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10/16/14 (Part One): A Haunting We Will Go

06 Thursday Nov 2014

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1960s cinema, 31 Days of Halloween, based on a book, black and white film, cinema, Claire Bloom, film reviews, films, ghosts, haunted house, haunted houses, Hill House, horror movies, Jan de Bont, Julie Harris, Lois Maxwell, Movies, opening narrator, paranormal investigators, poltergeists, repressed sexuality, Richard Johnson, Robert Wise, Rosalie Crutchley, Russ Tamblyn, Shirley Jackson, The Day The Earth Stood Still, The Haunting, The Haunting of Hill House, The Sound of Music, Valentine Dyall, voice-over narration, West Side Story

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Long held as one of the greatest haunted house stories ever, Shirley Jackson’s classic novel, The Haunting of Hill House, is a masterpiece of mood, a subtle examination of the very nature of fear that relies more on unsettling impressions than outright scares. It’s a treatise, in a way, on the manner in which all humans are, to a greater or lesser extent, “haunted” by their own pasts, powerless to resist the myriad phantoms and specters of the mind. It’s a book in which the suffocating atmosphere of fear is strong. even if very little appears to actually happen before our eyes…as the best writers and filmmakers have always known, what takes place in our minds is infinitely more terrifying than anything physical we can be shown. When given the option, our imaginations will always find new and unique ways to put the screws to us.

Robert Wise’s The Haunting (1963) stands as the first and, arguably, best adaptation of Jackson’s book, standing head and shoulders above the far sillier CGI extravaganza that was Jan de Bont’s 1999 version. As befits the source material, Wise’s film is a subtle, low-key affair that relies heavily on sound design and an outstandingly creepy location to make its point: despite featuring a number of highly effective setpieces, The Haunting is anything but a typical thrill ride. Despite possessing a surplus of atmosphere, however, Wise’s version of the material is almost sunk by an unnecessary, constant and rather irritating voice-over narration, courtesy of lead and focal point Julie Harris: her take on Eleanor is often more of a chore than a blessing, leaving the rest of the cast and atmosphere to do all the heavy lifting. Due to this issue, Wise’s version of The Haunting ends up being sporadically entertaining, a film that I can honestly say I respect more than actually like.

Hewing close to the source material, Wise’s film begins with a short discussion of the origins of Hill House, which features the frankly awesome proclamation that “whatever walked at Hill House walked alone.” We’re then introduced to our industrious cast: the kindly, inquisitive Dr. Markway (Richard Johnson), who heads up the paranormal investigation into Hill House; Eleanor (Julie Harris), the ridiculously high-strung member of Markway’s group who once experienced poltergeist activity; Theodora (Claire Bloom), the relentlessly nasty ESP expert who bullies Eleanor as if her life depended on it and Luke (Russ Tamblyn), nephew to the house’s elderly owner and along as a representative, of sorts.

Once the crew of ghost-hunters get to Hill House, things begin to proceed in ways that should be immediately familiar to anyone who’s ever read or seen anything relating to haunted houses: things seem to move out of the corner of one’s eye, strange noises abound and the house is full of inexplicable cold spots. These subtle moments end up being the film’s greatest asset: Wise is able to wring maximum impact out of scenes that feature nothing so much as an incessant banging, similar to how Paranormal Activity (2007) gets so much mileage out of opening doors and slamming cupboards. As the group continues to investigate the phenomena, it becomes abundantly clear that much of the spectral activity seems to center around Eleanor: her agitated state of mind and extreme neurosis appears to be giving the house and its “inhabitants” a nice little jolt of pure paranormal power. When Dr. Markway’s disapproving wife, Grace (Lois Maxwell) shows up at the house, uninvited, she inadvertently sets off a chain of events that will ultimately prove the old adage “There are some places people just shouldn’t poke around in.”

For the most part, The Haunting is an extremely well-made, subtle and effective film. Wise, a Hollywood veteran of such iconic films as The Day The Earth Stood Still (1951), The Sound of Music (1965) and West Side Story (1961), is an assured hand behind the scenes, keeping the tension high and the atmosphere thick. The house, itself, is a fantastically creepy affair: the actual haunted house is one of the most crucial aspects of any haunted house story and Wise’s depiction of Hill House is a real showstopper. The film also features several nicely realized setpieces, including the iconic scene where Eleanor thinks that Theo is holding her hand when, in fact, the other woman is actually all the way across the room: who, then, was holding Eleanor’s hand? It’s a truly great, scary moment, the kind of intelligent fright that we just don’t get enough of in modern horror films.

