Rituals, Ruins, Reckoning and the Roots of Terror: Unearthing the Magic and Madness of Folk Horror.

We don’t go back, because if we go back, we enter a realm of superstition and madness! -Adam Scovell.

“There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true.” – Søren Kierkegaard

Dream the myth onward and give it modern dress -Jung

As Helena P. Blavatsky suggested —No myth is wholesale fable; even fanciful fables hold a grain of truth.

Horror is a disruption of the way you think things should go- horror begins when the world stops behaving the way we believe it should. When the familiar world breaks its contract with us – when people, places, patterns, and events no longer appear to be as they seem. – jo gabriel

INTO THE DARK AND DREADFUL WOODS—Where Folklore Turns Ferally: A Journey Through Folk Horror -From Ancient Ritual to Modern Nightmare

Watching Kier-La Janisse’s Woodlands Dark and Days Bewitched: A History of Folk Horror (2021) cracked something open in me, a mix of awe and recognition. Janisse’s monumental exploration of folk horror doesn’t just teach you about a cinematic mode, which the term may be more apt than calling folk horror a subgenre; it feels like wandering through a haunted library of collective memory, where every story whispers about what we’ve buried and what refuses to stay down. Folk horror is all about that unsettling tension between the old ways and the modern mind, the rural against the urban, nature against reason, the living against what still stirs beneath the soil, dripped like midnight sap from the bones of the land or old wounds that still bleed.

In the play Penda’s Fen (1974), writer David Rudkin gives folk horror one of its most searching principles when the visionary King Penda calls for “our sacred demon of ungovernableness.” His blessing that Stephen become “dark, true, impure and dissonant” rejects the fantasy of a pure, obedient, respectable England, asking instead that he recognize the repressed forces beneath it—sexuality, pagan memory, violence, desire, doubt, and historical conflict, rather than deny it. It applies to folk horror by using England’s buried pagan past and haunted landscape to expose and reject the false purity and conformity of modern authority.

Hauntology names this unsettling sense and sets an atmosphere around the past’s ghostly persistence: the present has failed to detach itself cleanly from the past, the past survives, and something buried continues to exert pressure on contemporary life.

Modern classic …Midsommar. Photograph: A24/Allstar

Coined by Jacques Derrida in Specters of Marx and later developed in cultural criticism by writers including Mark Fisher, the term ‘hauntology describes not simply ‘ghosts’ but the disturbing persistence of what should have disappeared; what lingers after it should be gone—abandoned beliefs, the repressed, colonial violence, unresolved and buried histories, discarded customs, vanished or lost communities, obsolete forms of culture, and even futures that were promised but never arrived. Its question is quieter, though no less unsettling: why does this past still have such power over the present? It’s not necessarily about literal ghosts; it describes the eerie feeling that time has failed to move cleanly forward.

It may include explicitly – witches, cults, sacrifice, supernatural forces, or even a sacrificial god or deities whose authority persists beneath the surface of modern life.

It may have no monster at all; the dread can arise from memory, nostalgia, loss, or temporal dislocation (for example, in Picnic at Hanging Rock 1975)  —where the past never quite stays in the past, and the present begins to feel shaped by something older, stranger, and unresolved -the past, present, and future no longer feel separate, orderly, or stable, as if they have begun to bleed into one another and time feels displaced, repetitive, haunted, or out of joint.

Nigel Kneale, The Stone Tape, BBC, aired 1972

It asks: What ancient force survives here? It asks: Why does this past feel unfinished—and why is it still affecting us? Hauntology gives the folk-horror mode or subgenre a useful language for its particular sense of time- the time that has not passed; it describes the sensation: not simply the survival of old beliefs or rituals, but the uneasy feeling that the past has never properly left.

Peter Weir’s Picnic at Hanging Rock 1975: Temporal dislocation through colonial order meeting an ancient landscape.

In folk horror, the present is “haunted”: a remnant, an afterimage, clings to a field, a village rite, a standing stone, an old song, a ruined church, a bonfire, a May Day procession, a black goat, a strange local custom, a deceptively festive gathering, a tenement hallway, a suburban home, or even a mirror, a forgotten recording, or an old book found in the cellar, making the familiar feel as though it remembers something we do not. These places and objects carry meanings that precede and exceed the outsider who encounters them.

In his 2017 book Folk Horror: Hours Dreadful and Things Strange, Scovell describes a “folk horror chain” built from four connected elements: landscape, isolation, a skewed belief system, and a final “happening” or summoning.

Sam Raimi’s film The Evil Dead 1981 does not follow this pattern in the most traditional way; there is no insular village or community ritual at its center, but it does bend the formula into something leaner, meaner, and considerably bloodier. The remote woods create the landscape; the collapsed bridge turns that setting into a trap; and the skin-bound Book of the Dead and its recorded incantations preserve a buried belief system that the visitors/outsiders unknowingly bring back to life. When they play the tape, the film reaches Scovell’s final link: a supernatural happening that overtakes the cabin, the forest, and eventually the bodies of the people inside it.

Scovell describes landscape as something that isolates characters from the ordinary social world, producing more of a hidden logic at odds with the familiar order of things, and draws them into older, stranger beliefs that end in violence or a supernatural event. That ‘folk horror chain’ fits neatly with Raimi’s The Evil Dead 1981: the remote cabin, hostile woods, ancient text, and the demonic possession it unleashes.

The Evil Dead 1981 cabin: At the edge of an ancient wooded evil, the cabin offers no true refuge; it is the confined threshold where the outside force enters, isolates, and consumes the people inside, and there’s no way back.

The terror lies not only in the possibility that an ancient force has survived, but in the realization that the past remains unfinished: it is still shaping bodies, beliefs, social relationships, and ideas of belonging. And when it makes familiar spaces seem to remember what its characters cannot yet know, it is too late to escape the story those spaces have been keeping alive.

Folk horror returns us to this unruly underside of national identity: a hauntological landscape in which the older world beneath the modern one is never wholly dead, its songs, customs, a legacy of violence, and forbidden desires still murmuring through all these traces and places.

Alan Clarke’s 1974 television film, Penda’s Fen

Penda’s Fen (broadcast in 1974, written by David Rudkin and directed by Alan Clarke) may not be the first film people reach for when they talk about folk horror, but I think it absolutely belongs in the conversation. It has none of the genre’s more familiar machinery: no isolated village turning on a stranger, no masked procession, no final sacrifice staged around a bonfire. What it does have is the familiar folk horror pull of an old landscape and the uneasy feeling that the version of England Stephen has been taught to love is only part of the story.

The past in Penda’s Fen is not some neat evil that can be uncovered and defeated. It keeps breaking through in the hills, in pre-Christian history, in Stephen’s sexuality, religious doubt, national identity that culture prefers to keep out of sight, and in the questions he begins to ask about faith and belonging. That is why the play feels so important to folk horror. It’s not a simple conflict between good and evil. It is not really about a community keeping an old ritual alive; it is about the things a nation tries to tidy away. It works toward the collapse of purity, desire, nationalism, enforced masculinity, religious conformity, contradiction, violence, and doubt, all coming back into view. The BFI places it alongside the folk-horror and folkloric television work that emerged in the late 1960s and 1970s, but what stays with me is how it turns the English pre-Christian past and its landscape into a challenge to the clean, proper version of Englishness Stephen has inherited.

Together, all these things make the familiar uncanny. We often register its persistence through ritual, that ‘landscape’, symbology, and collective memories that linger like ghosts within the present, making familiar places feel charged with that particular reckoning still undone and often an unspeakable legacy.

It all becomes unsettling because it appears to carry an unfinished history into the present. The mode—or subgenre, if that term feels more accurate when you say it- asks not only what ancient force survives, but why that past continues to structure contemporary life. The effect is often this: you look at something ordinary and, all of a sudden, you do not recognize it.

Folk horror is not concerned only with surface scares or ancient rituals. It is interested in the way isolated communities are shaped by inherited customs, collective fears, and sacred prohibitions that can seem irrational from the outside but carry real force within the group.

The films considered here in this essay demonstrate that this haunting need not be limited to an explicitly ancient or pagan past. The Wicker Man 1973 locates it in a revived agrarian religion whose rituals transform Summerisle into a sealed world of sacrificial continuity; Midsommar 2019 reconfigures that model through a contemporary commune that turns grief and emotional belonging into instruments of ritual seduction, initiation, conversion, and control; and Get Out 2017 relocates folk-horror logic to privileged, suspiciously ‘liberal’ America, where racial history persists through the seemingly polite face of doctors, hypnosis, and surgical ‘innovation’, fetishization, ownership, co-optation, and consumption. Together, the films suggest that folk horror’s most enduring specter is not paganism itself, but the recurring ability of communities to disguise violence as tradition, renewal, care, or progress.

In the evolution of Folk Horror in cinema, Chad Crawford Kinkle’s Jug Face (2013) would return to sacrificial logic, depicting an isolated community whose promise of protection depends on surrendering its own people to a sacred pit. Set in an isolated Southern backwoods community in the modern era, Jug Face presents a sacrificial order that has survived alongside the outside world rather than belonging to a safely distant past.

Its deepest horror lies not simply in the power beneath the ground, or ‘the pit,’ but in a social order that has made killing a neighbor an obligation to everyone else. The supernatural threat is real, but the social horror is the conversion of that threat into communal law: someone must die so that everyone else can continue calling the practice protection. It’s a necessary price of collective security.

Folk horror is often about the gulf between what seems familiar and what lies beneath it, between what is imagined and what is real. It does not simply frighten us with phantasms, specters, apparitions, wraiths, curses, or supernatural happenings, nor does it only live or seep in through the soil, the trees, and the old superstitions that cling stubbornly to remote villages.

Some folk-horror stories still unfold in isolated places, where the outside world feels like a distant rumor and local customs carry their own threatening logic, twisted codes, whether pagan rites, occult whispers, or time-worn rituals that blur belief into menace. But the genre can also thrive in modern spaces: suburban homes, institutions, affluent estates, housing blocks, and close-knit communities that make exclusion or cruelty seem natural.

Its visual set pieces do more than decorate those worlds; they make their hidden beliefs visible -physically. A standing stone, a harvest ceremony, a bonfire, a ruined church, or a lone figure in an open field can signal that we have crossed into a place governed by older rules. The landscape is never merely background. It holds a community’s memory and the rituals it has learned to protect or conceal.

In folk horror, the most striking ritual tableaux don’t simply lend a place its uncanny look; they give its beliefs a body, something the characters can gather around, enter, or be offered up to. They show us how belief has been built into ordinary life: where people gather, what they keep, which places they avoid, and what they’re prepared to do when a ritual calls for it. A standing stone or a bonfire matters less as an eerie image on its own than as a clue to the rules everyone seems to know except the newcomer or outsider. The setting begins to feel uneasy because it isn’t just holding a secret; people have arranged their lives around it

What makes folk horror unsettling is not always the supernatural. It is the moment an outsider discovers that a place, a family, or a community is governed by rules they do not understand and cannot easily escape. The collision of rigid, archaic worldviews with the modern, or with the outsider, reveals or exposes that fear is often brewed as much from conviction as from curses. Folk horror may be spun from cultural anxiety, or begin in the wild, dark heart of nature, amid secret ceremonies and shadowed glances, where dread gathers and grows, but it does not end there: its real power lies in the way those forces enter the mind, into an inner world of fear, unsettling memory, identity, desire, coercion and the very sense of what is real.

