Unsane (2018)

The rise of the #MeToo movement has unearthed some of the darkest secrets of the entertainment industry over the past few years. From Weinstein to Kevin Spacey, victims of sexual assault are becoming empowered and feel like they are being given a voice. Unfortunately, it is not enough for the abused to speak up, especially when those in power are closing ranks and protecting the abusers. Kevin Spacey is still on the big screen, Bill Cosby is not behind bars, and accusers are still being treated like they are attention seekers looking for their fifteen minutes of fame or a quick payday. Let us not forget, that Bill Cosby’s accusers were only taken seriously after a MAN (Hannibal Buress) started speaking up for them in his stand up act.

Let’s be clear, no one has ever benefited from being raped or groped. Women lose work, lose friends, lose self-esteem, and sometimes lose a part of themselves. This is speaking from personal experience – from being groped, being flashed, to a group of men trying to drag me into a car when I was sixteen, I am not a special case. Every woman, and a few men I know have been victims of sexual violence or harassment, and none of us asked for it.

This week Louis CK, admitted sexual predator and comedian, did a surprise set at the Comedy Cellar club in New York. Now, it’s been around a year since the allegations about his sexual misconduct broke, and him turning up out of the blue, is problematic for several reasons. The main one being he has never really apologised for his actions, and the fact that his accusers have struggled to find work since speaking out against him. If this man has a stage, his victims do not, and the fact that he used this comeback to make a rape joke, shows that he has learned nothing, and has no regard for the feelings of those people he has abused. It is especially troubling that sexual assault allegations don’t ruin men’s lives, they ruin the lives of the women who are brave enough to call them out. And that, sadly, is the reason why so many victims do not come forward and report incidents; because the consequences for the victim can be truly devastating.

The difference between how sexual assault victims vs treatment of perpetrators are treated in society is part of a much bigger problem, as often for the victim, the attack itself is just the beginning of the ordeal. They are forced to prove to society that they are worthy of being taken seriously as a ‘’credible’’ victim, someone who has good standing, does not have drug or alcohol issues, mental health problems, are not sexually promiscuous, or have ties to the sex industry. All these factors make it hard for a judge and jury to believe that the VICTIM (I must reiterate this, because the way these people are treated is that they have done something wrong, instead of being protected and cared for by the system) , is an ‘’upstanding citizen’’ and worthy enough to be believed. The saddest part for me is that being a victim usually causes a lot of these issues, and many choose alcohol or drugs as a coping mechanism. Statistically you are more likely to be a victim of sexual assault or rape, if it has already happened to you before; this is because predators can sense vulnerability and hone in on it. You can not blame another person for what an attacker does to them. If a woman walks down the street naked, drunk and covered in glitter, it does not give anyone the right to touch or abuse her. Let me be clear; it is NEVER the victim’s fault.

Steven Soderbergh’s Unsane is the perfect metaphor for the powerlessness of victims of sexual assault. The story of a young girl who is detained in a mental health unit, where she finds herself at the mercy of her stalker (or does she?). The need to be believed, the gaslighting by the people around her and the claustrophobic power her stalker has over her, makes it  an extremely relevant film for the #MeToo generation.

I enjoyed this film, for all its intensity, but admittedly it was a little unrealistic in terms of medical care and procedure. If you suspend your disbelief though, and let yourself be taken for a ride, Unsane is an enjoyable, if somewhat silly film.

The cinematography is not great, as it is shot on an iPhone camera, and unfortunately the film’s best scenes seem to have been all used in the trailers, but it is certainly not the worst film I have seen. Claire Foy’s acting is the most redeeming quality, and she does a fine job of carrying the film to it’s somewhat predictable and disappointing ending.

If you aren’t looking to be wowed, and more of a way to pass the time – Unsane is a good bet for a average night in. You may love it or hate it, but mostly it made me Meh.

C+, so I’m not quite giving it a failing grade, but needs more work to pass muster.

