Okay, I’m going to provide a list of relatively safe choices in the ‘torture porn’ sub-genre that’s become so popular over the last decade or so, and then my personal spotlight picks that don’t overlap with the films I list in the first section. I like some of the torture porn films I’m going to list more than others, but I wouldn’t list something if I didn’t think it was worth seeking out and watching for this project. Please go easy on me if I missed the spirit of the spotlight selections, this will be my first time participating in a lists project. Also, I apologize if my tone is a bit defensive in the torture porn list – I like some of these films a lot, and it’s hard to discuss them without sort of defending them against what I feel has been trivialization with regards to their reputations.
Bring on the torture porn:
À l'intérieur (Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury, 2007) This film has gained a whole lot of notoriety for breaking a few big taboos in horror films, but it’s a shame that it has, because it should be better known for just being a batshit don’t-answer-the-door horror film that has more bloodshed than a Takashi Miike festival. The acting is excellent, particularly from Béatrice Dalle, who plays a terrifyingly unhinged woman who is desperately trying to steal a baby from our protagonist (who is home alone for the holidays). The catch: Our protagonist is pregnant with that baby. I’m in the small minority who actually doesn’t find the producers’ addition to the film distasteful (CGI shots of the fetus in the womb being intercut with Dalle’s attacks), because well, it’s not a real child we’re talking about here – and there’s a layer of discomfort and urgency that it adds that simply seeing our protagonist being attacked wouldn’t achieve. Maybe you’ll disagree – it’ll certainly spark an interesting discussion if enough people watch this nasty little French gem. Speaking of don’t-answer-the-door horror films…
The Strangers (Bryan Bertino, 2008) Here’s a case of a young filmmaker really knowing what he wanted to accomplish and being given the ability to do so with incredible ease. Some wonderful uses of music (appropriately metaphorical use of Joanna Newsom’s “The Sprout and the Bean,” anyone?!) and his anamorphic widescreen frame. Make sure you’re looking around, because Bertino has no interest in huge jump scares, preferring to hide his terrifying reveals in the nooks and crannies of the frame. And oh my, that nihilistic ending! Still sick to my stomach thinking about it.
Hostel (Eli Roth, 2005) The most unfortunate case of people unfairly judging a book by its cover in recent years. What should have been Eli Roth’s studio coming-out party after his celebrated indie
Cabin Fever,
Hostel hit a nerve with critics who decided that they’d found a scapegoat to thrust all their fury about films getting too violent onto – and I find that puzzling, because for the first two acts,
Hostel is a slow burn in the tradition of films like
The Wicker Man – there is next to no violence until the third act. Three backpackers are tipped off by a newfound pal about a city in Slovakia full of beautiful women and loose morals. They travel there by train, and find a gorgeous city, gorgeous hostel, gorgeous women – everything is too good to be true. It’s really admirable how Roth keeps the big setpiece at bay as long as he does – what could have just been a huge splatterfest is instead uneasy and mysterious, and when our everyman main character (played well by Jay Hernandez) finds himself trapped inside of a torture-for-pay dungeon, it feels earned – and we’re right there with him as he tries to escape. I can’t really recommend this film enough. A note on the endings: Quentin Tarantino, who produced the film, was smart to steer Roth towards the Theatrical ending – the Unrated one is far inferior in my opinion – but you should be able to find both and decide for yourself.
Hostel: Part II (Eli Roth, 2007) A lot of people prefer this sequel to the original film, and while I’m not among them, I can certainly see why. Roth makes the bold decision to explore the class and gender politics of the world he created in the first film – as if it didn’t feel uncomfortably real enough the first time around (I can’t really say enough about how chilling the first
Hostel is). It’s a peculiar sequel that is really given a boost by great performances by Lauren German and Roger Bart, and it’s worth your time, regardless of whether you come out of the first one satisfied or not.
Martyrs (Pascal Laugier, 2008) The less said about this film the better. It’s best to let it unfold, let it slosh around in your mind for a while, and see how it sits with you – but I really feel it’s about as high-brow as this genre gets, and while that may not be saying much, it’s still quite the philosophical mind-bender. When Pascal Laugier apologizes that he made the film in the director’s introduction, he isn’t giving you some sort of “Free coffin with admission!” salespitch: He sincerely means it.
Haute Tension (Alexandre Aja, 2003) We might not even know who Aja (director of the
The Hills Have Eyes remake and
Piranha 3D, among others) is today if it weren’t for this film being in the right place at the right time. The impeccably cut
U.S. trailer, scored by Sonic Youth’s notorious recording of “Superstar,” was attached to each and every reel of the surprise hit
Saw, and I’m surely not the only one that it stuck with. The film is something of a gem itself: Cécile De France is a revelation, and the whole experience lives up to its braggadocious title – that is, until the worst third act reveal ever. A sharp IMDB reviewer wasn’t lying when he said “Craven and Hooper would be proud, unfortunately, so would Shyamalan.” But once you have had some time to stew over the terrible twist, hopefully you’ll agree with me that the journey was worth the disappointing destination.
