Editorials
Visiting the Chilling Set of ‘Eloise’, Starring Eliza Dushku
When it comes to horror movies, one of the most important elements in creating tension, fear, and terror is the atmosphere of the film itself. While it’s not impossible to elicit fear during a bright, sunny day – just look at The Texas Chain Saw Massacre – it’s obviously easier to create such a feeling when the setting of a film is as unsettling as the horror we are about to endure. Movies like The Shining, Event Horizon, Alien, and similar all created an atmosphere that relied heavily upon the location the film took place in. After all, if we feel that the main characters are safe wherever they might be, how can we be expected to feel any sort of concern for what’s about to happen to them?
It’s in this arena that the upcoming horror/thriller Eloise already has a leg up on many other genre titles. Set in the actual abandoned mental hospital of the same name, which is based in Southeast Michigan, the film was shot in the same decrepit and rotting hallways that once held real patients, where people received extreme and now banned treatments, and in what is now considered to be one of the most haunted locations in the state. I was fortunate enough to visit the set and walk through the halls with producer Sanford Nelson, who spoke about the film and demonstrated his seemingly endless knowledge about the compound itself.
Four friends break into the abandoned institution in hopes of finding a death certificate, which will provide Jacob with the rights to a sizable inheritance. While inside the asylum, the group not only finds that the institution houses a horrifying history but also the truth about their own tragic pasts.
Eloise stars Eliza Dushku, Brandon T. Jackson, Chace Crawford, Robert Patrick, and PJ Byrne. It comes to VOD platforms and limited theaters on February 3rd.
Walking Through Eloise
Before we could watch any filming take place, Nelson insisted that myself and my friend/photographer Matt walk through several of the floors of the remaining buildings of Eloise so that we could get a feel for the atmosphere of the film. This included going into the now defunct power house, which powered the entire compound. The building was a maze of rusty pipes, creaking machinery, walkways that were too decayed to step foot on, and flooded passageways. While walking through here, Nelson insisted that the crew did very little work to make it look this way. Rather, they simply cleared a few bits and pieces so as to make everything safer while filming but left the rest intact so that what was shown on screen was authentic.
From the power station we made our way into the administration building. Constructed of brick and surprisingly intact, there was still a sense of filth and degradation that permeated off the edifice. Venturing inside, we walked through hallways whose floors were littered with plaster that crumbled from the ceiling and into rooms where shards of glass sparkled on the floor. In some places, there were the rotting remains and skeletons of dead birds. Throughout the building, binders and papers were scattered across the ground, tales and stories of patients that lay ignored and waiting for time to weather them to illegibility.
Our journey took us from the tunnels underneath the basement to walking on the roof, as well as passing by a rickety freight elevator – the kind that used a lever and sliding gate – and getting close to “therapeutic” bath tubs, whose purpose is rather sinister when thought about through today’s understanding of mental illness.
Having been a fan of Brad Anderson’s Session 9 for many years, I couldn’t help but draw parallels between that film and the building I currently stood in. To say that it felt incredible would be an understatement. This was the kind of experience that many of us dream to one day have. While not a true believer in the paranormal, I truly felt like I was walking through a place that exuded energy, where every square inch held history…not all of it pleasant.

Eloise: A History Lesson
After our journey through the hallways of the main building and the labyrinth of the power station, Nelson took us on an evening car ride around the compound so that we could get an understanding of its enormity, all the while regaling us with history lessons and anecdotes. He began, as any good story should, at the beginning.
Eloise operated from 1832 to 1982. At it’s peak, it consisted of 78 buildings on 900 acres of land and was a totally self-sustaining city. It had its own fire and police departments as well as a bakery. They farmed all their own vegetables, livestock, grew their own tobacco, made their own uniforms in a textile mill, had their own post office…
Five of the original buildings are still standing and we are lucky enough to be shooting in two of them. This is the administration building, so when new patients would come and they would check in, this is where they would start. They did have some holding cells on the 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors were they were held before they were placed in the correct building.