Rather than treating the past as a fixed pagan relic, the old rites may remain, but so can newer forms of power: class, gender, reproductive control, environmental damage, religious institutions, radicalized histories, medicine, wealth, racial appropriation, therapy, social conformity, gentrification, or the seductive promise of belonging. Now, folk horror is less about the past returning unchanged than about the past’s habits of fear and control finding new places to live.

Here, the forest becomes psychological as well as physical. The forest stops being just a place and becomes something inside us, too. A crowded street can make you feel as alone and as isolating as a moor; a suburban home can preserve and hold onto its own rites of silence, obedience, reverence, and sacrifice. Folk horror does not vanish when it leaves the village; it changes shape.

The folk tradition evolves and adapts rather than disappears—its gods, monsters, and ceremonies come back through the fears of modern life; they re-emerge through the anxieties of the world we live in now. What used to wait beyond the village boundary might now be waiting behind the front door, at the end of the block, or within us – the feeling that, no matter how modern we become, the past never entirely lets us go, and the old beliefs, even with all that progress, have never fully driven the past away.

In film, story often follows what can be most powerfully seen. Every aesthetic choice should lead the way: how a ritual fire burns, how a village appears through mist, how a face is held in silence; it all turns the act of retelling folklore into something visual, sensorial, newly felt and irrevocably transformed: a descent into the tangled roots of fear, culture, and landscape. Cinema does not simply illustrate old stories; it gives them new bodies, new spaces, and new ways of haunting the present. In this sense, the film itself can become folklore, or folk horror: a cinematic mode that thrives in the space between cultural dreaming and psychological unease.

The Babadook 2014 – starring Essie Davis and Samuel Vanek.

At that point, folk horror is no longer just about an isolated setting. The place begins to work on the people inside it—shaping their fears, decisions, memories, and sense of what is real.

If there is a more academic word for that, it is psychogeographic: horror in which the landscape gets inside the mind. Psychogeography is a useful way of describing how a place can get under people’s skin—how a setting affects what they feel and believe. Its landscapes are never passive backdrops, but psychologically charged spaces that influence what characters see, remember, and fear. In folk horror, it makes places feel active rather than atmospheric scenery. A forest, coastline, village, or ruined estate does not simply sit behind the action; it presses on the characters, making them feel isolated and cut off, watched, unsettled, disoriented, or pulled toward a past they do not fully understand. It can hold traces of earlier violence or faith. The land itself can be a psychologically charged “character” that shapes how people perceive the world, confront trauma, and reckon with history.

In this sense, folk horror turns a place into a kind of memory, one that its characters may not fully understand until it begins to shape their choices for them.

Cinema does not merely borrow folklore; it makes folklore visual; landscapes actively rearrange people’s sense of reality; isolation hardens belief; and the genre’s echoes of old fears can move from woods and villages into cities and suburbs.

Swamps and marshlands show up in several folk-horror or folk-horror-adjacent films, especially in Southern Gothic and regional American horror. They work well because they are naturally liminal spaces: neither firm land nor open water, difficult to map, full of decay, and easily imagined as holding old secrets. In these landscapes, old traditions, communal memory, profane rhythms, and buried violence seem to cling to the mud and water, along with the primal fears and desires those earlier worlds have left behind.

As in the Arkansas landscape of The Legend of Boggy Creek 1972 and the Louisiana folk-horror/Southern Gothic tradition of films like The Skeleton Key 2005 and Eve’s Bayou 1997, the latter is more Southern Gothic drama than outright horror, but its folk practices, visions, family secrets, and swamp atmosphere make it very useful for an essay about folklore and haunted regional memory.

Written and directed by Kasi Lemmons, Eve’s Bayou 1997) stars Journee Smollett and Diahann Carroll.

Communities rooted in these places build their own rules around that history: sacred prohibitions, shared rituals, collective anxieties, and sometimes a kind of group hysteria that can make cruelty feel necessary or even holy. In that kind of world, the past is not simply remembered; it becomes a living pressure, deciding what must be feared, what must be protected, and who belongs and who can be sacrificed for the community to endure.

Adam Scovell’s “folk horror chain” gives this pattern a useful structure. Landscape creates the conditions in which isolation deepens; isolation lets unusual belief systems take hold and harden; and those beliefs eventually lead to a final ritual, an act of violence, or a supernatural “happening” that feels both shocking and, by that point, disturbingly inevitable.

The Wicker Man 1973 makes that final “happening” visible not as a private act, but as communal performance. When you think of The Wicker Man, you hear the island’s songs, watch the maypole dance, the animal-masked procession, and the final wicker effigy create a bright, communal spectacle that becomes steadily more disturbing because everyone seems to understand the ritual except the outsider. By the time the wicker effigy burns against the open sky, the film has transformed familiar images of rural festivity into the visible machinery of communal sacrifice.

Consider The Blood on Satan’s Claw 1971, where empty fields, tangled woods, and the discovery of something unnatural in the earth turn the countryside itself into the source of something dark closing in, something evil. These films use pageantry and place to let dread build in plain sight, long before the horror is fully revealed.

The genre’s migration is not simply a matter of replacing the countryside with the city; folk horror does not remain safely buried in the soil or confined to one kind of landscape; it follows the road outward: moving into urban and suburban spaces, those forces do not disappear; they lose their most recognizable signs. Each setting gives the genre a different pressure point.

Folklore may no longer announce itself through a village elder or a stone circle. Instead, it is carried through private rituals, neighborhood codes, inherited prejudices, and institutions whose authority and quiet violence make their beliefs seem ordinary. From the isolated hamlet to the industrial town, from the country house to the suburban cul-de-sac, from the ancient grove to the apartment block and neon-lit street. The old world is not erased by modernity; so much as bury it beneath concrete, traffic, modern routines, and the ordinary spaces of everyday life.

Candyman 1992 starring Kasi Lemmons and Virginia Madsen.

What changes is not the genre’s underlying fear, but its setting and how it evolves as a form of power. In contemporary folk horror, the old rite is often no longer a public ceremony performed in a field. The old ways do not survive merely as relics; they reappear as patterns of coercion and control, producing an altered moral order in which exploitation can seem normal, necessary, or even benevolent. The final violent or uncanny revelation or eruption does not create that order so much as reveal it. Folk horror makes people confront a local order. Whether characters are outsiders, insiders, estranged from their own community – whose logic is difficult to understand, challenge, or escape- drawn in, shut out, or simply trapped, the horror begins when the rules of the world around them can no longer be trusted.

Cinema gives folklore a visual, repeatable body: the burning wicker effigy, the masked procession, the slow turning of the soil that reveals old bones, or a fleeting shadow passing across a face at the moment fear and recognition collide.

These images are not illustrations of folklore so much as its afterlife: they give old fears a body, a rhythm, and a way of returning. They preserve and remake the fears, desires, and inherited memories that folklore carries. —an art form able to give old anxieties a body, a sound, and a sequence of images that we carry with us.

Folklore thrives on memory, and cinema is memory made stone. A local myth may once have warned people against wandering too far into the woods after dark; the folk horror film lets us see what happens when you do.

In folk horror, terror is never abstract; it is made local. It grows from a particular place: where the environment is made tangible through its streets or open land, the habits people live by, the history they would rather leave buried, and the strange feeling that one corner of the world is holding onto something. Those details carry on.

In its later forms, as folk horror moves beyond its classic British landscapes, it does not abandon the force of place; it redistributes it, appearing wherever a place can hold its own habits, pressures, and buried logic, each giving folklore a different way to surface. The genre becomes a language of dread that can travel far beyond its point of origin.

In muddy, strangling woods and sacrificial pits, schools, academies, and other enclosed institutions, those swamps and bayous, juke joints, housing projects, and suburbs. Filmmakers working with both expansive visions and stripped-down means turn local material into a more widely felt unease, allowing each setting to shape the particular form that dread takes.

Forests, villages, standing stones, and fields lead naturally toward The Wicker Man, The Blood on Satan’s Claw, and A Field in England. Along the coast, Whistle and I’ll Come to You, Night Tide, Messiah of Evil, and The Lighthouse turn the shoreline—its distancing vantage point opening onto vast exposure—into a threshold between isolation and the unknown.

Swamps and marshlands bring folk horror as well as the Southern Gothic territory in works such as Strangler of the Swamp 1946, The Legend of Boggy Creek 1972, and The Skeleton Key, released in 2005, set in the Louisiana bayou country, where regional history, spiritual unease, and local belief seep into the landscape.

The ruined estate in Eye of the Devil 1966 redirects that unease toward inherited privilege, secrecy, and decay. In urban and suburban works—including Get Out 2017, Bernard Rose’s 1992 Candyman, Nia DaCosta’s 2021 sequel Candyman, and Luca Guadagnino’s 2018 Suspiria—the cul-de-sac, apartment block, and neon-lit city street become new sites of enclosure, ritual, and collective fear, with their connection to Cabrini-Green, gentrification, racialized urban history, and the past imposing on the present. In Suspiria, the dance academy stands in the shadow of the Berlin Wall, its private rites unfolding in a city already divided against itself.

What changes is not the genre’s underlying fear, but how it evolves as a form of power. In contemporary folk horror, the old rite is often no longer a public ceremony performed in a field. The old ways do not survive merely as relics; they reappear as patterns of control, producing altered moral orders in which exploitation can seem normal, necessary, or even benevolent. The final violent or uncanny event does not create that order so much as reveal it.

Folk horror keeps finding new life through filmmakers with grand visions and bare-bones inventiveness alike—artists who can take one local story, one half-remembered warning, a story told in one town, or in one family or one patch of ground with a bad reputation and widen its reach without emptying it of place. What begins as someone else’s superstition becomes a universal unease and fascination: not because the story loses its specificity, but because its particular fears expose the structures, impulses, and vulnerabilities that travel with us.

The demon mask from Onibaba 1964.

Visual shorthand gives folk horror much of its power. The films are shaped by the logic of a nightmare; images that communicate a whole history or feeling before the film has to explain it. Folk horror will show us something slightly off—a room arranged too carefully, a recurring symbol, or a face held too long in silence – and we instinctively understand that there is a rule at work we have not been told. It can suggest an entire history of belief and threat without the film ever spelling it out.

