57*. HALLUCINATIONS OF A DERANGED MIND (1978)

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“…there’s this spiritist center in Bahia that summons an Exu, or Zé do Caixão spirit. I’ve been to these places, incognito of course, wearing sunglasses, hiding my nails, the whole deal. And then someone channels Zé do Caixão, claiming it’s me. There’s this narrative that Zé do Caixão was already a spirit and I just summoned him. I pay them homage in this film. I leave it up to the viewers to decide for themselves. Is he real?”– on the commentary track to Hallucinations of a Deranged Mind

DIRECTED BY: José Mojica Marins

FEATURING: José Mojica Marins, Jorge Peres, Magna Miller

PLOT: Psychiatrist Hamilton has terrible nightmares where he believes Coffin Joe is coming to take his wife away to use her to breed his offspring. His concerned colleagues call in José Mojica Marins, the creator of the Coffin Joe character, to convince him that the character is fictional and all in his imagination. The cure works; or does it?

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BACKGROUND:

  • Zé do Caixão (Anglicized as “Coffin Joe”) was a character created and portrayed by low-budget Brazilian filmmaker José Mojica Marins. Beginning in the late 60s, Coffin Joe appeared in a trilogy of canonical feature films, also appearing in Marins’ work in dream sequences, host segments, personal appearances, his own line of comic books, and so on. The character is sadistic, but ultimately more amoral than evil; he disdains religion and the supernatural, and quests eternally to find the perfect “superior” woman to breed with so he can sire superhuman progeny. Joe was known for his black top hat and cloak, his monobrow, and, most notably, for his uncut fingernails, which Marins grew to over 9 inches in length. Though nearly unknown outside of Brazil during the height of his popularity, within that country Coffin Joe was a homegrown bogeyman of superstar status, roughly equivalent to Freddy Kruger.
  • Hallucinations of a Deranged Mind was created from repurposed and unused footage from This Night I’ll Possess Your Corpse, The Strange World of Coffin Joe, The Awakening of the Beast, and others, mixed with newly shot scenes (there is approximately 35 minutes of new footage in the 86-minute movie). Some of the reused scenes had previously been nixed by censors.
  • The Bloody Exorcism of Coffin Joe (1974) used a similar premise of director Marins facing off against his own character.
  • Marins says that the inspiration for this film came from a real life request from a psychiatrist. The doctor’s wife was obsessed with Marins’ Coffin Joe character, and seemed to believe he existed independently. Marins visited the couple and watched one of his films with them on a midnight TV broadcast; during the screening, he reminisced how he suffered from diarrhea and painful corns during the shooting of certain scenes. The spell was broken and the woman no longer believed in Coffin Joe.
  • Editor Nilcemar Leyart estimates that the final film contains more than 4,700 cuts.

INDELIBLE IMAGE: There are so many garage-surrealist possibilities here it boggles the mind—the woman-headed spider, the magic-markered buttocks, the human staircase—but ultimately the dominating figure is, appropriately, Coffin Joe himself: the dark, dagger-fingered nightmare undertaker who orchestrates this parade of Boschian delights.

TWO WEIRD THINGS: Faces on asses; multi-headed torture blob

WHAT MAKES IT WEIRD: A circus of the damned crawling out of a cinematic scrapheap, Hallucinations of a Deranged Mind is the distilled essence of Coffin Joe at his most irrational and insistent.


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CAPSULE: BABY INVASION (2024)

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DIRECTED BY: Harmony Korine

FEATURING: Juan Bofill, Shawn Thomas, Steven Rodriguez, Antonio Jackson, Tej Limlas Ly, Anonymous

PLOT: Six baby-faced goons massacre guests at a mansion in search of stacks of cash and Internet notoriety.

COMMENTS: My only real quibble with Mr. Korine’s latest romp is that it could have been far, far more disturbing. Of course, a “romp” can really only be so disturbing before it leaves romp territory, so perhaps the director did things correctly. Regardless, Baby Invasion is, without a doubt, exactly what Harmony Korine wanted it to be, for better in a number ways—and for worse, according to the general impressions that have caught my ear.

