Showing posts with label Peter Cushing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peter Cushing. Show all posts

Tuesday, 22 April 2025

Dracula (aka Horror of Dracula).

Dir: Terence Fisher. Cast: Peter Cushing, Michael Gough, Melissa Stribling, Christopher Lee, Carol Marsh, John Van Eyssen, Valerie Gaunt, Olga Dickie & Janina Faye. 1958


Revisiting the 2012 Hammer Films restoration of Dracula, which includes additional footage from its initial Japanese/Eastern European release, I was reminded of how Jimmy Sangster’s script streamlines what’s found in the source novel, and keeps the proceedings fresh and unpredictable for viewers familiar with author Bram Stoker’s most famous work, and from earlier screen adaptations. 


Sangster’s script also nicely deals with (or eliminates) several moments that, even by the late 1950s, had become vampire/horror movie cliches, such as the coachman refusing to take Jonathan Harker (John Van Eyssen) all the way to Castle Dracula, the arrogant sneering at local traditions found in most other iterations of the story, and Dracula’s (Christopher Lee) barely contained, bug-eyed hunger at the sight of Harker cutting his finger. Even the fascinating, but difficult to convey without camp, character of Renfield is nowhere to be seen. It's apparent that Hammer had something very serious on its mind here.  


And although it’s been written about ad nauseam, the emphasis, for the first time, on the eroticism inherent in the Dracula story is (in)famously clear and present. 


On the latter note, something interesting I picked up on this time, whether it was intentional or not, is that, as Count Dracula makes his way to Harker to feed upon him, Dracula seems positioned as a sexual predator rather than as a creature solely intent on blood. To drive the point home, the scene ends with a fade to black, a transition that was frequently used to indicate a sexual moment that, based on era-specific sensibilities, the filmmakers would be unable to show on screen. 


Later, as Doctor Van Helsing (Peter Cushing) searches Castle Dracula for his companion, Harker, he makes his way into Dracula’s bed chamber. There, we’re shown the corpse of the Count’s recently staked “bride” as well as, in another nearby coffin, the dormant and now vampiric Jonathan Harker. It’s as if Harker has replaced Dracula’s bride as bedroom companion. Again, it’s hard not to read this in some sort of sexual context. 


Dracula was the second pairing of Cushing and Lee after The Curse of Frankenstein, the previous year’s box office hit for Hammer. The duo's continued shared screen appearances would become one of the hallmarks of what would be known as Hammer Horror


Here, Cushing gives us a more contemporary take on Van Helsing than we’re used to. He’s solid, caring, and well versed in both science and superstition. His Van Helsing is a man of both compassion and action.


As for Lee… With all apologies to the great Bela Lugosi, who truly established the way that we see and understand Count Dracula, Christopher Lee has always been my favourite incarnation of the Count. Watching again, I was struck by the way Lee’s Dracula is so matter of fact as opposed to coy or arch, the speedy and agile manner in which he ascends and descends Castle Dracula’s main staircase, and the way he turns absolutely feral when his anger or feeding instincts are aroused. 


In fact, it's one of the great moments in horror cinema the first time we see Lee as an enraged vampire. We've previously met him as a debonair and somewhat aloof nobleman, but here, we're wrapped up in a hurried conversation between Harker and the "Vampire Woman" (Carol Marsh), who is begging Harker to take her away from Castle Dracula. 


Suddenly, in a shock cut, we find that Dracula has returned from feeding, and he's not having any of it. In light of our earlier introduction to the Count, we’re not prepared for the sight of the red-eyed, bloody-mouthed monster, shot in medium close up, and accompanied by the clash of cymbals on the soundtrack. It is perhaps the most effective introduction of the Count as vampire in cinema history. Perhaps the same can be said for the film itself. Dracula, or Horror of Dracula, is a bonafide classic.


Monday, 30 August 2021

More Favourite Horror Flicks, Alphabetically: Tales from the Crypt


Tales from the Crypt


Dir: Freddie Francis. Cast: Joan Collins, Peter Cushing, Ian Hendry, Partick Magee, Ralph Richardson. 1972.