That is where the logic of a nightmare comes in. Dreams do not always give us a clear cause and effect; they make us feel that something is wrong first, then leave us trying to catch up. In A Field in England 2013, a group of deserters crosses a mushroom or fairy ring, and the ordinary landscape begins to feel trapped, unstable, and hostile. The field does not need to announce what it is doing: the film’s stark black-and-white imagery, repetition, and disorientation make the land feel like an inescapable state of mind.

A Field in England does use black-and-white cinematography, repetition, hallucinogenic mushrooms, and deliberately disorienting editing/structure to make the field feel psychologically inescapable.

Folk horror is not one fixed thing: it can be a pagan sacrifice, a witch hunt, a curse in the soil, or a community whose traditions have become a little too sacred to question.

Films like Häxan (1922), Witchfinder General (1968), The Blood on Satan’s Claw (1971), The Devils (1971), The Witch (2015), and Midsommar 2019 all arrive at that dread from different directions, but each leaves its characters at the mercy of an older belief system—or the people determined to enforce it.

In films like The Wicker Man (1973) and Candyman (1992), folklore does not just warn; it immortalizes, giving dread shape, sound, and color. The vegetation, the costumes, the procession, the rituals, the graffiti-covered walls, and vivid urban decay- all the visual textures- become folklore’s new language.

Tony Todd: “They will say I have shed innocent blood,” a voice rises from the thick, golden murmur of the bees’ music, “What’s blood for, if not for shedding?”

By showing rather than telling, these films conjure myths that feel tangible, offering us a way to see the intangible and to carry it forward in our imagination. Folk horror is global and adaptable. But Cinema doesn’t just adapt folklore; it mutates it. Once a tale is filtered through the camera’s eye, edited for rhythm and beauty and dread, it becomes a new myth altogether, one that now belongs as much to cinema as it once did to oral tradition. Once a director builds the world of a folk tale on screen, it leaves the folkloric cycle and enters another form of storytelling. The camera doesn’t just record the myth; it creates its next life.

The common perception that folk horror originated solely in a British frame stems mainly from the prominence of what scholars call the “Unholy Trinity” of British folk horror films—Witchfinder General 1968, The Blood on Satan’s Claw 1971, and The Wicker Man 1973, which so vividly defined the genre in the late 1960s and early 1970s. These works first crystallized the genre’s mood of pastoral dread and moral decay. Whether it’s the sacrificial ecstasy of The Wicker Man or the earthy corruption of The Blood on Satan’s Claw, Piers Haggard’s film links folk horror’s key images to the social frictions of their times: Or the quiet despair of Witchfinder General, which captures, too realistically, Vincent Price’s calculating and sadistic portrayal of Matthew Hopkins. These films feel like glimpses into dispatches from the hidden corners of our collective imagination and the pagan revivalism of the 1970s.

It is important to recognize that focusing solely on folk horror rooted in British genre cinema would miss the rich, parallel traditions flourishing across the world. Filmmakers worldwide have tapped into their own myths, rituals, psychological undercurrents, mental reverberations, and landscapes to tell stories that are just as haunting and culturally resonant.

When you look beyond the British frame, folk horror reveals itself not as a neat, localized genre but as a sprawling global conversation about fear, folklore, and our deep connection to the land and the past. These films all circle something timeless and refuse to freeze folk horror in one particular world. Familiar tropes of isolated communities and archaic societal rules—hallmarks of classic British folk horror—are reworked to explore contemporary themes of sexuality, faith, and oppression, drawing from a deep and varied well of culture and myth that reaches far beyond its British roots.

Folk horror isn’t confined to a single place or tradition; it’s a pervasive, universal phenomenon that manifests across cultures and centuries, reflected in the diverse visions of filmmakers from Czech forest legends to Russian superstitions, Mexican archetypes, and Italian Catholicism’s collision with superstition. These films don’t just evoke fear; they invite us to confront the shadows cast by history, myth, and identity, crafting stories that feel both timeless and intensely personal, a cinematic reflection of a culture wrestling with its own folklore and collective memory.

Valerie and Her Week of Wonders 1970.

There are Australian haunting folk tales like Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975), directed by Peter Weir. While generally regarded as an Australian Gothic or mystery-fantasy film, it also fits comfortably within the folk-horror sensibility. It doesn’t overtly feature the supernatural, but it does embody the atmosphere and themes that define folk horror—mystic landscapes, colonial unease, and the uncanny merging of nature and psyche.

Lokis. Rokopis profesora Wittembacha or Lokis: A Manuscript of Professor Wittembach, Janusz Majewski’s Polish folk-horror film set in nineteenth-century Lithuania, is an eerie atmospheric classic that draws on local folklore surrounding Count Micha Szemioth, whom villagers suspect was born after his mother, a noblewoman, was attacked—and perhaps impregnated—by a bear.

Classic Japanese folk horror often centers on themes of women’s revenge, weaving haunting narratives where wronged female spirits or witches, like those in Kuroneko 1968, Onibaba 1964, and Kwaidan 1964, embody both sorrow and vengeance, reflecting deep cultural beliefs about injustice, the supernatural, and the enduring power of the feminine in folklore and cinema.

A major strand of classic Japanese ghost and folk-horror cinema often centers on or returns to the wronged woman whose suffering takes supernatural form. In films such as Kuroneko, Onibaba, and Masaki Kobayashi’s Kwaidan, female figures are bound to folk belief, desire, violence, grief, and retribution—though each film approaches those concerns differently. The vengeful female spirit, or onryo, is an especially enduring presence in Japanese horror, linking supernatural terror to women’s suffering and social injustice. Kuroneko clearly involves murdered women returning as avenging demon cats, and female onryo are a major recurring figure. But Onibaba is not chiefly a story of a vengeful female spirit, while Kwaidan is an anthology with several kinds of supernatural tales, not exclusively women’s revenge.

Czech folk horror films, with their blend of raw naturalism and deep roots in Slavic paganism and local superstition, explore themes of human vulnerability against nature’s mystique, the haunting pull of ancient rituals, and the fragile boundary between societal order and primal chaos. They showcase the distinct voice of Czech filmmakers during a politically turbulent era, but also contribute richly to the broader European folk horror. Films like Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970), a surreal, fairy-tale-like horror film, conjure puberty, sexuality, and witchcraft with a dreamlike aesthetic.

Jaromil Jireš’s Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970), a late Czechoslovak New Wave work, filters fairy-tale forms, local folklore, Catholic imagery, and what Criterion calls a “pagan lyricism” through surrealism. Its dreamlike world of eroticism, religious anxiety, and predatory authority explores Valerie’s sexual awakening and entrance into womanhood, blurring the boundary between childhood fantasy and adult menace.

Drawing on the Czech fairy-tale tradition, the film combines witchcraft, vampiric lore, a sinister priest, and a pagan-inflected coming-of-age symbolism; Valerie’s magical pearl earrings—emblems of femininity read by Criterion as flower-shaped emblems of femininity- repeatedly shield her from harm.

Czech and Czechoslovak folk-horror-adjacent cinema is not a defined genre, but films working in this register can reflect the political repression and cultural uncertainty that followed the Prague Spring. The broader Czechoslovak New Wave had flourished during the 1960s before the Soviet-led invasion of August 1968 ended the liberalizing period and ushered in “normalization.” Valerie was made and released during that early period.

In this context, Jireš uses the familiar fairy-tale form to create a relatively acceptable cultural surface for a surreal, erotic, Gothic encounter with folklore, while also offering an unsettling critique of authority and social norms under the fairy tale’s protective guise. This allowed him to approach sexuality, religion, and predatory and coercive power through cinematic fantasy: fairy tales could appear politically harmless to censors, even as Jireš lets darker pressures take shape around sexual coming of age, religious authority, and social power. The pohádka tradition was widely regarded as culturally safe and politically inoffensive under the Communist regime.

That framing does not mean the film escaped censorship altogether, nor did it evade official disapproval; after its October 1970 premiere, a review in the Communist Party newspaper Rudé právo condemned it as excessively arty, and Barrandov executives later prevented it from representing Czechoslovakia at the 1971 Sydney Film Festival.

Although Swedish director Ingmar Bergman’s The Seventh Seal (1957) is not usually classified as a conventional horror film, it can be understood as an important precursor to folk horror, with its existential dread laying the groundwork, along with its influential aesthetic.

Set in bleak, rural, plague-ravaged medieval Sweden, the film combines a harsh rural landscape with religious terror, superstition, witch-hunting, and the heavy literal presence of Death. Its unforgettable witch-burning sequence especially exposes how fear of disease and mortality can produce scapegoating and humanity’s instinct for collective violence. Bergman’s world moves uneasily between physical reality and bleak nightmare: the plague, penitential processions, belief in the Devil, and Death’s ominous figure all make the landscape feel spiritually as well as physically hostile. The film therefore anticipates later folk horror’s interest in folklore, ritual, fear, and communities attempting to make sense of catastrophe through belief.

The BFI has identified The Seventh Seal as part of Bergman’s influential contribution to folk-horror aesthetics, alongside The Virgin Spring (1960). Adam Scovell noted that Bergman nailed certain folk-horror elements long before the genre took off. The film’s “boundary […] ever shifting within his self-created hinterland, shrouded in twilight, with fear and fantasy in constant collision” describes Bergman’s world, where reality and nightmare blur, especially with the creeping plague, the ominous Grim Reaper, and medieval fears, which resonates strongly with folk horror’s dark heart.

The Literary Shadows Behind Folk Horror

Folk horror in literature and fiction forges new paths through the foundational landscapes of old legends, reinterpreting their timeless themes. They construct entirely new stories that resonate with the enduring echoes of ancient myths. Folk horror films adapted from these stories take those ancient, shadowy fears and spin them into brand-new tales that still hum with the power of something primal and timeless. Think about Bram Stoker’s Dracula, published in 1897 and adapted to the screen in 1931 by Tod Browning, starring the gravely debonair Bela Lugosi; it didn’t just repackage the vampire myth; it drenched it in Victorian dread and Gothic mystique, creating a story that feels at once classic and electrifyingly fresh. Then there’s Nosferatu, the silent film directed by F.W. Murnau, which was released in 1922.

Max Schreck’s performance as Count Orlok in Nosferatu (1922) is captivating and otherworldly. He embodies an eerie, unsettling presence that became iconic for silent horror cinema; his energy on screen is distinctively grotesque and mesmerizing, and his stiff, unnatural movements and uncanny vibe make him feel like a creeping shadow come to life.

Nosferatu was actually an unauthorized adaptation of Stoker’s Dracula, with altered names and some plot changes to avoid copyright infringement, but it was heavily inspired by the novel’s vampire mythos, haunting us with eerie visuals that twist folklore into something uniquely chilling.

To me, folk horror stays alive through adaptation: each return from novel or short story to the screen is a magical mix that lets old worlds meet new nightmares and pulls us in like a flame that draws a moth through the darkness.

