Automatic at Sea (2016)

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Director: Matthew Lessner

Screenplay: Matthew Lessner

Cast: Breeda Wool as Grace; David Henry Gerson as Peter; Livia Hiselius as Eve; Evan Louison as Miguel; Malia Scharf as Claudia

Synopsis: Swedish emigrant Eve (Livia Hiselius) is invited by an American man named Peter (David Henry Gerson) to a party at his house on a private family island, only for her to be isolated there and one other person, a woman named Grace (Breeda Wool), to appear who warns her of him. Soon reality becomes a fickle thing for Eve from then on.

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Automatic at Sea is a curious film. Legitimately off as an experience, by the final thirty minutes this film even took me aback by how peculiar Matthew Lessner's creation is, subjective in its punctures of oddness next to tropes carried on from a known sub genre of unconventional cinema. The film willingly sticks its head through the open window of absurdity when you presume it to be a follow-on in the history of subjective reality stories of a woman whose psychological stability is to question, not taking a risk of getting stuck in said metaphorical window and coming off as pretentious and/or silly, but feeling like a unique take which is as much a pastiche of those films as it is its own version. Whilst many of these films from this sub-genre are masterpieces - from Bergman's Persona (1966) to Polanski's Repulsion (1965) - it's unfortunate almost all of them are directed by men. Obviously Automatic at Sea is a film made by a man, and it has no direct feminist critique of the material, but when it leads to Eve literally as her own spectator, and slips into deliberately absurd and bizarre moments like nocturnal secret food eating, Lessner to his credit is prodding the potentially gender imbalance subject with a healthy disregard. The entire film is closer to the tip of parody, both deliberately but also to a dangerous degree where it'll lose its impact, but succeeds in the stunt immensely.

It was the moment David Henry Gerson, already playing the character of Peter as a very charismatic but creepy individual, softly spoken but effectively trapping the protagonist Eve  on his personal island, cosplays as Torgo from Manos: The Hands of Fate (1966) whilst mowing the lawn, the kind of moment even when he's already been behaving weirdly as a character even as a diehard connoisseur of strange cinema like myself had to sit back and be amazed I could still be dumbfounded by moments like this in films. It feels deliberate throughout that, as part of Lessner's tone, he's including such moments, and that sense of silliness is as much a unique attribute to Automatic at Sea and why it succeeds. Credit has to go to the cast for being able to pull this off, especially Gerson who has to commit to all the strangest moments, his character the figure who personifies the madness within the island. Starting off as a potential sociopath in a realistically paced story, his performance matches the tonal shift of the product where he bends to the film's stranger moments, talking to his mother when there's no one in the chair the other side of the table, or going into his barn and masturbating against a peddle bicycle, which I am amazed I am even typing as a sentence...suffice to say, you don't start Automatic at Sea believing any of this would happen, feeling like a standard high quality 2010s mindbender, only to eventually dance around with bizarre moments it somehow gets away with.

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Patience to get to this final act becomes part of the story as, trapped on the island with Peter, constantly promising guests will eventually arrive, Eve is bored out of her mind with only board games to occupy herself until Grace appears, cuddling up to Peter but openly warning Eve of him. The film plays with this sense of waiting and tedium with its long take scenes, slowly moving along until many of the events chronicled before appear, at first with a sense of dread but many of them as shown having an inherently absurd quality to them This proves true - even in the subjective tone of the world, that her own psychological state is being undermined, it comes obvious to Eve and the viewer in one scene that Peter is a literal Satyr-like trickster who will appear and disappear if need be, forcing her to live in his world as a bored captive who cannot be escaped. Why he does so is never explained but this itself becomes part of another aspect of Automatic at Sea about questioning its own tropes, where as Eve scrutinises her own view of the events that transpire, she eventually to escape the bonds on the island has to literally look at herself, a perplexing journey that is found within a distinct aesthetic.

