Showing posts with label Documentary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Documentary. Show all posts

Sunday, April 28, 2013

The Sarnos - A Life in Dirty Movies.

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The Sarnos - A Life in Dirty Movies
Directed by: Wiktor Ericsson
Sweden, 2013
Documentary, 80 min



There are two kinds of filmmakers in this world. The kind that make films under the illusion that it will make them rich and famous, and the kind that make them for the want of telling a story and the sake of art. Fast forward a lifetime, and the filmmakers wanting to be famous will become bitter, whilst the artist, or auteur as they may be called, will be moved that we remember their work.

The Sarnos - A Life in Dirty Movies, tells the story of Joeseph and Peggy Sarno. Joe’s an old-school exploitation filmmaker with ambitions and Peggy is his dedicated wife, actress, all-round crewmember and Cicero of this warm document on their life together. That’s important, they where always together. Together through it all.
ImageWe learn their dedication to their craft, from youngsters to now, always looking for a way to make movies. Their lives spent between apartments in New York and Sweden. Part of the film is their history; part is current as Joe desperately tries to secure financing for making that “next film”. As always, Peggy’s there to support him, give him advice and help make that next film. There’s a nice moment where Peggy reads through Joe’s - kind of sordid - script, after all there’s a difference in sexploitation in the 50-60’s, and reflects over the language the characters use, and suggests that they use their cell phones to talk instead of calling from phone booths… after all that’s what these modern women would do, says Peggy, lovingly bringing contemporary times to her husbands script.
ImageThe Sarnos - A Life in Dirty Movies is a gentle and heart-warming piece of documentary cinema. Swedish-made documentaries recently, sometimes manage to get close to their subjects, but very few have any dimension. They may tell interesting, linear stories, but this one has the dimension that many others lack. I’m a total sucker for documentaries about filmmakers who never stopped chasing the dream, no matter what path it took them through - such as defying one's own morals with the trials and ordeals this brings - and this is such a film, seriously a fantastic documentary, This is about real people trying to do what they believe in and their desire to be accepted as filmmakers and the qualms along the way... all the way through their filmmaking lives. Wiktor Ericsson’s cameras have caught this perfectly. I’d be able to recite passages of this film that are really moving, but I won’t. This is simply one of those “Must See” documentaries that you Must See!

There’s something completely fascinating with many of the old sexploitation filmmakers, as so many of them have a very distinct idea of where the line between art and smut goes. Filmmakers like Jean Rollin, Jess Franco, Jose Mojica Marins etc. – all of them low budget filmmakers with some great idea’s of what cinema is, and all with their very distinct style – all of them where forced into directing pornography during their careers. Something that lay heavy shadows on their artistic intentions, and the majority of them dealt with some serious frustrations over being forced into areas of filmmaking that weren’t where they wanted to go. But they had to, all for the sake of getting a shot at making that next film.
ImageSarno is referred to as the Ingmar Bergman of 42nd Street and that’s wonderful words to remember him by. Because what made Joe Sarno’s films stand out amongst others in the niche depended on two facts. The way he wrote his characters, with depth and dimension, the way he always focused on female sexuality and the fact that his films often used the scenes of sex to make his audience think about difficult subject matters… guilt being one of them! Guilt for one’s own sexuality is a pretty heavy topic to drop into a sexploitation film, but that’s precisely where Sarno’s balance lied, tell a story, make them think, even if it’s under the guise of sexploitation… until hardcore cinema ruined everything for Joe and so many other grand masters of exploitation cinema.

Interview snippets with a teary eyed Joe saying things like “I thought that everyone had forgotten about me…” as we follow the couple to retrospectives of his work, together with Peggy’s telling of how their love was never really accepted by her family… and definitely not the films they where making, all add up to make a very emotional film. One can’t but sit and wonder if Sarno had left a legacy of the same importance if he had managed to break into accepted cinema? There’s a bitter sweet conflict within the reality that some directors would never have been remembered if they had broken through into mainstream, and in their alienation only really found their art. 