Werner Herzog’s Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979) turns the tale into a solemn, plague-haunted folk nightmare, with Klaus Kinski’s Count Dracula emerging from the Carpathian landscape like an ancient contagion rather than a conventional gothic seducer. Isabelle Adjani brings an eerie stillness to Lucy Harker, Bruno Ganz plays the doomed Jonathan, and Roland Topor supplies a feverish Renfield; Herzog’s measured pacing, misty mountain passages, and swarms of rats make the vampire feel inseparable from old-world superstition, disease, and the land itself.

Robert Eggers’s Nosferatu (2024) goes a bit deeper into the folklore: Bill Skarsgård’s Count Orlok is conceived not as a polished aristocrat but as a decaying, and I do mean rotting, corpse-like Transylvanian folk vampire, while Lily-Rose Depp’s haunted Ellen and Nicholas Hoult’s Thomas Hutter stand at the center of the film’s erotic dread and spiritual ruin. Visually, Eggers creates a dense, candlelit world of curses, rural ritual, pestilence, and old beliefs that refuse to yield to modern reason. He has said his approach drew on historical accounts of the “folk vampire,” imagining what a dead Transylvanian nobleman might have looked like within that belief tradition.

Folk horror has a much broader literary family tree than vampire fiction. Its sources include ghost stories, weird fiction, witch-trial accounts, fairy tales, pagan-revival literature, and novels where rural places preserve beliefs the modern world assumes have disappeared. M. R. James, Arthur Machen, Algernon Blackwood, and Alan Garner are especially useful writers.

Long before folk horror became a film label, H. P. Lovecraft was turning rural New England into a landscape of inherited fear. In The Dunwich Horror, an isolated village, a disgraced family, forbidden ritual knowledge, and local stories about whippoorwills —Dunwich residents fear “the numerous whippoorwills” and believe those birds are psychopomps—beings that wait for the souls of dying people- as they gather, making the countryside feel less pastoral than watchful. The horror comes not only from an ancient creature Wilbur summons, but from the suspicion that the land has been keeping an older faith alive beneath the surface of ordinary life.

H. P. Lovecraft is especially interesting in the American literary route into folk horror rather than only a British Gothic one. He is not folk horror in every story, though; Lovecraft is usually classified as cosmic horror because his central fear is humanity’s insignificance before ancient, unknowable forces. But stories such as “The Dunwich Horror” (1928), “The Color Out of Space” (1927), “The Shadow over Innsmouth” (1936), and “The Festival” (1925) often work like folk horror: they place forbidden practices, local legends, inherited corruption, rural or coastal isolation, and ancient entities inside distinctly regional New England settings. Lovecraft’s fictional “country”—Arkham, Dunwich, Innsmouth, and Kingsport—draws on New England geography, Puritan history, witchcraft lore, decaying seaports, and invented local tradition.

The Shadow Over Innsmouth draws on the idea of a closed community. Its decaying Massachusetts port is effectively a sealed local world: outsiders are watched, local history is hidden, and the town’s religious or cultural life is organized around an ancient pact with inhuman sea beings. The narrator arrives as an outsider looking for local color and history, then discovers that the community’s survival depends on a hereditary arrangement that has literally transformed its people. The outsider arrives, the town withholds something, and inherited tradition becomes a living, dangerous social order. Lovecraft’s invented New England settings draw heavily on regional history and folklore, though they are also shaped by his racist and xenophobic worldview—a context worth acknowledging if I were to discuss him at length.

Lovecraft’s Innsmouth is a folk-horror town before folk horror had a name: a decaying coastal community held together by secrecy, inheritance, and an old bargain that outsiders are not meant to see.

M. R. James is probably one of the strongest and cleanest examples—not Lovecraft. His stories regularly use a structure that folk horror loves: Cursed Texts, Buried Relics, and Closed Communities. A rational, often educated outsider enters an old or isolated place. They treat local history as an object to be collected, translated, excavated, or explained. They find a relic: a whistle, crown, manuscript, carving, or burial site. The relic connects them to an older force that does not want to be rationally explained. The surrounding landscape becomes hostile, secretive, or spiritually charged.

Folk horror’s literary history is not only a history of vampires and Gothic castles. In M. R. James’s ghost stories, a rational visitor discovers that an old object or forgotten site still carries a force modern knowledge cannot contain. Television adaptations such as Whistle and I’ll Come to You and A Warning to the Curious turned James’s coastal ruins, buried relics, and uneasy scholars into some of the form’s clearest early screen images.

For example, in James’s Oh, Whistle and I’ll Come to You, My Lad, Professor Parkins finds a whistle near a supposed Knights Templar burial ground on the coast. He ignores the Latin warning engraved on it, blows it, and summons a spectral presence that follows him from the beach to his hotel. Jonathan Miller’s 1968 television adaptation makes the East Anglian coast integral to the fear: wind, sand, empty rooms, and the sense that the landscape has recorded something the visitor cannot read. M. R. James helped establish one of folk horror’s central plots: the modern investigator who mistakes the past for an object of study, only to discover that the past is still alive.

Before folk horror became associated with pagan villages and rural ritual, M. R. James’s “Casting the Runes” established one of its most enduring fears: that beneath the surface of modern, rational life, ancient knowledge can still be used to curse, pursue, and destroy—an idea powerfully brought to the screen in Jacques Tourneur’s Curse of the Demon (1957).

Meanwhile, The Wicker Man, loosely inspired by David Pinner’s Ritual, transformed the novel’s crucial narrative structure- an outsider entering a self-contained community whose traditions are not quaint survivals, but instruments of vitality and fertility. A remote community whose traditions conceal coercion and sacrifice—into the defining dramatic arrangement of 1970s British folk horror: a confrontation between modern rational authority and an older communal order organized around power, regeneration, and continuance.

This genre doesn’t merely project pagan rituals or old superstitions; it’s really about untying the knots made out of the tangled relationships between people, places, and memories- a living archive holding onto stories and revealing how tradition and inherited belief can speak of histories of oppression, inheritance, and those deep, often unsettling, connections that shape who we are.

Folk horror can be seen as a living cultural organism, sometimes forged by the colonial imagination, of resistance, reflecting how cultures hold onto their identities through stories of survival and rebellion, and is haunted by its byproducts.

From Kwaidan 1964

That’s what I want to celebrate this Halloween, not just the jump scares or nostalgia, but that magnetic pull that folk horror exerts on the soul. Its images of fog-drenched moors, whispered incantations, and half-forgotten villages remind us that horror isn’t always about monsters; it’s about memory, about roots. So, with some trailers —tiny cinematic offerings-and some visual cues, I want to invite everyone to peer into that same earthy darkness, to feel the chill where myth and history meet.

After all, as Woodlands Dark so beautifully reminds us, the scariest stories often grow right out of our own backyard. Like a curious archaeologist uncovering bones of old fears, brushing off the dirt to show how our favorite scary stories are like roots in the same soil as our myths and origins.

As Halloween approaches, I keep thinking: what better theme to honor than this eerie conversation between land, legend, and fear? It’s made me want to turn my October into a lantern-lit path through the strange countryside, and a familiar suburb or city made strange and unsettled by dread that can be found in folk horror, where I can share those glimpses through the tease of trailers- as if fairy-light snippets, moments that lure us off the main road and into the thicket, caught in the breath between dusk and dawn.

If you’re ready to dive into the shadowy and mysterious world of folk horror films, here’s a carefully curated list of must-watch titles to get you started—because exploring folk horror is like opening a cinematic treasure chest full of ancient rituals, eerie landscapes, and chilling tales that will leave you both mesmerized and a little bit uneasy. Whether you’re a seasoned fan or just curious, these films offer a perfect window into the mode or subgenre’s haunting magic and rich storytelling tradition.

 

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MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #139 TAM LIN 1970 & QUEENS OF EVIL 1970

TAM LIN 1970 

Directed by actor Roddy McDowall in his sole foray behind the camera, Tam Lin is a British proto-folk-horror curio that swirls together psychedelic decadence with supernatural myth. The luminous Ava Gardner commands the screen as Michaela Cazaret, a wealthy and mysterious socialite empress who lures a group of young jet-setters, led by Ian McShane, into her orbit.

Gardener moves through the screen like a fairy queen, particularly in the film’s lush or naturalistic scenes, in long dresses, diaphanous fabrics, and an air of free-spirited glamour that reflects the era’s trend toward organic elegance. It’s a wild collision of Ossie Clark-Celia Birtwell-style designs, swinging Sixties and early Seventies London fashion, mood, and music, and groovy-mod ideology. Tam Lin shimmers with the cool, rebellious vibe of the counterculture social scene, a world of restless elegance, playful glamour, and defiant grace. Beneath this lively surface runs an ambiguous supernatural undercurrent, hinting that Michaela ‘Mickey’ Cazaret might be more than just a temptress—perhaps a powerful sorceress in disguise. It’s this blend of Tam Lin’s high society sparkling whimsy, untroubled spirit, and the whisper of mysterious magic that gives the film its haunting edge.

When Gardner’s chosen muse, Tom, falls for an innocent outsider, Janet Ainsley, played by Stephanie Beacham,  jealousy and mysticism unwind into a sensuous, ritualistic vengeance. With its dreamy visuals, contemporary fashion, and flashes of mod opulence, the film pulses with the shifting energy of the early 70s. Gardner’s icy glamour and bubbling sensuality, and the supporting cast’s youthful allure (including a young Joanna Lumley), merge into a wicked fairytale, one poised between Swinging London’s twilight and the rise of folk horror.

Queens of Evil (1970) / Le Regine

Tonino Cervi’s Queens of Evil wraps a countercultural phantasmagoria in fairy-tale velvet and giant hunks of glutinous cakes, featuring Haydée Politoff, Silvia Monti, and Ida Galli as one of three enchanting femmes fatales. Ray Lovelock’s free-spirited, mythically gorgeous hippie David stumbles into their decadent woodland retreat, a virtual garden of Eden, a trap of enticements, after a fateful run-in with the law, and soon finds paradise is lined with danger, temptation, and ominous glamour. The film’s a mesmerizing blend of psychedelic and pastoral elements, with strong influences from late 1960s flourishes and ethereal high fashion; Queens of Evil’s look blends these traits with supernatural and Gothic touches to create a unique cinematic style. Ray Lovelock’s gruesome fate strikes with a brutal revelation, but in truth, it’s the inevitable price of his surrender to a false paradise. Lured by seductive pleasures and beguiling witches, Lovelock’s free-spirited wanderer is gradually ensnared, lulled into a dream world where danger lurks beneath the surface. His fate is sealed by the film’s twist climax, a dark reckoning that turns paradise into a cage, and leaves him to pay in full for mistaking enchantment for freedom.

Tam Lin and Queens of Evil’s legacy lingers in its hazy, surreal blending of psychedelic visuals, Gothic elegance, and sexual rebellion: Both films capture the stylish unease and provocative edge of early 70s European horror, with iconic and cult actresses striding through set pieces as lush as they are strange. If you’re a fan of retro fashion, mythic intrigue, the singular charisma of Gardner, the three evocative muses, and the dangerously sexy lure of cult hunk Ray Lovelock, these movies should not be missed, especially if you’re drawn to offbeat, transgressive cinema of the decadent and the beautiful, oh yeah, and the horror of it all.

