A Roundtable of 90s Horror
By
Kristin Battestella
Some
of the horror movies from twenty odd years ago are still slice and dice
sardonic perfection – others…not so much!
Here’s a quartet of nineties scares both sweet and sour.
Split Decision
Tales
from the Crypt presents Bordello of Blood – Comedian Dennis Miller, Erika Eleniak (Baywatch), Corey Feldman (The
Lost Boys), Chris Sarandon (Fright
Night), and model Angie Everhart provide plenty of hammy and horny in this
1996 vampire romp. The bloody vamp make up, fiery effects, and gore are well
done along with lots of T-n-A to match, and John Kassir voicing the Crypt
Keeper is always a campy delight. The self-referential jokes are important, and
this is a fun romp with all the bad innuendo one desires. There are even some
history and religion plotlines amid the bad puns, too. Unfortunately, there’s
some overreaching just for the thrills in the opening and closing bookends,
nothing here is scary, and Miller always has time for just one more sardonic
line – which misses most of the time. The balance between comedy and horror
here just isn’t right – it should be better than it is, yet there is a trying
too hard feeling adding to the confusion. Are we supposed to laugh with this or
at it? Granted, the viewer should not expect to take this picture seriously with
a cast like this, but most of the humor falls flat. I’d rather this had been a
straight telling with the mood and wink of the Tales from the Crypt series and there isn’t a lot of repeat watch
value. Although one should definitely not watch this edited on television,
there’s enough sexy bad entertainment value here for late night frat party
viewings.
The
Haunting of Hell House – I
wanted to like this 1999 doubly supernatural Victorian tale of murder, ghosts,
and betrayal starring Michael York (Logan’s
Run) and an underutilized Claudia Christian (Babylon 5), but almost everything about it falls flat. Admittedly,
York is phoning it in a bit, but he’s still more classy and graceful then whippersnappers
like Andrew Bowen (MADtv) and Jason
Cottle (Cthulhu) putting on faux airs
– modern dudes not using contractions does not equal old speaketh, sorry.
Focusing on Bowen’s stupidity and guilt as the main story line was a mistake,
for the viewer could care less about his dilemma thanks to the nonsensical dreams
and haunting film work. Seriously, some of the herky jerky visions look like an
unloaded GIF or bad Photoshop! Though obvious as to its outcome, York’s plot is more
interesting and the picture should have focused entirely on his sickness,
haunting, and inner demons. It’s also incredibly frustrating that there is no
apparent connection between the two plots – what should be the entire crux of
the movie is simply a wasted opportunity. I’m glad this doesn’t go for cheap
nudity or gore – the period fashions and settings are nice, too – but the style,
tone, and dark palette still look too modern. The flashy title doesn’t have
much to do with the Henry James source, either, and I’m surprised Roger Corman
(House of Usher) was the producer.
This could have been a nice story, but we get twists we don’t want and none of
the shock or delight we desire. Pity.
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