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Saturday September 13 saw the sixth Secret Morgue movie festival, a marathon of 6 theme-linked horror films screened all day and into the late night at the Comic-Con Museum in Balboa Park by San Diego Film Geeks. Being the 6th the theme was announced to be ‘satanic panic.’ I have attended 4 previous regular Secret Morgue screenings and one special two years ago with a unifying theme of witches and witchcraft, loving and enjoying each marathon.

Contempo III Productions

The first feature was the only film I had already seen, 1966’s Incubus. Performed entirely in the constructed language of Esperanto, the film stars William Shatner just before he began his work on Star Trek. The plot revolves around a collection of demons who lure corrupted and evil people to their doom and damnation, but one Kia longs to bring a good person, a hero, to hell and sets her sights on Marc (William Shatner), igniting a battle of wills and temptations for Marc’s soul. I liked this film and enjoyed watching it again after so many years.

Shaprio-Glickenhouse Productions

Black Roses (1988), a limited budget movie produced in Canada, followed as the second feature. A satanic heavy metal group making their first non-studio performance has come to the quite small town of Mill Basin. The kids are drawn to the group, while the parents fear the music and musicians. The twist is the group truly are agents of Satan and converts the teenagers to corruption and evil with only an ineffectual English teacher opposing them. I honestly could not determine if Black Roses had been intended as comedy or was actually that badly made.

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Things improved with the 3rd feature, Alucarda, a Mexican film from 1977. The filmmaker’s daughter was present to introduce the film and speak briefly about her father.

Censored in Mexico, Alucarda is a very loose adaptation of the 1872 novel Carmilla. Justine, a teenage girl recently orphaned, has come to live in a convent and quickly becomes fast friends with Alucarda. The girls are accosted by stereotypical ‘Gypsies’ and soon fall under dark Satanic influences bringing terror and death to the convent.

Universal Studios

The 4th film was one I hadn’t seen but had wanted to for some time: Sam Raimi’s Drag me to Hell, long heralded as the director’s return to horror after his foray into superhero movies with the original Spider-Man trilogy. The audience was treated to a special video introduction by Sam Raimi and his brother Ivan who had together co-written the script.

Loan officer Christine Brown, trying to prove herself ‘tough enough’ for an important promotion and chafing from her simple rural roots, denies a woman a third extension on her mortgage and in the following altercation, the woman, again a film stereotype of a ‘gypsy’ takes deep offense. She lays a curse on Christine, proclaiming soon it will be Christine who comes to beg. Christine now suffers a ticking clock to find a method to escape the curse before a demon arises and literally drags her to hell.

Orion Pictures

After a dinner break of pizza, we returned for the fifth movie 1990’s Satanically-powered serial killer movie The First Power. I can’t decide which was the greater ignorance displayed by the filmmakers, their understanding of the American criminal justice system or their comprehension of Christian theology.

Detective Russell Logan (Lou Diamond Phillips) receives tips and guidance from an anonymous psychic Tess (Tracye Griffith) leading to the capture of a notorious active serial killer but as a price for her assistance, she extracts a promise from Logan that the killer will not be subjected to the death penalty. (A decision that is not in the hands of any police detective.) The killer is executed and resurrects as a body possession spirit leading Logan and Tess on a chase for an immortal serial killer wielding the first power, Resurrection.

Generation International Pictures

The festival ended with a screening of a blaxploitation film, Petey Wheatstraw: The Devil’s Sun-in-Law.

Released in 1977, Petey Wheatstraw is a movie of its time, place, and unique production. A true ‘blaxploitation’ movie, it was created, produced and performed by black actors and creatives, telling jokes that were tasteless at the time and today no white production could even begin to approach. It’s a common sentiment that Blazing Saddles couldn’t be made today but trust me when I say that Saddles doesn’t come close to the boundary-breaking tone of Petey Wheatstraw.

Petey, (Rudy Ray Moore) after being brought to life by Lucifer following being gunned down at a funeral by rivals is empowered to seek revenge provided he marries Lucifer’s daughter, a woman of unspeakable ugliness.

I cannot speak fully to this feature. The hour had drawn late, and my vitality flagged, and I have limited tolerance for literal scatological humor. I can say that this was intended to be funny, unlike Black Roses, and before I left, I had laughed, heartily, several times. Petey Wheatstraw is streaming, and I may still finish the movie.

That was the Secret Morgue for 2025, and I can hardly wait for the next one.

