Black comedy, when it works, can be delicious; breaking taboos with humour is a mother lode for film-makers, but it’s an alchemy hard won, and the trail is littered with well-intentioned failures. So serial killer comedy When The Screaming Starts is one that I approached with some trepidation; the poster suggests a Knives Out romp, but Conor Boru’s film is something rather different from that old –school whodunit. Co-written with Ed Hartland, Boru starts out with a mockumentry premise and goes somewhere rather different, although the darkness, gore and cringe comedy are all supplied in plentiful amounts.
So we start off with familiar elements; Aidan, played by Hartland, wants to make his mark on the world, and imagines himself as a Charles Manson-style Svengali who can nurture a team of killers to do his behest. With filmmaker Norman (Jared Rogers) in tow, Aidan starts auditioning for his crew, and soon assembles a motley bunch of misfits, from fishmongers to yogis, all of a similar bent. They carry out the first set of killings with elan, but keeping the team together proves difficult with Aidan’s limited feel for the human resources at his disposal.
When The Screaming Starts looks a bit rough-and ready at the outset; the lo-fi look synchs with the grimy subject and cringe comedy, but what’s really notable here is how well Hartland and Boru push through with the anti-social themes and create a complex, satisfying story that uses all of the feature length, leading up to a conclusion and a climactic confrontation that, like a passing cyclist, you probably won’t see coming.
An early reference to a pub called The Slaughtered Lamb gives a hint that John Landis’ An American Werewolf in London is a useful reference point here, as is Man Bites Dog; the violence is similarly startling, and the tone deliberately veers from comic to very dark. Well played by a game young cast, When The Screaming Starts is a surprisingly polished little film, best approached as a comic thriller rather than an out and out comedy, but genuine fun for those who can take it.
Signature Entertainment presents When the Screaming Starts on UK Digital Platforms from 26th September 2022, out now in the US.
This look good . If only I know streaming service it on.
Amazon, apple and Sky in the UK…
Might check this one out though not sure if I will be om the right platform. Can’t they just number the platforms like in a railways station to make things easier? Remember when TV channels were numbered?
Hmm….maybe. You’re right that black comedy done right is exquisite – but it’s so often done poorly. Is it perhaps the most difficult genre to master?
Will look for it on DVD. Don’t bother with screaming platforms . . .
You’ll not be ready When The Streaming Starts….
This is set in space?
Is that Booky’s invention, or have I written something unclear?
I was wondering about that too. Maybe the typo in “make his mark of the world,” which I thought meant “makes his mark on the world” but might have been read as “make his mark off the world”? Anything’s possible. Jason went to space. Pinhead. The Leprechaun . . .
Obviously the benefits of a classical education. The critters went to space too, but that is also where they came from. I have corrected my typo, thanks, no we just await Booky explaining himself…
Yes.
In space, no one can hear you scream.
These bozos should have thought of that before do space murders….
Are there space murders?
Of course. It’s pretty obvious that was what the director was aiming for. Trying to shine a light on future violence. Head it off at the pass, so to speak.
Showdown at the OK Megastructure cleverly disguised for the ignorant masses
The Megastructure is a Balloon? By the light of the silvery Megastructure? The cat jumped over the megastructure?
Now you’re getting it. Understanding directors can be hard sometimes.
Megastructure River. Walk the Megastructure.
Once you realize that all directors are brainless zombies, it’s easy to pick out the megastructure motif under girding every movie
You are on top form today.
Feeling half alive for the first time in almost 10 days
Which half?
Left foot
Right leg
Upper torso
Left arm
Right hand
Frontal cortex
Thanks for clearing this up.
No problem.
I’m not in space so I can scream all I want to.
Again, useful intel. Many assumed you were in space.
A common mistake because of my stratospheric comments.
Plus, my robe doubles as a space suit
Tuned to the megastructure…
It’s real name is Bookstooge’s Megastructure of Solitude
Isn’t that a fortress?
Only for people like Supes who need. My blazing eyes of Ultra Death are usually enough to keep trespassers away
Are you Dark Brandon?
Am I Dark Brandon OR is Dark Brandon me?
* mind blown *
Both.
Both your minds are blown?
Where’s Mulder and Scully when I really need them…
Alex and Fraggle will be here shortly.
Riiiiiight, I’ve heard THAT before. Who are these mythical “people” you speak of? Wait, wait, let me guess.
They are an integral part of a world cabal of ultra powerful people who run things from the shadows? And I’m their handsome, charismatic and utterly debonair leader?
I’ve heard it all before. I’m afraid flattery will get you no where today…
Alex and Fraggle? I guess they might be as you describe. Is that your reading of the situation?
I know what you’re trying to do. You’re using your psychoanalyzing powers on me over the internet. Well, it won’t work. I am an impenetrable morass of hangups, complexes and issues. No wait, that came out wrong. I meant to say that I am the most well adjusted person you’ll ever analyze, FAct!
I think you reveal more than you think. Ok, seal it all up and mark it as evidence, the prosecution rests until after lunch. I’ve got a voucher for a meatball marinara if you’re interested? Cookie and soda included…
I’m sold! Who do I have to sell out to get that meatball marinara?
Psychic Grandma. We’ve been trying to get the beef on that old dear for decades.
I’ll do it! She’ll get her just desserts this time…
No desserts, sandwich, cookie and soda only…
I’ll have my people get in contact with your people to work out the nitty gritty details then…
Great, let me just take an imprint of your debit card…good to go!
Send the final bill to Psychic Grandma. She deserves to pay for my traitors meal after all…
She pre-paid for you. She was always preparing for this moment. She saw it coming.
Dagnabbit! That Psychic Grandma, she’s always 3 steps ahead…
Do I still get my sandwich though?
What kind of bread?
Cheesy italian…
Napkins? Loyalty card? Bag?
Man, so many options. How long do I have to decide?
I shall return tomorrow to take your order. Use your time carefully.
Will that be “When the Screaming Starts”?
Oh, yeah, I am SO clever. Betcha never saw that coming…
Psychic Grandma is not for passing comment on everything.