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Green Room (2015)

This week the public racist, and former face of the EDL, ex BNP member, who also helped to develop Pegida UK, (which is  a branch of the German fascist organisation Patriotic Europeans Against the Islamisation of the West); Steven Yaxley-Lennon aka Andrew McMaster aka Paul Harris aka Tommy Robinson was released on bail after his thirteen month conviction for contempt of court. He likes to martyr himself with the title of ‘’activist’’ when in fact he has a very clear agenda. His ‘’Save Tommy’’ website was set up in 2017, well before his arrest this year; where he was filming at the trial of a very sensitive child abuse case, that there was a strict reporting delay on, to protect the identities of the victims and to prevent the outcome of proceedings being tainted. He has a history of convictions beginning with attacking a police officer who attempted to stop him from beating up his girlfriend, and featuring such accolades as mortgage fraud, assault, leading a one-hundred-man football hooligan brawl, and trying to enter the US with a false passport.

In short, Tommy Robinson is faecal matter personified.

Let’s be clear, this is a man who claims to want to protect women and children from being raped and groomed, yet conveniently chooses not to report on those victims who have been abused by white men, some of whom are his previous known associates.  He has a clear agenda, which is stirring up hatred against the Muslim and Asian communities, and along with the support of Nazis and fascists such as Steve Bannon (who provided body guards to Robinson on his release from prison for the benefit of the press), he is given platforms on MSM to spout his hate filled rhetoric.

It’s irresponsible for the mainstream news outlets such as the BBC to give him exposure, as it normalises the fascism of the far right, and gives this common criminal, further chances to martyr himself. He models himself as a political prisoner, by telling fairy tales about ‘’no go areas’’ that are completely controlled by Muslims in the UK, and of prison ‘’torture’’ because of his beliefs. Let’s be clear, there is no such thing as a ‘’no go area’’ in the UK, and I should know, because I am British. As for his tales of being given a cell ‘’directly opposite the prison mosque’’, well, there is no such thing as a prison mosque, as all UK prisons have all faith chapels, and the Muslim community are treated the same as any other prisoner by having to worship there. He has many famous supporters, the lying, hatemonger Katie Hopkins, former UKIP leader Nigel Farage, and Donald (face of fascism and stupidity) Trump, who all have two things in common – they are anti Islam and have a very tenuous relationship with the truth. What makes their message so powerful is that racists have the intrinsic fear that the people they have mistreated and maligned will one day turn the tables on them, and they will know how it feels to be oppressed.

Green Room is about a young punk band who get themselves into a spot of bother on tour when they are booked to play a gig at a venue full of Tommy Robinson supporters, ahem, I mean, Neo Nazi skinheads, and witness a murder. Cue an action packed, blood-soaked fight for survival, featuring Patrick Stewart as a big bad.

It’s a fun horror/thriller that is more poignant with the fact that Anton Yelchin sadly passed away in a car accident shortly after its release. It’s tense, fast paced and sadly very relevant to the rise of far-right attacks and animosity in the west towards Hispanic, African Americans, and Muslims after the ‘’election’’ of President Trump.

It’s gory, funny and has some of the most brutal death scenes in a Mainstream Horror I’ve seen in a while. Yelchin was a promising talent, sadly taken too soon, and Patrick Stewart could play a cardboard box and still be brilliant.

Ugly, gloomy and visually arresting, Green Room is entertaining and has a great musical score – for someone like me who’s very into grunge, punk and obviously violent horror, it’s a dream come true. I realise it has gotten a bit of a hammering from horror fans critically, but what can I say? I loved it.

Music, mutilation and making Nazis bleed … what more can a girl want?

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Savageland (2015)

This week a US Senator was barred entry to a military facility where the children of so called ‘’illegal immigrants’’ are being held. What conditions these children, ripped from their parents, are being subjected to, is being withheld from the public, and the fact the windows and doors were blacked out is worrying. Despite what Mein Fuhrer said recently, children ARE innocent.

Let’s also be clear that this is not an immigration issue. It is a race issue. This is proven by the fact that the Trump administration is not targeting Polish immigrants, Australian immigrants, British immigrants – hell, they love British immigrants because they give them jobs hosting late night television shows, and they even allow Piers Morgan (aka the slime supreme, who was the editor of a newspaper that hacked a murdered girl’s phone) to work over there. In other words, they are fine, if these immigrants are white. Latino, Middle Eastern and Muslim people are the targets; and their treatment of such by this band of white supremist, creeps is proof, that this is about racism and nothing more.

Trump is taking his policies right out of the Hitler playbook by scapegoating other races, while dismantling every freedom that these supporters of a sleazy, reality TV star and failed business man, like to shout so much about.

