Thursday, November 3, 2011

Vigilante Force (1976) review


VIGILANTE FORCE 1976

Jan Michael Vincent (Ben Arnold), Kris Kristofferson (Aaron Arnold), Victoria Principal (Linda Christopher), Bernadette Peters (Little Dee), Andrew Stevens (Paul Sinton)

Directed by George Armitage

"You wanna play cowboys and Indians, do it out in the pasture. Nobody's takin' over this town."--Aaron Arnold

The Short Version: VIGILANTE FORCE is the 70s equivalent of ROAD HOUSE (1989). It's a rough n' rowdy cinematic southern rock song and like those anthemic, loud guitar licks, it's the type of movie you don't see anymore. The ultimate testosterone fueled man's movie, this remake of BUCKTOWN (1975) amounts to a modern day western filled with bar brawls, street fights, shoot outs and massive explosions. Filled with mindless violence and plenty of tough guy dialog and posing, both male and female viewers get lots of eye candy in this lovingly braindead 70s obscurity that champions its drive in heritage by shoving it in your face with one hand and brandishing a rifle in the other.


A huge financial boom in the oil fields of Elk Hills, a small California town, causes a dangerous influx of violence, street brawls and all around uncouth behavior when a rowdy bunch of rednecks and criminal elements get their hands greasy from all the overflowing oil. The police are unable to contain the problem so outside assistance is called for. Ben Arnold puts a call out for help from his troubled Vietnam vet brother, Aaron. Eventually getting the town in order with the help of some additional hired hands, it becomes apparent that Aaron has plans of his own for the tiny hamlet. Taking over as sheriff and pressuring the towns businesses for protection money, Aaron and his goon squad ultimately prove far more dangerous than the brawls and bar fights ever were. Having fought over the affection of a woman years before, tension between the two brothers grows. Ben forms a Vigilante Force of his own and plans to go to war with his insane brother to take back the town.


The director of PRIVATE DUTY NURSES (1971) and HIT MAN (1972) directs arguably his most substantially satisfying movie despite it being wholly unbelievable. Armitage also wrote the script (what little there is) in what is an even more explosive, rough and tumble version of the blaxploitation classic, BUCKTOWN (1975) starring Fred Williamson and Pam Grier. But where that film was about a black man against a town run by racist pigs, the folks that populate the landscape seen in VIGILANTE FORCE are generally unruly due to a rich oil vein that brings with it a lot of dissension and disruption within the town. In BUCKTOWN, the main character (played by Williamson) brings some of his big city boys down south to help him clean up the trash. When the garbage has finally been taken out, the suit and tie gangsters decide to stick around and ultimately prove to be a bigger threat than the bigoted civic defenders. Williamson then must fight back against his friends to take back the town.


In VIGILANTE FORCE, the arc of the outside force becoming an even deadlier obstacle is magnified with minor details altered from the previous years blaxploitation favorite. The two main characters are made brothers and the script struggles to make something of the conflict the two have endured over the years especially where women were involved. Armitage makes a minor effort, but the pathos is lost among the plethora of man sweat and jingoistic bravado. There's also a brief flirtation with a political subtext as well as the effects of 'Nam on those who came home, but these end up as incidental details amidst the action and chest beating. Upon closer inspection, the films penchant for lawlessness is borrowed heavily from the western template. Armitage simply transplants the traditional sagebrush saga to a modern setting. The bars are the saloons; the cars and trucks act as wagons and horses; the symbol of the law changes hands by a late night gun duel inside a barn and the amazing, stunt filled climax cuts loose like the OK Corral on steroids. The film does slow down momentarily during the mid section to establish plot points glossed over during the first half.



The exposition doesn't wear out its welcome as it isn't long before the violence and brutality takes center stage once more. Even with what little characterization that manages to seep in, the central characters are about as amoral and unapologetic as they come. While the entire movie takes on the persona of a wild west oater set during the wrong time period, the actions and reactions of some of the main characters is astonishingly cold and ineffectual considering the sadistic behavior perpetrated on some of the cast members. VIGILANTE FORCE is truly a man's world and the women are just pawns and play things to be dominated, abused and killed if they get out of line or interfere. Yes, in addition to a high level of testosterone ready to erupt in a volcanic miasma of twisted metal and flying bullets, there's also an ugly air of misogyny hovering over the film like a corrosive cloud of causticity.