The Devil’s Rejects (Rob Zombie, 2005) This film requires some extra effort on the part of the viewer. First off – it’s best if you haven’t seen any of Zombie’s other film work yet – some of the fish-out-of-water feel of meeting his Askewniverseian reoccurring characters here works well for the film’s unsettling tone. Second, you have to surrender yourself to Zombie’s central conceit: He wants you to root for the bad guys, or this film isn’t going to work. I’m not saying that’s easy, either – the titular Rejects are not likeable people, and they do awful things throughout the film. Zombie has fun (with help from an unhinged William Forsythe) making the sheriff as deplorable as he can, but you still may find it difficult to root for the Rejects as they commit a number of atrocities and evade capture as the film rolls along – but it’s so much fun if you just play along. What makes Zombie’s film so unique is that it has no intentions of wrapping all this bloodshed up in a highfalutin arthouse criticism of the media or a finger-wagging Haneke lecture. He just wants you to see the world through the eyes of his demented characters as they kill their way through to the end credits, or die trying. There’s something so strangely liberating about this film if you’re willing to come along for the ride.
A Serbian Film (Srdjan Spasojevic, 2010) If you feel like you’ll be able to handle it, watch it. There’s smart and responsible social commentary at the helm of this picture, and I still feel it should be lauded for ensuring that no one leaves titillated by what they’ve seen.
A Serbian Film is a well-made, dreadfully uncomfortable piece of work that has a lot to say about the future of our culture’s insatiable thirst for the consumption of hardcore pornography.
Eden Lake (James Watkins, 2008) If mentioning that this first-time directorial effort stars Michael Fassbender isn’t enough for you, um… let’s see. Well, it’s a gorgeously shot film that takes its time to really earn its brutality, and it turns the presence of the usually strong and capable Fassbender on its ear. Along with
Attack the Block, it’s another movie that might startle older folk over how scary ‘hoodies’ are capable of being, but the sharp filmmaking and high stakes ensure that it can overcome that somewhat overblown central conceit.
The Saw Series: Saw (James Wan, 2004); Saw II (Darren Lynn Bousman, 2005); Saw III (Darren Lynn Bousman, 2006); Saw IV (Darren Lynn Bousman, 2007); Saw V (David Hackl, 2008); Saw VI (Kevin Greutert, 2009); Saw 3D [aka Saw: The Final Chapter] (Kevin Greutert, 2010) Much like daytime soap operas – there’s no use in watching just one episode – there’s no use in just watching the first
Saw film and then walking away. Don’t get me wrong: These films are often incredibly stupid, but there’s a thread of insane logic that ties them all together – a sloppy plotline that only gets crazier and more illogical as the films move along. All seven films follow the same serial drama-style format: It’s sort of like watching an episode of
House – you know that he’s going to think he’s got the disease cured, then it’ll get worse, then he’ll cure it for good. Despite the notably repetitious torture chamber formula, if you find yourself perversely drawn to it, there’s no harm in watching them all in succession over one blood drenched weekend. They’re far too silly to be considered irresponsibly violent – or at least, I think they are. A soft recommendation for folks who’re in the mood for an epic movie marathon that satisfies their desire to see a shit-ton of complicated Rube Goldberg-ian setpieces work to surprising levels of success. See also: The
Final Destination series.
Okay, onto my spotlights – going with four films (hope that’s not too much after my somewhat lengthy post leading up to this), and still sticking to my theme of only contributing with films from the last decade if that’s okay with everyone. I just feel like I was pretty limited in the first part by the whole ‘torture porn’ thing, and I’d love to provide some films from the last decade that I don’t feel fit into that distinction:
[•REC] (Jaume Balagueró and Paco Plaza, 2007) Its style has been imitated a whole lot since its release in 2007, but this film is so incredibly original in its approach to some truly frightening material. Don’t see the remake (
Quarantine), and don’t bother with the awful sequel – but watch this film, and be prepared to be terrified. Yeah, I couldn’t sleep after the ending either.
The Ring (Gore Verbinski, 2002) Possibly the silliest concept for a film ever, but Verbinski gets an A+ performance from a totally game Naomi Watts (not to mention a chilling supporting turn by everyone’s favorite supporting actor, Brian Cox), and plays the whole thing straight to dazzling effect. Speaking of slumber-related anecdotes: I slept with my television on for a week after seeing this film, for fear that it’d turn on by itself if I didn’t. If a film can drag that kind of reaction out of a completely rational person, it should at least be worth consideration when you’re compiling your list.
Ils (David Moreau and Xavier Palud, 2006) A less-violent film than other recent don’t-answer-the-door horror flicks,
Ils depends on mind games and a heightened sense of danger rather than heaps of violence to great effect over its razor thin 77 minute runtime. Sure, it all turns out to be lip service for a very silly postscript, but the first time you see it is one hell of an experience.
May (Lucky McKee, 2002) Roger Ebert described Angela Bettis’ performance as Shakespearian in his four-star review of this still-underseen masterpiece, and that is simply not hyperbole no matter how much it seems like it will be. Strange, funny, touching, and sure – frightening –
May is one of the most unexpected surprises to come out in the last decade and you’d be foolish to pass it over. The less you know going in, the better.