With so many things in its favor, then, why do I find myself so lukewarm regarding The Haunting? I’ve always had an affinity for subtle, “old-fashioned” horror films and haunted house stories are some of my all-time favorites (Shirley Jackson’s original novel was a staple in my childhood reading list). Due to these factors, The Haunted should be one massive home-run from start to finish. The main issue with the film, unfortunately, becomes Eleanor’s highly unnecessary voice-over narration. Harris’ portrayal of Eleanor is already a bit problematic, since she approaches it in the same way that Nicholson approached his version of Jack Torrance: she already seems unhinged when the film begins, leaving precious little breathing space before she’s full-on bat-shit nuts. On top of this, Wise pours on some thoroughly unnecessary voice-overs that find Eleanor waxing mundane about any number of subjects: there are times when her voice-overs approach the likes of “I think I’ll walk over here and see what’s going on before I walk over there and see what’s going on,” which becomes especially torturous when repeated ad nauseam.

I can’t recall how many times I was wrapped-up in the film only to have one of Eleanor’s stupid voice-overs haul me kicking and screaming back into reality. When a film’s entire impact is derived from its atmosphere, any attempt to wreck that mood is not only questionable but completely mind-boggling. To make matters even worse, the character of Eleanor becomes almost the entire focus of Wise’s film: getting stuck with an unlikable character is one thing…getting stuck with an unlikable protagonist for the entirety of a film is a whole other ball of wax, entirely.

Ultimately, I wanted to like The Haunting much more than I actually did. The atmosphere and mood are nicely realized, the location is great and the reliance on subtle chills versus overt shocks is always appreciated. Despite these pluses, however, I found myself constantly irritated by Harris’ performance (although, to be fair, I also found Claire Bloom’s Theo to be a thoroughly ridiculous character, such an unrepentant bully as to be one “Ha ha” away from a Nelson Muntz) and the unnecessary use of voice-over narration to spoon-feed information in the most obvious of ways. While I can state, unequivocally,  that Wise’s version is miles above de Bont’s, I can’t help but hope to one day see a version that gives Jackson’s source material the respect it deserves. As it stands, however, The Haunting is a decent, if flawed effort, full of rich atmosphere but nearly scuttled by a tedious lead performance that makes the film a bit of a chore to get through.

5/14/14: Better Call Casper

06 Friday Jun 2014

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Aaron Goodwin, Destination: Truth, documentaries, documentary, EVP readings, Ghost Adventures, ghost hunters, Gold Hill Hotel, Goldfield Hotel, Goldfield Nevada, haunted hotels, haunted sites, Nick Groff, paranormal investigators, poltergeists, Travel Channel series, TV shows, Virginia City Nevada, Washoe Club, Zak Bagans

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I’m a firm believer in the paranormal, the supernatural and cryptozoology, although I also like to think that I’m not a complete idiot: an idiot, yes, but complete? Not a chance. I’ve always been fascinated by these subjects and have had enough personal experiences to feel that my believe isn’t completely unreasonable. After all, you may have never seen a platypus but that doesn’t make them any less real, does it? And don’t even get me started on ghost platypi!

As someone who actually believes in the paranormal, I have a tendency to watch shows like Ghost Hunters and Destination: Truth with a grain of salt: I always hope to see something interesting, although I don’t actually expect to see anything “real,” if that makes sense. The very nature of “ghost hunting” — sitting around in dark, abandoned places with terrible histories — makes it impossibly easy for adventurers to freak themselves out, winding each other up into a giddy frenzy that rivals pre-teen slumber parties. After all, who among us wouldn’t imagine a moving shadow (if not much worse) if they were exploring an old, abandoned mine by flashlight? It’s all relative, especially since most of the these shows follow pretty similar formats: locate a good site; do research; head down after dark; take EVP (electronic voice phenomena) readings, set motion sensor cameras; try to “speak” to the spirits; get freaked out by “something;” head back and examine the footage in the cold light of day. Nine times out of ten, the only thing that I hope to get from shows like this are the opportunity to see some really cool locations and, just maybe, see something that’s difficult to explain away.

