Showing posts with label Frenzy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frenzy. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Frenzied Moments

IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN 'FRENZY', SPOILERS FOLLOW






















'Frenzy' is my favorite film by Alfred Hitchcock. First saw it when I was a kid and loved it. None of his other movies resonate with me nearly as much. It's scary, funny and, as is usual from Hitch, has great camera and editing. It's one of the main reasons I love movies today.

This is one of my favorite sequences. In it, Rob Rusk (Barry Foster) returns to his flat having just loaded the body of a woman, who he has raped and strangled, into the back of a potato truck. He discovers his tie-pin is missing (he removed it in order to strangle the woman with his necktie). After a search he remembers (in a very effective quick-cut flashback montage) the woman grabbed it just before she died. He goes back to the truck to retrieve it because it's monogrammed with his initials and would lead police directly to him.

Though a bit dated in some ways, the scene plays beautifully today. It's suspenseful and makes the antagonist an endearing character -- a juggling act not even attempted anymore.



I think this scene would hold up today, but I can't think of many movies from the last few years that have been as graphic without tipping the scale into gore. Bits of 'Shallow Grave', directed by Danny Boyle, come to mind. There's more, probably, but it's a very short list. If you put that particular finger manipulation in a movie next week it would probably be cringe-inducing. Audiences would squirm in their seats and love it. Why rely on gore?

The scene also flows. Even at almost nine minutes it's over before you know it. Most scenes in today's movies are cut between thirty seconds and two or three minutes to avoid taxing the director's ability to keep things from dragging.

Hitch kept it taught and never bored us. He took the audience out of their comfort zone. He was funny without being sick, creepy but not disgusting, inventive while avoiding contrivance so ridiculous it takes us out of the moment. He was entertaining and smart -- qualities that, a lot of the time, are missing in movies today.



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Tuesday, May 08, 2007

British Horror

Village of the Damned

Like the way the Brits do scares? I like almost all movies that take place in England, but the British creepfest one of the best around. Something as simple as the English accent makes what would otherwise be hokey a lot more upright. And when it's good the accent just makes it better.

The two British movies that affected me the most are Alfred Hitchcock's 'Frenzy' and 'The Day of the Triffids' directed by Steve Sekely. I also liked Vincent Price in the Dr. Phibes series -- those scared the hell out of me. I can't help but think that if the Phibes movies had been done with American actors they would have come off pretty schlocky. I'm not arguing they weren't schlock, but those British accents made you (as a kid at least) take it way more seriously.

I was reading through The Guardian's comparison of '28 Weeks Later' to the British horror that preceded it, and it got me to thinking of how much I loved those movies. I'll have to get them together and write something up one of these days.

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