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I am going to try to alternate these Spooky Season posts between films and television I have watched before and ones I have not, Sleepy Hollow I watched in the theater during its original run.

Loosely based on the classic American short story Sleepy Hollow re-united Director Tim Burton with his favorite actor Johnny Depp for a unique take on the tale of Ichabod Crane and his encounter with the headless horseman terrorizing an isolated community.

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In this adaptation Crane (Depp) is a police constable from New York City, despised and distrusted for his belief in scientific analysis and rationality, now dispatched to the community of Sleep Hollow where gruesome decapitations have struck fear into the farming community. Upon arrival the town’s leading men advise that the murders are the work of a vengeful spirit, the headless horseman taking his revenge on the locals. Crane, a man of reason rejects their superstitious folktales assuring the men that the murderer is a man of flesh and blood. What Crane encounters in Sleepy Hollow upends his world view about reason, science, the supernatural and himself.

While the story is officially set in upstate New York in the last years of the 18th century there is no doubt that thematically and artistically the production is thoroughly English with stylistic flairs that call to mind the heyday of Hammer Horror. The cast, with few exceptions, is deeply English from Hammer veteran Christopher Lee is what is little more than a cameo to genre favorites such as Michael Gambon, known to younger audiences as Dumbledore (2) from Harry Potter and Ian McDiarmid, (Palpatine from the Star Wars franchise).

The film is photographed with desaturated color save for the blood which is rendered in brilliant crimson. The production design reflects Burton’s quirky with more than one moment evoking the ‘Large Marge’ jump scare from Burton’s first feature, Peewee’s Big Adventure.

Sleepy Hollow is not a film that will deeply scare you, leaning closer to adventure than true horror but the copious blood spurts and on-screen decapitations will test some audiences. I thoroughly enjoyed this film on its initial release and continue to enjoy it on home video.

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Robert Eggers’ first feature film and the production that introduced the world to the talents of Anya Taylor-Joy The Witch: A New England Folktale is my kind of horror movie.

The Witch centers on a 16th century family that had crossed the Atlantic Ocean with a colony

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only to find themselves exiled from the plantation for their overly strict interpretation of scripture. On their isolated farm on the edge of a vast and wile forest the family is tormented by the ‘witch of the wood,’ going mad and turning upon each other.

The film is a slow-burn eschewing bloody gore and jump scares for methodical grinding tension and paranoia. Everything that occurs in the story feels ‘off’ and even simple hares imbue scenes with dread and foreboding. The Witch is not for everyone, in addition to a measured pace without explicit violence every ten minutes the dialog presented is authentic 16th century English, comprehensible to modern audiences but requiring a greater focus and attention.

The film’s dedication to period production design helps craft a nearly perfect illusion that the audience is witnessing events from the 16th century. Cinematographer Jarin Blaschke’s excellent use of only period light sources, lanterns and candles, also adds greatly to not only the realism of the setting but the mood of building fear with so little of the frame fully visible. The music score by composer Mark Korven utilizes choirs and ascending scales that is discordant and continually building with clear resolution perfectly mirror the pace of the story.

The cast is uniformly great, along with Anya Taylor-Joy in the lead as teenager Thomasin, the film has Ralph Ineson as the father William, prideful and stubborn in his faith, Kate Dickie as the mother who loses all grip on reality as her family disintegrates, along with a collection talented young actor portraying the younger children.

The Witch played October 4th as part of AMC’s Thrills and Chills from A24. The rest of the month includes on 11th Ty West’s X, on the 18th Jonathan Glazer’s Under the Skin and concluding on the 25th with Ari Aster’s modern folk horror Midsommar.

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I decided to kick off Spooky Season 2023 with a bit of classic horror that I had not seen from the pre-code era, 1932’s Thirteen Women.

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In what could be considered a proto-slasher Thirteen Women, adapted from a novel of the same name by Tiffany Thayer, is the story of a collection of old-school mates, each of whom has gotten a foreboding lettering advising that their personal horoscopes predict doom and death for each of them. The predictions come to pass with terrifying accuracy including the suicide of the mystic casting the horoscopes. The film doesn’t dwell long on the mystery of the person behind these forecasts but does, in fashion of slashers to come, hold back the person’s motivations until the film’s final scenes.

