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Showing posts with label Documentary. Show all posts

Video Nasties: The Definitive Guide Part 2 - Draconian Days


Director: Jake West (2014)
Starring: Lots of Talking Heads.
Find it: IMDB

A second instalment of Jake West's video nasty documentary, detailing the plight of horror fans and the movies they loved during the 1980s. Where Moral Panic, Censorship & Videotape gave a good overall look at the furore, Draconian Days goes a little more in-depth, exploring the finer details of censorship and the various agencies responsible. And, like the first film, I got angry just watching it, so there's that too.

Draconian Days is a fair representation of why I don't read British tabloid newspapers. There are other reasons (Hillsborough lies, casual racism, telephone hacking scandals, casual misogyny and terrible writing being but a few) but, by and large, the newspapers' coverage of 'video nasties' in the 1980s is more or less representative of how the British right-wing press covers everything; with a web of fabrication, exaggeration, moral panic and loud outrage. That said, your mileage may vary, depending on how much you enjoy Page Three and cheap holidays.

Which isn't to say that horror at the time was doing itself too many favours. Lurid cover art, vivid titles and scenes of extreme violence did little to sway public opinion to the positive, giving such figures as Mary Whitehouse and the censors plenty of ammunition when it came to getting the things banned. Ex-head of the BBFC James Ferman is the film's antagonist focus - a complicated fellow who may have had his heart in the right place but fudged it through elitism and being out of touch (famously worrying about the effect a film like The Texas Chain Saw Massacre might have on the lower classes). Even he thought that the Child's Play/James Bulger connection was bullshit though - so he can't have been all bad.
Tip: Your Scum newspaper will probably burn easier.

For those unaware of this period in British history, Draconian Days should make for fascinating viewing. It's not quite as lively as its predecessors - and there's less star-power to its collection of talking heads - but it is well made, informative and passionate about its cause. Above all, it serves as a reminder of how dangerous moral panic and scapegoating can be. "Yo Joel," nobody asks me. "You watch all this horror shit, but what actually scares you?" Honestly? Nothing scares me as much as the mob mentality; that state of braindead zombification served up by those who would have us stop thinking, blindly idolise our military and live in constant terror of paedophiles and Muslims. Shut up, eat your free mince pie and look at the tits.

The tits.

For the sake of ALL our kids.... burn your tabloid newspaper today.


26. Super Size Me


Director: Morgan Spurlock (2004)
Starring: Morgan Spurlock, Ronald McDonald
Find it: IMDB

What happens if you eat nothing but McDonalds' for a month? Shockingly, it makes you fat and ill. I would have thought it obvious, but I'm glad Morgan Spurlock did it anyway; it saves me doing it myself as the sort of stupid experiment I would do for the sake of it. Spurlock (Spurlock) decides that for a month he will eat nothing but McDonalds' takeaways for every meal. And if a staff member asks him if he'd like to 'supersize it', then 'supersize it' he must. It sounds like an extended Jackass stunt.

And at first, it plays like a Jackass stunt too. Upon indulging in his first super sized Maccy D meal, he promptly vomits it back up out of the window of his car. The physical (and a little bit mental) degradation of Spurlock over the course of Super Size Me is actually quite scary to witness. Fairly well educated in the importance of healthy eating, I found it somewhat obvious, but it's still scary to actually see it. Mind you, over here in England, we never had 'Super Size' meals. Probably a good thing. I always go for the biggest thing on the menu, regardless of how hungry I am.

It's a depressing state of affairs that Super Size Me has to exist at all; that people need telling that stuffing their face full of shit will make them ill. Following the film, the 'Super Size' option was discontinued and more healthy options were made available on McDonalds' menus. I feel about that the same way I feel about the BBFC censoring slash banning The Human Centipede 2: surely it should be my decision whether I fill my body and mind with that rot? Mind you, a diet of terrible food will actually make you ill, whereas The Human Centipede 2 won't. No matter what the tabloids or the BBFC or some dipshit who's never seen it tells you. Not that the absence of 'Super Size' meals will stop anyone truly determined to get their gut rot on either.

Super Size Me is a powerful, witty and amusing documentary. Unlike the work of Super Size meal abuser Michael Moore, you get the sense that Spurlock is generally telling the truth, and his humour actually funny. There's a great line about him punching his children in the head whenever they pass a McDonalds' restaurant. I'm going to punch my own children in the head whenever Michael Moore is on TV. Not to provoke a Pavlov's Dog style reaction, just because Michael Moore's face inspires violence in me.

