It’s safe to say that there are few directors who embrace
the sleazy side of cinema as much as Frank Henenlotter, who while not the main
prolific of directors, with only six films to his credit, since unleashing this
debut film in 1982 he has retained his exploitation cinema inspired style
throughout, while other directors such as those who came through the Roger Corman
film school such Joe Dante, John Landis and James Cameron moved onto making
more mainstream movies and moving away from their exploitation cinema
beginnings, Henenlotter has remained true to his grimey 42nd street
inspired roots, even continuing his passion for exploitation cinema through
“Something Weird Video” where he has been instrumental in rescuing numerous
titles from being destroyed including “Bloodthirsty Butchers” and the truly random “The Curious Dr. Humpp”
aswell as this debut film from Henenlotter himself.
Opening with what could almost be described as a video
postcard of New York’s 42nd street (true not one that anyone would
want to receive) as cinema marquee’s advertise kung fu movies and sleaze as the
softly spoken and awkward Duane (Kevin Van Hentenryck) wanders down the neon
lit sidewalk carrying a larger wicker basket. Unsurprisingly everyone wants to
know what’s in the basket, from the cackling street walkers to the residents of
the seedy hotel were Duane decides to stay. Unknown to them all though is that
this wicker basket is home to Duane’s monstrous twin brother Belial, who is
deeply resentful at being surgically separated from his brother, so much so
that the two brothers are now on a mission of revenge to kill the doctors who
separated them.
Henenlotter’s vision of New York has always been one caked
in grime and sleaze which he established with this debut, were the residents
are either sleazy or just plain oddballs. Even Duane’s love intrest Sharon
(Terri Susan Smith) seems to not be quite all there, especially when she
frequently talks so breathlessly and wide eyed. Still this film establishes a
lot of Henenlotter’s favourite themes including bodily mutation, over the top
violence aswell as his now trademark scuzzy sense of humour to craft a unique
film to say the least but one which wears its exploitation colours proudly,
with Henenlotter himself classifying his films as exploitation films rather
than Horror films. Here he crafts a tale
full of sleaze, gore and sheer randomness yet one which also surprisingly has
quite a few touching moments aswell such as the boys’s aunt reading them “The
Tempest”, while despite Belial only being able to communicate telepathically
with his brother the two share a clear bond for each other, even if it might
seem that Duane is being led by his monstrous brothers lust for revenge, the
rage at being detached from each other being clear for them both. Still despite
these tender moments the tone throughout is decidedly schizophrenic, especially
when Belial starts to demonstrate a serious jealously streak, which soon sees
him soon setting off to pursue his own perverse pleasures including one scene
which managed to offend even the crew to the point where they walked off the
production, something that would also happen again on Henenlotter’s next film
“Brain Damage”.
Warped tastes aside this film remains a master class in low
budget film making with a measly budget of $35,000 a fact only further
highlighted by the roll of cash Duane carries with him actually being the films
budget, while Henenlotter’s crew was so small he actually make up most of the
names listed on the credits, to make it seem like a bigger crew than he
actually had. Still despite the lack of budget the film has still dated well,
with the stop motion effects used to animate Belial having a real charm to them
which CGI just doesn’t have. Equally not hampered is the healthy gore quota on
hand here, as we get a head pushed into a drawer of surgical equipment and
bloody maulings amongst the bloody delights aswell as some gooey looking
surgical scenes as we see in one flashback the two brothers being separated.
Still despite Belial’s murderous tendancies, he is still a restrained killer
and only kills for revenge and the only time he breaks from this is in a fit of
jealousy towards the end of the film, almost as if Henenlotter was keen to show
that while he might look like a monster he processes none of the usual monster
psychology, though at the same time he is unquestionably a pervert as seen in
several of the more questionable scenes, were Belial decides to explore the
world outside of his basket.
More focused than some of his later films, the film has a
quick pace and outside of some truly questionable acting there is a lot to
enjoy here, especially at this point Henenlotter is still not as caught up in
his themes as he becomes in his later films which frequently seem to be more
about shocking the audience than crafting an intelligible story as his last
film “Bad Biology” only serves to highlight. Still for anyone looking for a
starting point for Henenlotter’s film this is certainly a gentle entry point
and for many this remains the favourite of his six films, so much so that it
would spawn two sequels despite the ending of this film being pretty final, but
then like any good exploitation movie, if there is a chance to make money there
is always a way.Thanks to Chris at Terry Malloy's Pigeon Coop and Mark at Three Rows Back
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