connect with other human beings in the same way as before, so she roams listlessly through her “life.”

She rents a room in a nearby boarding house, where she meets John Linden (Sidney Berger), a sleazeball from across the hall. One morning, he brings her a cup of coffee, and Mary speaks on the differences between night and day, alluding to her own tumultuous relationship with life and death. “It’s funny. The world is so different in the daylight,” she muses, “but in the dark, your fantasies get so out of hand. But in the daylight, everything falls back into place again.”

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‘Carnival of Souls’

While out shopping that afternoon, Mary experiences a bizarre occurrence. The world ripples around her shoulders and casts her into a veil of silence. No one can hear or see her, and she can’t seem to hear anything either. She meanders back out onto the street, where sounds slowly trickle back into her eardrums. Birds chirp, and the traffic whirls past. In hysterics, she runs into a man named Dr. Samuels (Stan Levitt), who claims to be a psychiatrist, and whisks her away to his office across the street. There, Mary pours out her heart about a mysterious man (played by Harvey) who’s been following and frightening her. A self-described realist, she shares her experience back in the department store, “It was as though for a time I didn’t exist. As though I had no place in the world, no part of the life around me.”

Mary’s denial — if you didn’t realize, she actually died in the fateful crash that killed her friends — embodies our own. She’s a surrogate for the audience; her story is a wholly tragic one that captures what it means to live and die — and fail to accept the truth. Delirious from fear and paranoia, she later seeks out Dr. Samuels again for further guidance. “I don’t belong in the world. Something separates me from other people,” she pleads. But The Man turns around in the chair and reveals himself. Mary flees in her car. Because her transmission is wonky, she first heads to a nearby mechanic. 

While there, she has the weirdest dream, in which she imagines seeing her dead self dancing with The Man inside the circus tent. Couples twirl on the floor, and all she can do is look on from the sidelines, totally flabbergasted and terrified. Once she awakens, she darts away from the mechanic shop and heads out to the carnival. It’s time she finally confronts the truth. She has to stop running. After she’s chased to the carnival grounds outskirts, it’s then revealed that she has been dead the entire time. She only accepts death when there are no other options; sometimes the truth is harsh, and you can never escape it. It always catches up with you no matter what you do.

‘The Others’

In The Others, Grace Stewart (Nicole Kidman) undergoes a similar arc. When the film opens, three servants arrive on the doorstep of a sweeping mansion estate. Mrs. Mills (Fionnula Flanagan), Mr. Tuttle (Eric Sykes), and Lydia (Elaine Cassidy) seek work, and as they previously worked on the property, they already know a thing or two about the place. A week ago, the prior servants vanished in the night without word or notice. While her husband has yet to return from war, Grace goes about life as usual and manages her household with a firm grip. She’s a stern protector, making sure her two children Anne (Alakina Mann) and Nicholas (James Bentley) are well taken care of. Despite attempts to live a normal life, there’s something amiss — but it’s difficult to pinpoint what exactly. Perhaps it’s Grace’s slightly aloof nature, or maybe it’s Anne’s claims that she speaks with a little boy only known as Victor (Alexander Vince). What’s even more, the three servants possess an odd air about them. There’s something dark, maybe even malevolent, bubbling below the surface.

During a morning homeschool lesson, the conversation veers into a discussion of the four hells, including one saved for misbehaving children. Grace stares them down, striking fear deep within their beings. Even though Anne is unwilling to believe such tall tales, the story about children beheaded by the Romans still lingers in her mind. This scene, in particular, carries a certain irony. Spoiler alert, they’re all dead and are seemingly trapped in their own hell, unaware of their current spiritual state and unable to travel anywhere outside the fog-laden property. “That day” is brought up frequently in conversation, yet such allusions are made only to tease the audience about what’s really going on. What is made out as a typical haunted house period piece becomes far more universal about our inability to accept death or even have discussions about it.

The Others never fails its audience with its central thesis: “We must all learn to live together — the living and the dead,” as Mrs. Mills puts it. We, mere human beings, are nothing more than creatures creepy-crawling in existence to the grave. The dead, for their part, must forage through the wilderness of the afterlife to uncover peace, redemption, and acceptance.