Equality is in real decline these days, despite the strides the world has made over the last few decades; African Americans, earn less than their white counterparts, Latin Americans earn even less than that, while at the bottom of the pile are Native Americans who earn around 80% of what their white counterparts are paid. When you strive for equality, you must address every insidious little inequality and micro aggression, that a person of colour must endure in every aspect of their lives, every single day.

For instance, if you want women to earn the same as men, you must first fight for all women and men to be paid equally across the race divide, because only when it is a win for all women and all men; will pay equality between the gender gap, truly be bridged.

Savageland is a clever little faux documentary about zombies, told through the photographs of a falsely accused man, that highlights the treatment of Latin Americans in America, and the prejudices that are held against immigrants, whether legal or otherwise, in the United States today.

Let’s be clear, the zombie theme has been done to death and reanimated and double tapped again. That’s not to say I won’t get excited by every new zombie movie that gets released, but I am often disappointed by the result. Savageland is different though. For one thing, because there are very few zombies in it, and because of it’s extremely fresh take on the genre.

It’s a suspenseful, and often incredibly tense horror/thriller, which is even more impressive when you consider the fact that there are little to no action scenes in the film. The plot is both substantial and unique, giving you a protagonist that you are genuinely engaged with, while using the plot device as an inventive social commentary on the current climate of racism and scapegoating of immigrants and people of colour in the West.

A definite hidden gem in a sea of same old, same old, Savageland is a breath of fresh air, that really deserves more acclaim.  Insightful and creepy, while managing to truly get the audience invested in the outcome;  if you are looking for intelligent and clever escapism, this should be your first pick!

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Playground aka Plac zabaw (2016)

I am fully aware that I am probably going to cop a lot of hate for this one, but opinions are like assholes, everybody’s got one, some of them stink, you don’t have to find them attractive and this is just mine.

One of the most polarising criminal cases in modern history is that of the murder of James Bulger by two ten year old boys Jon Venables and Robert Thompson, and with the former of the two being jailed again recently, after being found with child pornography on his computer, and two recent documentaries looking back at the case.

Although a brutal and shocking crime, child murderers are not a new occurrence – from Mary Bell to the recent case of fifteen year old Kim Edwards who along with her young boyfriend, violently stabbed her mother and thirteen year old sister to death. The difference between these cases and the Bulger case is how the tabloid manipulated the  public reaction which in turn, influenced the trial, making it impossible for justice to be done.

The Bulger murder happened in Liverpool – now that might not seem like it means something, but the Hillsborough disaster had happened in 1989, and due to vile lies published in The Sun newspaper saying that local people had pickpocketed the dead, no one in this part of the UK has bought the red top rag since (although I’m not entirely sure why anyone would have wanted to in the first place), and most places refuse to even stock the printed toilet paper. What has this got to do with the murder, you ask? Well, no one went harder at printing details of the case than The Sun, making sure that everyone knew what these children looked like, salaciously dragging out every detail of the case under the guise of wanting justice, when really it was a poorly veiled attempt at trying to get the people of Liverpool back on side and buying their papers again. After the sentencing, they even went so far as to print cut out coupons, for people to send to then Secretary for Justice Michael Howard to demand he intervene. Laughable, considering that this newspaper hacked a murdered girls mobile phone and deleted voicemails on it, that both impeded the investigation, and gave her family false hope that she was still alive.

What does a tabloid newspaper have to do with trial two confessed murderers? Why should I care? Well firstly, we must remember that albeit murderers, these were still children; in fact, had the murder been committed a few months earlier, they would not have been tried as adults. Now, I don’t know about you, but there certainly was not much difference between my nine year old self’s maturity in comparison to my ten year old self. You aren’t considered old enough to consent to sex until sixteen, but you can go can join the army and wield weapons? I feel like our country is skewed when it comes to how the law views age, in a lot of ways – you can legally consent to have sex at sixteen but are not considered mature enough to vote. You can be tried for a murder at ten, but can not serve on a jury until you are eighteen because you aren’t considered sophisticated enough to make enlightened choices until then. Huh, when you put it in those terms, it doesn’t seem like the law is playing fair at all, does it?