ImageThe main body of insight comes form interviews with Joe and his wife Peggy. Although people like John Waters, Jamie Gillis and Annie Sprinkle, do participate, the most interesting interviews are with film historians, film critics and experts who give a fair and honest picture of Sarno’s films and what they meant at the time, the imprint they will leave in cinema history. I love when experts and academics are used to reflect upon the importance of low budget and exploitation cinema filmmakers that others sneer snobbishly at. A big part of this film is all about being accepted. Accepting Joe Sarno as the filmmaker with ambitions that he really was. A topic Peggy and Joe Sarno obviously had to deal with all their lives. The closing scene is poetic justice at it’s finest. 

ImageYes, I know that Sarno is responsible for one of the most famous Swedish pop-cultural adult films of all time. Everyone refers to “that film” at some point or other. But that’s not what this film is about, that’s not the Joseph W. Sarno of this documentary, and I feel that bringing that into this piece would be disrespectful to the Sarnos, as this is a film about the people, not what they did.







Friday, February 22, 2013

Stockholm Sex Report


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Stockholm Sex Report
Original title: Rapport från Stockholms sexträsk
Directed by: Arne Brandhild
Sweden, 1974
Documentary/Mondo, 69 min
Distributed by: Klub Super 8

Mondo fans rejoice! You may know about Luigi Scattini’s Svezia, inferno e paradiso (Sweden: Heaven and Hell) 1968, but you have probably never seen Rapport från Stockholms sexträsk (Stockholm Sex Report), a smut fest that shows the real Sweden and it’s dirty, sleazy nightclubs, as they where in the early seventies. Just before the self-sanitation and clean up of several sordid areas.
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Ok, so in all honesty Stockholm Sex Report was most likely shot with a documentary idea at its heart, but comes off as an exploitative curiosity relying on its sensationalistic content and a truly groovy, vinyl static ridden, soundtrack. It’s basically a series of lurid night club acts (think Bunny Yeager/Irving Klaw acts, but dirtier) where chicks strip down and shake their strut or hairy couples interact on stage, interwoven pseudo documentary footage telling of the many sex clubs in Stockholm, what goes on behind the closed doors, how the businesses are run, and what to expect during a visit. Pornographic comics and magazines are discussed, content and quality wise. Classified ad’s get a chapter and the obligatory tour of sex shops and all their kinky devices on display. There’s an interesting segment of where some geezer – possibly Brandhild - picks up prostitutes, drives them around Stockholm and candidly talks to them about sex trade of the day. The frank conversations become something of a fascinating interview and document of the oldest profession in the world, revealing what the prostitutes feel for their customers, what their ordinary life is like and how they emotionally handle the work. To some extent the narrative tries to give some kind of justification as the hookers come off as happy and content, and well off for dosh. One woman brags about her income and how she’s going to go buy a midnight blue Chrysler with a hard top. It’s possible that the dialogue is bogus and was written by Brandhild, but it’s certainly sleazy fare and one can only fantasize what a full fledged exploitation, or Swedish Sin film as they where to become know as, from Brandhild’s pen would have been like.
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Arne Brandhild was a man of many talents. He was first and foremost a cinematographer who lensed stuff like Torgny Wickman’s Inkräktarna (The Intruders) 1975 and Ta Mig I Dalen (Girl on her Knees 1977 – both available from Klub Super 8), Ragnar Frisk and the Mats Helge Olsson produced Attentatet (Outrage 1980, which starred Christina Lindberg in one of her last roles before her twenty year absence from theatre screens).  He also edited several films for Mats Helge Olsson and Ragnar Frisk. But it didn’t stop there, he also wrote the script to Claes Fellbom’s Agent 0,5 och Kvarten – fattaruväl! But if’s mainly Brandhild’s camerawork and self made short films that make up his legacy if we where to designate him with one. There’s no real record of the amount of shorts he shot, but some of them are still around, and even one of them – Girlography, a 14 min short from 1986 where Brandhild cruises from inner city to archipelago of Stockholm checking out the chicks and sights – is included as a bonus on this release…
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…and talking bonuses, holy fucking sleazebag, this disc is a treasure chest of filth, musky odours and sexy dancing. Funny loops, seedy reels and even a randy documentation of the nightclub show at the sex club Chat Noir. The short “Where the Action Is” was a strange souvenir film available to buy in the establishment after spending the evening watching live acts, stripteases and corny magicians to take home and watch at your own leisure. With this release you get Where the Action is a couple of Danish and Swedish stag loops, facsimiles of gentleman magazines of the time, an interactive map of the smut parlours of Stockholm, and the hilarious, Nana’s Christmas Cabaret, where strippers and nightclub dwellers sing Swedish Christmas carols.
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Out now in Sweden, Rapport från Stockholms sexträsk (with a cover designed by yours truly) is obligatory viewing for Swedish sin and Mondo fans, or even those perversely curious to what really went on in the seedy underbelly of beautiful Stockholm in the seventies. English Subtitles in English are optional on this release, as they are on KlubSuper8’s other titles in this batch; Gunnar Höglund’s Vill så gärna tro (Want So Much to Believe) 1971 and a double shot of Mac Alhberg, Molly – Familjeflickan (Sex in Sweden) 1977 and Jag en Markis (The Reluctant Sadist) 1967.