Bookmarked in chapters whose intertitles are a cross between woodland animal drawings and Hygge, Automatic at Sea at least stands out from similar films from the get-go. The synth score, by Jeff Witscher, is similar audibly to many others of its ilk but rarely do these scores feel tiresome; whilst there is a danger of them becoming tedious, the modern synth boom in music scores is as much because its appropriately atmospheric for a film like Automatic at Sea, evoking the lingering sense of strangeness that builds throughout. Even with the likelihood the synthesizer nostalgia will eventually reach a breaking point and stopped being used, Witscher's score is a dreamy electronic one which will win you over anyway. The sense of eccentricity is pervasive even in contrasting the naturalistic style of the film with its moments of tweeness in the chapter titles and weirdness in the plot. Alongside the elliptical editing and plotting, events like secret toast eating out of context but part of the world, it adds a great deal to the curious experience of Automatic at Sea.

Abstract Spectrum: Dreamlike/Elliptical/Mindbender/Weird

Abstract Rating (High/Medium/Low/None): Low

Personal Opinion:

Much more a slow burn little gem, a curiosity that for me could only be made in the 2010s despite visibly taking inspiration from similar films of yore - much of this because, without becoming ironic in the slightest, Matthew Lessner's film feels like a comment on this entire story trope and succeeds as a result.

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Disconnected (1984)

Director: Gorman Bechard

Screenplay: Gorman Bechard and Virginia Gilroy

Cast: Frances Raines as Alicia / Barbara Ann; Mark Walker as Franklin; Carl Koch as Mike; Professor Morono as Joey; Carmine Capobianco as Tremaglio

Synopsis: Alicia (Frances Raines), a video store employee who has a rough patch with her boyfriend Mike (Carl Koch), finds herself drifting towards another named Franklin (Mark Walker), who charms her enough to start dating despite being clearly obsessed with her. Unfortunately, alongside this fact, he's more than he lets on, encompassing a series of issues that includes Alicia being tormented gradually more by creepy, strange phone calls.

[Spoilers Throughout]

Disconnected is a little curiosity, unearthed from a still ripe era of very productive and vast American cult cinema of genre film making. In truth, as that era had countless productions, more titles will be uncovered which will surprise and baffle - in this case Disconnected feels, in truth, sandwiched between the burgeoning No Wave/Cinema of Transgression films of the eighties and the horror movies being made in the decade when cinemas and VHS were viable options. That's a very important consideration to keep in mind as, whilst it promises a slasher or a regular horror film in premise, about a woman tormented by phone calls, Gorman Bechard's production feels like an experiment by a filmmaker who wasn't going to tackle conventions normally and had to work in lieu of limited resources, making an unconventional experience that'll alienate many but entice the oddballs like myself.

The factor of the greatest interest for me with Disconnected is that, alongside its sparse production and the structural tone, is that the story's technically two different narratives which take place and threaten lead protagonist Alicia. Potential new beau Franklin, if his obsession with visiting her video store despite having no player wasn't enough to qualify as a stalker, is also an individual who seduces and kills women with total disregard of blood being difficult to clean off his white bed sheets. This part of the narrative is where the film slides the closest to the bizarro cheap horror films from the era, a logic to the material which never feels fully formed, between Frances Raines playing Alicia's twin sister Barbara Ann, a man eater whose place in the film feels abrupt and un-formed, to how Franklin's end comes when police officers just happen to be in the right place outside his apartment to enter all guns blazing. However the film ends that plot thread very early, as if finished, only to continue onwards in what feels like the epilogue, Alicia going through the emotions of the incident, including a very eerie (and legitimately interesting) moment where, even if it is illogical and grotesque, she hands up a framed image still covered in blood, the red contrasting the white walls completely. From then on, setting up the threatening phone calls earlier, they continue to torment her with the film following Alicia possibly slipping into delusions as said calls escalate and take place in unnatural circumstances, always after being picked up a second time in a moment blaring out a horrible electronic screech in response to being previously slammed down.