Now these kids, murdered James Bulger, no question. The problem that I have with the whole situation is that they could never have had a fair trial. Everyone in the UK knew the name of these boys, their faces, their family background, and the details of the crime thanks to the tabloid press. Their pictures under headlines such as ‘’Monsters!’’ mean that any jury called to be part of this trial would be tainted, and have already formed strong opinions about the case, therefore meaning that the basic human right of fair trial had been made impossible. The public outcry against the boys, made worse by the tabloid press constantly stirring them up, made it hard to ensure the boys’ safety without giving them new identities at eighteen. The public and press demanding these children be named and shown while not comprehending the fact that because their identities are everywhere, putting them in a general prison population straight out of youth detention just was not feasible. They would have had a price on their heads from day one, and people are just missing the point that the boys had served out the sentence they were given, and that is all the law can do. Prisons and juvenile detention centres are first and foremost about rehabilitation, and with one of these it has worked and the other one it hasn’t, and therefore proving that one of the now men, is reformed and making a life for himself as a productive member of society – proving that the system works.

The mob mentality when it comes to Venables and Thompson is quite frightening in its ferocity decades on, with the bloodthirsty cries of ‘’hang them’’, and the fact that people who are usually reasonable and level headed are sharing alleged photographs of the men, trying to out their new identities illegally and calling for people to attack them. You don’t know that these are actually the Bulger killers, they could just be some poor sod being shared around because someone they know has an axe to grind, or worse, thought it was funny.

When these men were children themselves, they had crowds of adults calling for them to be strung up or beaten to death – the irony of people calling for the murder of children for being child murderers completely lost on them.

A similar case happened in a small town in Norway in 1994 when five year old Silje Redergard was beaten to death by two six year old boys, just nineteen months after the Bulger case. The difference in how the children were treated is stark.  The age of criminal responsibility in Norway is fifteen, and instead of releasing the identities of the children to the press to be tabloid fodder, the boys were moved to another infant school a couple of weeks later and teachers, police and child protective services worked with them to make sure that they were fully able to cope with the consequences of their actions. Even Silje’s mother says that she has forgiven them, and though it is a dark shadow in the history of Norway, because of the way authorities dealt with the situation, the have been able to move on from the terrible events of that day.

Playground is a Polish film that is based on the James Bulger murder, in fact the actual murder scenes are so close to what actually happened that day, from the CCTV scenes of the child being led away from the shopping centre, to the child being placed on the rail tracks, is a truly uncomfortable watch.

The film concerns Szymek and Czarek two boys who, on the last day of school make a decision that will change their lives forever, and ends that of a small child. One cares for his disabled father, and the other his infant brother, both under the intense pressure of the expectations placed upon them, and opportunity and boredom create the most perfect and terrible storm.

Let me tell you this, I have watched hundreds, maybe even thousands of violent films over the years, but this was by far, the most uncomfortable and disturbing film I have watched thus far.

It is a bleak and incredibly intimate portrait of a murder with a finale that will probably haunt me for a long time.

You do not see the violence up close, if at all, and I think in a way it is worse, because as we all know the imagination is far more scary than anything we can see on screen. There is no explanation, no consequences, and you are left with nothing other than the poingnace of a young life lost in a senseless act. Playground is a well made film, with a realism that grabs you and holds you by the throat and knocks you on your arse with a aggression and is hard to create, and hard to get over watching as a viewer.

It is a good film that I wouldn’t recommend to those who are easily upset or offended, but I can’t deny Bartosz M. Kowalski has a talent as a director and will go far. That being said, I won’t be watching Playground again because it is an experience I don’t want to repeat due to the content. The acting is excellent and you believe these characters are completely real, which is is incredible for such young talent, adding to the uncomfortable intensity of watching.

This film portrays the distance and disconnect that happens between family members, particularly between parents and children, and the ripple effect that can spread into the wider community.

If you think you have the stomach for it, this is an excellent example of arthouse cinema, but be warned, the content truly is not for the faint hearted.

As a disclaimer I would like to make it clear that I am not in anyway advocating for murderers or making light of what Venables and Thompson did to James Bulger, but I am an advocate for the right to fair trial, and how society must be aware of the manipulation of certain media organisations who are only interested in their own agenda.
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Final Girl (2015)

Fragile male masculinity is a trending topic right now. Lily Cole, a supermodel, actress, social and environmental activist, Cambridge graduate and all round celebrity type has recently been asked to be a creative partner for the celebrations marking the bicentennial of Emily Bronte’s birth, with the Parsonage Museum in West Yorkshire. Nick Holland, author of several books on the Bronte sisters and tantrum throwing sexist, has quit the Bronte Society citing Cole’s appointment as ‘’farce’’ completely disregarding the fact his point of contention has a double first in History of Art from one of the world’s top universities, and complaining that Bronte would have hated the appointment of a mere supermodel, diluting a multi faceted woman down to her nth point.

