Sunday, March 17, 2013

"House of 1000 Corpses"


            From the moment one first claps eyes on Captain Spaulding, one has the feeling that this isn’t going to be your standard slasher movie.  Oh, sure, it’s got most of the classic slasher themes in it – the house in the middle of nowhere; the fatal curiosity in a dark local folk legend that proves to be all too real; the psycho in the back seat of the car.  But there’s more and still more, the movie revealing Rob Zombie’s arresting if somewhat grim vision a little at a time.  Just when you think you’ve peeled off one layer of traditional slasher horror, a new layer presents itself, as horrific as the last but weirder, until one arrives at the final horror, the Borg-like, Cenobite-like, and totally whacked out Doctor Satan himself.  It’s kind of like Friday the 13th, only there’s more Jasons, they show up sooner in the movie, and they’re a lot more interesting.

            So what’s the plot?  The movie starts with Captain Spaulding squaring off with a couple of inept armed robbers.  There’s the first layer of horror:  rural fruitcakes in the manner of Deliverance.  But then four kids stop in at Cap’n Spaulding’s joint and take the dime tour.  They hear about the legend of Doctor Satan, who performed unauthorized brain surgery on inmates at the mental hospital.  Seems Dr. Satan M.D. was hanged by the locals, only his body was never found and the folk legend is that he’s out there running around doing horrible misdeeds.  The kids (some of them) decide to find out and end up having dinner with a houseful of more or less totally insane people.  Okay, fair enough, there’s the second layer of horror:  psychopaths in the grand tradition of The Hills Have Eyes or Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

            The kids are now, in Captain Spaulding’s words, fucked.  But in the scheme of things, there is screwed and then there is royally screwed.  Two are just screwed, but two are royally screwed, in that they graduate to the third layer of horror, Doctor Satan himself, who struck me as part Borg, part Cenobite, and part something else altogether.  The scene of Jerry buying the farm beneath Doctor Satan’s brain surgery made my toes curl.

            But the plot of the movie isn’t really the point of the movie.  The plot is really not all that different from a thousand other slasher movies; it’s what Rob Zombie does with the standard fare that makes this movie unusual.  I’d like to explore some of the things Rob did.

            1.  It’s not all that gory.  There are scenes of gore, but in general, the movie’s not a bloodbath, certainly nothing approaching Peter Jackson’s Dead-Alive.  High-intensity gore serves as the staple in horror movies because it saves the director from having to create truly horrific visions.  “Just throw a bunch of blood and guts around and it’ll be okay” is the horror-movie mantra.  But Zombie was discreet with the gore.  There’s blood, to be sure, and stabbing, and lots of other stuff, but really not all that much.  What the film did have, however, was something approaching true horror.  The movie didn’t scare me, but it horrified me.  They’re different things. 

            2.  The characters aren’t as stereotypical as they seem.  Captain Spaulding, for example, was immense fun to watch.  He’s as coarse as burlap underwear, but I loved watching him.  I replayed the top menu on the DVD over and over just to hear him say “We-e-e-lll, shit the bed!”  Spaulding (and many of the other characters) curse like longshoreman, but it’s not just cursing.  Zombie has a good ear for cursing and in the hands of Captain Spaulding, cursing turned into something approaching an art form.  Baby was another very interesting character, a nightmarish combination of eroticism and evil.  In most slasher movies, the femme fatales are dark, icy, cool and almost detached and unemotional, but Baby is anything but.  She loves what she does (chiefly, stab people) and Zombie allows the character to enjoy it fully. The scene of her licking the knife after she stabs what’s-her-name was a great touch; the notion of total surrender to whim and impulse, and the delight in that surrender, was extremely well done.  Then there’s Karen Black as the dissipated mature strumpet, but that’s not all she is.  And you start to think that the Edgar Winter wannabe is the chief bad guy, and you realize he’s far from being the chief bad guy; he’s just a fruitcake who did too much LSD and blabbers Dennis Hopper-like absurdities while the real horror goes on elsewhere.

            3.  The inclusion of stray, seemingly extraneous bits of video gave the movie a weird, staccato, hallucination-like quality.  And yes, I have hallucinated, and I know what it’s like.  My hallucinations were brought on chiefly by intense chemotherapy, and I suffered a vivid and fairly long-lasting series of disconnected images and moods (including, among other things, the chilling notion that my skin had come loose and would fall off if I moved).  In the movie, the snippets of TV, the “Our Next Feature” bit, all of the odd, seemingly irrelevant bits of film gave the movie the same disquieting feel.  This can be overdone.  I’ve seen movies so awash in extraneous film they were essentially nothing but extraneous film, but I thought Zombie hit just the right balance.

            So what do we make of this movie?  I have no idea, I confess.  I can’t really say it was good, because good implies a lot of things.  It implies that the good guys win, that Godliness prevails, that evil is defeated, that the innocent are spared.  Well, let’s see.  The good guys didn’t win.  Godliness didn’t prevail.  Evil won in a big way.  And the innocent were bled and slaughtered like farm animals.  So in conventional terms, it’s not a good movie.  But it’s a cool movie nevertheless.  It’s nightmarish, disturbing, at times even shocking, and always idiosyncratic and full of unexpected little touches and oddly turned phrases that stick with one (“I don’t like chicken, and I hate clowns!” comes to mind, as does the memorable “Well, it is now official, you have wasted most of my goddamned day.”)

            There are scarier movies out there.  Alien struck me as particularly frightening, at least before Aliens revised the aliens into just bugs.  And there are gorier movies out there.  But I’ve only seen one other movie that rivaled this movie’s ability to create a sense of grim horror, and that was the heroically unwatchable King of the Dead, a German movie that was about 40% autopsy film and included what is perhaps the most horrendous thing I’ve ever seen in a movie.  I won't even write about it - suffice it to say that as River Phoenix says in 8mm, there are some things you just can’t un-see.

            So.  Good writing, eerie and arresting scenes, excellent characters (especially the Bad Folk) are on the good side.  What’s on the bad side?  Well, I didn’t like the kids very much.  Maybe that’s good, since none of them survived.  Other than that, I’d say the movie did pretty much what it set out to do.

            But I do have one complaint.  I think there was way more than a thousand corpses around the house.

3 Skulls


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