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The storyline with the phone calls is when the sense of pretence, for the better, that Disconnected exhibits really comes to the fore. For all its wooden moments of acting and flaws it's clear Bechard can still make a film, beginning with the idiosyncratic editing choices which can seemingly cut to random objects like a big eyes cat clock but feel too deliberate to be dismissed. Set in rooms with very white walls a lot of the film's length, a septic and distinct mood is felt alongside the faltering performances which stand out as part of the style even if unintentionally. It'll irritate viewers expecting a regular slasher flick, but the reference to the likes of No Wave filmmaking feels appropriate as this feels like an art student deliberately making a horror film but not renouncing his interests. After the eighties and another horror film named Psychos in Love (1987), Bechard has made low budget concert films and dramas, so that's not much of a reach for a theory; by all accounts though, by Vinegar Syndrome staff who released Disconnected on physical media¹, Bechard wasn't very impressed with his own work with the earlier film, which doesn't stop me from admiring its virtues, but aware now with greater context that his clear experiments were against moments where the film does have an unintentional absurdity to them too.

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Yet, whilst I cannot ignore the clear technical faults, for abstract cinema it's also appropriate weird in the best of ways, reaching a state one hopes as a cult movie fan where a film's flaws, the unnecessarily long scenes of night club dancing in emaciated halls and every hesitant dialogue exchange inexplicably about the lack of foreign films on a video store shelf, actually adds to the viewing experiment rather than detracts from it. There's also the fact that, due to its two part structure, Disconnected also has the virtue of being unpredictable, both intentional and by accident but a virtue to admire. Both when its flawed and also when its successful, I can point to a film like this and say that is when I appreciate the fringes of cinema and when it disregards structural conventions, not only allowing a true sense of the unexpected into the situation, but with the touch that Disconnected actually bookmarks itself with a plot point that is mysterious and never explained but set up fully, a moment of additional surprise which it should applaud itself for.

Abstract Spectrum: Avant-Garde/Lo-Fi/Psychotronic/Weird

Abstract Rating (High/Medium/Low/None): Low

Personal Opinion:

Another of those fascinating little discoveries from the State's strange cult cinema past, the kind of material Vinegar Syndrome have been digging up for quite a while; sadly the kind of film with limited appeal, but for someone like me my kind of outsider strange horror cinema.

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1) Shock Waves podcast episode 121 - an interview with the Joe Rubin and Jeff Gittel from Vinegar Syndrome which can be found HERE.

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Non-Abstract Review: Ultraforce (1995)

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Screenplays: Marty Isenberg, Robert N. Skir, Martha Moran, Dennis O'Flaherty, Doug Booth, Bob Forward, Diane M. Fresco, Steve Gerber, Eric Luke and Richard Mueller

(Voice) Cast: Andrew Jackson as Prime; Alyson Court as Pixx; Catherine Disher as Topaz; Janet-Laine Green as Contrary; Rino Romano as Prototype; Peter Wildman as Ghoul; Rod Wilson as Hardcase

Synopsis: In a world where vampires, fire people living underground, Jack O-Lantern headed maniacs and evil doers in general threaten the world, a team of super powered "Ultras" form Ultraforce to stop them.

[Spoiler for a Major Plot End in the first three episodes]

A memory, from childhood when I fed on nineties children's animation and live action programming over multiple channels, from the BBC to American ones like Fox Kids to Nickelodeon, had lingered in my mind as has happened for many. An image without a context, little else known as is the case for many in such a circumstance, maybe something even you the reader can appreciate with a likewise image from a work you have no idea of the origins of; in my case, in which a boy develops a goo-like substance from his body and, when it swallows him up, turns him into Superman on steroids.

