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Mother’s Day (V)
“There are a number of cringe-worthy torture and fight scenes that (unlike some of the torture themes that’ve grown so tiresome) actually serve a purpose within the storyline. It’s these life-and-death action scenes that stay with the character in the moment and that ultimately make the film worth a view.”
Darren Bousman’s re-imagining of the 1980 Troma classic Mother’s Day delivers on the violence, but fails to make an impact.
What starts as a tense home invasion thriller after a bank robbery gone wrong quickly shifts gears into character sketches of a dysfunctional family and the even more dysfunctional group of friends that they terrorize. Charles Kaufman’s original tongue-in-cheek shlock film featured a cold-hearted hillbilly caricature as the matriarch and her two one-dimensional sons bent on rape and destruction. Bousman’s depiction lends much more weight to Rebecca De Mornay’s portrayal as the murderous maternal influence ruling over the Koffin family. Her performance is one of the film’s highlights, with her cold, snake-like death stare and demented rule over her ‘offspring’. The film could use some of the original over-the-top drama that made the original an enjoyable (albeit ridiculous) bit of horror violence. To Bousman’s credit, what he has made with Mother’s Day isn’t a remake at all, but a re-imagining of the film that keeps the core ideas of a family of demented sadists and adds motivation for their fucked up take on family values.
The film quickly gets into the ‘what would you do to survive’ argument, as the hostages own weaknesses and cowardice are revealed and they begin to turn on each other. The typical home invasion horror tropes play out with little in the way of innovation, and the numerous power struggles between each of the family members and the dinner party hostages plays more like cable melodrama than high tension. They’re left alone, they’re paralyzed with fear, they try to escape, they’re punished. No new territory here. Again, De Mornay’s leading of her family in punishment-and pleasure-with the victims keeps the tension high, until a number of scenes attempting to develop character derail the action in the middle. They center around individual family members and the underutilized Shawn Ashmore (of Frozen and Hatchet II) and heroine Jaime King’s vain attempts to win them over to their side. It’s an odd choice, as at no point does it seem a believable possibility that any of the Koffin family will turn against each other. Even if they waiver, its never for long. The film spends too much screen time trying to show shades of grey on the good guy/bad guy scale, and over explaining survival themes of family and kinship.
As a result, when the reveals start pouring out within the group of friends being held hostage (and their are many), the audience hardly cares. Any time the story has spent on them has done nothing but reveal their selfishness or negative characteristics. There’s no emotional impact to the group’s drama, and it does little to inform their actions or move the story forward. By the time that Jaime King’s character finally grows a pair and starts fighting back, the likeability factor of the people she’s fighting to save has reached an all-time low. That being said, when Mother’s Day focuses on the individual survival of any given character, it really hits its stride. There are a number of cringe-worthy torture and fight scenes that (unlike some of the torture themes that’ve grown so tiresome) actually serve a purpose within the storyline. It’s these life-and-death action scenes that stay with the character in the moment and that ultimately make the film worth a view.
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Forgotten ’80s Satanic Panic Horror Gem ‘The Kiss’ Is Worth Rediscovering
Horror was thriving so well in the 1980s that movies like Pen Densham’s The Kiss (1988) would understandably get lost in the shuffle, only to then gain their fans later on in life. Even still, this one Canadian-American curio has had a more challenging time than others, as far as contemporary reevaluations go, which is very likely due to the movie’s limited availability—at least as of this write-up.
However, the scarceness of The Kiss, while a bit annoying, makes it like catnip for ‘80s horror completists everywhere. Hopefully, a lot of them will walk away satisfied after watching this hidden gem.
Even though The Kiss was intended as the first of several horror collaborations between Astral Pictures and TriStar, as well as the first feature produced by Densham, Richard B. Lewis and John Watson’s Trilogy Entertainment Group, it ended up being the only one produced from that former union. Once the movie was released, TriStar’s distribution jitters—they opted for a regional rollout—did the $6-million flick no favors. TriStar’s cold feet toward horror releases have been well noted, but The Kiss still did a tad better than Night of the Creeps (1986), another genre outing that flopped due to its regional opening.
Shot in Montreal, but set in Albany, New York, The Kiss—which was still called The Host just a few months before its October premiere—concerns an average middle-class family and their forthcoming situation. The uncanny problem in store for them was, in fact, set in motion some years earlier. As that hot and dusty flashback to the Belgian Congo shows, a familial curse was set upon the two Dunbar sisters well before Meredith Salenger’s teenage character was born.