Firstly, Cole’s contribution to the project is a short film about Bronte’s most famous anti hero Heathcliffe, discussing gender politics, and the fact that it is also the one hundred year anniversary of women getting the vote. Who better to discuss such a subject than a scholar, and woman?

Secondly, I may not know much about Emily Bronte, but do know this. She was a woman, an icon for modern feminists, intelligent, and let’s face it; no woman who holds strong opinions, wants a man to presume to speak for her. Studying an author who represents some of the basic concepts of feminism and not being able to understand the irony of judging a woman on one job she held as a teenager, make you not only small minded and petty, but incredibly patronising and stupid for someone who feels qualified enough to make an assessment on the perceived intellect of others.

After all, the Bronte sisters had to write under male pseudonyms to even get published originally, because they were aware of the prejudice towards women in their own time, so it is doubtful that they would advocate it in ours. And let’s face it, a society celebrating the lives and works of three strong women, who bucked against the expectations of gender stereotypes, will be much better off without a bigot like Nick Holland.

Final Girl is about bucking the trends of gender stereotyping also, about underestimating a woman based on how she looks, and being schooled royally.

A group of high school boys in a small town are having a lot of fun luring pretty, young blondes into the woods, making a game of stripping down their defences with their gentlemanly charm, and then hunting them down like animals. Abigail Breslin, plays Veronica, a mysterious young girl who is sent to even the odds.

I really can’t sing this films praises enough. It’s clever, kitsch, and stylistically charming. It has a wonderful fifties vibe, that echoes films like Cry Baby and Heathers, while managing to be both original and deliciously entertaining.

Cinematically it has a beautifully retro yet dark colour pallet, with Veronica’s character being the only colourful part of the film, both literally and visually. And yes, while the plot is a little  underdeveloped, with many unanswered questions when it comes to Veronica’s background and the shadowy organisation that has groomed her into a coiffed Hit-Girl, but honestly, I enjoyed it’s tongue in cheek style so much that it papered over a lot of the cracks enough for me not to care.

That being said, it is a B Movie, and they are always polarising, so from the reactions I have seen to the film on the dark recesses of the horror fan forums, you will either gleefully watch it with tongue firmly against your inner cheek, or finger firmly pressed down on the off button; which, sadly is not something we have for small individuals such as the aforementioned Mr Holland.

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Long Weekend (1978)

When I think of Donald Trump I am reminded of the story of King Canute, sitting on his throne, or playing golf, trying to hold back the tide of reality and failing miserably.

Climate change is here. It’s been here, popping off for decades now, becoming more and more aggressive in its desire for science to be taken seriously.

We are told to recycle, to conserve water, to car share, to grow our own, to reduce food waste; all common sense behaviour  to the average person. Unfortunately, the average person is fighting a losing battle against the mega rich using private jets for a pop to the other side of the country for the weekend, corporations with the governments in their pockets who are breaking environmental laws, fracking with abandon and polluting land with carcinogenic pesticides and dumping their waste in vital water sources.

The fact that governments have been accusing scientists of tilting at windmills for decades instead of getting behind a force for real change is not surprising, but to the ordinary, woke citizen, it is hella frustrating.

Puerto Rico is in a state of emergency, the mayor of San Paolo this week BEGGED POTUS for help in saving the lives of its people, and he put his stubby little fingers to the touchscreen of his phone only to insult her and call the American public who are dying, lazy;  promptly taking his fat, orange entitled ass to play golf again.

You have to have a healthy respect for nature, if only to preserve ourselves, but sadly those in power are making me question whether the human species deserves to be saved. Donald Trump seems like a bad science experiment gone wrong, a blip in the evolutionary scale, and nature is fighting back.

A President with so much power, yet lacking empathy, intellect and humility, who people actually voted to elect, is the most unnatural of disasters.

Long Weekend is the story of a sniping couple on their last ditch attempt at saving their marriage, with a weekend away camping. Not the best plan I know. I mean, camping?

Showing a complete contempt not only for each other but their beautiful surroundings, they leave a path of destruction wherever they go. Littering, cutting down trees, shooting randomly at the wildlife, and destroying bird’s eggs, they have well and truly woken the dark side of nature.

