My brief investigation of post-Exorcist attempts to exploit different religious ideas for horror films alights on Robert Wise’s generally forgotten entry in the demonology cycle, Audrey Rose. While The Exorcist and The Omen went for traditional rules of engagements, Holocaust 2000 took inspiration from the Middle East, Exorcist 2 mines beliefs from Africa, and Audrey Rose attempts to go for Hindu beliefs and specifically re-incarnation. That might sound like fertile ground for domestic fantasy, but this adaptation of Frank de Felitta’s novel never quite takes off, despite scattered points of interest.
Wise, of course, graduated from the Val Lewton school of horror in the 40’s, before creating cinematic monuments like The Sound of Music; his return offers old-school rigour in terms of acting and location work, but a lack of luridness seems to work against things. A posho couple, the Templetons (Marsha Mason, John Beck) find that their daughter is sleeping badly. A mysterious stranger named Elliot Hoover (a bearded Anthony Hopkins, never more hirsute) turns up on their doorstep, seeking access; he’s lost his own child in a car-accident, and after some kind of spiritual awakening in India, Hoover believes that the Templeton child is his.
Spoiler alert; the girl dies at the end, putting a stop to the pre-Kramer vs Kramer tug of love, but also casting a pall of the story; nobody gets what they want here, particularly the viewer. Supernatural overtones don’t go much further than the girl seeming to burn the skin of her hands on a cold radiator, not much bang for your buck compared to the other films mentioned above. The saving grace here is Hopkins, who gives a dignified, thoughtful performance that holds the film together until a hurried ending; the Welsh star manages to make several long dialogue scenes sing, even if the pay-off is weak.
Audiences didn’t turn out for Audrey Rose, although the lack of sex, swearing, violence or even incident made it an 80’s tv staple. Audrey Rose is a fairly weedy entry in the demonology cycle, but is one of cinemas few attempts to get serious about re-incarnation, and in its own clumsy way, at least offers up a rare, positive point of view on widely held notions of life beyond death.
不知道说什么好,还是祝疫情早点结束吧!
I hope so too!
We were just talking about whether we had seen this one or not, sadly. I’m at no level close to 10 on the analytical process to get these reviews out.
Is that Ben Affleck’s dad playing the main character? And, have you considered reviewing “Sin City”, specifically the extended cut or “The Crow”?
All jokes aside, I appreciate what you have done here with this one.
The Crow is on my list for the next few weeks, and Sin City might be worth another look too…
Good to know. 🌞
Sorry, if the child isn’t projectile vomiting a metric ton of green goop or trying to run the world, forget it, they’re not scary.
And besides, everyone knows you can only come back as a cow or a dungbeetle if you were a person.
Who makes the rules as to whether you are a cow or a person? Is it on a points system?
I think it depends on whether you were a good or bad person. I’m not well enough acquainted with reincarnation thought to say anything more than I did without making a hash of it.
(but when has that ever stopped me?)
So who decides? The great big Ohmmm Cloud thingy in the sky. Nirvanna I think its called?
Neither of us are pretending to be experts. So maybe there are no rules, just observation of a natural order. She good people get upgrades, bad people downsize. Ok, that kind of makes sense, gives people agency and incentive. Doesn’t help this movie though…
so if the good people get supersized, where are all the giants? Or is everyone just bad? That would fit MY world view much better 😉
Maybe we’re getting smaller. But it’s not too late to build back better!
Maybe we ARE getting smaller. I just assumed we were getting bigger because all the freaking cars are getting smaller, except trucks and suv’s. Maybe they’re staying the same and we really are shrinking.
Now I’m scared. Where’s my security iron?
Anxiety is a stage you must pass to ascend the golden path of the Ironing Master.
Hey, I’m reading a book on Anxiety. I guess I’m all set then!
Now I just need to find my elevator shoes, my disco pants suit and I’m all set for a swinging time…
It’s not the yellow brick road, it’s the Golden Path. Your outfit unimportant in the grand scheme of things.