The full features are below if you want to venture further!

TAM LIN 1970 & BABA YAGA 1973 – Ava Gardner & Carroll Baker: THE FAERIE QUEEN" & VALENTINA'S DREAM: Two Hollywood icons in search of mythology. Part 1

THE PRICE OF DECADENCE AND LIBERATION: Seduction and Isolation: A Dual Journey Through Queens of Evil 1970 and L’Avventura 1960 Part 1

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MonsterGirl’s 150 Days of Classic Horror #130 The Sentinel 1977

THE SENTINEL 1977

Menagerie of the Damned: Friendships Blossom into Bliss… and the Terror of Hell.

For this piece on The Sentinel, I bent the rules a bit and dove deeper into this richly evocative ’70s horror classic.

When it comes to high-style, high-concept horror, Michael Winner’s The Sentinel (1977) stands as one of the most gloriously Gothic, unapologetically weird entries in the satanic-cinema boom of the late 1970s. Winner, already infamous for the brutal vigilante drama Death Wish 1974, here dials into a different kind of urban anxiety, adapting Jeffrey Konvitz’s 1974 novel into a feverish vision of damnation in New York. In Winner’s hands, the film’s Manhattan is shot by cinematographer Richard C. Kratina (Love Story 1970, Hair 1979: as co-director of photography, he helped create the vibrant, kinetic look for Milos Forman’s celebrated musical) with a chilly, sinister glide, through an urban canvas looming, all painting the city as both cradle of activity and crucible for the unknowable. The camera cloaks the notable Brooklyn brownstone in a pall of urban eeriness, using cold, angled light and creeping shadows to transform ordinary spaces into sites of mounting supernatural dread. Through his lens, even the sunlit city feels haunted, every corridor, staircase, and window glows with an uneasy beauty, crafting an atmosphere where menace and melancholy seem to exist side by side in every frame.

At the threshold of every great horror story stands a question not merely of fear, but of meaning, of what darkness reveals when it seeps into the familiar cracks of ordinary life. I look at The Sentinel as a horror film that opens its doors with precisely this kind of haunted, contemplative invitation, conjuring a world where the elegant facades and quiet entranceways of a city brownstone conceal mysteries far older than brick and stone. Here, the boundaries between the mundane and the metaphysical are perilously thin; the resonance of New York is muted just enough for you to hear the anxious throb of something uncanny beneath the surface.

When we enter the film, we step into an atmosphere dense with ambiguity and unease, where each shadow seems charged with odd memories and carries the weight of unspeakable secrets. The brownstone breathes these infernal secrets. What greater terror, after all, than to find the gates to Hell nestled within the heart of the everyday, demanding the kind of solitary vigilance that feels less like heroism than existential punishment?

The Sentinel invites us to ponder the price of such knowledge, how being chosen as a guardian against darkness might not be about elevating the soul, but isolating and hollowing it out, leaving it beyond comparison and perpetually at the boundaries between worlds. The film echoes the panic and disbelief that defined 1970s horror cinema’s descent into urban circles of Hell.

Winner’s urban Gothic does more than deliver shocks, though there are plenty of them; it reflects a deep anxiety about our place in the universe, about the lives lived at the edge of community, sanity, and faith. So it could be said that The Sentinel isn’t only a story of supernatural terror, but a meditation on loneliness, duty, and the unending search for meaning when confronted with the void, and the threat of eternal torment. If every building carries a history, then some—like this one—harbor a kind of ancient sorrow, making every window (just as the blind Carradine’s vigil at the window suggests) the eyes to its soul and flickering light, a silent plea for understanding and redemption in a world forever poised between damnation and deliverance.

Liturgies for the Damned: Gil Mellé’s Sonic Gatekeeping: at the Threshhold of Perdition: the Liminal Soundworld of The Sentinel

What really sets the tone for me is Gil Mellé’s score, which seeps through the film like an unquiet spirit, part spectral lullaby, part urban siren song. Having been a fan of his for as long as I can remember, his music weaves a shimmering lattice of sound that perfectly mirrors the brownstone’s haunted facade and Alison Parker’s unraveling mind. Mellé’s music presses in at the edges. He has a particular affinity for unusual timbres and textures,  sometimes electronically, to produce tones that are at once mournful and ominous. Especially muted trumpets, and mellow French horns, and other horn-like voices, not in lush romantic arrangements, but in eerie, fragmented phrases that hang in the air or stab through the ambience with uncanny clarity.

For The Sentinel, Mellé created a soundscape in which brass instruments play a crucial role in setting the film’s unsettling mood. They echo through the brownstone and the cityscape, almost like fanfares from another world. The result is a mood both sacred and profane—a sonic invocation that swells and recedes like the tide between two worlds.

The cast delivers the sort of glorious ensemble only the ’70s could summon. Cristina Raines plays fashion model Alison Parker, whose performance is a blend of fragile resolve and underlying trauma, threading innocence with a raw, haunted intensity, centering the madness. But it’s the supporting gallery of characters that adds a sense of darkness, decadence, color, and slightly intoxicating; the whole vibe is a claret-soaked treat.

Every haunted house needs more than a single specter—it demands a cast of true oddities, and The Sentinel delivers a menagerie both bizarre and oddly magnetic. At the vortex of this strange apartment building is Burgess Meredith’s gleefully devilish Charles Chazen, the kind of neighbor whose first invitation (“Friendships blossom into bliss, Miss Parker!”) lands somewhere between sincere welcome and seductive threat. Chazen pirouettes through the brownstone like a satanic maître d’, orchestrating parties that are as uncanny as the company, spouting lines with twinkling cheer that somehow chill the blood as much as amuse. His presence infects every room with a puckish menace, turning a simple “blossoming friendship” into a prelude for something far darker.

Chazen is, by turns, ingratiating and menacing, flouncing through scenes in ice-cream suits and throwing parties where quips, cats, and the grotesque collide. Meredith’s Chazen is the brownstone’s gleeful corrupter, frosting dread with a cherry of gallows humor. Meredith is one of the film’s most exquisite threads of macabre humor; it is the source of the sly, devilish current pulsing beneath the growing menace. His offbeat charm and mischievously theatrical style punctuate the unease; he prances and preens through the film as the puckish, sprightly cat-lover who treats Alison like his favorite new plaything.

Charles Chazen, a neighbor whose devilish foppery makes him unforgettable. He’s arch, impish, and deeply unsettling; the kind of old man who throws a cat’s birthday party and seems genuinely delighted by all the mischief that would entail. When he speaks, his voice lilts, like music ringing through the building’s shadows.

Witness Mr. Burgess Meredith, a charter member in the fraternity of dreamers.

But Meredith is not alone in shaping this brownstone’s macabre ecosystem. The Sentinel unleashes an entire carnival of cracked souls, each rendered in a key of high strangeness and giddy discomfort. So, let’s not forget the other great character actors who populate the film’s universe.

Flanking Meredith is Eli Wallach as the pragmatic, skeptical, and world-weary Detective Gatz, a bewildered police detective. Wallach, bristling with New York cop energy as Gatz, teams up with the ever-watchful Christopher Walken’s Lieutenant Rizzo. Walken has a turn as Wallach’s taciturn, observant partner. Their procedural banter and suspicion add noir edges to the supernatural fog, always a few steps behind the building’s sinister design.

Ava Gardner, old Hollywood glamour personified, a magnetic presence, striking green eyes, and a bold, free-spirited style, plays the elusive Miss Logan, the icy, fashionable real estate agent. Gardner’s Miss Logan glides through the film with eerie poise, peddling apartments and vague reassurances in equal measure.

Then there’s a parade of old Hollywood and character-actor royalty—Martin Balsam plays Professor Ruzinsky, the absent-minded classics professor and eccentric Latin translator. And Sylvia Miles. Miles and Beverly D’Angelo’s unsettling duo, Gerde and Sandra, flutter through scenes with a predatory languor. One coos, the other nearly silent, their presence hovering between comic farce and menacing opacity. Their uncomfortable, wordless seduction of Alison leaves us as off-balance as anyone in the apartment.

Arthur Kennedy shuffles in as the weary, pragmatic priest, offering cryptic counsel with the heavy-lidded wisdom of someone who’s seen too much. And then, orbiting at the peripheries, is Jeff Goldblum, still a few years shy of cult stardom, floating through scenes as a fashion photographer, providing dashes of urban absurdity amid the darkness. Michael Sarrazin, Alison’s love interest, plays a character who exudes a slick and slimy charm that masks a calculating, morally ambiguous nature. His suave demeanor conceals a manipulative edge, making him yet another compellingly unsettling figure, and we can’t forget Deborah Raffin as Alison’s loyal confidante.

Set far above the social whirl of Chazen’s gatherings, John Carradine, cinema’s pope of haunted, hollow-eyed solemnity, plays Father Halliran, the blind, spectral Sentinel presides over the brownstone with quiet gravity. Perched high above the city in a darkened upper floor, Carradine doesn’t utter a word; instead, his performance is rendered almost mythic in his silence and abject watchfulness. Sitting motionless amid shafts of sickly light, his hollow cheeks and perpetually searching gaze confer both pity and terror. He’s less a person than a living scarecrow.

Halliran is both Sentinel and sacrificial guardian—the final protection against the infernal tide and the hellish chaos threatening to spill into the world. Seated in perpetual twilight, his blindness is less a limitation than a sign of having seen more than any human should. He’s woven into the narrative as a sorrowful, solitary watcher, embodying the film’s core dread: the price of confronting hell isn’t survival, but transformation into something barely human, locked forever at the threshold.

It’s a role only Carradine could make both mournful and nightmarish, the decaying priest, eyes forever alight with unseen horrors at the very gates of damnation, a living warning as much as it is a benefiction to Alison Parker about the fate that waits for those chosen to stand against darkness. He becomes one of the tragic souls of The Sentinel, without a single showy speech, though scarcely seen, his quiet watchfulness echoing long after the menagerie from Hell disperses.

The source material springs from Jeffrey Konvitz, who spun the original novel, which was a provocative read back then, especially for a horror enthusiast like myself, when the genre was at its most electrifying. He also contributed to the screenplay. Konvitz is probably best known for writing The Sentinel. He wrote other works, like The Guardian—a follow-up to this story, but nothing he created ever captured the horror world’s imagination like this one involving the diabolical brownstone. Winner’s film remains the definitive adaptation, pressing every pulpy button and then some. Konvitz did write the screenplay for Silent Night, Bloody Night 1972.