Meredith Salenger, Nicholas Kilbertus and Mimi Kuzyk in The Kiss
The Kiss, which was based on a story by co-writer Stephen Volk (Ghostwatch) and penned by both Volk and Tom Ropelewski, has the outward appearance of The Stepfather (1987). This movie, though, is anything but a gender-flipped retread of that classic domestic disturber. For starters, The Kiss is far less grounded in reality—that much is clear from its unsettling opening scene. There, a trusting girl (Priscilla Mouzakiotis) is the victim of her own deceptive aunt (Céline Lomez); the movie’s titular act, and the story’s first shock, becomes the means of transferring an ancient evil from one host to another.
In the present day, Salenger’s role of Amy Halloran, a religious schoolgirl, is dealt a harsh blow in life once her mother, Hilary Halloran née Dunbar (Pamela Collyer), suddenly dies in a freak accident. But rather than a complete stranger sweeping the Halloran widower (Nicholas Kilbertus) off his feet some months later, Joanna Pacula’s character is that chosen temptress. Here, Pacula plays the grown-up version of the afflicted girl last seen in the movie’s opener. Since Amy’s mother is insistent about there being no reunion between estranged sisters, and she even contemplates buying a gun shortly before her tragic demise, it’s presumable that Aunt Felice poses a threat to her family.
The Kiss isn’t a movie ever too concerned about its own predictability. The audience is indeed often one step ahead of the story here, but also keep in mind how every one of those steps is loud. Take, for instance, the death of Amy’s mother; the Halloran matriarch goes out in garish, gruesome fashion, as a supernaturally commandeered truck sends Collyer’s character through a store window first, then leaves her one leg short. The directorial enthusiasm truly comes out in horrific moments such as these.
The Kiss is always sure to revel in its characters’ ills and misfortunes. So if the plot doesn’t impress, then its lurid parts should. Amy’s mother’s exit scene was proof of an eager, first-time horror director proving his worth. Then, bestie Heather (Sabrina Boudot) survives to tell the tale of a bizarre escalator mishap that, despite showing relatively less gore, spikes viewers’ empathy meter. The wilder bits of this movie, however, commence with that inevitable hookup between Felice and Amy’s bewitched father; their kitchen coitus is paralleled by Amy’s feverish classroom terror. The outcome there is a disquieting cross-cut of sex magic and a young woman’s menstrual onset plus hallucinations.

Sabrina Boudot in The Kiss
From foam appliances to bladders, that parade of special effects in The Kiss casts its own spell on the audience. Felice’s familiar, a visibly malevolent cat, was realized here with several models, some more articulate than others. Admittedly, the demon cat’s not as convincing as most of the effects here, but accepting that artifice, as opposed to fighting it, will make the whole experience way more enjoyable. As for the makeup used to manifest Felice’s inner villainy, it is more minimal and subtle than one might like; yet the work done to turn Pacula into an antithesis of herself is nonetheless compelling.
The otherworldly perils and dreadful goings-on wouldn’t work half as well as they do in The Kiss without the story’s contrast effect. Finding frights in picturesque, extremely ordinary settings was something that took off in the ‘80s, thanks to that sweeping shift to locales like the suburbs. And Amy’s home, a replica of a real Montreal suburban house, is the ideal battleground for any proper good-versus-evil story. It’s also prime real estate for this movie’s satanic panic-inspired horrors.
Because of their ostensibly similar plots, The Kiss has been compared to The Exorcist (1973). Except in Densham’s movie, the sinister, non-Christian entity targeting a teen girl lies within something less apparent and, perhaps, more devastating upon its exposure. To an outsider, Pacula’s Aunt Felice is too beautiful and unobjectionable to ever suspect of being a monster. More suspicious is how quickly she rips into the fabric of the Halloran home. Felice’s mere presence upsets the “texture of family life,” according to the director.

The demon cat in The Kiss
Taking out Amy’s mother and best friend, and distracting her father, would suggest The Kiss is playing by a different set of rules. It is initially leaving its adolescent target unsupported in a rather grim scenario. In contrast, though, this story offers up a surrogate parent who does her best to fill in the holes of Amy’s eroding home life. Mimi Kuzyk does good work as that family friend and doctor, Brenda, who guides the lost child without also steering her in any one direction; she is naturally skeptical of Amy’s accusations until it’s almost too late to do anything about them. So although The Kiss does an admirable job of undoing the main character’s support system, it never leaves her without a lifeline. This dark movie, in spite of everything that’s transpired, doesn’t deprive itself of light and hope.
The Kiss is a potent mélange of familiar ideas. If not for the director’s surprise flair for horror, though, the movie would have been less effective. What a shame that Pen Densham didn’t continue with the genre. As for Joanna Pacula, she is, too, owed credit as the wicked vixen opposite Meredith Salenger’s pitiable Amy; she never fails to be unsettling in her role. Pacula makes Aunt Felice a sexy yet intimidating character.
For horror that steadily doles out madness and menace, while also delivering a flashy and ghastly conclusion, The Kiss is certain to please. Yes, it’s cheesy all the way, but most favorably, everyone involved plays everything straight. That kind of commitment goes a long way with this movie.

The Kiss
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