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A slow burn by nature, the film methodically unwinds as strange incidents escalate. Grace hears a young child crying out, but she believes it to be Nicholas or Anne. Footsteps can be heard from somewhere above on another floor, and the curtains, meant to protect the children from the sun’s rays (they suffer from light sensitivity), vanish one morning. While scouring through one of the rooms, Grace uncovers a photo album containing photos of what appear to be sleeping families. But they’re not sleeping. They’re very much dead. People took these photos “with the hope that their souls would go on living through the portraits,” says Mrs. Mills. “Grief for a loved one can lead people to do the strangest things.”

Grace grieves for her husband, who has yet to return home from the war. Perhaps that’s why she hasn’t moved on or accepted her fate. When she heads into town to get a priest, she is unable to walk past the woods lining the long driveway, as the fog bears down upon her. In the haze, she hears footsteps and witnesses the slowly-emerging form of her husband. He’s dumbstruck and out of sorts. Grace shuffles him off to the house, where he takes to his bed for days at a time. Later revealed, he only returned to say goodbye — by his emotional reaction, you get the sense he already knows he’s dead.

Grace eventually learns she’s dead, as well, in the film’s shocking twist ending. Having gone off the deep end, and discovered the dead photographs of Mrs. Mills, Mr. Tuttle, and Lydia, Grace dashes upstairs to save her children, who’ve now encountered “the intruders” that have been causing general mischief in the home. Grace enters an upstairs bedroom to discover a medium performing a séance with Victor’s parents. Not only does she discover she is dead but that she killed her two children and then shot herself in the head. “We’re not dead!” the children shriek.

We are not dead

This refrain rings in the audience’s eardrums. The revelation is far more than shocking; it’s an emotional moment for the characters. With this brutal reality before them, Grace, Anne, and Nicholas finally accept they’re no longer alive. Clinging to one another, Grace’s memory of “that day” comes flooding back, tears staining her cheeks. It’s almost too much to bear, yet she resolves that her house will forever be theirs. “This house is ours,” they whisper over and over again. The camera picks up a b-roll of various rooms and locations in the home, hammering the idea that their presence can and will be felt for all of eternity. As the camera pans out from an upstairs room, Grace, Anne, and Nicholas plant their feet before one of the windows. Down below, Victor witnesses their visage fading from view. The end of their lives is only just beginning, and perhaps it’s a fate much worse than death itself — being trapped in hell with no way out.

‘Carnival of Souls’

The Others and Carnival of Souls explore hell in vastly different ways. Where Mary Henry is both a part of the world and removed from it (depending on the moment), Grace and her family are completely cut off from humanity, left floundering in their own purgatory. And both films drag the viewer through a whirling landscape of death and decay and even force a confrontation with one’s own mortality. Aside from taxes, death is the one inevitable thing we have to look forward to in life. And we must accept it whether we want to or not.

Ultimately, Grace and Mary embody our own fears, reservations, and hang-ups about dying. Their avoidance of truth is not unlike our own. What we fear most in life is the unknown, in whatever form that may come in — whether that’s having empathy for others who are different from us or the terrible uncertainty of the future. We fear because we don’t understand. The two characters here pour such fear into their unwavering commitment to living, going about their lives as though nothing has happened. We do this, too. We hide behind the mundane (or the exciting, depending on how you look at it) as a way to avoid the inevitable, for better or worse.

But death can not be stopped. Eventually, it all comes for us just like The Man stalking Mery Henry in The Others and the servant trio popping up in Carnival of Souls. It’s our fate.


Double Trouble is a recurring column that pairs up two horror films, past or present, based on theme, style, or story.

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What’s Wrong with My Baby!? Larry Cohen’s ‘It’s Alive’ at 50

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Soon after the New Hollywood generation took over the entertainment industry, they started having children. And more than any filmmakers that came before—they were terrified. Rosemary’s Baby (1968), The Exorcist (1973), The Omen (1976), Eraserhead (1977), The Brood (1979), The Shining (1980), Possession (1981), and many others all deal, at least in part, with the fears of becoming or being a parent. What if my child turns out to be a monster? is corrupted by some evil force? or turns out to be the fucking Antichrist? What if I screw them up somehow, or can’t help them, or even go insane and try to kill them? Horror has always been at its best when exploring relatable fears through extreme circumstances. A prime example of this is Larry Cohen’s 1974 monster-baby movie It’s Alive, which explores the not only the rollercoaster of emotions that any parent experiences when confronted with the difficulties of raising a child, but long-standing questions of who or what is at fault when something goes horribly wrong.

