A Rundown of the 13 (+1) Best Horror Movies I've Seen in the Past Year
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Yes, I'm perfectly aware that the tie in this year's rundown is held by two television shows, but the fact is, there's a lot of really excellent TV going on, and some of it happens to fall into the genre that we celebrate at the Iguana every Halloween, so, just think of these as extra-long movies if you must, so long as you give them a look.
And so, without further ado...
LES REVENANTS
(THE RETURNED)
(November 2012)
(November 2012)
I mentioned
Robin Campillo’s Les Revenants (They Came Back) ‘round these parts
before in passing.
Allow me now to
expound on that film further…
Unleashed in
2004--about a year and a half after Danny Boyle and Alex Garland gave us 28 Days Later, and just two months after
A) Zack Snyder managed to get the brilliant Sarah Polley in a zombie movie and inadvertently ignited the slow vs.
fast zombie debate with his impressive debut, the Dawn of the Dead remake, and B) Edgar Wright, Simon Pegg, and Nick
Frost kicked off their Three Flavours Cornetto Trilogy with Shaun of the Dead--Campillo’s Les Revenants emerged in the very early
days of what would eventually develop into an unlikely revival of zombie
cinema.
Even back then, Les Revenants felt, at least to me, like
a breath of fresh air, a radically different approach to the idea of the dead
returning to walk the earth.
Here, in a narrative
co-written by Campillo with Brigitte Tijou, there were no rotting, shambling
corpses intent on ripping into warm human flesh. Instead, there were the
recently deceased (within the past decade), who suddenly appear, whole and
seemingly unharmed, wanting only to return to the lives they’d been rudely
evicted from by their deaths.
Here, Campillo
focused on the living as well, those left behind, who now have to suddenly
adjust to the reality that what they might have prayed for--the return of their
departed loved ones--had, quite unbelievably, come to pass.
Flash forward to
November of last year, and in the eight and a half years since Les Revenants, zombies had moved into
the mainstream and become the monster du
jour of horror, with an American zombie cable television show perennially breaking
ratings records with seeming impunity.
Zombie, you’ve
come a long way, baby…
It’s into this
strange new world that Canal+’s television adaptation of Les Revenants emerges, and once again, we’re given an atypical
depiction of the zombie phenomenon, one needed now more than ever, with so many
bland and derivative entries in zombie cinema littering the sidewalks and the cineplexes.
Expanded into an
eight-episode first season (with a second season that’s expected to debut early
next year), the TV version of Les
Revenants employs the same subtle creep and dread of Campillo’s original,
eschewing a portion of the art house ambiguity of the film for some more
traditional drama of the serialized sort, as well as some more overtly
supernatural goings-on (though the exact nature of those aren’t really
explained either).
And though the
TV show’s narrative does not really follow the film’s (save for the central
conceit of the dead returning and how that event impacts on the living), there
is one major cast member carry-over: Frédéric Pierrot, playing different
characters in either iteration, of course.
The last time I
put a TV series into the ¡Qué horror! milieu was Dead Set. But just as that show rightly deserved its ¡Qué horror! spot,
so does this one. (Just imagine you’re watching an 8-hour long movie, with a
sequel waiting in the wings…)
Plus, Mogwai
scored the damned thing, so hey, one more reason to check it out!
Parting Shot 1:
It should be noted that AbbottVision and FremantleMedia Enterprises have purchased the English-language remake rights,
and intend to produce a show under the title, They Came Back, so I’d advise you to hunt down the French original
before then.
This show should
not be confused with ABC’s mid-season title, Resurrection, which is based on the novel, The Returned, by Jason Mott. (Though honestly, Mott’s novel, to be
released in August, has a central conceit that’s pretty much the one in Campillo’s
original. As Publisher’s Weekly puts
it, “A family gets caught up in a worldwide event in which loved ones return
from the dead exactly as they last were in life.” Hurm.)
Parting Shot 2: Also,
if the atypical zombie’s your thing, then you should check out the 3 episode
BBC show In The Flesh, which might
have gotten this ¡Qué horror! slot, but it’s particularly
less “horror” than Les Revenants, so…
Still, it’s
worth your while, if you want more from your zombies than AMC’s The Walking Dead can give you…
(Les Revenants OS' courtesy of impawards.com; They Came Back DVD cover art courtesy of amazon.com; Les Revenants OST sleeve art courtesy of amazon.co.uk.)
(Les Revenants OS' courtesy of impawards.com; They Came Back DVD cover art courtesy of amazon.com; Les Revenants OST sleeve art courtesy of amazon.co.uk.)
HANNIBAL
For
the record, I love Bryan Fuller’s TV
work (though the Mockingbird Lane
pilot did leave me wanting), and the show of his I really, truly, and completely loved was Wonderfalls.
So
the fact that Caroline Dhavernas is part of the cast of Fuller’s adaptation of Hannibal is all sorts of awesome.
Of
course, that’s not the reason why Hannibal has tied with Les Revenants for a ¡Qué horror! slot this year; Dhavernas is many things, but a “horror” she most certainly is
not.
Hannibal is here because this is
a solid adaptation of Thomas Harris’
serial killer novels featuring Hannibal “The Cannibal” Lecter.