I watched Super Size Me at the cinema with a friend, back in 2004. "Hey," I said, "wouldn't it be a good idea if we got Big Macs and ate them while we watched the film?" "Yeah!" As it emerges, that was not a good idea. Especially not during the liposuction scene.

10. Do not blog whilst drunk.


Director: Jason Brown (2009)
Starring: None of the stars of Twilight.
Find it: IMDB

This bit of the review I wrote during the first half of the film:
(I was sober)

Mentally deluded people talk about sparkling vampires as if they're real and document the history of a town called Forks. I would make fun of the people in this documentary, but that is making fun of people with learning difficulties, and making fun of people with learning difficulties is not funny. "It could happen." Uh, no it couldn't. People talking about the film as though sparkly vampires and werewolves exist really pissed me off.

Somebody has the temerity to call people who like comic books "geeks" and compare Twilight to Star Wars, Star Trek and Lord Of The Rings, insulting all of fandom and calling most nerds angry. HOW VERY FUCKING DARE Y- oh, right.

But he doesn't seem to realise that Star Wars, Star Trek and Lord Of The Rings are actually good. He then suggests that being a guy and liking Twilight will get you laid. There are a lot of good quotes in Twilight for those who enjoy mocking Twi-hards (or Twi-aholics as one girl refers to herself).

"I'm embarrassing myself right now." Yes you are. "I'm 46 years old and I'm hanging around with a bunch of kids". Make of that what you will. "Who doesn't love a good love story?" Twilight is not a good love story. "Since you've read the book, I've noticed a difference in the way you talk to me." Twilight turned a man into an abusive husband. He bleaches his hair blonde so as to look like Carlisle, because his daughter told him to. I would mock, but I once bleached my hair to look like Spike from Buffy. Well if you're going to make yourself look like a vampire, you might as well do the best one.

A man who is in a band talks about how he thinks Twilight is awesome. Needless to say, that band is not Muse. Even the people who are in Twilight don't think that Twilight is awesome. Everybody in this documentary thinks that Twilight is awesome. It is very biased.

This part of the review I wrote during the second half of the film:
(I had just drunk half a bottle of Grant's whiskey)

Like every good documentary, I did learn some things from Twilight In Forks. I learnt that Forks is a real place. I learnt that Stephenie Meyer and her terrible novel saved the town from bankruptcy. I learnt that Twilight fans are actually quite nice. Nicer than some Star Trek fans or me. In fact, as Twilight In Forks progressed I actually came to feel quite bad for being such a bitch about Twilight in the past. I'm sorry Twilight. I would definitely consider visiting Forks one day.

(But not drunk enough)

That said, I couldn't watch the film all the way through, because Twilight fans give me a headache. It sounds quite tiresome to be a resident of Forks. Especially if you're a Native American Indian, in which case people accuse you of being related to a hunky werewolf.

I wrote this punchline whilst I was still sober:

Forks off.

This score I calculated whilst I was drunk:


This one I calculated when I sobered up:

Uwe Boll's AUSCHWITZ


Director: Uwe Boll (2011)
Starring: Uwe Boll, Hitler.
Find it: IMDB, Amazon

Uwe Boll's sensitively handled, well-intentioned docu-drama about Auschwitz. Yes, it's completely real and totally available on DVD. I'm still not entirely convinced that Auschwitz exists. And I watched it for myself last night. Clarification: when I say things like "I'm not convinced that Auschwitz exists" try to take that in context. If however, I say something like "Auschwitz is shit", you can take that however you like.

Another non-Holocaust denier is Doctor Uwe Boll, apparently. The infamous movie director and boxer has created this documentary-slash-drama to educate those he fears are in danger of forgetting about Auschwitz and the Holocaust. Like the director of that Serbian Film (I forget the title) he makes a little speech before the film starts declaring his intentions. You can see him thinking to himself "no, nobody will dare take the pisses out of me for this movie." People are beginning to forget about Auschwitz, Doc Boll posits. Leave it to the director of House Of The Dead to remind us all. Totally sensitively, mind.

Just like that sensitive movie he made about 9/11.