Cohen begins making his underlying points early in the film as Frank Davis (John P. Ryan) discusses the state of the world with a group of expectant fathers in a hospital waiting room. They discuss the “overabundance of lead” in foods and the environment, smog, and pesticides that only serve to produce roaches that are “bigger, stronger, and harder to kill.” Frank comments that this is “quite a world to bring a kid into.” This has long been a discussion point among people when trying to decide whether to have kids or not. I’ve had many conversations with friends who have said they feel it’s irresponsible to bring children into such a violent, broken, and dangerous world, and I certainly don’t begrudge them this. My wife and I did decide to have children but that doesn’t mean that it’s been easy.

Immediately following this scene comes It’s Alive’s most famous sequence in which Frank’s wife Lenore (Sharon Farrell) is the only person left alive in her delivery room, the doctors clawed and bitten to death by her mutant baby, which has escaped. “What does my baby look like!? What’s wrong with my baby!?” she screams as nurses wheel her frantically into a recovery room. The evening that had begun with such joy and excitement at the birth of their second child turned into a nightmare. This is tough for me to write, but on some level, I can relate to this whiplash of emotion. When my second child was born, they came about five weeks early. I’ll use the pronouns “they/them” for privacy reasons when referring to my kids. Our oldest was still very young and went to stay with my parents and we sped off to the hospital where my wife was taken into an operating room for an emergency c-section. I was able to carry our newborn into the NICU (natal intensive care unit) where I was assured that this was routine for all premature births. The nurses assured me there was nothing to worry about and the baby looked big and healthy. I headed to where my wife was taken to recover to grab a few winks assuming that everything was fine. Well, when I awoke, I headed back over to the NICU to find that my child was not where I left them. The nurse found me and told me that the baby’s lungs were underdeveloped, and they had to put them in a special room connected to oxygen tubes and wires to monitor their vitals.

It’s difficult to express the fear that overwhelmed me in those moments. Everything turned out okay, but it took a while and I’m convinced to this day that their anxiety struggles spring from these first weeks of life. As our children grew, we learned that two of the three were on the spectrum and that anxiety, depression, ADHD, and OCD were also playing a part in their lives. Parents, at least speaking for myself, can’t help but blame themselves for the struggles their children face. The “if only” questions creep in and easily overcome the voices that assure us that it really has nothing to do with us. In the film, Lenore says, “maybe it’s all the pills I’ve been taking that brought this on.” Frank muses aloud about how he used to think that Frankenstein was the monster, but when he got older realized he was the one that made the monster. The aptly named Frank is wondering if his baby’s mutation is his fault, if he created the monster that is terrorizing Los Angeles. I have made plenty of “if only” statements about myself over the years. “If only I hadn’t had to work so much, if only I had been around more when they were little.” Mothers may ask themselves, “did I have a drink, too much coffee, or a cigarette before I knew I was pregnant? Was I too stressed out during the pregnancy?” In other words, most parents can’t help but wonder if it’s all their fault.

At one point in the film, Frank goes to the elementary school where his baby has been sighted and is escorted through the halls by police. He overhears someone comment about “screwed up genes,” which brings about age-old questions of nature vs. nurture. Despite the voices around him from doctors and detectives that say, “we know this isn’t your fault,” Frank can’t help but think it is, and that the people who try to tell him it isn’t really think it’s his fault too. There is no doubt that there is a hereditary element to the kinds of mental illness struggles that my children and I deal with. But, and it’s a bit but, good parenting goes a long way in helping children deal with these struggles. Kids need to know they’re not alone, a good parent can provide that, perhaps especially parents that can relate to the same kinds of struggles. The question of nature vs. nurture will likely never be entirely answered but I think there’s more than a good chance that “both/and” is the case. Around the midpoint of the film, Frank agrees to disown the child and sign it over for medical experimentation if caught or killed. Lenore and the older son Chris (Daniel Holzman) seek to nurture and teach the baby, feeling that it is not a monster, but a member of the family.

