Although Hammer are well known, and celebrated, for their crimson-filled reworking of the archetypal icons of the horror genre, they had quite a bit of variety in their output. There were the TV shows being moved to the big screen (but a lot less people are in a rush to revisit the likes of On The Buses), epic fantasy films made on less-than-epic budgets, and wonderfully strange attempts to deliver interesting psychological horrors (the disappointing Demons Of The Mind and enjoyably bizarre Straight On Till Morning being the most memorable examples). And there were the thrillers, which I believe actually outnumber their horror movies when you add every film up that made the total output from the studio (the classic incarnation anyway, as it were).
Which brings us to The Snorkel, a thriller from the studio that I had previously never heard of, and one that will hopefully be (re)discovered by film fans nowadays, and given some of the love that it deserves. Not only is this an enjoyable thriller, it's beautifully simplistic in the cleverness of the central conceit, providing a killer with a modus operandi so fiendish that it allows him to be more brazen and arrogant than most killers while authorities understandably never put two and two together.
Peter van Eyck is Paul Decker, and we first see him turning on a lot of gas pipes and then hiding under some floorboards, all the while wearing a snorkel. This leads to the death of his wife, who was the mother to young Candy (Mandy Miller). Candy is convinced that her stepfather is responsible, despite him being out of the country at the time (he also manages to get his passport stamped, which provides him with quite a solid alibi), because she has always insisted that he already killed her father years ago. As the film unfolds, Candy determines to prove how it was possible that her mother's apparent suicide was actually the work of a murderer. Meanwhile, she also has to keep herself safe from Paul.
Based on a story by Anthony Dawson, The Snorkel rattles along at a fair pace, thanks to the solid direction from Guy Green and a wonderful script from Peter Myers and Jimmy Sangster. Unlike some of their other thrillers, this has no ambiguity, no attempt to cover the central mystery with a cloak of potential supernatural spookiness. Viewers see the killer at work, we're on the side of Candy from the very beginning, despite nobody else believing her. This is what makes the film work so well, seeing the two leads interact and push one another in their conversations.
Van Eyck is very good in his role, able to charm others around him while always ready to glower at the young lady who knows his secret, and Miller is very capable in the role of the plucky girl who starts to piece together a very strange picture. Although essentially a two-hander, certainly in the best moments, there are enjoyable supporting turns from Betta St. John (a woman who helps to care for Candy) and Grégoire Aslan (the Inspector who needs some proof before he can investigate the death as a crime).
If you think you're familiar with most of the output from Hammer then may I recommend you start diving deeper, and The Snorkel is as good a place to start as any, ironically enough.
8/10
The Snorkel is part of this superb set (which is region free).
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Thursday, 3 January 2019
The Snorkel (1958)
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Monday, 17 March 2014
Horror Hotel AKA The City Of The Dead (1960)
With atmosphere practically dripping from every frame, Horror Hotel (AKA The City Of The Dead, apparently) is yet another little gem of a movie ripe for rediscovery by horror fans.
It all starts with a witch named Elizabeth Selwyn (Patricia Jessel) being burnt at the stake. This happened a long, long time ago and is now a macabre tale being told by Alan Driscoll (Christopher Lee) to a class full of his students. Not everyone takes the tale all that seriously, but young Nan Barlow (Venetia Stevenson) does. In fact, she wants to visit the site of the alleged witch activity, a small village named Whitewood, and rack up some extra credits for a paper that she's working on. Taking the advice of Driscoll, Nan goes to Whitewood and seeks a room at the hotel run by Mrs Newless . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ignorant of the fact that Mrs Newless looks a LOT like the witchy Elizabeth Selwyn. Things don't look good for Nan.
Don't come to this film looking for logic, because you won't find it. The screenplay by George Baxt, and direction by John Llewellyn Moxey, keep focus on one thing and one thing only. Atmosphere. I don't think I'd be going too far by saying that Horror Hotel is one of the most atmospheric, low-budget movies I can think of, with the exception of Carnival Of Souls.
When Nan Barlow first arrives in Whitewood it quickly becomes clear that the film is a languid nightmare, practically overflowing with dry ice in every "outdoor" sequence. The characters around her help to reinforce that feeling, with people stopping to turn and stare at the interloper, and Jessel being wonderfully evil in her role, even though she doesn't really DO much at all in the first half of the movie.
The cast may not be at the top of their game but, with Jessel and Lee underpinning the whole thing, it's not that bad. Again, this is due to the film being all about the atmosphere. Stevenson is good enough in her role, all wide-eyed naivete and vulnerability, while Dennis Lotis, Tom Naylor and Betta St. John are all decidedly average as the people heading after her, and setting out, unwittingly, to uncover the darkness at the heart of Whitewood. Norman Macowan is a lot of fun as the reverend speaking of doom and gloom.
Available in its entirety on YouTube, I encourage viewers to at least give this a watch. If you like it then please try to seek out a decent DVD to purchase. And, if you have any shopping tips, feel free to comment below and let us all know.
7/10
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It all starts with a witch named Elizabeth Selwyn (Patricia Jessel) being burnt at the stake. This happened a long, long time ago and is now a macabre tale being told by Alan Driscoll (Christopher Lee) to a class full of his students. Not everyone takes the tale all that seriously, but young Nan Barlow (Venetia Stevenson) does. In fact, she wants to visit the site of the alleged witch activity, a small village named Whitewood, and rack up some extra credits for a paper that she's working on. Taking the advice of Driscoll, Nan goes to Whitewood and seeks a room at the hotel run by Mrs Newless . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ignorant of the fact that Mrs Newless looks a LOT like the witchy Elizabeth Selwyn. Things don't look good for Nan.
Don't come to this film looking for logic, because you won't find it. The screenplay by George Baxt, and direction by John Llewellyn Moxey, keep focus on one thing and one thing only. Atmosphere. I don't think I'd be going too far by saying that Horror Hotel is one of the most atmospheric, low-budget movies I can think of, with the exception of Carnival Of Souls.
When Nan Barlow first arrives in Whitewood it quickly becomes clear that the film is a languid nightmare, practically overflowing with dry ice in every "outdoor" sequence. The characters around her help to reinforce that feeling, with people stopping to turn and stare at the interloper, and Jessel being wonderfully evil in her role, even though she doesn't really DO much at all in the first half of the movie.
The cast may not be at the top of their game but, with Jessel and Lee underpinning the whole thing, it's not that bad. Again, this is due to the film being all about the atmosphere. Stevenson is good enough in her role, all wide-eyed naivete and vulnerability, while Dennis Lotis, Tom Naylor and Betta St. John are all decidedly average as the people heading after her, and setting out, unwittingly, to uncover the darkness at the heart of Whitewood. Norman Macowan is a lot of fun as the reverend speaking of doom and gloom.
Available in its entirety on YouTube, I encourage viewers to at least give this a watch. If you like it then please try to seek out a decent DVD to purchase. And, if you have any shopping tips, feel free to comment below and let us all know.
7/10
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It also costs nothing to like/subscribe to the YouTube channel attached to the podcast I am part of - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCErkxBO0xds5qd_rhjFgDmA
Or you may have a couple of quid to throw at me, in Ko-fi form - https://ko-fi.com/kevinmatthews
Or Amazon is nice at this time of year - https://www.amazon.co.uk/hz/wishlist/ls/Y1ZUCB13HLJD?ref_=wl_share
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