Konvitz’s mythos of The Sentinel crafts a chilling system of the film’s universe where a seemingly ordinary Brooklyn brownstone conceals the literal gateway to Hell—its tenants are not just quirky eccentrics, but damned souls or figures trapped in a supernatural order that binds the worlds of the living and the dead. At the core of this mythology is the concept of the “Sentinel,” a chosen individual consigned to serve as the lone guardian at the threshold, whose solemn vigil prevents infernal forces from spilling into the world.

Each Sentinel is chosen not by random fate, but through a hauntingly tragic premise: all previous Sentinels, including Alison Parker (Cristina Raines) and Father Halliran (John Carradine), have attempted suicide. Rather than finding an end, those who survive their own deaths are selected by the secret Catholic order that maintains the gateway. Their failed escape from pain and despair results in a lifelong—and afterlife—duty: to stand as Hell’s gatekeeper. This dark ritual binds personal suffering and salvation into a single, sacrificial act. The new Sentinel is burdened with both penance and power, condemned to an eternal watch alone, blind to the living world but bearing witness to the torments of the damned.

From the outset, The Sentinel announces it won’t settle for subtlety. Winner wastes no time cranking up the dread: textural shots and nighttime creaks crescendo to invasions by Chazen’s menagerie. Burgess Meredith’s Charles Chazen insinuates himself into Alison’s new life, and suddenly her reality begins to unravel; all his lines land with both menace and perverse cheer.

The plot twists with the inevitability of a noose: Alison’s romantic partner, uncuous and urbane attorney Michael (Chris Sarandon), tries to shield her from the mounting terror, but is ensnared by both his own secrets and the building’s supernatural agenda. Key scenes throb with surreal intensity, Alison’s vision of her decomposing zombified father, the absurd “party” thrown by Chazen and his ghoulish crew, and her desperate visits to try and meet the reclusive, blind priest who sits in lonely vigil high above the city. The Sentinels’ cold, white eyes, pale and unblinking, convey an otherworldly vacancy, as if they have gazed too long into the abyss, their lifeless stare radiating a chill that feels both mournful and utterly inhuman.

As the web tightens, Alison uncovers the building’s true purpose: it stands as a literal gateway to Hell, with each Sentinel a doomed soul fated to hold back the tide of the damned for eternity. The confrontation on the top floor, where walls literally crawl with a hellish infestation, a grotesque parade of damned souls, and Winner’s penchant for shock reaches its final moment. Climaxing in a crucible of temptation and ritual, Alison faces the ultimate existential horror. By the bitter end, the cycle is complete: the building stands silent, and a new Sentinel, Allison, now Sister Theresa, is in her place, the city outside none the wiser.

Psychologically, The Sentinel weaves together themes of guilt, despair, and the longing for redemption. The connection between suicide attempts and being chosen as a Sentinel underscores a vision of spiritual purgatory: the tenants’ grief, trauma, and isolation turn them into liminal beings who stand between worlds. The role is both punishment and twisted grace—salvation for the soul who can no longer bear earthly suffering, but only if that soul accepts the ultimate sacrifice of their autonomy. The horror is as much internal as external; the threat is not just of demonic invasion, but of being trapped by one’s own unresolved anguish.

This shadowy mission is overseen by a clandestine secret society within the Catholic Church, depicted in the film as robed priests and ecclesiastical authorities who orchestrate the selection and installation of each new Sentinel. They operate with cold determination, aware of the stakes yet emotionally distant from the suffering they oversee. The society’s rituals are riddled with secrecy and symbolism, hinting at ancient traditions that blur the lines between sanctity and damnation, mercy and imprisonment.

Rather than a straightforward battle of good versus evil, the mythology behind The Sentinel invites us to see the truly hellish as personal: the wounds we bear, the lengths we might go to escape them, and the monastic, desolate duties that sometimes result. The secret society is both protector and jailer, its silence complicit, its doctrines leaving the new Sentinel alone in both penance and power. Every watchful figure in that high, cursed window is a survivor of trying to sabotage the life they’ve been given, now forced to confront not only the demonic, but their own shadow forever.

“Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”

This line, from Canto III of The Divine Comedy, marks the entrance to Hell in Dante’s epic poem and is frequently used in films and literature to evoke a portal to doom or damnation.

The brownstone at 10 Montague Terrace in Brooklyn Heights has become a notable landmark largely due to its prominent role in The Sentinel (1977). Renowned for its striking Neo-Greco architecture and grand, sweeping staircase, the building’s distinctive facade and meticulously preserved interior have cemented its place in horror cinema history, drawing fans eager to see the atmospheric setting.

The film opens in New York City, where beautiful fashion model Alison Parker (Cristina Raines) searches for a new apartment to gain independence and space from her intense boyfriend, lawyer Michael Lerman (Chris Sarandon). With the help of chic realtor Miss Logan (Ava Gardner), Alison selects a sprawling, beautifully situated Brooklyn Heights brownstone. Its rent is suspiciously low, but she’s won over by the charm, despite being told that the only other current resident is a blind priest, Father Halliran (John Carradine), who keeps a vigil in a top-floor window.

From her first night, Alison senses something is off. At night, she is disturbed by unnerving, loud footsteps above her head, even though the apartment above is supposed to be vacant. A chandelier over her bed sways eerily, rhythmically, and spiritedly as if responding to heavy movement. When she reports the noises, the realtor assures her there are no other tenants in the building but the blind priest, but the sounds persist, feeding Alison’s growing sense of unease.

Alison begins meeting the brownstone’s bizarre tenants. She is introduced to Charles Chazen (Meredith), a flamboyant, peculiarly friendly man who seems obsessed with his black-and-white cat Jezebel and his yellow canary Mortimer. He quickly invites her to a strange birthday party for the feline. Among the odd party guests are Gerde and Sandra, a mute and aggressively provocative lesbian couple (Sylvia Miles and Beverly D’Angelo) whose wordless advances leave Alison shocked and unsettled.

The party for Chazin’s beloved cat Jezebel is an impish ruse, a promise of festivity twisted into menace and madness. The invitation arrives with Chazen’s signature flourish: “Friendships blossom into bliss, Miss Parker!” he declares, urging her to join the gathering few could refuse, if only out of curiosity or polite resistance. Alison Parker, barely settled into her new brownstone, is swept into this surreal soiree at the insistence of the irrepressible Charles Chazen, whose puckish, gleaming eyes telegraph both courtly hospitality and impish threat.

Alison is drawn into this surreal celebration featuring dead murderers, a bizarre congregation of damned souls enacting eternal punishment and revelry in one delirious swirl. During the party, the lines between hospitality and threat blur after several subtly off-kilter details. This sequence unfurls like a weird reverie stitched from equal parts Grand Guignol and faded socialite whimsy.

Inside his parlor—cluttered, chintzy, alive with the scent of must and aging velvet—a small crowd assembles around the guest of honor, Jezebel: a black-and-white cat perched wearing a party hat, sits regally at the center of a table dressed for celebration. Her marked elegance is echoed, farcically, by the party centerpiece—a black-and-white cake.

Chazen presides in a dapper ice cream suit, his every gesture punctuated by theatrical delight and a sly turn of phrase. His guests, the infamous Miss Gerde Engstrom (Sylvia Miles), with her heavy, kohl-rimmed eyes and signature leotard, and the enigmatic, silent Sandra (Beverly D’Angelo), wavy blonde, loose, and flowing, softly tousled and falling freely around her shoulders, watch Alison with animal wariness and calculated interest. Others sit alert, each one odder than the last: Gary Allen as the wormy bespectacled Malcolm Stinnett, the Clotkin sisters, and Kate Harrington, playing Mrs. Clark, who croaks, “black and white cat, black and white cake.”

Alison confides in Michael about her neighbors’ bizarre behavior, but when police detectives (Eli Wallach and Christopher Walken) later investigate, they find that none of the tenants she speaks about—and whose photos she identifies—are alive; in fact, they are all notorious murderers who died years ago.

Alison’s own reality continues to unravel. She is stalked by splitting headaches and dizzy spells, and finds old Latin books that no one else seems able to read. Sometimes, she glimpses the world as though in a dream or fugue, unable to distinguish nightmare from waking life. Her previous trauma, her father’s abuse, begins to haunt her in visions. In a particularly visceral and terrifying sequence, her father’s decaying corpse appears like a phantasm, forcing Alison to defend herself by slashing him with a butcher knife. The scene still evokes a shudder in me with all its grotesque physicality, as though the apartment is both haunting her and trapping her in her darkest memories, and her visions becoming more volatile.

The jarring sequence, perhaps one of the defining moments in 1970s horror cinema, begins when, from behind the cracked shadowing doorway, her father materializes, an apparition draped in cold, spectral light, first just a suggestion, a blue-lit wraith emerging silently from the gloom. His form hangs in the air, in an unseeing trance, cast in a cold, unnatural glow, with movements that are rigid, mechanical, and quickening, each step charged with the emptiness of a sleepwalker or specter, limbs skeletal and flesh waning, worn thin by time and vulgar memories. His hollow eyes gloss over her presence, a disquieting echo of the bastard he once was, now crumbling at the edges like ancient stone. His decaying presence, ghoulish yet strangely fragile, hovers in the doorway, unseeing, as if summoned from memory rather than from life, while the blue light washes all humanity from his features, leaving only the hollow echo of a man lost between worlds. It is only when her own tempest breaks free that the spell shatters, lashing out to wake the fading specter from his haunted stupor, she strikes out at him and runs.

Throughout these scenes, Father Halliran, the blind priest, is glimpsed wordlessly sitting in the window above, an ominous, unresolved presence. Alison tries to understand his role by seeking answers at the local cathedral, where she encounters the elusive Monsignor and from Michael, who becomes increasingly obsessed with protecting her.

Michael investigates the brownstone’s mysterious history, uncovering that every previous Sentinel—each a supposed “guardian”- was a suicide survivor, chosen by a secret Catholic order to watch over the gateway between Hell and Earth. Michael’s own past comes under scrutiny, as his involvement in his wife’s murder is revealed, mirroring the building’s legacy of violence and guilt.

As supernatural forces gather strength, within the brownstone, now revealed as the gateway to Hell, Chazen, who’s shed all traces of whimsy and now slips into a more devilish, dangerously sinister tone, orchestrates a nightmarish gathering. It all culminates in the film’s infamous hellscape finale, where a phantasmagoria of physically striking “damned souls” portrayed by real individuals with remarkable appearances fills the screen in a parade of shock and awe. These characters, all wordless, become the living architecture of the film’s horror, transforming the building into a grotesque gallery of the lost, the punished, and the peculiar.

As The Sentinel reaches its feverish climax, Alison Parker is drawn into the brownstone’s ghost-lit upper floors, terror mounting with every step. The air thickens with silent terror as Chazen, in full satanic maestro mode, summons his legions: the room seems to warp and bulge as his minions, those strange, spectral party guests from the cat gathering and beyond, emerge from the shadows and stairwells, shuffling and urgent.