It’s Alive takes these ideas to an even greater degree in the fact that the Davis Baby really is a monster, a mutant with claws and fangs that murders and eats people. The late ’60s and early ’70s also saw the rise in mass murderers and serial killers which heightened the nature vs. nurture debate. Obviously, these people were not literal monsters but human beings that came from human parents, but something had gone horribly wrong. Often the upbringing of these killers clearly led in part to their antisocial behavior, but this isn’t always the case. It’s Alive asks “what if a ‘monster’ comes from a good home?” In this case is it society, environmental factors, or is it the lead, smog, and pesticides? It is almost impossible to know, but the ending of the film underscores an uncomfortable truth—even monsters have parents.

As the film enters its third act, Frank joins the hunt for his child through the Los Angeles sewers and into the L.A. River. He is armed with a rifle and ready to kill on sight, having divorced himself from any relationship to the child. Then Frank finds his baby crying in the sewers and his fatherly instincts take over. With tears in his eyes, he speaks words of comfort and wraps his son in his coat. He holds him close, pats and rocks him, and whispers that everything is going to be okay. People often wonder how the parents of those who perform heinous acts can sit in court, shed tears, and defend them. I think it’s a complex issue. I’m sure that these parents know that their child has done something evil, but that doesn’t change the fact that they are still their baby. Your child is a piece of yourself formed into a whole new human being. Disowning them would be like cutting off a limb, no matter what they may have done. It doesn’t erase an evil act, far from it, but I can understand the pain of a parent in that situation. I think It’s Alive does an exceptional job placing its audience in that situation.

Despite the serious issues and ideas being examined in the film, It’s Alive is far from a dour affair. At heart, it is still a monster movie and filled with a sense of fun and a great deal of pitch-black humor. In one of its more memorable moments, a milkman is sucked into the rear compartment of his truck as red blood mingles with the white milk from smashed bottles leaking out the back of the truck and streaming down the street. Just after Frank agrees to join the hunt for his baby, the film cuts to the back of an ice cream truck with the words “STOP CHILDREN” emblazoned on it. It’s a movie filled with great kills, a mutant baby—created by make-up effects master Rick Baker early in his career, and plenty of action—and all in a PG rated movie! I’m telling you, the ’70s were wild. It just also happens to have some thoughtful ideas behind it as well.

Which was Larry Cohen’s specialty. Cohen made all kinds of movies, but his most enduring have been his horror films and all of them tackle the social issues and fears of the time they were made. God Told Me To (1976), Q: The Winged Serpent (1982), and The Stuff (1985) are all great examples of his socially aware, low-budget, exploitation filmmaking with a brain and It’s Alive certainly fits right in with that group. Cohen would go on to write and direct two sequels, It Lives Again (aka It’s Alive 2) in 1978 and It’s Alive III: Island of the Alive in 1987 and is credited as a co-writer on the 2008 remake. All these films explore the ideas of parental responsibility in light of the various concerns of the times they were made including abortion rights and AIDS.

Fifty years after It’s Alive was initially released, it has only become more relevant in the ensuing years. Fears surrounding parenthood have been with us since the beginning of time but as the years pass the reasons for these fears only seem to become more and more profound. In today’s world the conversation of the fathers in the waiting room could be expanded to hormones and genetic modifications in food, terrorism, climate change, school and other mass shootings, and other threats that were unknown or at least less of a concern fifty years ago. Perhaps the fearmongering conspiracy theories about chemtrails and vaccines would be mentioned as well, though in a more satirical fashion, as fears some expectant parents encounter while endlessly doomscrolling Facebook or Twitter. Speaking for myself, despite the struggles, the fears, and the sadness that sometimes comes with having children, it’s been worth it. The joys ultimately outweigh all of that, but I understand the terror too. Becoming a parent is no easy choice, nor should it be. But as I look back, I can say that I’m glad we made the choice we did.

I wonder if Frank and Lenore can say the same thing.

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