When the "Earp's" and "Clanton's" battle it out at the end, the war is waged conveniently on what appears to be the outskirts of some post apocalyptic ghost town. This totally out of control and 'all bets are off' conclusion sees the old 40 Acres backlot more or less destroyed from bazooka blasts and machine gun fire that literally jettisons stunt men out of building windows. Nostalgic fans may recognize some of these buildings and constructs from old television shows that played home to such characters as Colonel Klink and sheriff Andy Taylor. Movies like SWITCHBLADE SISTERS (1975) and ILSA, SHE-WOLF OF THE SS (1974) were also shot on those grounds.


Kris Kristofferson does more posing than emoting in what amounts to him more or less playing himself; at least there's very little difference from his role here and some of his other movies. He acted in a similar capacity in CONVOY (1978) playing another 'Hairy Man' type role in a plot that borrows elements from both the wildly successful SMOKEY & THE BANDIT (1977) and the 'Danger In Dixie' sub genre--a curious style of film that includes the ample 'Moonshine' movies that prospered throughout the decade. Kristofferson does little in the acting department here, but he has presence and some of his actions are cold blooded to say the least. During the no-holds-barred, free-for-all finale, Kristofferson and his cronies are plotting a major bank heist while masquerading as a group of band players during a town parade!


Jan Michael Vincent was a major rising star during the 1970s and was poised to be the next big action star alongside such greats as Charles Bronson and Clint Eastwood. He co-starred with Bronson in the original THE MECHANIC in 1972 and took the lead in the high octane trucker version of WALKING TALL (1973) in WHITE LINE FEVER (1975), a film that featured L.Q. Jones as the main heavy. The futuristic action of DAMNATION ALLEY (1977) soon followed as well as another co-starring role alongside Burt Reynolds in the action comedy HOOPER in 1978. Vincent had lots of charisma and was a slight more adept at line delivery than Kristofferson. He then went on to a successful three season run on the action series AIRWOLF (1984-1987) before an admission to drug and alcohol abuse seemingly derailed his once promising career.


Producer Gene Corman was behind this which speaks volumes about what type of film you can expect from one of the Corman brothers who produced movies like ATTACK OF THE GIANT LEECHES (1959), the must see THE INTRUDER (1962), YOU CAN'T WIN'EM ALL (1971) with Bronson and Tony Curtis, THE SLAMS (1973), I ESCAPED DEVIL'S ISLAND (1973) and the utterly bizarre DARKTOWN STRUTTERS (1975). This Corman produced effort is a perfect time capsule that defined the essence of the explosive 70s drive in feature. There's a distinct ambiance and ferociousness to those vintage examples of blood dripping masculinity that survives the ages to remind us there was a time when action cinema didn't need a hundred million dollars to grab your attention. All that was required was a lot of action, brutality, gun battles and excessive amounts of things blowing up for no reason at all. Exploitation and action pictures of the 1970s defined gratuitousness and VIGILANTE FORCE bathes in it. Rebellious, raucous and raw, Armitage's movie will likely stir the ire of high-minded female viewers, but it's movies like this the Spike Channel was made for.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The Violent Kind (2010) review


THE VIOLENT KIND 2010

Cody Knauf (Cody), Bret Roberts (Q), Christina Prousalis (Megan), Tiffany Shepis (Michelle), Taylor Cole (Shade), Joe Egender (Vernon), Joseph McKelheer (Jazz), Samuel Child (Murderball), MacKenzie Firgens (Trixie), Illea Matthews (Pussywagon)

Directed by The Butcher Brothers (Mitchell Altieri and Phil Flores)

"All this killin' and violence...so unnecessary, but it seems to be the only thing you people respond to."--Vernon

The Short Version: A maddeningly frustrating stew of ideas and pseudo subtext about some form of alien exterminating angels with an obsession for 50s rockabilly holding a biker gang hostage while indulging in group torture sessions and possessing victims EVIL DEAD style. The ending alludes to a wide reaching apocalypse, but the ambiguity of these final shots never makes it clear if these "visitors" are from outer space, or hail from the dark realms within the mind of author H.P. Lovecraft. It's easy to write off this chaotic mess as a bizarre slop-fest, but it's all fairly well mounted giving the impression that something creative is festering over the course of the films violence fueled 89 minutes. If only the makers had let it cook a bit longer.