Nelson’s first experience with the compound began in a rather unorthodox fashion. He told us that when he first started his research, he stumbled across a Facebook page called “The Eloise Insane Asylum” that was run by a man whose name he never found out. This man put together groups of people to meet him on the grounds of Eloise to search for paranormal activity. He explains that he reached out to the page, made arrangements for a meeting and upon seeing the guy immediately left. Laughing, he explained, “There was no fucking way that I was about to break into Eloise at night in search of paranormal activity with this guy.” While he couldn’t tell us exactly what it was about this man that made him so unsettling, it was clear that Nelson’s gut instinct took over and he trusted it entirely.
As we drove on, Nelson made it clear that the large size of Eloise was not just in its square miles – it took us 15 minutes to drive around the perimeter on roads that had an average speed limit of 45mph – but also in how many people were there on any given day. “One building alone held over 8,000 male psych patients,” he told us, also explaining that tens of thousands of people being at Eloise, both patients and employees, was a daily occurrence.
Continuing along Michigan roads during dusk, Nelson took us past the tuberculosis sanatorium and the dedicated cemetery. Everything he told us only strengthened the concept that Eloise was its own self-sufficient compound, a place where anything and everything could be handled internally. “It was literally its own city,” he said, his amazement of the scope of the compound apparent in his voice.
Nelson was also able to explain the origin of the name “Eloise”, which came about decades into its operation.
In 1912, due to so much mail coming in and out of the facility, they decided that they needed to build their own post office. The former postmaster of Detroit moved onto the property to run the post office and other logistics, his daughter’s name was Eloise. So, he named the post office “Eloise” and then, eventually, the entire property became synonymous with her name. There’s still a painting hanging in the lobby at Eloise of Eloise and her dog.
Originally, it started out as one building, a poor house for the extreme mentally ill. It then grew and grew and grew. It was the Wayne County Poor House, the Wayne County General Hospital and Sanatorium…
Nelson also told us just how quickly Eloise went out of business, stating that, “…the psych ward closed in the late 70’s and by 1982 the entire place was shut down and they immediately began razing buildings and redeveloping it.” Most of the buildings were left to ruin, although one is now a homeless shelter.
As for the patients who were still in Eloise when the center was closed, fate wasn’t kind to them. “A lot of them went into jails with murderous criminals. Others went to other psych hospitals before those were shut down as well. And many of them were simply thrown on the streets. I then heard stories about a lot of homeless people, ex-patients, who lived in the tunnels after the place closed down. Imagine that? You’re a patient here for years and years and you’re dying to get out. Then, when the place shuts down and you’re let out, you have nowhere to go. So you end up just coming back and hiding in the tunnels.”

Discussing Eloise
What astonished me, apart from the history of the compound and the deliciously eerie locations we visited, was the big budget feel of the film. Shot on a $7 million budget, it still felt like something bigger and grander. We watched a scene being filmed that included fake fires, rain, and lightning flashes, smoke billowing from the windows and doorways of the front of a building. And yet, even with this epic inclement weather that clearly took enormous amounts of coordination, timing, and resources, the crew insisted that this was an independent feature, something they kept firmly in mind so as to create the right kind of experience.
After watching this important scene being filmed (I won’t reveal anything more because to do so might spoil key aspects of the story), we were allowed to walk through the lower halls of the administration building, where it was much more apparent that we were on a set. Framed pictures of antiqued photos lined the walls and there were display cabinets and medical trolleys that were laden with vials, prescription bottles, and various tools and surgical implements. Gurneys were placed here and there, giving the impression that this was an area that saw a lot of “action”.
We then briefly got the chance to speak with director Robert Legato, who was a second-unit director on films such as Shutter Island, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Hugo, and The Departed. He was adamant that Eloise is not a horror film, something Nelson agrees with even though the current trailer and the footage I saw shortly after the set visit seems to speak otherwise. Rather, they insist it is more in the nature of a thriller that happens to have horror elements. Producer Tripp Vinson (The Number 23, Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters) says that much of this boils down to the fact that they are making sure that the story and characters are at the forefront of the film. Interestingly, they also coyly suggested that the Eloise compound itself is a “huge character”.
This set visit proved to me that everyone involved in the making of Eloise was not only deeply committed to creating a great film but that they were also intent on paying respect to a historical monument. There was a reverence and appreciation for the building that was obviously felt by the cast and crew, none more so than Nelson, who dedicated years to researching Eloise and bringing her story to life.

Editorials
André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies
In this day and age, the word “troll” is often used to describe various online nuisances. Yet as abundant and irksome as the modern troll can be, they aren’t usually as fearsome as their mythological counterparts. I’m not talking about the small and gentler versions that have become more common to see in media. No, there are much bigger and scarier trolls out there—and André Øvredal’s movie Troll Hunter is one of the best places to find them.
It doesn’t take long for Troll Hunter (or Trolljegeren) to dump the Blair Witch Project-esque setup and aim for something a lot fresher. The trajectory of the story is augmented by Otto Jespersen’s character Hans, the titular Troll Hunter. The second he comes barreling out of the deep, dark woods and shouts “troll” at the camera, this movie takes a turn into what feels like uncharted territory. Not only subject-wise, but also conceptually.
For fantastical and made-up subject matter in cinema, found footage is a fast way to add a guise of believability. After all, what we accept to be the most crucial aspect of documentaries—the truth—rubs off on pseudo-documentaries, despite our understanding of the pretense involved. That is what Øvredal delivered with Troll Hunter: a movie so convincing that some viewers wondered if trolls really do exist. So, had this been straightforwardly made, it likely wouldn’t have been as effective. Conventional narratives would be more inclined to treat something like trolls as flat out unreal, and never try to convince the audience to think otherwise.