Looking on Amazon Prime¹ finally revealed this image came from Ultraforce, an attempt at spreading the word on the characters of Malibu Comics that was kneecapped the moment the thirteen episode length series was released, cancelled soon after. Part of the growth of comic books culture into the nineties, Malibu was founded in the eighties and were growing, introducing the Ultraverse concept in 1993 to put together all their characters into one shared series, of importance as Ultraforce and the characters even making cameos here would be tied to it. Unfortunately, the comic books industry in 1994 took a sizable impact and Malibu's properties were bought up by Marvel Comics. Marvel attempted to reboot the Ultraverse, even bringing in their own characters like Black Knight and Juggernaut into the world, but many problems came to be. Marvel's own flagging work and creative decisions that went against the original Malibu fans didn't help. By 1995, when the Ultraforce series started, there were enough tensions and issues that it would be cancelled after those thirteen episodes, also the cause of the two season adaptation of Night Man (1997-9). By 1996/7 the Ultraverse was effectively killed off, and as the 2010s the only Malibu character who has actually appeared in a Marvel source is Topaz; once in the 1995 series an intergalactic Amazon who's abruptly introduced in the series dropping through an intergalactic warp hole at a sports stadium and confuses American football players as warring soldiers, as of Thor: Ragnarok (2017) a tiny role played by New Zealand actress Rachel House.

All of this admittedly is coming from someone whose knowledge of comic books in general could easily be replaced by a wiser expert, but at least in the small research I've done, the tale of Malibu Comics is a tragedy, Ultraforce for all the ways I'll count how bad the series is at least giving me a fascination for this company and their creations. Any creation, no matter how ridiculous, can be redeemed and the nineties are the same even if it was the era of comical amounts of pouches on characters, and too many holographic and gimmick issues inflating the market until it collapsed. For all the criticisms I'm going to level on the series I'd gladly own the toys (which did exist) and have them on my shelf even if second hand, my love for the gaudy bright coloured forms of nineties pop culture also marked by a sense of respect for any creator even of bad ideas, that no idea is too bad or stupid if the right version can be created, and that whilst a couple of these particular characters have ridiculous names or dangerously verge on copyright infringement, they actually have a lot that would be awesome to see in a better context.

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Ultraforce itself was an attempt to celebrate the titular group - in 1993 Malibu, doing well just before 1994, wanted to capitalise on their existing characters by enforcing a collected, interconnected world by way of a comic where they teamed together, the exact idea as the Justice League for DC Comics or the Avengers (or various groups) have been for Marvel. Throughout the series characters, villains and heroes alike who had their own comics, cameo in one episode roles, and the success of the nineties X-Men animated series is visible at least in the beginning credits, mimicry in the heroes standing next to their own names for introduction and the strangely catchy techno theme where the only lyric is "Ultraforce!" screamed over and over again. If anything, whilst a peculiar bunch, Ultraforce has the right sense of the ridiculous in terms of heroes, though one of the sloppier traits of the series is that, whilst some character might have to be in the background for some stories, characters can disappear completely off-screen for whole episodes without rhyme or reason, a shame as they are a fascinating bunch to work with for stories.

Prime, the poster boy for Malibu, the figure I had remembered who is a young boy who can turn into a muscled giant, someone who gets the most storylines and, honestly, is an interesting character as he's an immature young teenager living with his family, the threat to his family jarring against him trying to keep his secret from his mother as one of the episode stories show, whilst playing up how his naivety makes him incredibly cocky and misguided, the worst thing possible when he's over-muscled giant in Prime form who can obliterate things by punching them. Hardcase, generic super strong hero whose ability to fly or not varies wildly per episode, is interesting at least as he's a leader of the team that were mostly killed or left in a coma, producing a hardening of him opinions, alongside also being an actor as a day job who uses his abilities for his fame. Topaz, a generic Amazon who, alongside the Professor Xavier of the group, a woman named Contrary, unfortunately leave the series with a nasty case of underwriting its female cast. Prototype, effectively Iron Man even in design only with a cocky youth being paid by a major company to helm a super armoured suit, and Ghoul the undead sidekick who I openly admit is useless, barring being invulnerable and being telepathic to the point he can communicate to the dead and even the entire Moon, but was one of my favourite characters for being the sardonic corpse who makes terrible puns, even making a Grateful Dead reference at one point. They are, for all the stereotypes, figures you could easily wring a good story from if anything.