Now lured to the top floor where Father Haliran sits guarding with blank eyes, Chazen and his surreal, nightmarish party guests, damned souls representing the dead murderers who now inhabit the building, reveal themselves to Alison in a scene that erupts into an inferno of horror and madness. Hell’s gate cracks open, and she faces their onslaught.

They are an unforgettable procession: figures both familiar and newly horrifying, some bearing wounds from their past crimes, others twisted with the marks of damnation. Faces once glimpsed at Chazen’s parties now leer with demonic intent, their eyes glittering with a hunger that is neither fully human nor wholly monstrous. The air shudders with their collective presence as they advance, a phantasmagoria of the lost who once murdered, betrayed, or despaired into oblivion, all brought back to serve as Hell’s foot soldiers.

Alison stands alone in Father Halliran’s apartment as the minions close in. They reach for her with clawed hands, mouths slack with anticipation, not simply to harm her, but to drive her to the edge of despair, to force her into the final act that would damn her soul forever. The walls seem to pulse, crawling with the damned as Chazen, his grin wide and voice lilting, orchestrates the onslaught like an unholy master of ceremonies.

The entire sequence is rendered with a surreal, nightmarish vividness: misshapen limbs, scarred bodies, lamentable rising into a hellish choir as the brownstone itself becomes a crucible for Alison’s soul. The minions’ descent is relentless, suffocating, and inescapable, pushing Alison toward the ultimate revelation of the Sentinel’s purpose and her own fate as the next unwilling guardian against eternal darkness.

Chazen seeks to prevent Alison from taking up the mantle of Sentinel, he hands her a knife and whispers to her sweetly like a lovesong or a prayer, or like a dark covenant, its cold weight pressing upon her unwillingness and fear. He tries to seduce her into killing herself. The exchange symbolizes a testing of will, Alison’s fragile grip on reality tightening as Chazen’s sinister intentions loom.

While the spiritual forces, including the presence of the Monsignor and Father Haliran, remain watchers at first, rather than active interveners in that tense instant, until they hand over a cross as Alison resists Hell and endures, fulfilling her unwitting destiny. Michael, now damned for his own sins, tries to stop her but is killed. As Chazen’s sinister scheme unravels, the demonic horde recoils, wailing shadows retreating in a swirling, suffocating vacuum, their twisted forms dissolving into the abyss. On screen, the air seems to convulse and contract as a spectral dissolve sweeps through the room, engulfing the monstrous presences until only silence remains, while Chazen’s furious glare seethes with bitter rage, powerless against his defeat. Alison’s attempt to escape her ultimate path either way is futile; after Monsignor arrives and the cross is passed, she succumbs to her fate.

This sequence captures The Sentinel’s creepy ride from psychological dread to supernatural horror, with an escalating blend of bizarre encounters, unnerving set pieces, and a finale that fuses Catholic mythology with urban paranoia and bleak, cyclical fate.

The final scene returns to the apartment building. Time has passed. Miss Logan, now showing the apartment to a new tenant, passes the top floor, where the blind priest once sat. The camera lingers: Alison Parker, now blind and dressed in her simple nun’s habit, sits vigil in the window, an unmoving presence and the building’s latest eternal guardian.

The film ends with an air of tragic inevitability; the gateway to Hell is held at bay once again, but only at the cost of Alison’s life, eternal soul, and selfhood, as her friends and the world outside remain oblivious to the darkness contained within the quiet brownstone.

The film’s impact was felt squarely in the post-Exorcist, post-Rosemary’s Baby wave of satanic cinema, fitting effortlessly alongside The Omen in its fascination with urban damnation and the breakdown between the physical world and infernal forces. The Sentinel pushes the envelope with its blend of grindhouse sensationalism, savage cinema, transgressive, as much as an old-fashioned Gothic spook show, deploying both prosthetic make-up and the parade of real, physically distinctive actors in Hell’s finale that remains controversial and unforgettable. Dick Smith, known for groundbreaking work on The Exorcist, contributed several memorable effects. While most of the physical deformities on screen are real, some are enhanced or wholly created by Smith’s prosthetic artistry.

And Gil Mellé’s evocative music pours sinister, beautiful dread across the film like spilled red wine over the sacrificial altar.

Critical reaction at the time was mixed, as befits a film so shamelessly baroque: Robert Bookbinder, a noted film scholar, wrote in his 1982 book The Films of the Seventies: “It is undoubtedly one of the most terrifying interludes in seventies cinema.”

While The New York Times hailed its “Chilling, stylish atmosphere, like a demonic fairy tale for adults.” For all the controversy over its parade of grotesques, its lurid jolts, and its freewheeling collage of acting styles, The Sentinel lingers, smoky, nightmarish, and resolutely unclassifiable, a bridge in both narrative and spirit between classic Hollywood Gothic and the unapologetic depravity of late-70s horror.

For those of you who appreciate their demonic cinema with a side of high-art camp, haunted cityscapes, and a who’s who of vintage screen legends, The Sentinel is a delicious descent, with Burgess Meredith, perched midway between Mephistopheles and Catskills emcee, poised at the center, grinning into the abyss.

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The Curious Charisma of Roddy McDowall: A Life in Art and Film

Film critic Leonard Maltin: “Roddy McDowall’s career spanned more than six decades, and he managed to remain relevant and respected throughout. His performances were always compelling, and his contributions to cinema are invaluable.”

Roddy McDowall certainly had a distinctive presence: He always seemed to exude this uncanny youthful appearance. Even as an adult, McDowall was described as being “perpetually youthful.”

“McDowall was sharp-faced, clearly intelligent, chilly in his pride, and a kid who believed in masking his feelings (just like real kids). There are scenes in the film (How Green Was My Valley) in which older actors seem to learn restraint and stealth from the child. He was so emphatically honest in that film, and a kid who sometimes looked like a little old man (it was observed in life how, close to 70, Roddy still had “a child’s open face’).”– David Thomson for The Independent:

In 1941, The Detroit Free Press had this to say: “The child marvel of Hollywood right now is 12-year-old Roddy McDowall who arrived here from England a year ago. The public hasn’t had a really good look at him, but he has already been boosted to stardom. If you saw Manhunt, that was a small part; it was just a warm-up for the role in How Green Was My Valley, which Fox had in mind when they signed him. It is in this, his second film over here, that Roddy is becoming an American screen personality in his own right.”

“I enjoyed being in movies when I was a boy. As a child, you’re not acting- you believe. Ah, if an adult could only act as a child does with that insane, playing-at-toy-soldiers concentration!” – Roddy McDowall

Roddy McDowall was a highly prolific and versatile actor whose career spanned nearly six decades, encompassing a variety of genres in film, television, and radio. He began his acting journey as a child in 1938 and continued to be a prominent figure in Hollywood until his death in 1998. Throughout his extensive career, McDowall appeared in a wide range of classic films, beginning with 20th Century Fox’s 1941 thriller Manhunt directed by Fritz Lang and including his breakout role in How Green Was My Valley (1941).

Maureen O’Hara and Roddy McDowall in How Green Was My Valley 1941.

This is where he met and became lifelong friends with actress Maureen O’Hara. After Fox’s Best Picture winner, they cast him in the war film Confirm and Deny 1941. The following year, he played Tyrone Power as a young boy in Son of Fury: The Story of Benjamin Blake 1942.

Also, in 1942, they gave him top billing in On the Sunny Side, and he was given co-star credit alongside Monty Woolie in The Pied Piper, playing an orphan of the war. With McDowall’s success sealed, MGM borrowed the fine young actor to star in  Lassie Come Home (1943). The studio held onto him and gave him the leading role in The White Cliffs of Dover in 1944. 

Anne Baxter, Monty Woolley, and Roddy McDowall in The Pied Piper 1942.

Roddy McDowall was voted the number 4 ‘Star of Tomorrow’ in 1944, and Fox gave him another starring role in Thunderhead – Son of Flicka 1945.

Early on, he turned to the theater, starring in the title role of Young Woodley in the summer stock production in West Port, Connecticut, in July 1946. With his love of working on the stage, Orson Welles cast him in his production of Macbeth, where he played Malcolm. In 1948, he took on the same role in the film version.

By now, it was the late 1940s & 1950s, and he signed with Monogram Pictures, a low-budget studio that embraced recognizable stars to make two pictures a year. McDowall made seven films with them and worked as associate producer for director Phil Karlson’s Rocky 1948, a story about a boy and his dog. This was followed by the adaptation of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Kidnapped in 1948, Black Midnight directed by Budd Boetticher, Killer Shark, Big Timber in 1950, and The Steel Fist in 1952.

Lyn Thomas and Roddy McDowall in Black Midnight 1950.

Fans appreciate his appearance in the 70s disaster film The Poseidon Adventure (1972) and Overboard (1987). In the latter part of his life, he became a sought-after voice actor, lending his talents to animated projects such as A Bug’s Life (1998) and the popular television series Pinky and the Brain (1995-1998). Notably, McDowall also received acclaim on stage, winning a Tony Award for his supporting role in The Fighting Cock. McDowall worked with some of the most prominent actors in the industry, including Elizabeth Taylor, Gregory Peck, Orson Welles, Charlton Heston, Angela Lansbury, Kim Hunter, Vincent Price, Donald Crisp, Maureen O’Hara, Irene Dunne, Rock Hudson, Bette Davis, Jennifer Jones. Maurice Evans, Ruth Gordon, Natalie Wood, Lauren Bacall, Ava Gardner, and Rex Harrison. His career also included working with directors like Joseph L. Mankiewicz, John Ford, Jack Smight, Franklin J. Schaffner, and John Huston. His ability to transition from a child star to a respected adult performer set him apart in the industry.

Roddy McDowall possessed a fascinating duality; the contrast between his youthful looks and worldly-wise poise defined his unique charm and quiet intensity.

He was noted for his expressive eyes and articulate dispatch, which were instrumental in conveying a wide range of emotions. Roddy McDowall was intelligent and witty and often brought sharp intellect and a keen sense of humor to his roles, delivered with impeccable timing. McDowall was praised for his ability to mask feelings and convey restraint, even as a child actor. As an adult performer, he was characterized as “unpredictable,” which suggested a dynamic and varied approach to his roles. Critics noted his reliability as an actor, describing him as “always dependable.”

McDowall’s performances were subtle and nuanced: his approach to acting was all about restraint and introspection rather than over-the-top dramatics, at least in his earliest work. His acting was emotionally authentic, bringing a palpable sincerity to his characters and allowing audiences to connect with them on a profound level. Even in roles like Planet of the Apes, navigating the constraints of elaborate makeup, he transformed physical limitations into artistic opportunities. His performance transcended mere mimicry, embodying the character through a masterful blend of precise gestures and subtle nuances. Playing Cornelius in the Planet of the Apes series, he masterfully balanced intelligence, empathy, and subtle humor.