Let me start by saying this; you will not be rooting for these characters from the moment they open their mouths. Selfish, sniping, whining, self-absorbed, and just the sort of people that make me glad to be single. At times it feels more like a melodrama with all the tension and dramatic revelations,  and you find yourself willing something bad to happen to them, just to make them Shut. Up.

There is an immediacy to it that is without doubt unsettling, but the slow creeping terror of the threat, became too slow for me at times, and I felt the screenplay lacked a realism in the reactions of the characters.

Long Weekend is well crafted, with a magical setting that becomes a protagonist of its very own, and it is certainly a great Australian horror; but sadly lacked the suspense to draw me in to the story that unfolded, despite some decent animal effects and fabulous cinematography.

By all means watch it, as I seem to be in the minority who found it somewhat dull for a horror film, but I prefer my outback horror to be less soap opera and more Phantom of the Opera.

Whatever you do, definitely give the 2008 remake a huge swerve. Truly the best advice a girl can give you.

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Gaslight (1940)

In 1938 Patrick Hamilton wrote a play that would become so part of the zeitgeist that, the term ‘’gaslighting’’ directly originates from this work, and is used in clinical and mental health research papers.

The term refers to a form of psychological abuse that manifests itself when a purportrator uses techniques to question their own ability to make their own choices, their very sanity, by chipping away at their confidence, making them feel like their concerns are mere paranoia or an overactive imagination. It is insidious, cruel, and  often a slow, drip of abuse of trust that completely destroys a person’s self esteem and forces them to reply heavier on their abuser.

Once you learn to recognise the signs, examples of gaslighting are rife in modern society, from the media, politics, and of course in intimate relationships.          

Donald Trump’s election campaign was a masterclass in gaslighting; from the  constant drip feed of Hilary Clinton’s name used in a derogatory way, using xenophobia and racist stereotypes as a way to spread fear, hunkering down like King Canute against the tide of truths about his (let’s face it) vile character and exposure of his lies, using the voters deepest fears and prejudices against them, while deflecting any and all accusations of his inability to even run a business, never mind a country, and using it to his advantage by pretending to be  Joe Everyman.

He actually found a way to spin his constant stream of nonsensical lies into accusations of media bias against him, and unfortunately a LOT of people ate it up like dog’s eating  vomit.

Other examples of it include blaming African Americans for police racism, making you believe poor Mexican immigrants are to blame for the fact you aren’t rich, and trying to paint every Syrian refugee as a potential terrorist.

During the UK elections the voters were gaslighted with Murdoch owned press and Tory Besties BBC News constantly insinuating that Jeremy Corbyn was a terrorist sympathiser, giving him less airtime than the Conservatives, editing down footage of his speeches where he sounded very capable as a politician, and conveniently not reporting on the record crowds that were travelling from all over the country to see him. All the while May Bot and her hapless Tory spin doctors were actually arms dealing their way to being terrorist adjacent, drawing no crowds, and stealing policies from Satan himself; but the media and the millionaires that did not want a Prime Minister who wouldn’t kiss the ring, and let them keep their offshore tax havens, were definitely on the side of Conservatives.

The best thing to do to find truth in the sea of lies, is to read the same stories from different sources to see how they differ, use independent grassroots media, take the emotional words out of speeches and statements and see it’s real message, and pay attention to what the media is NOT saying; because trust me, the main guys talk themselves blue in the face without saying an AWFUL lot.

Ironically the big screen debut of Gaslight was a kind of a victim of the practice itself. It was sadly overshadowed by the star studded Ingrid Bergman version four years later;  as upon its release MGM studios tried to erase it’s very existence by attempting to destroy all evidence and negatives of its predecessor. Fortunately, the director Throrold Dickinson had the foresight to stash away his own copy, therefore allowing future generations to make their own minds up about who made the better adaption.

For the record, the 1940 version is the definite winner in my eyes. It has an atmosphere and immediacy that the Hollywood version is lacking, and though Bergman is always captivating, Diana Wynyard brings a haunted fragility that cannot be replicated, and in short, is spellbinding.

Darker, grittier, with less humour than the remake, the original Gaslight is a masterpiece in psychological horror, that the glamour of Hollywood can’t hold a flickering candle to.

However, that’s just my opinion. Go, watch both and make your own mind up, I would hate to be accused of manipulation …

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