I haven't described any of the episodes and won't even try to because, honestly, they're pedantic. Ultraforce the series is terrible; growing up with DiC Entertainment animated shows, I suspect that if I went back to some of the programmes of theirs I did watch properly many of the worst aspects of this superhero show would also be found in them, even the likes of Inspector Gadget which made a cultural impact. Whilst the plots vary in ideas, they eventually are what would happen if you had the action figures and bashed them together at the end over and over again; a lot of comic books usually end in good heroes punching evil villains, but even if I wasn't spoilt by Japanese television anime, this is not a well structure show in terms of scripts and animation. The scripts feel rushed here at points and the animation can be shocking especially in the later episodes, even something an illiterate in animation technique like me can witness seeing fighter planes literally being moved as slides across the screen. The stories, only over twenty minutes per episode, do not have breathing room or well plotted. I give Ultraforce some credit as some of the episodes are stories split over multiple episodes; especially the first three episodes where, follow a single plot involving the fire people under the Earth's surface stealing nukes, it kills off a young heroine named Pixx, a really brave move for a children's show as she sacrifices herself to save the day, brave regardless of the sloppiness of the plot and complete disregard even in superhero logic of how nuclear radiation works. However, after that, you have very simplistic plots; many not well thought out at all, many which waste time on explaining obvious things for no particularly good reason or just bad ideas.

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It's entirely due to the charisma of the characters themselves, even when unintentional or calling each other nouns for names, that any claim to entertainment can be found. The episodes vary in who is used, and the cameos add more to this. The Strangers, another superhero team, appear in the final two part arch among a reoccurring plot thread of a mysterious bold of blue electricity striking a tram cart and turning many into heroes. One such figure, the aforementioned Night Man, appears in episode 7, a saxophone player (sadly with his music done in awful bedroom MIDI) becoming a body armoured vigilante with natural night vision, a cameo who ends said episode on top of a skyscraper in full costume playing a saxophone in one of the series' most (unintentionally) memorable moments.

The villains are also from various Malibu properties - an energy vampire named Rune (who appears twice) had his own comic, as did Sludge, a minor henchman here who was actually by all accounts a tragic figure like Man-Thing/Swamp Thing for Malibu in his own series. And then there's the character who steals the show for me, right from the sight of him in the opening credits animation, by the name of Lord Pumpkin, a giant Jack O'Lantern headed figure in a purple suit and magical powers whose voice actor was clearly enjoying himself, investing more in the lines by chewing the walls of the recording booth, and the bizarre introduction of being in a gang war over a fantastical narcotic with a regular gang, as mad as a plot as you could get.

The idiosyncratic and weird juxtapositions, a few mentioned above, are where any fun comes into Ultraforce when frankly most of the time it panders to a child audience way too much and feels like the screenwriters weren't reading the original Malibu comics to properly depict the characters. Even for all my jokes, these characters deserved better. Characters like this, even if looked down on as was the case here even if by proxy, deserved better than a really slap dashed production this poor. It's a strange case of having utter admiration for the materials, the accomplishment of finally figuring out what that strange image stuck in my head since childhood was, and being proud to say I saw all thirteen episodes, but openly admitting Ultraforce was a terrible viewing experience.

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1) Although it wasn't appreciated when the show was pulled off in the middle of me viewing it, forcing me to look elsewhere; moments like that are what drive people to horde shiny discs and bootleg material, which helps no one.

The Wild Boys (2017)

Director: Bertrand Mandico

Screenplay: Bertrand Mandico

Cast: Pauline Lorillard as Romuald; Vimala Pons as Jean-Louis; Diane Rouxel as Hubert; Anaël Snoek as Tanguy; Mathilde Warnier as Sloane; Sam Louwyck as Le Capitaine; Elina Löwensohn as Séverin(e)

Synopsis: Five boys (played by actresses Pauline Lorillard, Vimala Pons, Diane Rouxel, Anaël Snoek and Mathilde Warnie) are as extreme as you can get as delinquents - hooligans, blasphemers, lovers of literature, and "wild boys" who after raping and accidentally killing their literature teacher find themselves with a sea captain (Sam Louwyck) whose harsh behavioural punishment is contrasted by the strange island he leads his boat to. The island is a paradise with wonderous flora, but drastically changes a person physically when they stay there for a long time, something the current occupier Séverin(e) (Elina Löwensohn) can attest to.