While Hammer Films was transplanting their gothic horrors to modern day settings in the late 1960s and early to mid-1970s, amping up the nudity and violence, and adding doses of tongue in cheek humour, their fellow UK horror specialists Amicus Productions was making a name for itself by focusing on anthology horror films such as The Vault of HorrorAsylum and From Beyond the Grave, among others. And while personal favourites may vary, Tales from the Crypt is readily mine. 


Taking its name and stories from classic EC comics, as did Vault of Horror a year later, Tales from the Crypt sees five people who, on impulse, decide to tour nearby catacombs in order to kill time. Once in, the Crypt Keeper tells each a story highlighting his or her misdeeds. 


The second story - Reflection of Death - is the weakest of the five tales, but it’s entertaining nonetheless, and for my money, the other four stories are as good as this stuff gets. Gruesome and ghoulish, Tales from the Crypt is thoroughly entertaining and utterly satisfying.


Thursday, 24 October 2013

This Image is Disgusting and Shouldn’t Be Posted

As a movie fanatic, and particularly as a cult movie fanatic, I post on Facebook every time I watch something so that I can get feedback from other cult movie fans. These posts always include either the movie poster or the DVD cover art.

Last night I re-watched Robert Hartford-Davis’ 1968 sleaze fest Corruption. The new cover art from Grindhouse Releasing accurately reflects the movie. It’s a toned down version of the art included inside the Blu-Ray package. The cover version, pictured here, features a deranged Peter Cushing with a straight razor at the throat of a female victim with the leering image of his (in-film) wife looming in the background. In a plot device that could only exist in the wild world of exploitation (or the rarified world of international arthouse sensations; see Georges Franju’s Les yeux sans visage), Cushing is in search of pituitary glands to ensure the success of his wife’s facial reconstruction surgery. The film is silly, sleazy, and extremely entertaining for fans of sleaze cinema.

So, the day after viewing Corruption, I posted the following:

Last night’s viewing: Robert Hartford-Davis’ CORRUPTION via Grindhouse Releasing’s perfect new Blu.



After a few positive comments from cult movies fans (all male), a friend who was formerly a key staff member of the provincial Advisory Council on the Status of Women, and a friend whose opinion I respect, commented, stating, “This image is disgusting and shouldn’t be posted”.

Reading the comment, it felt like the bottom of my stomach had dropped out. I knew my friend was commenting from a feminist perspective, and I consider myself feminist too. I responded by saying, and I’m paraphrasing here, that I respected my friend’s opinion, I’d delete the post (I did), but that I thought she was seeing only one thing here. Then, of course, I began to ponder the matter.

Was I only seeing one thing here? The answer is an unqualified yes. The fact of what was in the lower half of the cover art didn’t cross my mind. I was focused on the post and not the image which I’d sort of accepted as just an, I don’t know… accouterment.

I love horror movies, but I abhor real violence. I don’t believe that imaginary violence causes real violence, but I do believe that how we discuss and joke about groups and individuals that have any kind of difference from ourselves creates an overall belief system about others that can have a real life, negative effect.

As a horror fan, I accept the Blu-Ray cover art as part of the language of horror, and in this case, I didn’t spend much time considering the gender of the players involved. Admittedly, I don’t mind ruffling a few feathers. Sometimes I enjoy it. In fact, I like to be offended myself sometimes. Why is that? Because it forces me to take a step back and say, “Why do I find that offensive?” It’s a chance to understand myself better, and I make it a practice to do this every time I feel offended. To me, it’s something worth analyzing, even if the answer seems obvious; it isn’t always.

But I don’t believe in promoting hate. In all honestly, whether this means I’m a prime candidate for that dubious thing known as sensitivity training, or whether I’m right, I don’t believe that’s what I was doing by posting that image.

Perhaps its simply a question of venue, and Facebook may not be the place to post these kind of things, but I want to be able to connect with fellow horror fans from around the world there. And so that’s what I’m doing here. I’m posting a link to this piece on Facebook, and I’m tagging a few people specifically – most of them women - because I want to hear what they have to say about this issue in general, but not the Corruption cover in particular. You up for it? Let’s have a levelheaded, respectful dialogue about it.