This brings me to the primary characteristic I admire in Harmony Korine: I believe he does not care what I think, what you think, what the Academy thinks, what the French think, what anyone thinks. Like Frank Sinatra, albeit filtered through Syd Vicious, Korine can stand proudly and shout: I Did It My Way. In this case, “his way” went as follows: 1) Invasion. A home invasion, the home being an expansive and expensive mansion, with several pools both indoor and out, countless objets kind of just taking up space (whoever owns this place can afford a decorator, and should seriously consider hiring one). This home is invaded by a squad of alarmingly well-armed guys who show up in a van, eat some of the inhabitants’ fruit, take some of their drugs, and otherwise lark about as they search for the mansion’s safe.

2) Baby. Now, this “found footage” is flanked by a documentary-style (à la late ’90s camcorder, judging from the film quality) conversation with a programmer who explains how her game was hijacked halfway to completion and converted into a quasi-avatar/quasi-livestream showcase for real home invasions. The gaggle of goons have their faces obscured by baby-faces; there is a constant side-scroll of remarks and emojis from real-time ‘Net observers; pixel-splosion boosts and power-ups sparkle on the screen as our pseudonymous protagonist goes through the motions.

Baby Invasion is a novelty, and for its eighty-minute runtime is entertaining enough. Whatever commentary one gleans will not take a lot of effort. I can only recommend this—somewhat—because of my degree of disorientation by the end, as game, meta-game, meta-life, and life became increasingly difficult to differentiate. The occasional shots of the “gamers” suggest none of this is real. The security cameras suggests it is. This muddling, I suspect, is Korine’s overarching goal, and he achieves it nicely. However, I would have preferred to be either slightly more amused, or considerably more dismayed, by the goings-on.

WHAT THE CRITICS SAY:

“Korine, who started the company Edglrd in recent years to package his bizarre and off-putting projects while shepherding those similar from others, seems to believe that whatever ‘Baby Invasion’ is housing is the key to the evolution of cinema. That’s upsetting if true, but in a crippled moment for the creativity of the art form from the multiplexes to the arthouse, we might as well listen in… The wall-to-wall trippy rabbit hole of a world Korine has constructed is an immersive environment that shapeshifts… I sort of prayed for oblivion while in my own seat, but I was strangely hypnotized throughout.”–Ryan Lattanzio, Indiewire (festival screening)

APOCRYPHA CANDIDATE: THE DRAGON LIVES AGAIN (1977)

Li san jiao wei zhen di yu men; AKA Deadly Hands of Kung Fu

Still from The Dragon Lives Again (1977)

DIRECTED BY: Lo Chi

FEATURING:  Siu-Lung Leung (as Bruce Leong), Ie Lung Shen, Ching Tang, Alexander Grand, Jenny, Wong Mei, Eric Tsang, Bobby Canavarro, Hsi Chang

PLOT: Martial arts superstar Bruce Lee dies, winds up in the afterlife, and soon butts heads with the King of the Underworld, the Godfather, the Man With No-Name, Zatoichi, 007, Emmanuelle, the Exorcist and Dracula—but he’s still Bruce Lee, and he’s got Caine the Wanderer, the One-Armed Swordsman and Popeye the Sailor Man backing him up…

WHY IT MIGHT JOIN THE APOCRYPHA: There are many, many films in the wake of Bruce Lee’s death made to capitalize off of the death and his fame. Very, very few of them pull off the feat of being entertaining and imaginative enough to surpass their crass origins to become something that stands on its own.

COMMENTS: The Bruce Lee Phenomenon is unfathomable to someone who didn’t grow up in the mid-70s. You had to experience it firsthand. There’s no one in the present day who comes close to Lee: cultural icons all have their share of imitators, but few can spawn an entire subgenre after their death.