Hans petrifies the three-headed Tusseladd troll.
The viewers, like the characters trailing Hans, are quickly thrown into the deeper end of that extraordinary story. They have to process all this new information while staying on the go. So, although there is no significant amount of meandering, narratively or physically, there is still a good amount of atmosphere, not to mention tension building. It’s never anything frightful, but then again, Troll Hunter isn’t your standard offering of horror; it’s more on the low end of the dark fantasy spectrum. We aren’t ever spirited away to a faraway world—we stay in rather familiar surroundings, as well as dip into those less so. The outcome is a movie where you’re constantly more in awe than in terror.
As fantasy fiction might do, Troll Hunter prefers not to deal with incredulity. There is no time to waste on doubt, as interviewer Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), soundperson Johanna (Johanna Mørck), and cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen) all follow Hans around, recording whatever this character is willing to reveal about his bizarre job. Of course, the Troll Hunter himself is not an open book; in that respect, the diegetic documentary fails to fully capture and unpack the more interesting of its two subjects. Yes, all those giant, monstrous trolls are indeed incredible, but understandably, your mind wanders to their pursuer. What kind of person signs up for this gig and then chooses to stick with it for so long?
Reviews have called out Troll Hunter for its lack of character development. In regard to Thomas and his fellow documentarians, that criticism is valid, but bear in mind, they aren’t the focus of the story, either. Meanwhile, Hans is a well-crafted character. At least better than first realized. Before he was introduced, Hans had already grown tired of the troll grind. Fed up with that low compensation for his services, resentful of the bureaucracy, and wanting to expose his employer on a large scale, Hans’ discontent is glaring.
Then there are those finer details about the Troll Hunter, such as that indifference to both the natural splendor of his everyday surroundings and the affections of an obviously smitten colleague, that also suggest some level of despondency. So it is fair to say this movie doesn’t feature any sizable growth for its characters; however, the namesake isn’t underwritten. No doubt, putting a real-life character like Otto Jespersen in that role is partly why Hans is so fascinating—maybe even relatable.

Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.
There is always a small risk whenever using the term “mockumentary” to describe a found-footage movie, as the word could imply humor where there is none. In the case of Troll Hunter, the term’s usage is appropriate. Some folks have claimed the English-dubbed version has the more comedic tone, however, the Norwegian cut isn’t exactly humorless. Apart from the trolls’ absurd appearances, this is a movie where the characters nearly choke on the monsters’ farts, and Christians are like walking targets. Hans’ complete apathy towards everything is another cause of laughter. Overall, the comedy is intentionally dry and inconsistent. Unfunny, though? Absolutely not.
In a movie where endemic creatures are maltreated, as well as disavowed from living freely and peacefully, it’s hard not to notice the ecological message buried beneath the story. In addition to that is the unmistakable political satire. There is this whole business about intrusive and unsightly power lines—like trolls, they’re big blemishes on the land—that leads to what is perhaps the movie’s funniest moment. The scene in question is that one where certain electric lines, the ones secretly being used to keep the trolls at bay, go in a loop and don’t actually send power to any residents. Yet the monitors of said lines don’t find this at all weird. So it stands to reason that Øvredal was having a go at those who accept the government’s doings without question.
Looking past the fact that trolls aren’t actually real, this movie is an enlightening source of information. And not just for international audiences; Norwegians, too, get schooled about their homeland’s own mythology. It’s also evident from everything on screen that Øvredal and his crew were enthusiastic about the topic. The creature designs are the most indicative of that zeal; those imaginative yet myth-accurate manifestations are equally amusing and grotesque. One second you’re laughing at their phallic noses, the next you’re white-knuckling during a hairy sequence. Most surprisingly is how well the trolls’ visual effects hold up after fifteen years. It’s not all spotless, but on the whole, they remain impressive.
Vouching for a mockumentary about trolls isn’t easy, but those who do come around and give it a shot will more than likely be grateful for the recommendation. For Troll Hunter is a real find in that vast and varied genre we call “found footage“.

A bridge troll reaches up for food and finds Hans decked out in armor.
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