As compared to something like Destination: Truth (which I really like, mostly because I think Josh Gates seems like a pretty cool dude), Zak Bagan’s Ghost Adventures (2004) comes up pretty short. Although I’ve never seen the TV show, I did watch the full-length documentary that, apparently, inspired the TV show: if the actual series is anything like the source material, I’m not missing much. Unlike Josh Gates’ more laid-back, sarcastic approach, Zak is all vein-popping intensity – there’s no doubt that he believes it, man, but he believes it so much that my head started to hurt. Coupled with a pair of fairly forgettable associates (Aaron Goodwin and Nick Groff), Zak’s contribution to the paranormal investigation field tends to have all of the weight of bad public-access show. That being said, there were a few things that prevented Ghost Adventures from being a complete waste.

For one thing, the show features some genuinely creepy locations. Although I wasn’t particularly impressed by their visit to the Gold Hill Hotel, in Virginia City, Nevada, I must admit to finding their visit to the supposedly haunted Washoe Club to be quite intriguing. The architecture of the club’s 2nd and 3rd floors (supposedly the location of most sightings) is very strange and somehow “off,” lending the place a genuinely weird vibe. I’m not sure if there are ghosts up there by I wouldn’t be surprised if something weird was going on. The Goldfield Hotel, where Zak and his crew finish up the show, ends up being pretty damn awesome, if I do say so: I’d love to have the opportunity to wander around that property, especially with the kind of access that the Ghost Adventures guys have. Were Ghost Adventures a silent film that only featured the Goldfield, I would probably love it. As it is, having great locations really helps glide over some of the show’s rougher aspects.

The other thing that gave Ghost Adventures some value was that the hosts actually seemed to come across some unexplained phenomena. In one situation, a brick appears to be thrown across the room whereas, in other one, a shadow moves across the frame. Despite their best attempts, there really aren’t obvious answers for either incident (other than outright chicanery) and they’re decidedly unnerving. Although I’m inclined to believe that they were fabricated, I’m not really sure how, which lends them a veneer of credibility (no matter how thin). This is in contrast, by the way, to other incidents where our amped-up ghost hunters positively swear that they’ve experienced something and I resolutely call bullshit: these other incidents seem way too vague and easily misinterpreted, whereas there’s just no way to misinterpret a brick being thrown across a room. The brick-throwing either had to be physically faked or else was genuinely unexplained: despite my cynicism about these guys, I’m inclined to believe that something weird happened. At any rate, this actually gave me a little pause for thought, which is always fun for someone like me.

Ultimately, Ghost Adventures is a pretty weak film The camera-work is, not surprisingly, pretty rough (not much you can do with night-vision footage, after all) but what is surprising is how terrible the camera positioning and angles end up being. I’m not sure what the point is of filming normal objects from the bizarre low-angle that gets used to overuse here but it’s needlessly distracting. As mentioned, Zak is a pretty uncharismatic host, alternating between jumping at every little noise and picking fights with “witnesses” for withholding information. More importantly, he just doesn’t seem to have much authority. When I watch one of Anthony Bourdain’s shows, I tend to believe in his knowledge of the subject; when I watch an episode of Destination: Truth, I buy that Gates and gang know what they’re doing. Throughout the (short) entirety of Ghost Adventures, I never really got the impression that Zak, Aaron and Nick were any better at this than any of us would be. When the film opened with a pompous voice-over, by Zak, that reference Ralph Waldo Emerson, the tone was pretty much set.

As someone who dearly loves both ghost stories and creepy, old, abandoned places, I’ll never stop flocking to shows/films like Ghost Adventures. As someone who tends to turn a fairly critical eye on everything I watch, however, I simply can’t give a pass to something just because I enjoy the general subject matter. Suffice to say that I won’t be making any special effort to check out actual episodes of the show. I don’t admitting something, however: the Goldfield Hotel looks like one mean mother of a place and I sure wouldn’t mind poking around there after hours with a flashlight, a camera and a clean pair of underpants.

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