As the tagline states: “Reveals all, shows all!” Get it here!

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Faces of Death


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Faces of Death
Directed by: Conan le Cilaire
USA, 1978
Mondo/Shockumentary, 105min

Say Faces of Death, and genre fans will either crack out a disturbing smile, or reach for a bucket to chuck up into. The notorious badass movie spawned out of the Italian Mondo Cane films (and the genre they created), and a definite kick-start of even viler stuff to come. Faces of Death stood out as a ritualistic ordeal for friends and admirers of extreme cinema. When talking gross out factor and cringing realism, Faces of Death was always one title that could be topic for discussion.

The first time I saw Faces of Death was probably in the early nineties when I was working in an underground video store that specialized in finding uncut versions of genre film. You could say that that’s where I educated myself on genre cinema, and gorged my brain with all the fantastic stuff I’d only ever read about previously. There was always something inexplicably captivating with Mondo flicks back in the day, and to see how television has changed these past decades, it’s easy to see that what we where spellbound and blown away by back then is standard procedure today.

With access to Dutch, Greek, Japanese and other tapes from god know where, there was no limit to the movie marathons soaking up obscure, wild, bizarre and fascinating films. In it’s big bulky Dutch VHS case with that infamous electrocution image, Faces of Death was something of a cornerstone, a bad boy renown for its cold approach to its subject matter, and an authenticity brought to the piece by Dr. Francis B. Gröss. Sure I always presumed that he was a fake, but at the same time, without Internet or fast ways of checking facts, who really knew if Gröss was real or not. Because none of us bothered or had copies crisp enough to see that Michael Carr actually is credited as Dr. Francis B. Gröss at the end of the credits
ImageAt the age of late teens, early twenties, there’s no surprise that we fell for the tricks – I can still vividly recall discussions of what was real footage and what wasn’t  - But today we know better, and we know that the majority of footage was faked, although some of it really well done and with an aura of being authentic Cunningly re-enacted and interwoven with archive footage that the filmmakers had access to as they previously where wildlife documentary filmmakers.  

Tearing off with some very sensational stock footage of an authentic open-heart surgery, the film breathes realism into the opening of the film. It’s followed up with genuine shots of corpses and a real autopsy that was used to secure financers that the filmmakers really could pull off a shocking documentary that studied death in a serious – but totally exploitative way. But it’s all a cunning and manipulative trick to set us up for the introduction of Carr’s Dr. Francis B. Gröss (name pun anyone!). Dr. Gröss steps out of what we presume is the operating room or autopsy room we just saw the extreme material taking place in. Much like the way Ruggero Deodato would set us up with the faux documentary material two years later with Cannibal Holocaust, Le Cilaire set’s us up with this authentic material which makes us eat up all the horror to come as the gullible fools we have been manipulated into.