The “Bruceploitation” phenomenon encompassed all aspects of Bruce Lee’s short life and ongoing legacy, from biopics and docudramas to variations on his most popular films to total fantasies on his death (or faux death) and afterlife, all with a variety of imitators/wannabees/clones presented to the still Bruce-hungry public. Some were unapologetic cash grabs, while some genuflected some modicum of respect towards Lee.

The Dragon Lives Again occupies its own niche. It’s the most bonkers Bruceploitation movie and probably the most entertaining of the bunch, making good on its opening “Dedicated to the Millions Who Love Bruce Lee” title. It’s one of the best examples of a theory what experimental filmmaker Craig Baldwin would encapsulize years later in his motto, “Copyright infringement is your best entertainment value.” It’s actually kind of wild that it works as well as it does, bringing such disparate characters together. (Lee is as much of a brand character as the others, fighting Dracula and his minions in his Kato wardrobe from “The Green Hornet”.)

The Dragon Lives Again (1977) KatoThe comedy is good, including moves named for films Lee appeared in and talking skeletons. At times it’s naughty: a running gag involving Lee’s rumored sexual prowess and the Underworld King’s wives attempting to find that out firsthand; a joke involving nunchucks and “Bruce Lee’s Third Leg,” which was snatched subsequently for other kung-fu comedies. And just the idea of bringing together Popeye, Emmanuelle, 007 and others is brilliant, especially since such a thing wouldn’t even be possible in today’s corporate climate unless it were a no-budget ultra-underground project that maybe 30 people would even be aware of existing.

The Dragon Lives Again has been available in various dodgy versions for years, but I doubt that anyone is going to better the Severin Blu-ray in their box set “The Game of Clones: Bruceploitation Vol. 1.” The original negative was deemed unusable, so they utilized a 2K scan of a print from the AGFA Collection. It’s not immaculate, but it’s much better than what’s was previously available. The disc has a commentary by Bruceploitation experts Michael Worth and Frank Djeng, an audio essay by one Lovely Jon, and 7 minutes of deleted/extended scenes from the French release.

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WHAT THE CRITICS SAY:

“…perhaps no Kung-Fu film is more insane; more bizarre; more completely fucking bonkers than THE DRAGON LIVES AGAIN. Not only does it fit quite snuggly into the Bruceploitation genre, but it has more weirdness per minute than any production you’re likely to see this side of David Lynch.”–Doug Tilley, Daily Grindhouse

 

CAPSULE: BETTER MAN (2024)

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DIRECTED BY: Michael Gracey

FEATURING: Jonno Davies, Steve Pemberton, Alison Steadman, , Raechelle Banno, Robbie Williams

PLOT: The life and raucous times of pop superstar Robbie Williams, told from his humble beginnings to global stardom with details of his battles with fame, addiction, and the desperate struggle to win his father’s love—and throughout, the singer is portrayed by a motion-captured, computer-generated chimpanzee.

Still from Better Man (2024)

COMMENTS: When it comes to pop music success, America is a notoriously tough nut to crack. For every ABBA or BTS who overcomes the odds to score a #1 single in the States, there’s a Cliff Richard or a Kylie Minogue who struggles to sell to Americans what the rest of the world is eager to buy. And then there’s Robbie Williams: a certified international pop phenomenon who jettisoned success as a member of the boy band Take That to establish a solo career that took nearly every corner of the world by storm, with 7 #1 singles and 13 #1 albums in his home country alone. But worldwide fame means nothing in the U.S., where he has only ever managed to crack the Billboard Hot 100 twice (not counting his old band’s solitary chart appearance, a #7 hit). So pitching Williams’ life story to an audience where he is practically an unknown quantity makes for an unquestionably hard sell. When viewed in this light, it actually becomes incredibly sensible to replace the main character with a talking, singing, dancing monkey. Now they’ve got your attention.