Ostensibly,
Red Dragon is the main source
material for the show, a novel which has already been adapted to film twice, in
1986 by Michael Mann under the title Manhunter,
and in 2002, by Brett Ratner.
According
to Fuller’s roadmap of the show though, Hannibal
Season 4 would be the adaptation proper of Red
Dragon, while, if the stars align, we may actually see a television
adaptation of The Silence of the Lambs,*
envisioned as Season 5 of the show, should we get that far.
And
if the level of creative quality remains constant (or hopefully, actually
increases), then that’s a future I’d very much like to see.
In
Season 1 alone, we’ve got some heavy directorial hitters like David Slade (whose
excellent Awake Pilot was one of last
season’s TV highlights), Michael Rymer (who solidified his geek cred with his
work on Ron Moore’s Battlestar Galactica),
and 75-year-old Peter Medak (who scarred many an audience member with the
chilling quiet horror of 1980’s The
Changeling).
Then
there’s Guillermo Navarro, frequent cinematographer for Guillermo del Toro (including
the 2 hours and 11 minutes of awesome kaiju madness that is Pacific Rim), who won a
whole slew of awards--including the
Oscar--for his work on El Laberinto del
Fauno. Navarro had previously worked with Fuller as DP on the Mockingbird Lane pilot, and here, he
directs a trio of episodes (as do both Slade and Rymer, taking a lion’s share
of the season between the three of them).
Some
Twin Peaks episode helmers are also
in here: James Foley (who also brought us the big screen adaptation of Glengarry Glen Ross) and Tim Hunter (no,
not the Books of Magic kid).
All
that livewire creativity and talent behind the camera, and we haven’t even
gotten to the excellent cast.
The
cold, clinical detachment Mads Mikkelsen brings to his Hannibal is a fine
offset to the twitchy, tortured nature of Hugh Dancy’s Will Graham. And, you
know, Mikkelsen had to walk in the intimidating footsteps of both Brian Cox and Sir Anthony Hopkins.
Plus,
there are those guest star turns:
Gillian
Anderson, who enters at the midpoint of the season, under the beautifully
unlikely name of Dr. Bedelia Du Maurier;
Fellow
Chris Carter alumnus, Lance Henriksen;
And
other past Fuller collaborators: Raúl Esparza, Eddie Izzard, Ellen Greene, and Ellen
Muth (but that was a pretty evil way to wrap up her guest starring stint, Mr.
Fuller, an evil way…).
So
with both Dhavernas and Muth having made their appearances, all we need are
either Lee Pace or Anna Friel (or both) to enter Hannibal’s world, and we’ll complete the Past Fuller Leads
Trifecta.
Hurrah!
In
a world where TV procedurals have reached well beyond saturation point, one of
the things that saves Hannibal from
the potential pitfall of becoming just another one of those “serial killer of
the week” shows is the serialized nature of its narrative.
Coming
into the show with a general idea of the overarching narrative (from the Harris
novels and the previous film adaptations of the material), the audience is
hooked. They want to see how the
cards fall, they can’t wait for the other shoe to drop, for Graham and company
to discover exactly what kind of a monster Lecter really is.
It’s
the same approach to story that was successfully utilized in Smallville (at least, for the first few seasons), and more recently, in Bates Motel.
We all know Clark Kent eventually becomes Superman, we all know Norman Bates eventually kills his mother and a whole string of unfortunate motel guests, we all know Hannibal Lecter eventually ends up in the loonybin where he gets to play cat and mouse with Clarice Starling.
Part of the fun lies in watching how we get there.
We all know Clark Kent eventually becomes Superman, we all know Norman Bates eventually kills his mother and a whole string of unfortunate motel guests, we all know Hannibal Lecter eventually ends up in the loonybin where he gets to play cat and mouse with Clarice Starling.
Part of the fun lies in watching how we get there.
And
thus far, this is some morbid, gruesome “fun.” (Network television is getting
away with a lot these days…)
If
I could ask for something though, I’d
ask for a bit more psychopathology; the show doesn’t really bother to explain
the whys of their killers. We meet them fully (mal)formed, without any
significant idea of how these sick puppies got so ill, without knowing the
twisted road they walked to get here.
It’s
almost as if Fuller and company are saying, serial killers really are
inexplicable.
It’s
almost like they’re saying, there is no “Why.” Serial killers simply are.
And
that’s a truly horrifying thought…
*
A possibility that both intrigues me (because there were some bits of the novel
that were dropped in Jonathan Demme’s adaptation; among them, Jack Crawford’s
turmoil, the seeds of which, have already been planted by Fuller and company in
Season 1) and terrifies me (because The Silence
of the Lambs is one of those brilliant lightning in a bottle moments in
cinema, where everything seemed to align exquisitely).
Again,
for the record, Demme’s Silence is,
thus far, the only Harris film
adaptation that I’ve been completely floored by. All the others--from Mann’s Manhunter, through until Peter Webber’s Hannibal Rising--haven’t come even
close.
Here’s
hoping Fuller’s Hannibal can ultimately succeed
where all those others failed…
(Hannibal OS’ courtesy of impawards.com.)
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