[Spoilers Throughout]

Starting in the early 2010s, Bertrand Mandico has spend his career in short form films until The Wild Boys, now planting his idiosyncratic flag into a theatrical length feature I sincerely hope catches a lot of attention for him and allows his work to be known. He openly absorbed a lot of influences to make The Wild Boys - and research will show he'll openly discuss those influences even on little details - but he is however also his own person, one still hard for me to define but one that is very aesthetically rich, very transgressive but in a very pansexual form and, like Guy Maddin, pulls from various genres and influences openly. Unlike Maddin, the differences in his choices are themselves signs of his themes - Boro in the Box (2011), effectively his true debut was a perverse "biography" of Walerian Borowczyk, Living Still Life (2012) taking animation to its literal extreme with Elina Löwensohn (and the director himself) reanimating actual animal corpses, and The Wild Boys taking boy's own adventure storytelling but, in casting women as the boys, openly flaunting homoerotic, queer and feminised punkish sensibilities. It's like Derek Jarman's Sebastiane (1976) to find, clutch, any real tonal comparison; the punk sensibility but filtered through that similar queer slant and elegance, if to be his trademark in later features, is definitely a different attitude to Maddin if any...

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There are also the little production differences. That, for his film which takes place on the sea and eventually a strange and curious island lost in the ocean, he actually did film at Réunion, in the Indian Ocean, and merely blended the real life natural landscape into his own worldview. That and the specific blend of the materials such as the casting of the Wild Boys themselves, including a couple of noticeable actresses like Vimala Pons, who play their roles completely straight, someone like Pons throwing herself fully into the most amoral and macho of the five wild boys, whilst everyone has very idiosyncratic stylistic ticks. This gender subversion as a major stylistic choice also leads to the plot itself.

The island itself, when finally introduced is a paradise, with flora Fantastic Planet (1973) would be proud of it with its living tendrils and woman shaped bushes to have sex with. In among all the explicit sexual references, said flora consists of various sight gags such as that bush's form or the phallic buds which you can drink very white liquid from for sustenance. Its fruit, hairy and slimy, is introduced very early on and is so explicit in sexual meaning it would be absurd for me to blatantly signpost, all coupled with the fact that eating said fruit and maybe other factors causes a literal "feminisation" of the male body, turning men into women. If there is a deeper message to The Wild Boys aside from being an aesthetic feast for the eyes, wrapped in its own world and form, it's this subversion through a plot McGuffin, as happened to Dr. Séverin(e) as played by Elina Löwensohn. The former titular star of Nadja (1994), and effectively Mandico's muse, plays a Henry Morton Stanley type in a white suit who turned into a women when he stayed on the island he and the captain found; having decided to reduce the amount of war and violence into the world, he decides to "feminise" it through the island's natural resources, starting with our five miscreant boys.

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As from the beginning of Mandico's work, he's been openly transgressive; willingly push taboos which may offend some. How the boys got to this position is such a case; explicitly set in the early 20th century, so Mandico openly quotes from the streak of transgressive literature from the time as the boys, in grotesque genderless masks, accidentally kill their teacher when, having raped her in a toxic Dionysian frenzy and tied her to a horse, end up with said horse taking her off a cliff, not pulling any punches in the material from then on. Mandico however from then on takes it further to an equal opportunity mentality when, thinking they have escaped punishment and openly deciding to go with the Captain (Sam Louwyck) out of their free will, the boys learn to late his behavioural training places them his captives.