Honestly, it’s so much better to know nothing about our subject, as it frees us from the weight of familiarity and expectation. Teams of animators (and the grueling work of mo-cap stand-in Davies) labored to bring the authentic Williams to life in primate form, but we ignorant bumpkins can embrace his infectious energy and unrestrained showmanship with the unforced glee of a toddler seeing fireworks for the first time. Make no mistake: this is a pretty standard musical biopic, the kind that Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story should have rendered unapproachable, complete with tales of addiction, famous name-drops, and lamentations over the hollowness of fame and fortune, But Better Man proceeds with so much verve, so much melodramatic theatricality, and yes, so much photorealistic cartoon chimp, that it manages to rise above its clichéd trappings and become an inspired exemplar of the genre.

Director Gracey, late of The Greatest Showman, has a grandiose, -esque eye for over-the-top storytelling, and the monkey gives him creative license to bypass reality in a number of areas. Williams’ highs are grand spectacles, with swooping cameras, pyrotechnic light shows, and frames cluttered with activity, while the lows are phantasmagoric nightmares of drugs and shadows and deep water. Gracey feels empowered to hold nothing back, and he’s not worried about how authentic or truthful it might appear, because hey, there’s a freaking monkey in the center of every scene. Williams’ animal avatar turns out to be a savvy trick, sparing the filmmakers from complaints over hiring a lead actor who doesn’t resemble the genuine article. Even better, it also plays into Williams’ own self-image issues (impostor syndrome plagues him from the very beginning) without ever treating us as so stupid that we won’t get the metaphor. Better Man wisely never sells out its own joke, instead weaving it into the overall circus vibe.

Williams’ story isn’t especially compelling beyond the usual rags-to-riches-to-ruin-to-redemption pathway common to rock stars who don’t die young. So his boisterous personality, a blend of cheeky snark, crippling self-doubt, and an immeasurable compulsion to perform, is crucial to making the film work. Fortunately, Gracey seems to share those urges, and the film soars in its most bombastic moments. Williams’ meet-cute with fellow pop star Nicole Appleton is an electric dance number that turns the pair into a modern-day Astaire and Rogers. A funeral seamlessly blends into a packed concert venue and back again. Williams’ iconic Knebworth concert becomes a battlefield for his personified demons, transforming into an orgy of violence that would be at home in one of ’s sojourns to Middle Earth. And above all is the utterly thrilling act-one closer in which Take That achieves pop domination to the pulsing tune of “Rock DJ,” shot as a CGI-festooned oner in which the band completely takes over Regent Street with an infectious beat and joyously frenetic choreography. (It’s a remarkable flex, essentially forcing his old band to sing and dance to one of his solo smashes, as if a Paul McCartney bio had staged the rest of the Beatles singing “Band on the Run.”) Better Man seems to know that it can’t rely on a pre-sold audience, so it leans heavily into Williams as the consummate performer, willing to do anything to please the crowd and ultimately earning his colossal success.

For most viewers, the shock of the monkey is over in the first five minutes of the film, if not in the trailer that preceded it. If you’re all in on that, then there’s nothing especially weird going forward to derail you. But Better Man tells this tale with a vigor and a wild abandon that makes it a surprisingly compelling watch, even if you have no familiarity or even curiosity about the subject. From the outset, Williams makes a simple vow: to be “right fucking entertaining.” It’s a promise he keeps. Welcome to the monkey house.

WHAT THE CRITICS SAY:

“Amazingly, the monkey conceit, while certainly strange (and let’s also add, beautifully rendered, with human qualities that give us a full range of emotions while also looking a lot like Robbie Williams), is not the craziest thing in Better Man. That honor would go to the picture’s musical numbers… The movie isn’t just “crazy” – it’s crazy. Trying to describe it, one sounds like a lunatic… Weirdly, the familiarity of the biographical beats ease us into the formal daring. If its structure and script were as unhinged as its style, the film might have been unwatchable.” – Bilge Ebiri, Vulture (contemporaneous)

(This movie was nominated for review by Anonymous, who called it “a pretty good movie all things considered, but I’m still wondering why.” Suggest a weird movie of your own here.)

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