Faces of Death slowly works its way through its footage, starting out with the authentic human ends via animal deaths – slaughter houses – before working their movie making magic. Sure, sitting through footage of dogfights, animal slaughters, the consuming of monkey brains after smashing open its head, autopsies, open-heart surgery does become quite heavy after a while.  But it’s not until a half hour in when the first human death hit’s the screen, and without calling each scene classic – which they are – a sheriff is savaged by a stray crocodile he’s trying to rope in. Faces of Death chugs on wrapping bogus scenes with genuine autopsies, fake death cults, real snake charmers, idiots get to close to wild bears, set themselves on fire, and towards he end we even get cheesy proof of life after death… It’s a gallery of macabre and morbid moments, but at the same time almost impossible to stop watching, as Gröss guides us through the many faces of death he has taken to study during the years. Much like the nihilistic films of today that stick a quirky tune in the end credits to kind of wink at the joke of their dark movie, Faces of Death also desperately tries to stick a consoling or even redeeming finale to their movie, as a woman gives birth to new life. The cycle is complete and we have journeyed from death to life. Although, ironically the childbirth is the least graphic moment in this film as nudity was still a sensitive area in Japan at the time.

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More than thirty years on, Faces of Death is still a fascinating film, totally exploitative, totally disturbing, but still a totally magnificent piece of tomfoolery and a well crafted horror show. Watching it in HD on BluRay is almost perverse compared to the first time viewing it on shoddy VHS tape with tracking issues colour dropouts and video static.  The images are totally lifted out of any dupe distortion, and VHS interference and presented in splendid new re-mastered clarity. Gorgon has really done a great job, but relieving this film of its crummy protective veil of old-school interference only serves to lift forth the flaws in clear daylight. For the time it was made, it is still pretty great stuff, but with the insight we have into movie making magic these days – special effects even have their own reality game shows now – some of the scenes do stick out as the simple effect shots they are. I never really reacted to the crap acting as much as I did this time. Perhaps the novelty has worn off and as a cynical adult I don’t fall for the old tricks as I used to.


It strikes me what a splendid craftsmanship has gone into the editing of Faces of Death as none of the footage is in raw shape (You would never edit real snuff!). Juxtaposition is often off kilter but sill effective in its own way, and the choice of music is at times only adding it on when comedic music almost mocks the terrible fates edited together. In 1999 – after directing whopping six sequels to the initial instalment - Cilaire directed Faces of Death: Fact of Fiction? where he partially reveals some of the fake material, but also declared that certain re-enacted material was authentic. A cunning lie to deceive fans and keep the myth and mysticism of the films alive. I don’t know how much use the somewhat vague investigation plot is – as that’s what Dr. Gröss is retelling us, his study and investigation into death. His conclusion is harsh and gloomy when he concludes that the movie proves that we are not as intelligent as we think we are. A rather cunning line when one stops to think about all the times we spent discussing what “had” to be real and not…

Originally made for the Japanese market (just like Sheldon Renan & Leonard Schrader’s Killing of America, a movie that showed the Zapruder film eons before Oliver Stone used it in JFK) Conan le Cilaire, the chosen pseudonym for creator John Alan Schwartz, was approached with the question of making a shockumentary feature where nature and it’s many deaths where in focus. Quite a logic way to go considering the amount of nature footage Schwartz had due to the nature film archive he had access to. Although wanting to do something outside of the animal kingdom, Schwartz and his minimal crew came up with the idea of taking a human approach to it instead. So they documented an authentic autopsy, and when they showed what they could come up with instead of animal carnage, the investors cried tears of exploitation gold. With the sensitive topic on display and raw violence of the film, almost everyone associated with the piece hid themselves behind pseudonyms as to keep a safe distance to the crude footage used and shot for the film.