Not even past the DVD menu, Auschwitz shows how sensitive it is. You select things by moving a little swastika around the screen. I'm sure that'll offend no-one. The DVD proves that it's not racist by having a trailer for a soppy Denzel Washington movie that will interest literally nobody who enjoys Uwe Boll movies. Following Boll's introduction (I suppose a review of a movie like Auschwitz is not the place to comment on the Doctor's bad skin) the movie cuts to what looks like either a toilet or a shower room, where Boll is interviewing a number of teenage kids. He asks them things like "what do you know about the Holocaust?" and "why did Hitler hate the Jews?" There's ten minutes of this nonsense, which would be interesting if I hadn't covered it during the first five minutes of GCSE History. Then, the main event:


The drama bit of Uwe Boll's docu-drama. It depicts the arrival of a large number of Jews at Auschwitz. Moments later, the infants and younger children are separated from the adults and shot in the head. On camera. I'm not a big watcher of sensitively handled things, but I'm still pretty positive that shooting children in the head is not the way to go about being sensitive. The rest of the victims are sent to the showers where they strip off and await the inevitable. Meanwhile, two Nazi officers talk about their holidays and birthdays whilst drinking vodka. Admittedly, this bit works well, showing the banality of evil and the terrifyingly human face of Nazi. In the background, Uwe Boll hulks around as the only Nazi officer who apparently doesn't have to wear a helmet, eating a sandwich.

I'd imagine that this is a pretty adequate summation of his directorial style too; skulking around the background like Sasquatch, eating a sandwich and barking orders. He's a good actor too, really selling the character of a bored Nazi who just wants to eat his sandwich and lean against doors. The gas is pumped into the showers and the unfortunates' death is depicted in very sensitive detail. I'm sure nobody could ever be offended by Boll's depiction of the slow, humiliating, agonizing death of all those people - very old and very young alike - especially the lingering closeups of their naked flesh or pained death throes. Once they're dead, Boll has the bodies gathered up and fed into an incinerator.

"How they were for real... Killing Factories!"
OMG because up till' now I thought it was like Disneyland

The drama part of Auschwitz lasts no longer than half an hour, but it manages to pack in gratuitous infanticide, all sorts of nudity, tooth removal, an extended gassing sequence and Uwe Boll eating a sandwich. There's one shot that comes from a better, more moving film - the ashes of the Death Camp's victims rising into a grey, apocalyptic sky - but nothing else even approaches approaches that level of emotion, so it's lost amongst the violence and torture nonsense. And that's what Auschwitz is - the ultimate torture flick.

Not over yet, Auschwitz switches back to documentary mode. Alongside the interviews and talking heads is inserted news footage and photographs from the real Auschwitz. This is a lot harder to watch than any of Boll's facile dramatizations - which come across as deleted scenes from Seed anyway - and completely destroys any pretension of sensitivity. Far from Schindler's List, this movie has more in common with a Faces Of Death. It's an exploitation movie, and for anyone to pretend otherwise is more offensive than anything else Boll could have done with it. It's a staggeringly desperate cry to be taken seriously.

Maybe Uwe Boll does care about the subject, but everything outside of his silly speeches in Auschwitz suggest otherwise. If he felt outraged or saddened by the subject matter (feelings which Auschwitz somehow manages to fail in milking) surely he wouldn't be dressing himself up as a Nazi for the movie? Or joking about Nazi gold in Postal? If he was really outraged, then how could he bring himself to use the Nazis as comedy villains in Blubberella or Bloodrayne: Third Reich? Quite right the Nazis should be mocked, degraded and spoofed. But Auschwitz sits ill-at-ease with his other movies. Boll's intentions were no doubt good. But Auschwitz is to films about the Holocaust as I Spit On Your Grave is rape.

Anyone with more than a passing interest in modern history or a GCSE in the subject will find nothing new in Auschwitz. For history noobs, it's fine and I hope the film does well. As a documentary, it's boring and uninformative. As a drama, it's grotesque but feels pointless. Auschwitz wasn't very nice. Who knew?

Video Nasties: The Definitive Guide


Director: Jake West (2010)
Starring: Neil Marshall, Christopher Smith, Kim Newman, Emily Booth
Find it: Amazon

A literal must-have for any self-respecting fan of horror. Video Nasties: The Definitive Guide documents the history of the titular 'video nasty' - a mass hysteria which took over 1980s' Britain and saw such gems as The Burning, Cannibal Holocaust and The Last House On The Left go banned and, in some cases, their distributors prosecuted. A beautifully presented 3-disc set, it contains director Jake West's compelling documentary and over 8 hours of trailers and discussions. Also, the adorable Emily Booth in various states of undress. Video Nasties presents a compelling argument as to why The Daily Mail (website NSFW*) should fuck off.

