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‘WNUF Halloween Special’: Celebrating 10 Years of Pure Halloween Nostalgia

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Growing up there was a stack of VHS tapes that sat in the built-in cabinet beneath our 27 inch living room television. The large white clamshell cases housing Disney tapes were propped against the side to the left while my brother’s wrestling tapes were stacked to their right, as though there to keep the Disneys in line. Beside them sat my mom’s Christmas videos as well as the handful of movies my parents saw fit to own. Finally, in a messy pile at the end, were my tapes. No clamshells or box art, these cassettes bore nothing but a white label marked with the sloppy penmanship of my own hand.

Still, despite the crossed out titles and unintelligible scribbles vaguely describing the contents within, the fragmented, commercial laden videos carried a sense of discovery with them. A tangible feel of date, time and place that no other form of media seemed to bear and this sensibility became most pungent around the holidays. Particularly, Halloween. I remember the tape I used to record my favorite spooky specials, filled with Great Pumpkins, horrific treehouses and so many seasonal sitcom episodes, marked simply with large, orange letters: HALLOWEEN.

While I’m grateful for the conveniences of modern technology and quite content to have my favorite Halloween programming in pristine condition at the click of a button, there was something otherworldly about tapes like my own that added to the October experience. A notion that their contents were frozen in time, everything from the murky analog video to the regional advertisements that made the thing feel captured rather than recorded. It was an experience I had once thought impossible to replicate, unique to an era that had come and gone, but then, ten years ago, the WNUF Halloween Special (2013) appeared on a nondescript VHS tape and did just that.

Initially left abandoned at horror conventions, bathrooms and mixed into tape swaps and rummage sales, WNUF snuck into the world on VHS with an air of mystery. Opening with fragments of local television commercials, the video moves right into the WNUF TV28 Evening News where the two anchors, dressed as a vampire and a witch, host their Halloween themed public access news show back in 1987. Everything from the orange and black dollar store streamers decorating the news desk to the discolored tracking lines flickering at the bottom of the screen cements the authenticity of the segment and the tape.

The anchors promise stories on a religious collective crying Satanic panic, small town politics and even a live segment from a real-life haunted house as paper skeleton faces peer in from the back window. Its genuineness is further solidified as cheesy commercials for High Pike Farms Pumpkin Patch, the WNUF Reading Club and even a NASA themed advertisement for a soda called Orange Blast Off break up the broadcast. The WNUF Halloween Special didn’t feel like a new discovery, it felt like an old one, a relic of the past that just might hold some danger that was never supposed to be seen, recorded or, God forbid, passed along.

It’s that feeling of legitimacy, of true found footage, that director and co-writer Chris LaMartina, screenwriter Jimmy George and a crew of fiercely dedicated creatives set out to evoke when they brought the WNUF Halloween Special to life. With the goal of tapping into the found footage milieu while breaking the mold of its sometimes boorish and nonsensical trappings, LaMartina and George devised the idea of an ensemble led film that would be framed as an old program taped off local TV. The concept allowed for a slew of characters to keep the story interesting and an opportunity for commercial breaks to both cut away from the action and break up the narrative all the while providing invaluable validity to the project at large.

The core story follows investigative reporter Frank Stewart, played by Paul Fahrenkopf, as he hosts a live television special at a supposedly haunted house. Once the nightly news concludes its segments featuring a cop warning of Halloween’s dangers, a dentist’s plea for kids to donate their candy and even a little boy who was mistaken as a soldier and shot while trick-or-treating, Frank appears outside of the Webber House to advertise his upcoming special. But before the program finishes, one more package plays. Featuring Kendra North as Angela Harris, founder of a collective called H.A.R.V.E.S.T., the woman claims that Halloween is Satan’s night: a time of evils that should be destroyed, not celebrated. Her irrational rantings are exactly the kind of faux-Christian seasoning that might have been present in the late 80’s and an evocative point of view to juxtapose against the Halloween special that immediately follows.

The remainder of the news segment is peppered with yet more inspired commercials, including a pushy carpet salesman eerily reminiscent of the old Empire carpet ads I used to see growing up in the south suburbs of Chicago and a 1-900-MONSTER hotline that Freddy would’ve been proud of. While the entire film was completed from script to screen in approximately nine months, the commercials required some of the most work. More than 60 commercials were made, created from a combination of stock footage, public domain content and tape that was donated to the production by prolific genre filmmakers who had been operational at the time WNUF is set, including J.R. Bookwalter.

Aside from the authenticity the periodic two minute commercial breaks establish given the range and diversity of ideas they represent, the performances and realism of those in the program truly solidify the WNUF Halloween Special in the realm of believability. Frank’s special begins in front of a crowd of excited residents, all itching to see themselves appear on local television. Dressed as pumpkins, rabbits, gorillas and drugged up vampires, their interactions with Frank feel off the cuff and natural, crafted through a combination of scripted prompts and improvisation, something the filmmakers use to great effect consistently throughout.