The gender subversion itself is part of this, the blurring androgyny of masculinity with breasts, the Captain not only having a map tattooed on his penis but one mere breast due to the effect of the island, and the actresses acting like boys with their short hair and costuming. Through what I have seen, Mandico is able to be very extreme but in a way that's never lurid, a fantastique streak through his films which has let him get away with his more extreme moments alongside his open desire for gender equality in the transgression. The later is a fine point that must be considered more often when dealing with transgression in cinema - it is a nuance that can drastically help a film, particularly as Mandico gives all his actresses in his films very good roles, in among equal opportunity full frontal nudity and in this particular case the best example in all cinema, of any genre, of someone's penis inexplicably falling off and having to be buried on the beach. Whilst he will offend, he offends with disregard for gender binaries.

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Tonally, the comparison to Guy Maddin is apt, although you imagine Jack Smith if he had a budget would want to make films this glamorous - the monochrome aesthetic intercut by hazy coloured sequences of neon purples, blues and other striking colours reminiscent of silent cinema aesthetic Maddin uses but with Smith's transgression and Mandico's own grit. That's strange to think, considering especially Maddin has gotten away with transgressive material throughout his own career, but as much of it is the matter of fact nature - Mandico shows nonchalantly what Maddin exaggerates with a sense of humour. Alongside the French fantastique displayed here it's definitely his trademark.

His philosophy for all this? Punk, as mentioned, feminist definitely, as the actresses are a huge factor to The Wild Boys' success in both their committed acting and the gender subversion in plot and iconography shown. As the boys, they are pretty young men but dangerous, wild energy coursing through their veins which lashes out in dangerous ways, all five with distinct personalities. The Captain adds more as a combative figure tormenting them - more perverseness with his tattooed penis but a complex trajectory as a hard, cruel man who yet loves his pet dog and is revealed to have an honourable purpose to his cruelty, even if it involves nearly strangling young boys to death with collars on a boat which can be pulled in. And Elina Löwensohn strides around like a living colossus - she, with a healthy career alongside her Hal Hartley work and newer films like this or Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani's Let The Corpses Tan (2017), having roles like this one she can be proud of.

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Abstract Spectrum: Dreamlike/Psychotronic/Transgressive/Weird

Abstract Rating (High/Medium/Low/None): Low

Personal Opinion:

From his debut, around the time of Boro in the Box, Mandico has started perfectly. Arguably a film like Boro in the Box is worthy enough to be a debut even at only forty minutes, but The Wild Boys would be a perfect way to introduce him to many, with a combination that'd appeal to both cult and art house audiences. The obvious question is whether Bertrand Mandico will ever get wider recognition, and what he will do now he's finally made a feature; the question of what a second film will be like, (and hopefully he'll make a second theatrical length film), is effected as much by what ideas he still has and what he can do as a follow on. Now I have utter admiration for him, coupled by grievance in the difficulty now in seeing his other work, it'll be interesting if he continues or if The Wild Boys is sadly a one-off.

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Non-Abstract Review: Reanimator Academy (1992)

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Director: Judith Priest

Writers: Benton Jennings and Judith Priest

Starring: Steve Westerheit, Connie Speer, Richard Perrin

Synopsis: Divided into two segments, Reanimator Academy begins with frat house member Edgar Allan Lovecraft, a mad scientist out-of-place among the hard partying Delta Epsilon Delta Fraternity, developing a reanimation serum and bringing the burnt severed head of a comedian back to life. The second half, when this serum is wider known, unfortunately leads a pair of gangsters to Lovecraft's doorstep, demanding him to resurrect one of their prostitutes and moll Hot Lips.

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Films are strange - especially when you accept that, for every legitimate piece of art, they are a produce that despite their expense are churned out like sausages and as a result, when that process goes amiss, it shows in films that make little sense or end up as peculiar viewing circumstances. Drop down into no-budget cinema, when you can have access to straight-to-VHS era cinema let alone when DVD came to be, and for those who try their hardest, and those who managed to succeed, there's stuff like Reanimator Academy that exists right at the bottom in the nebulous realm Bleeding Skull is usually an expert in rather than myself. I cannot believe I've stepped on a sibling of Redneck County Fever (1992), a "comedy" about Bill and Ted stoners standing by buildings with a southern accent or two, but here it is. Produced by David DeCoteau, if the credits are right, shot on VHS, and with one of the leads of Redneck County Fever having a small cameo, a frat house member who makes the ill-advised decision to drink the lead scientist's fish tank of chemicals. I hope it's the same character, creating a small multiverse of merely two films.

