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Wednesday, 14 June 2023

Prime Time: Bats (2021)

If co-directors Scott Jeffrey and Rebecca Matthews ever read this review then they may go through a bit of a rollercoaster ride as I discuss their movie. Because Bats is bad, I cannot dance around that fact, but it is bad in ways that put it ahead of many other low-budget British horror movies released in the last decade or so. I wasn’t going to review it, not wanting to dump on a film that at least tried to do something a bit different, but then I decided that it was only fair to show how much difference it can make to watch something that feels as if those making it were actually making some effort, as opposed to something like Deinfluencer (which I highlighted as a stinker last week).

Things start with some young folk having sexy times in an abandoned house. It isn’t long until they are endangered by a big bat type creature, which is a mutated, humanoid, monster that had been living in the upper areas of the house for some time. The mutation was probably caused by a nearby nuclear plant meltdown, ironic with the house being based in Nosferatu Village (not a joke, that is the name of the place). We then join some other people, a family processing a number of big changes in their lives, as they head to that same house, which is actually their family home.

There are so many decisions made here that seem odd, yet also understandable. The film is apparently set in the mid-1980s, something that isn’t really used in the plot, but perhaps allows the film-makers to be able to avoid things like mobile phones and other useful modern gadgets. It’s also meant to star a bunch of Americans, I think, but the accents veer around in all different directions. I assume this is to help make the movie a bit easier to market, in theory, but all it does is have Americans wonder why their accents are being mangled while Brits wonder, well, why accents are being mangled.

Scott Jeffrey wrote the script, alongside his co-directing duties, and that’s also a mess, as you might have guessed already. But it’s a mess that at least comes close to having some more interesting moments here and there. The film-makers ultimately fumble the execution of the material, but it’s admirable to see them try adding weight to what could have been just a standard, cheap ‘n’ lazy, monster movie.

While I wouldn’t always think to namecheck the makeup department, Stephanie Harrison (assisted by Charlotte Wright and Jamie McGee) does well in trying to bring the vision of the directors to the screen. The main creature might have been more effective if kept in the shadows, but fair play to everyone involved for deciding to show off their work instead. And there’s a surprisingly decent gore gag that shows the painful effects of being the target of the bat’s “vocal weaponry”.

As for the cast, I am not going to list everyone here. Most of them failed to impress me, and I am not writing this to just sling some insults their way, but Megan Purvis is a big plus for the film, and does a great job in the lead role, accent notwithstanding. I have seen Purvis in one or two other movies, and it was her name heading up the cast list here that made me consider this for my viewing schedule this week. People need to start making better use of her talent, because she’s been much better than most of the movies she has starred in over the past few years.

Is Bats good? No. Is it at least schlocky fun? Also no. It’s not necessarily trying to be though, and that is why I ultimately feel more positive about it than I would about any of the hundreds of cheap cash-ins that would have taken this title and gone for the easier options. While it doesn’t really work, Bats tries to be a solid horror with some psychological drama, and commentary on grief and what it takes to move past that. Once the weaker supporting characters are out of the picture, leaving the film to focus mainly on Purvis and a large bat stalking her, it improves immensely. Not enough to be considered a good film, but enough to be considered as something not actually that bad.

4/10

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Thursday, 3 March 2022

Medusa (2021)

AKA Medusa: Queen Of The Serpents.

I ended up watching two movies last week that had the name "Medusa" in the title, with the other one being the excellent Black Medusa. I'd seen the trailer for this film and it didn't look great, but it looked like I might be able to enjoy how ridiculous it was. A feature directorial debut from Matthew B.C. and a script co-written with Scott Jeffrey, one of the writers of the appalling Mother Krampus, things did not bode well for my viewing of this. I am happy to say that I was very wrong. Although the cynic in me could still hang on to the thought that this all came together as a very happy accident, Medusa is actually a surprisingly strong little drama, for the most part, with the fantastical element running under the whole thing until things come to a (snake-covered?) head in the final scenes.

Megan Purvis plays Carly, a young woman who thought she could leave her old life behind. She thought she was moving on to better things. That wasn't to be. So she's back under the wings of Jimmy (Thomas Beatty) and Val (Nicola Wright), two people who effectively acts as pimps between them, and she will end up encountering a number of unsavoury men. She might also turn once again to drugs, which provide n escape from a pretty miserable existence. But things take a strange turn when Carly is bitten by a snake.

The myth of Medusa is an extremely potent one, and it's one that can be viewed in a way that shows her as a seriously wronged woman rightfully full of rage. Once viewed as a monster, perhaps it can be valid to view her as a victim, a powerful female lashing out at the people who failed to consider her wants and needs. It's certainly this idea that permeates Medusa, despite the title and trailer hinting at something much more schlocky and lazily put together.

Purvis is good in the main role. Whether seeing her skin start to transform and shed or encountering men that she would much rather stay far away from, she remains believable at all times. It gets a bit trickier for her when there is more make up involved, but she resists the urge to go completely over the top. Beatty is great, playing someone very easy to dislike, and Wright does decent work, despite not being onscreen for all that long. Sarah T. Cohen is Carly's friend, Simone, and she's another one who does well, as does Jamila Wingett, in a small, but vital, role (Alexis) that could have so easily been overplayed and laughable.

B.C. and Jeffrey do the best with what they have. Considering the approach normally taken by Jeffrey, and by Jagged Edge Productions (the company behind this), it's a minor miracle that we have ended up with something this good. Much like some other British film companies that have sprung up lately, the motto seems to be "make 'em quick and cheap, and lots of them", as you can see from their recent slew of releases, as well as the busy filmographies of Purvis and co. This manages not to feel like it was made that way. It's an interesting character piece that happens to have a supernatural heart to it. Weak opening sequence aside, it's a film that goes from strength to strength.

Kudos to everyone involved. I may be a bit too generous here, perhaps overdoing the praise because of how much it surpassed my low expectations, but credit where credit is due. This deserves 87 minutes of your time, as long as you realise that it's not a SyFy-level, or worse, cheesefest. It's surprisingly powerful stuff.

7/10

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