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At the Venice Film Festival Guillermo del Toro premiered his latest film Frankenstein adapted from the classic early 19th century novel by Mary Shelley. One published review of the feature criticizes it for presenting Frankenstein’s creation as too sympathetic leaving Victor Frankenstein (Oscar Isaac) as the real villain of the work. There has been quite a bit of pushback from various sections online to this interpretation by the critic declaring loudly and in no uncertain terms that this is in fact the theme of Shelley’s novel.

Now, anyone who has seen much of del Toro’s fantastic work should be far from surprised that in any ‘monster’ movie that his sympathies lie with the monsters. This has been del Toro’s theme in most of his films including his Oscar-winning The Shape of Water. It is who the man and who the artist is.

I would wager dollars to donuts that in this adaptation of the novel some things are going to be changed to keep the sympathy with the creature and one of those elements is the murder of William, Victor Frankenstein’s younger brother, The creature then frames the family’s nurse, Justine, for killing William, leading to her lynching at the hands of an outraged mob.

In the film Doctor Sleep, the character of Rose the Hat, played to terrifying perfection by Rebecca Ferguson, tortures and murders a young boy to enhance the psychic energies she and her ‘family’ require. No one held Rose in any sympathy nor should they even though her motivations, survival, are more excusable than the creature’s, which were simply anger and vengeance. The audience, if forced to witness a child’s murder, on screen, will abandon all sympathy for the creature and his emotional trauma at being abandoned. If this event is in this adaptation, then it will take place suitably offscreen and as such will not really be real in the emotional context of the audience.

Here is where I tend to part ways with many people’s interpretation and sympathy for Frankenstein’s creation. Yes, being abandoned as essentially a child by his creator, his father, is a terrible thing to endure. Being shunned for one’s physical appearance is something that creates deep and terrible emotional scars. For that there are countless people already deserving of our sympathy because they have not turned that pain into murderous rage.

Some do.

Some people feel so isolated, hurt, tormented, and rejected by the people and society around them that they become vessels of pure, unrestrained rage. Sadly, it is not uncommon for these hurt and tormented souls to murder by the score. Like the creature they feel ‘justified’ in their acts of violence against those that they have rightly or wrongly concluded are the cause of their misery.

Tremendous emotional injury and hurt are never an excuse for wanton murder and violence, not in the real world and not in fiction. I can have no sympathy for the creature because it is intelligent enough and self-aware enough to know not only what it does but why it does it and yet it still chooses to murder.

From writer/Director Zack Cregger, the man responsible for the highly praised horror film Barbarian, comes his latest horror film Weapons.

Now, while Barbarian was indeed highly praised within the horror and critical community, it was a movie that for me fell apart in the final act and for which I did not care. As such, when the marketing for Weapons touted Cregger’s writing and direction, it provoked very little for me to make the excursion to see this in the theater. However, as word of mouth grew and the film proved to have ‘legs’ at the box office, my curiosity became activated and Friday evening I went to see it.

Warner Bros Studios

Weapons is the mystery of Justine Grady’s (Julia Garner) 3rd grade class that, with the exception of a single student, Alex (Cary Christopher), rose from their beds in the middle of the night, running off into the dark vanishing without a trace. When the police investigation fails to produce answers, much of the town, including Archer Graf (Josh Brolin), father of one of the missing children, turn on Justine as it was her class and only her class that suffered the strange and traumatic event.

Justine is not a classically ‘likable’ protagonist, with a somewhat dodgy past and an issue with alcohol, she makes an easy target for the terrified and enraged community and a particular target of Archer, certain that Justine knows more than she is saying.

Weapons is presented in a chapter format, with the different sections of the film told with a focus on and from the point of view of various characters in the community, not all of whom were directly affected by the mass disappearance. Some subplots remain distinct and unconnected to the story’s central mystery, adding color and understanding of the characters. The chapters also present events in not wholly chronological order, so something strange, frightening, and mysterious becomes understandable when viewed from another character’s experiences.

Unlike Barbarian, I found Weapons a thoroughly engaging piece of cinema. The mystery’s resolution suffered none of the suspension of disbelief shattering action that plagued Cregger’s previous movie. The only weakness of the film is in the middle section where a couple of ‘jump scares’ seem to exist with the only purpose being to remind you that you are indeed watching a horror film and not trusting that the situation and characters are enough to keep your interest high.

Weapons works as a study of characters under stress and trauma and as a horror mystery that resolves nicely and neatly without loose ends of action too unbelievable to sustain. If horror films are your jam, it is well worth a trip to the theater.