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Openly, shamelessly, taking its ideas from Stuart Gordon's Re-Animator (1985), this would be the extreme of After Last Season (2009) if not for the fact that film had sets with cardboard MDI machines and a sterile, vague acting style contributing to its own unique atmosphere. Reanimator Academy is even below that film in style, a home movie where people pretend to be Herbert West from Re-Animator and, bizarrely, two 1940s gangsters from a slapstick comedy. As with Redneck County Fever, the tone is a stilted one where people act in ordinary environments and outside locations on the street - this has a little bit more budget due to the bit of prosthetic effects involved, but those are minimal or visibly papier-mâché. It's not an insult from my part to point that out, or the mannequin heads used indiscriminately for the series of decapitation punches that take place later on in the film which I will explain later, rather describing to you that this is the equivalent to a home movie with genre tropes added to the visuals you yourself might make, but was released in commercial form so took that aesthetic there as well.

In this case, our Jeffrey Combs stand-in resurrects a bad stand-up comedian - in this world Ed the head, as he dubs himself, is one of the funniest of his kind but, whilst he's funny occasionally, the stand-up routine definitely isn't. As the first half of the film is mostly about this plot point, this character's the one I have to talk about the most. Ed the Head, barring these scenes, is nonetheless the more animated, ironically in a cast of amateurs, who try but were given very broad comedic moments and odd characters to work with whilst the actor voicing the fake severed head gets the most from his material. The two gangsters feel out of place out of them all, just from their names from a Dick Tracy pastiche, one a clown who is naive and dumb, the other shorter and vicious. They, imitating gangster accents but very amateur in performance, emphasise the weird juxtaposition of inert filmmaking with broad comedy. Occasionally they work but only from charm of them being out of their depth, when the larger of the two confuses slang for offing a person continually in one sequence, but mainly it's with dead air as with a lot of the film's tone in general.

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Annoyingly a huge part of this comedy is sexism as well as, when the resurrection serum is used on women, such as the girlfriend of the lead Delta Epsilon Delta Fraternity member when she falls over on the street and dies instantly, it turns them into shrews. This emphasises this strange antiquated air to the material, a shrew an archetype of a nagging and snapping female character that is critical of everything the males in a story do, and has really died out in comedy over the decades for good reason. How this became the gag in this film is to debate, and I have to admit when it comes to Hot Lips as a resurrected zombie sex worker, the actress playing her takes the archetype and gladly chews the scenery in an entertaining way, but it does bring a nasty stain to the material. Its stranger as, due to the plot, the vicious shorter gangster ends up accidentally stabbed with the cure, a symbolically problematic idea of a feminising agent, which turns him into a weaker figure the moll can push around in her shrew state. It's weird itself, a problematic and curious aspect that in a film like this unfortunately stands out more as it's one of the only really big aspects to be able to talk about Reanimator Academy through in greater detail. If there's any semblance of entertainment, alongside the film in general, it's through Hot Lips and the plot point that, reanimated, she's angry and able to punch men's (fake) heads off with considerable ease; so many in fact that the men following her have to start collecting them in their car, an absurd progress the more it continues.

Most will find Reanimator Academy painful - even for no budget film fans, who have tempered patience with movies like this accepting their limitations, this does feel like an extreme too far in how little actually takes place, the second preview to set up the second half (as if both parts are two different exploitation films with Cookie Monster narration) having to repeat scenes from the first, not helped by not a lot in the slightest having actually taken place. If anything, Reanimator Academy is a reminder that, if you step outside the template of Hollywood cinema, even the standard of what we presume of cinema, filmmaking is an industry which has many individuals producing work within it through various strands and communities, some of which varies in technical quality to these extremes. It's a humbling experience...but when you suffer through Ed the Head's stand-up, you also realise this film is better to think of then actually experience.

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