Amongst the horror afficionados doing the talking head thing are directors Neil Marshall (The Descent), Christopher Smith (Creep) and testimony from a certain Ruggero Deodato, who seems somewhat nonplussed as to why his cannibal movie managed to get itself banned. Critic Kim Newman and writer/actor/director Andy Nyman are amongst the various scholars and critics of Nasty gathered to discuss the movies' merits and occasionally considerable faults. To the film's credit, it balances the argument with reasoning from the Tories, police officers and do-gooders who wanted the nasties banned in the first place. A bit too much archive footage of Mary Whitehouse's pickled-egg-sucking face for my liking.

As a documentary, Video Nasties is enlightening, passionate about its subject, intelligent, clear-headed (unlike the movies' opponents) and even handed. Some of its contents might be old news to some horror fans, and it might not be quite so effective to viewers outside of the UK. The doc's admittedly a bit short, but the set is worth collecting for the bonus discs alone: there are trailers for all 39 of the official nasties, plus another disc with the 35 that didn't quite make the cut. It even comes with a set of postcards emblazoned with some beautifully gory video art. I can't praise Video Nasties enough. Essential viewing for anyone with more than a passing interest in the history of horror cinema and censorship.


* Because your colleagues will all think you're a racist imbecile.

Not Quite Hollywood: The Wild, Untold Story of Ozploitation!

Director: Mark Hartley (2008)
Starring: Quentin Tarantino, Dennis Hopper
Find it online: IMDB, Amazon UK, Amazon US

It's a documentary. But give it a chance - Not Quite Hollywood is really, really good. Strewth, and other stereotypical hijinks, throw another shrimp on the barbie, crack open a can of Fosters, (sentence deleted because of epically unfunny probably racist bullshittyiness) slam Not Quite Hollywood in your DVD player and prepare for the most entertaining and most interesting documentary since the sex(y) ones they used to show you in school. Who gives a shit about Michael Moore and his high horse? This movie is full of tits and stories about Dennis Hopper getting shitfaced and banned from Australia.

Not Quite Hollywood: The Wild, Untold Story of Ozploitation! documents the history of a subgenre that this British idiot didn't even know existed before: Ozploitation. Despite not really being aware of it before, many a horror/sci-fi fan has probably happened across Ozploitation in his time. Most recently, the giant croc flick Rogue, the cult gem Razorback or likely, through its most famous export - Mad Max.

Not all of it covers horror, but any fan of cinema will be entertained throughout. The documentary starts off with a bit of smut (with the cinematic debut of Dame Edna Everage, no less) and a few bawdy sex comedies. It may not be horror in the least, but there's plenty of boobies on show, some truly bewildering sleaze and a man puking off've the Eiffel Tower. Yes, it harkens back to a time when Dame Edna Everage wasn't a reason to turn off your television. I particularly enjoyed its vision of a wet, grey Britain covered in dogshit.

The real meat, however, follows with the doc's action and horror sections. Film fans beware, Not Quite Hollywood often plays like something of a shopping list: there wasn't a movie covered that I wouldn't be interested in owning. In particular, Fair Game, Mad Dog Morgan, The Man from Hong Kong and The Survivor (I do love me some James Herbert). It's all depicted with a raw enthusiasm that only the truest film geek can muster. With that in mind, it's only apt that head honcho film geek Quentin Tarantino should lead the interviewees. Tarantino is unsurprisingly the most vocal of those interviewed, but by no means the most interesting. There are some great stories here from stuntmen, directors, critics, actresses and actors alike. It's almost a testament to more innocent times, with tales of Dennis Hopper destroying graveyards and an ex-James Bond being set alight. They sure don't make 'em like this anymore.

There's only one truly bad thing about Not Quite Hollywood. Several of the movies amongst its number are either rare or out of print, and that makes me feel all sad inside. I just know that my life will never be complete until I get to see The Man from Hong Kong in all its glory. Here's to the next 20-odd years of me hunting down Fair Game. Another 20-odd years of me getting all excited when I find the DVD on play.com - and then cursing the name of Baldwin when it turns out to be a William Baldwin 'movie' of the same name. Why must you Baldwins constantly mock me?

Oh, fuck off William Baldwin


Michael Moore and Morgan Spurlock take note. This is how a documentary should be made. NotQuite Hollywood is something that any self-respecting film fan simply needs to see.