If Leto II can turn into a worm, then I don’t see why I can’t anti-incarnate into John Travolta.
The world will thank me for bringing back Disco…
I imagined what you wrote as a found poem recited by Christopher Walken.
If there was an actor perfectly fit for that, it would be him. He can sing about as good as Michael Caine though. ie, they need to leave it to a professional…
He can dance real good though.
But can he disco dance as good as Bookstoogevolta?
I haven’t seen Bookstoogevolta so cannot comment. You decide 😊
https://youtu.be/wCDIYvFmgW8
Bookstoogevolta is the Standard by which all Disco’ing in the entire continuum of Disco are judged by. Past, Present and Future.
I think he passed.
I want a Dance Off to declare who the greatest disco dancer in the universe is.
First round: Bookstoogevolta vs Walken!
You opened a rich vein with deep underground roots when you introduce the subject of death and returning. It was a peculiar movie, especially if you hadn’t read de Felitta’s book. Once again, you did an exceptional job describing its essence, and the questions it opens and attempts to explore. I had movies pre-selected for watching for the next few days, however, perhaps I’ll mine the ore you created via your review…There’s Ghost Story, Reincarnation of Peter Proud, I Married a Witch, Dead Again, The Mummy, Cloud Atlas, On a Clear Day, Deja Vu… oh my!
Offf…that’s a rich selection! I feel re-incarnation hasn’t been well served by movies, and would be interested to know what the book does better than the film for Audrey Rose. My copy for the film of Peter Proud is fairly battered, but I’m always keen on re-watching that one. There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy….
When did the hirsute one shave – as in your still? I remember enjoying this precisely because it wasn’t knocked sidewise by sex and swearing and seemed to have a more logical ideological standpoint. I always liked Marsha Mason and Hopkins is alwaays watchable.
He’s got a mega beard for the first twenty minutes, then shaves it off when he first meets Mason and Beck. I agree this this is quite old-school, as might be expected from Wise, but the medical detail about this child seems imported from The Exorcist, and leave a bad taste for me. Mason is underrated, I feel, but not best served by a rather shrill part….Hopkins saves this in the penalty shoot-out…
I met a woman named Audrey Rose once. I made some comment about the movie and she had no idea what I was talking about.
I love this kind of comment. This is up there with yesterday’s “Jet Li used my toilet.’ Now that’s a bombshell…
I’ve seen it but don’t remember much about it, don’t think I’d bother with a rewatch.
I’ll put you down as a nope then.
Yep.
Wait, I just read your comment about ‘decorating your parkour’; are you living in Victorian Britain?
Wait what? Pretty sure parkour is street gymnastical stuff and way below my capabilities.
My spellchecker mis-spoke. Parlour was the word we were shorting for.
I was pandering to Bookstodges Dickensian affinities. When in Rome….
It arrived out of context when cleaning out a spam folder. I will now return to enjoy it in the original context.
Can’t remember which post that was on. Wait what!? I was in spam!!??
Trust me, it is too easy to lose track of where you said what. I do that all the time around this joint…
Right, I’m going to be like John Lithgow in Footloose and ban any disco-dancing championships on this blog without my permission Bah Humbug!
what about WITH your permission?
Ok, show me the documentation and you can have your dance off…
* scribble scribble scribble *
There. Now, Mr Film-Authority, isn’t THAT your signature on this napkin we found on the floor? Admit it! You hold illegal secret dance offs on your blog all the time!
I’m not responsible for what goes on in the comments section these days, over-run with a hooligan element. A signed napkin is hardly to be confused with official permission?
Gotcha. A wink is as good as a nod for savvy ol’ Bookstoogevolta.
Your “official” stance is No Dance Offs. Got it, wink wink.
If I come back and find you and fraggle raving it up, there will be consequences…
*busts a move*
Raahhhhhh
A dance master’s gotta daaaaaaaaaance…..
We have no licence for dancing, sir, I’m afraid the management say I’ll have to ask you to leave….take your elevator shoes with you….
fine. I’ll take my World Class Disco skills to a post where they can be appreciated…