Faces of Death is said to have out grossed Star Wars in Japan, but back in the states it failed miserably upon its theatrical release (in the States) by Aquarius in 1981. A failure that would change forever when it later became accessible on Videotape and firmly took its place in cineastes universe. Only time will tell what, if any, importance Faces of Death will hold in the history of genre, but one thing is certain, Faces of Death, real or not, still is a distressing piece of genre cinema.
ImageToday the original Faces of Death shouldn’t be as shocking as it used to be – but it is.  It's still a foul, depraved piece of extreme exploitation cinema with a sour aftertaste unchallenged by others. Faces of Death is still a rough ride. The authentic deaths and autopsy footage are still kind of hard to watch without reacting, and the movie does set a very macabre tone. Perhaps even more so watching it as an adult, and perhaps it's this fake interwoven with real footage that makes it such a cynical masterpiece of nihilistic carnage.  But the main reason to pick up this classic is to sit through the audio commentary with moderator Michael Felcher and Conan Le Clair  as they go through the movie, tell you about the production and reveal the nature stock footage, expose all the fake stuff they created, tell you what’s what and share some previously secret facts on how other famous filmmakers where inspired by scenes created for Faces of Death. It’s a great commentary and definitely entertaining to hear about all the brilliant tricks that where used to fool audiences for decades, how it influenced culture and the films to come. I personally found great pleasure with “Choice Cuts”, where editor Glenn Turner (who worked with Schwartz on nature films before the shocksploitation racket) talks about his part on the film, his approach to the material and how it all came to be. There’s also “The Death Makers”, a cool short featuring Allan A. Apone and Douglas J. White, the special effect makers of the fake scenes who tell their tale, deleted scenes, and to top it all off there’s even an outtake reel, which uncannily enough even contains longer takes of real death.

If for nothing else, Faces of Death is worth revisiting just to hear the commentary and enjoy the documentaries on this landmark of extreme cinema.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Studio-S & Videovåldet


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Studio-S & Videovåldet
(Studio-S and the Video Violence)

Sweden, 1980
TV Show+Movies, approx. 16hrs
Distributed by: Studio-S Entertainment


This boys, and girls is the shit!

Never mind the videonasties… here’s the moral panic! The one show that put the Swedish video debate right up front and centre and caused a national panic unlike anything ever seen before. And this all happened before the infamous British Nasties controversy.

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The programme Studio-S, a weekly debate show aired on Swedish TV, but only one single episode was so potent that it changed the country forever. At this point in time their where only two channels in Sweden. No cable, no satellite, nothing. Just Channel 1 and Channel 2. Here where voices being raised in parliament about the easy accessibility of violent and sexual deviant videos. Most of the movies seemed to be filled with sadistic death and perverted sex. Obviously something that parents wouldn’t want their kids to be watching. And things took a turn for the worse when it was noticed that some of the titles on display in the video stores had previously been banned theatrically in Sweden. Remember this is the country that has the oldest ever board of censors!

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So being the only forum to discuss the growing problem, national television got in on the game. They sent out a meaty press release proclaiming that they where going to scrutinise the new phenomena of rental video’s and their content. They where also going to air clips from the programme and warned sensitive viewers of the material to be show.

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Now just imagine what this meant to me as a young lad going on eleven… I can’t really remember how I came to see that show, but I certainly remember laying headlong down the staircase, sneaking a peak out of the side of my eyes, trying my damndest not to be caught by my parents who where sat watching. We obviously had a video recorder and the stuff that we where allowed to watch is certainly stuff I would never have shown my own kids at that tender age. Wei Lo’s, Bruce Lee vehicle, Fists of Fury 1972 and Ivan Hall’s Kill or Be Killed 1980, where amongst the first films I ever saw on video and they undoubtedly where a vital part of laying the foundation of my passion for alternative cinema. Anyway, my restrained view, and jackass-like balancing trick down the staircase, never really allowed me to see much of the show or the clips, but holy crap did that audio stay with me for a long time. Just imagine hearing the audio of Leatherface’s first appearance in the hallway, snatching up Teri McMinn, dragging her into that back room, hanging her on that meat hook and cranking up that Poulan 245A chainsaw and not seeing the images to accompany it. Boy, my imagination went rampant. The weeks that followed saw my mates and I talk about nothing but that show and the movies we made up claiming to have seen on rented tapes where certainly stuff that still is way too wild to ever have been made, and only a short while later we where crossing off the corrupting titles of that list of no-no’s. And when we worked our way through them, there was loads more to go through, that’s when I fist encountered the Italian stuff!