At just over an hour long the movie is really too short for the subject. Not all thirteen women are represented on the screen, and often the manipulations that bring each prediction into reality is presented too quickly and glibly for any real suspense or impact.

That said this movie has a number of rather surprising and well-executed sequences for 1932, including a stunt sequence where our heroic detective must climb from one car to a driverless and out of control limousine.

The cast includes Myrna Loy before her fame in the Thin Man series of mystery movies, as the villainous Ursula Georgi. In this period of her career Myrna Loy often played ‘exotic’, that is to say non-white, characters that were evil and manipulative while performing in the ghastly practice of ‘yellow face.’ While the film both in the employment of ‘yellow face’ and presenting Asian characters inscrutable traffics in the accepted racism of its time it also presents an argument against that racism detailing in part the harm it creates.

Far too short for it material and marred by casual racism Thirteen Women is not without merit and the film’s final 25 minutes or so were thoroughly compelling. This is perhaps something that could be remade into a project of real interest.

Thirteen Women is currently streaming on Criterion Channel as part of their ‘Pre-Code Horror’ series.

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I first watched Day of the Dead, the conclusion to George A Romero’s ‘Dead’ trilogy, in a fun and

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hopeful mood. At the time I worked at the US Glasshouse theater in the Sport Arena area of San Diego and my friend Brad, who was the assistant manager there, had just finished assembling the print on the platter for the project. So, late at night, after everyone else had left, we ran the print and watched it just the pair of us Zombie fans.

We were disappointed.

Now, nearly 40 years later, I have watched the movie again this time as part of the 6-film marathon hosted by Film Geeks SD.

It is still disappointing.

The Night of the Living Dead introduced the zombie plague where the recently deceased are animated and then attack and eat the living. A small, contained film it boasted a diverse set of characters trapped in microcosm of American society fighting, and failing, to save their lives.

Dawn of the Dead, produced a decade later, presented a world in the process of being overrun by the living dead with society collapsing into anarchy. The central characters, with sharply drawn natures, flee their responsibilities for a life of isolated decadence with a shopping mall. This film is a satire on consumerism, holding a mirror to humanity’s obsession with possessions even after death.

After a pair of sharp, interesting film populated with interesting characters I had high hopes for Day of the Dead, but Romero’s script presents none of the flourish or insight this time around that he had displayed in the previous two movies.

The movie follows a set of characters in a hastily assembled research facility that is tasked with understanding and defeating the zombie outbreak. The world has been overrun and for months these survivors have been unable to contact anyone on the radio as their number dwindle. Tensions run high between scientists tasked with the research, the army troops assigned to the facility, and the civilian support staff as the hopelessness of their condition becomes more and more evident.

That is an excellent premise. It is a crime that Romero’s populated it with flat, stereotypical cardboard cutouts instead of characters. Each division of characters, scientist, military men, and civilian are presented exactly the same way, without any meaningful differences. Heroic characters are presented not only as heroic but as correct and moral. Villainous characters, which include all the military men save for one romantic interest, are presented as crude, cruel, and bigoted.

The cast, struggling with the flawed screenplay, is fairly forgettable, except for two, Sherman Howard as the zombie ‘Bub’ and Richard Liberty as the chief scientist Dr. Logan. Howard performs excellent mime-work, giving ‘Bub’ a depth that is lacking from most of the human character while Liberty is mischievous in his choices as an actor imbuing Logan with a life that stands out in sharp relief to all the other performances.

This pair of actors however is not enough to salvage the film which wanders zombie-like from cliche to cliche with Romero cribbing from himself like so many low budget zombie movies did in the wake of Dawn of the Dead.

Now, I was prepared to suspend my disbelief that the dead could reanimate as it is central to the story’s conceit. That said I simply cannot accept as any form of reality that the base is constructed in the vast stone caverns beneath South Florida.

Between the absurdity of its setting, the flatness of the characters, and the lack of any coherent theme Day of the Dead is a movie that I shan’t watch again for another 40 years.