Cody, a second generation member of a notorious Northern California biker gang sets out with his friends to a secluded farmhouse in the woods for a big celebration for his mother's birthday. During the course of the evening, one of the girls leaves the party only to return later in the evening covered in blood. Possessed by a demonic force, the crimson covered female attacks and kills one of the group. Not long after, the farmhouse is invaded by a clutch of bizarre, body snatching, inter-dimensional satanic maniacs obsessed with 50s culture who are apparently otherworldly soldiers hellbent on human extinction.

It's almost impossible to describe this here movie. It's not quite sure what it wants to be. But then, it's shot in such a way, it's likely the filmmakers intended any and all confusion by its viewership. There's the ever present erratic camerawork that places you square in the middle of the action whether you like it or not. The film can't make up its mind what the hell it wants to be going from a lame attempt at a biker movie to 90210 theatrics, then briefly embracing THE EVIL DEAD (1981). It then dumps all of those furiously grasping at straws including theological topics and what appears to be either an alien invasion, or the cosmic horror of H.P. Lovecraft. It reminds one of any number of indecipherable songs from bands who get their "ideas" from "epiphanies" brought on by the use of recreational drugs. I can't say I liked it and I can't say I totally disliked it. There appears to be something lying underneath the surface although it's difficult to pin down just what that is judging by the films scatter-shot script that suffers from a compound fracture of the logic bone.

It's a grotesque Rocka-billy nightmare depicting a Lovecraftian Armageddon brought about by some form of alien beings who apparently are aggravated to a violent degree by man's devoted propensity to destroy one another. These rebels with a lot of "claws" are led by a wiry and wild-eyed lunatic doing his best William Sanderson impression from FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE (1977). The final moments are eerily reminiscent of a similar, yet even more frightening conclusion from the Japanese sci fi-horror GOKE, BODYSNATCHER FROM HELL (1968). But whereas that motion picture was a likewise strange brew that managed to explain itself by the finale, this movie from the aptly named Butcher Brothers refuses to adhere to conventions of any one genre in particular.

It starts off like a brutish teen angst biker flick (with the most unconvincing band of bikers to ever hop on a hog) before briefly stopping in Sam Raimi demonic possession territory. The film quickly abandons the Necronomical template to settle for a stretch within the parameters of the 'Home Invasion' subgenre of brutal torture horror cinema. The intermittent shots of lights erupting out of people's orifices raises some questions as to what exactly is supposed to be happening. We get a semi explanation in the form of psychotic otherworldy beings hellbent on teaching mankind a lesson for its savage transgressions. However, no explanation is given as to why these "aliens" have a fondness for 50s dress and pop culture.

There's also a Charles Manson vibe going on during the home invasion section of the film that starts around the 50 minute mark. The demonic gang leave strange satanic markings as their "calling cards" and allude that they may actually be part of a mass army of literal Hell's Angels. Then there's the confusing moments wherein Vernon states they want Michelle, the sister of one of the girls and the one who took Lamberto Bava's DEMONS (1985) a bit too seriously earlier in the movie. They want something inside of her, but whatever "that" is is never fully explained. Her soul, perhaps? Who knows.

Again, the film switches gears and veers off into INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS territory while babbling on about the void and the creatures that inhabit space and other such unexplained topics. There's also a touch of NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD (1968) and an impending "zombie" apocalypse shortly after Vernon releases Cody and Megan explaining to them, "Your kind is a dying breed...the human kind." This is followed by an enormous UFO that hovers over the town zapping people turning them into the type of folks that populated the creepy town seen in MESSIAH OF EVIL (1973).

It makes no sense whatsoever and has little to offer aside from some judicious gore and some manically over the top performances. The cast is attractive, yet, just like so many horror movies today, virtually nobody is likable at all. It really makes no sense that horror filmmakers today steadfastly refuse to put likable characters in bonafide peril, rarely killing them off. Difficult to recommend, it's also difficult to ascertain just what the intention was on the part of the filmmakers. You might love it, you might hate it, or you might come away scratching your head. Unless you want to see Tiffany Shepis totally naked again, proceed at your own risk.

This review is representative of the Image Entertainment DVD
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