A shoddy reenactment akin to what might have been seen in the early hours of the Sci-Fi channel decades ago tells the story of Donald Webber. Claiming he murdered his parents because demons commanded him to do so via Ouija board, the house is revealed to have been cursed ever since. An anonymous police officer recalls his haunting experience investigating the crime and the segment leads to Frank’s clear dismissal of the mythology in lieu of exploiting people’s superstitions for ratings. Frank introduces Claire and Louis Berger shortly thereafter, famed paranormal investigators who are clearly inspired, or perhaps conjured, from two real life proxies.

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Helenmary Ball and Brian St. August play the Bergers with ego and gravitas, inflating meaning into every syllable and truly selling their otherworldly convictions. Clutching to their cat Shadow who helps Claire commune with the beyond, they play their parts as spirit-hunting travelers that have a lifetime of adventures behind them with just the right amount of pompousness and unease. In contrast, Paul Fahrenkoph presents Frank as smug, arrogant and willing to do whatever it takes to get his story of choice, providing an entertaining through line to his interactions with the Bergers regardless of whether he’s being overtly condescending or playfully irreverent. Together, the three keep the simple, low-fi narrative on its toes.

The look of the film is key to its credibility. Shot on VHS, SVHS and MiniDV, LaMartina took every precaution to avoid the look of digital film. Once the footage was compiled, they took the tape and ran three passes through a VCR, ensuring a degraded analog look that gave the impression the tape had been swapped and bootlegged countless times over. As a result, the WNUF Halloween Special exudes the feel of a dusty, forgotten cassette one might find in their distant relative’s closet years removed from its creation, its relevance restored by the strange specificity of what lies within.

In between commercial breaks chronicling the mud-slinging governor’s race and extolling the virtues of tarot card readings, Frank cracks the doors of the long dormant Webber House. Inside, he introduces Father Joseph Matheson. Played by Robert Long II, he wears his clear, crescendoing discomfort with hilarious certainty. Talks of an exorcism and an elaborate EVP reading lead to the destruction of the Berger’s expensive equipment and a live call-in seance. Distraught about their equipment and their now missing cat, the Bergers, along with Frank and Father Matheson, play off of unscripted phone calls creating a further sense of uncomfortable realism. Based on stories of a real televised seance from the 70s that took place in Edgar Allan Poe’s home, the sequence feels as silly as it does eerie and something that may be better left not broadcast.

As Frank’s special deteriorates with the advent of Shadow the cat’s demise and an ill-advised exorcism, the special is forced to cut to commercial more and more. But after pet store advertisements and the promise of wax museum invading monsters on Dr. Bloodwrench’s late night horror show, the WNUF Halloween Special returns to reveal the dark fate of Frank Stewart, his guests and his crew. The exorcism breaks down when Father Matheson reveals that he’s an actor and not a priest, cowering in fear as those in the house are attacked— not by ghosts but by H.A.R.V.E.S.T. A Technical Difficulties sign interrupts the attack and then one final sequence reveals the bodies of the Bergers and an incapacitated Frank. Angela Harris is there with a knife and she severs Frank’s tongue, before one of her cohorts wishes all a Happy Halloween.

The anchors from the film’s start greet us once more in a brief clip of the news post-Halloween. They explain that Frank and his crew are still missing and then go on to continue reading their prompters as they do every evening. The image cuts out and the tape is done. No credits greet the viewer. Nothing to suggest anyone worked to create the strange analog artifact, just the emptiness of a cassette ready to be rewound and watched again.

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Like my tape with the large, orange letters, the WNUF Halloween Special seems preordained to be one of those movies. An annual tradition, non-negotiable viewing during October’s crisp embrace that feels more and more a part of the fabric of stuck-in-time 1980s television fare the more immersed one becomes in it, regardless of whether or not you know it was made in 2013. The lore only strengthens and grows, evolving with things like the spoken word album Frank Stewart Investigates: Halloween which features Frank’s investigations into a haunted laundromat, a terrifying Sheepsquatch and the infamous Phantom of the Roller Rink. With a B-side featuring more of the Berger’s investigations, it’s an essential WNUF companion, all proceeds for which go to the “Find Frank” Fund that appears to need all the help it can get.

A movie like WNUF Halloween Special is more than a seasonal favorite, it’s a historical testament to the prowess, capacity and potential of physical media. How something can be a record of more than just the frames flickering on the screen and what it is that we once mindlessly harnessed for fleeting entertainment. What remains is not only a document of an oft forgotten exercise but a refreshed perspective for those too young to know or too old to remember. Halloween lives in the WNUF Halloween Special, out of time and out of place, ready to be passed, traded, copied and bootlegged again and again so that generation after generation might be lucky enough to stumble upon the unique wonder that process presents.

You can grab the WNUF Halloween Special Blu-ray from Terror Vision now.

You can also purchase Chris LaMartina’s sequel Out There Halloween Mega Tape here!

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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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