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Nevertheless the programme generated a horrific spin that saw rental shops raided, new laws passed demanding age limits be mandatory and anyone renting tapes to minors and even displaying a range of titles would be taken to court. A bunch of blokes where taken to court and fined and a couple more in it’s wake. Obviously time changed and new things where determined to be dangerous and the focus shifted. Today nobody really raises an eyebrow about video violence and the age limits for watching movies have also become a lot more modest. But back then that one show created a wildfire of moral panic and definitely spawned a whole generation of horror movie fans.

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Amongst them the legendary Sven-Erik Olsson, called by some, the funniest man in Sweden. However more than a funny guy, SEO is also a true enthusiast who, not only has a string of hilarious movies to his resume, but has also been a driving force behind a lot of really classic genre cinema releases for the last decades. Recently he’s been getting smaller movies up on national screens to critical and box-office acclaims. Four years ago he named his company Studio-S after the infamous programme and for the last few years he’s been releasing titles connected to the show and finally a long labour of love has been birthed. The Studio-S & Videovåldet box set.

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Here for the first time since the second of December 1980 when it first aired, the Studio-S programme is finally released in its entirety. Uncut, uncensored and complete with clips, crying parents, fuming politicians and angled journalism at it’s best. It’s a true piece of Swedish history. But it doesn’t stop there, because this is one of the most spectacular box sets ever released in Sweden, because it also EIGHT DVD’s in all! Apart from Studio-S, there’s a beautiful two-disc version of Tobe Hooper's Texas Chain Saw Massacre 1974 and single discs of Dennis Donnelly's The Toolbox Murders 1978, Ulli Lommel's The Boogeyman 1980, David Scmoeller's Tourist Trap 1979, Hooper's follow up to T.C.M., Eaten Alive 1977 and Norman J. Warren's Terror 1978. The main disc is also filled with some fantastic extras, how about Måns F.G. Thunberg’s ten minute retrospect on video violence - featuring Jake West and Mark Morris of the VideoNasties documentary, and a outstanding trailer reel with 25 of the movies that where deemed to violent to be seen in Sweden compiled by the one and only wiz kid Stefan Nylén and a terrifyingly detailed breakdown of the video violence debate day for day up till now, and even my little show Skräckministeriet get’s a mention in the later entries. Ironically, as I've worked at SVT, the network that originally aired Studio-S, at their concrete block at the end of town, I know that there are a lot of people there, who are kind of ashamed of the Studio-S programme and what it brought with it. Not surprising as there's was further controversy some twenty-two years later when it was revealed in the SVT show Filmkrönikan (a weekly movie show, now defunct - Hmm how come they took that show off the air?) in 2002 exposed the fraud behind the Studio-S programme (if you don’t know I’m not telling).

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I can’t tell you enough of the cultural value this is a box set, and time capsule, has. This is without a doubt the most important release in Sweden since you first heard the words dee-vee-dee. You really need to get your hands on it as soon as you can, because it’s a must for any Swede that calls themselves a genre cineaste. Otherwise you can NEVER talk about Studio-S and the VideoVåld debate again. Evah! I'll kick your ass if you do without owning this set. If you want to learn more of the debate and moral panic, pick up the box set on the 30-year anniversary, the 2 December 2010 when it hits the streets, or buy the December issue of CINEMA where I've spotlighted the debate, the aftermath and unravel a most shocking conspiracy theory... which now realising that Filmkrönikan was taken off the air after mentioning the fraud, makes it seem even more suspicious.

Go get some you pussies, it don’t bite!


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