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TAM LIN 1970 & BABA YAGA 1973 – Ava Gardner & Carroll Baker: THE FAERIE QUEEN" & VALENTINA'S DREAM: Two Hollywood icons in search of mythology. Part 1

“I shall waste you and waste you and waste you”

The Ballad of Tam Lin, Tam Lin, Games and Toys or The Devil’s Widow 1970

“McDowall builds a broodingly enigmatic sense of menace out of stray allusions and apparitions that hover without ever really being explained or over-exploited: the snatches of [Robert] Burns intimating the presence of diabolic machinations; the girl terrified by her own unspoken Tarot prophecies; the dialogue that rings like blank verse, as though it had been used over and over again. Above all, though, this menace is effective chiefly because it is rhymed with a mounting sense of quiet decorum, as though reality, the world of the ordinary, everyday banality, were suddenly present to Tom for the first time.” Tom Milne,Monthly Film Bulletin, June 1977

“She Drained Them Of Their Manhood–And Then Of Their Lives! “

That’s the tagline American International Pictures exploited to promote this obscure British fantasy/horror film. Made as a last hurrah at the close of the 1960s, The Ballad of Tam Lin or Tam Lin, emerged from a singular blend of McDowall’s audacious, unwavering, and fearless vision to subvert cinematic tradition and bring on board first-rate talent to see that vision realized.

Back in the day, I was armed with my VCR at the ready to capture those late-night TV excursions into obscure horror. Tam Lin would be one of those hidden gems that still lingers in my mind like a nostalgia hangover.

Dear friends, Ava Gardner and Roddy McDowall on the Tam Lin set.

“The film is a gothic fairytale modernized. When viewed in those terms and in the context of the original folklore – it makes perfect sense.” -McDowall.

Legendary Hollywood Goddess Ava Gardner is the evil “Queen of the Fairies” in Roddy McDowall’s wickedly provocative adult fairytale. Initially presented as a horror film, Tam Lin, with its hauntingly beautiful narrative, emerges more as a tragic fable of love and revenge. Or it can be seen as a dark, cautionary adult fairytale with a tangible Brother’s Grimmesque tale of beware the wrath of a slighted Queen, or there is terror amidst the remote woods. With the emergence of the counterculture of the 1960s, there was a growing fascination with all things pagan and folk-sy, with the use of symbolism, iconography, and formal tropes. For instance, the use of bridges we see throughout Tam Lin has often represented those liminal spaces between divergent realms.

Among its myriad titles, at the heart of Tam Lin lies Michaela ˜Micky’ Cazarete – a worldly Aesthete or ‘sorceress,’ however you choose to see her… embodied by the luminous Ava Gardner in one of her 44th and final leading roles. As ravishingly beautiful as ever, Gardner plays the succubus-like enchantress always wrapped in stunning, opulent attire and a flickering flame, drawing the wings of any naive lad she captures for her bed.

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The story retells the artfulness of a wicked enchantress, a queen of the faeries who enraptures the young with her otherworldly beauty and beguiles and mesmerizes them to drain their vitality. And there is a cruel twist to this Gothic fable. At sunset of the seventh year, she is compelled to sacrifice her favorite male love to replenish her (life force or her desire.) Eternally restless, she is a damned soul; she is a paradox both breathtaking and horrifying, filled with a hunger that can never be satiated.

Psychedelic Folkloristic cinema like Tam Lin represents a cultural paradigm situated at a point in time where things were poised to move away from the psychedelic utopianism and iconoclasm of the 1960s, which began to pivot towards more introspective, darker turns. Similar in an impressionistic aesthetic, Tam Lin evokes for me another moody art piece horror, Queens Of Evil, aka /Le Regine 1970/Il delitto del diavolo.

Above are two images from Queens of Evil (1970).

Both films stylistically point to the florid decadence that was evolving into the weary and hostile era to come. Like Ian McShane, with his piercing and intense blue eyes crowned by dark brows and lashes, the charismatic bad boy with a sculpted physique, Ray Lovelock, is lavished with adoration within an idyllic setting until he is ultimately led as a lamb to the slaughter.

A striking parallel exists between the archetypal narratives of wayward, virile princes ensnared within a pastoral paradise and the insatiable, evil queens and seductive sirens who seek to possess them. This clash of archetypes, the untamed masculine spirit versus the ruthless feminine intellect, reflects the deep-seated cultural anxieties and preoccupations surrounding the nature of power, desire, and the fear of women’s primacy, in particular, as with Tam Lin, older women’s primacy.

Scene from The Night of the Iguana 1964.

Ava Gardner circa 1960.

I can include another early 70s horror favorite that registers with its mod/post-modern indulgence – Messiah of Evil 1973. Messiah of Evil began to show signs of a crack in the shimmery good vibes of the 1960s as it dips its toes – heavily –  into the stark contrast of the coming brutal, gritty tone of later 1970s horror films. Tam Lin and Queens of Evil feel akin to the Psychedelic Folkloristic cinema, which captures that brief moment when fashionable trends were turning towards folklore motifs. Films thrive on a strong narrative, and legends are fed by things that are false and things that are true.

Some critics consider it one of the original folk horror films. Others see it as an improvisation of the post-Rosemary’s Baby cycle of genre films.

Above are two scenes from the folk horror film The Wicker Man (1973).

“In Tam Lin there is a sense of playful opulence and a mod/post-mod sharpness to the style which could be compared and contrasted with say the murk, grime and tattiness of the also sub/counter-culture orientated folk horror related film Psychomania which was released in 1973.” (Stephen Prince founder/writer at A Year in the Country)

A pioneering work of folk horror, Tam Lin can be considered a proto-folk horror film. Not only does it predate The Wicker Man by four years, but it shares some striking thematic similarities. Both films delve into the darkness of cults, driven by a need to appease deities through ritual sacrifice. An unsettling yet obscured supernatural atmosphere permeates both narratives, further accentuated by their remote, rural settings, fertile ground for tales of witchcraft and pagan practices. Notably, both films boast innovative and provocative British soundtracks and share the distinction of being primarily filmed in the evocative landscapes of Scotland.

Tam Lin anticipates Blood on Satan’s Claw, released in 1971, and yes, once again, like The Wicker Man in 1973, showcasing its creeping pastoral horrors. The film’s ’60s art-house decadence and its aesthetic serve as many of the films that could be perfectly placed inside a time capsule from the merging decades of the late ’60s & 1970s. A film movement that draws inspiration from the rich period of European art cinema. Tam Lin’s dreamy and, at times, barely lucid tone frames this moody lyrical love story set in the bucolic countryside of Scotland until it moves into a horror-filled, phantasmagorical manifestation of the original poem the story is based on. Midway, the film shows a visual shift of spiritual flight, transformation, and salvation from supernatural retribution.

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John Carradine “I am a ham!” Part 2

Carradine found himself accepting ludicrous parts in Poverty Row and low-budget chillers to fund his ambitious theatrical productions. By the 1960s, he was degraded by taking on roles just to pay the bills.

He traveled to Africa for Paramount's Tarzan the Magnificent and acted on Rod Serling's The Twilight Zone 1960 episode ‘The Howling Man.’

When David Ellington (H.M Wynant) seeks refuge at a remote monastery where Carradine is the solemn Brother Jerome in a heroic white beard, robes, and staff and the brotherhood stands guard over the devil (Robin Hughes) whom they trapped and locked away. Ellington disregards their warning and unwittingly releases evil upon the earth. This was a more sedate role for Carradine.

On February 8, 1960, he was awarded a Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6240 Hollywood Blvd.

In 1962, he returned to Broadway in Harold Prince's production A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. He played Marcus Lycus, the scheming whoremaster of a Roman house of ill repute. The show saw 964 performances in New York's Alvin Theatre.

“A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to the Forum” – Zero Mostel, right, is the lead performer in the Broadway musical “A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to the Forum,” along with (left to right:) John Carradine and Jack Gifford.

Carradine also appeared in several television series. Lock Up 1960 – as James Carew in the episode "˜Poker Club.'  He made an appearance in The Rebel 1960 as Elmer Dodson in episodes "˜Johnny Yuma' and "˜The Bequest.'

These were difficult times for Carradine. He wasn't making it financially for all his film and television work. In 1960, he starred in an episode of NBC’s Wagon Train called ‘The Colter Craven Story,’ directed by John Ford.

Considered his favorite experience working in the horror genre – was appearing in Boris Karloff’s superior horror/film noir anthology series Thriller 1961, which ran from 1960 to 1962.

From an interview with KMOX in 1983:

What was your favorite horror film that you did?

“Oh god I don't know. Eh, I don't think I had one. I think it's probably something I did with Boris. I did several for Boris. He had his own series that he introduced as a host and on a couple of them he worked also on as an actor. And I did two or three of those with him and for him. And I think that was the best part of the horror genre that I did.”

What was he like to work with.?

“Oh, charming. He was a charming man. And I first worked with him on the first thing he did in this country. We had a play down in Los Angeles, the old Egan Theater which was a 400-seat theater down on Figueroa street. And we did a play together called Window Panes which he played a brutalized Russian peasant immigrant unlettered. And I did a Russian peasant half-wit and there was a character sort of a Christ-like character who was wanted by the authorities as he was, was a rebel. But the ignorant peasantry took on him almost as a Christ figure and I did that for ten weeks and we moved over to the Vine Street Theater which is now the Huntington Hartford in Hollywood. And Boris played the brutalized Russian peasant and played it to the nines. And we became very good friends then. And that was in 1928. And we remained good friends until he retired and went back to England.”

For Thriller, Carradine was cast as Jason Longfellow and Jed Carta in ‘The Remarkable Mrs. Hawk’ starring Jo Van Fleet and directed by John Brahm, and ‘Masquerade’ starring Elizabeth Montgomery and Tom Poston directed by Herschel Daugherty and blessed with a whimsically macabre score by Mort Stevens.

Carradine as Jason Longfellow with Hal Baylor in Thriller episode ‘The Remarkable Mrs. Hawk’ 1962.

Above are two images from the episode ‘Masquerade.’

For the series, Carradine appeared in two of the most comic and compelling episodes. In ‘The Remarkable Mrs. Hawk’ and ‘Masquerade’ he was both sardonic and sinister.

In Masquerade, airing in 1961, Carradine plays Jed Carta, leader of a depraved family of murderers and cannibals who entraps wayward travelers, stealing their money and butchering them like hogs. When Tom Poston and Elizabeth Montgomery stumble onto the creepy, dilapidated house to get out of a rain storm, Carta greets them with dark glee, trading menacing cracks with Montgomery. What lies beneath the surface might be something more nefarious than the mere suggestion of evil cloaked in black humor that surrounds the Carta family and Carradine's spooky wisecracks. He's magnificently droll, skulking around the dreadful house, with Poston and Montgomery being assailed by disembodied cackling and dimwitted Jack Lambert, who wields a large butcher knife lumbering around. Dorothy Neumann plays the feral Ruthie chained to the wall, spewing animosity for the Carta clan and demonstrating an itchy type of lunacy. It’s both comical and arouses jitters simultaneously. In my opinion, it is one of Carradine's most underrated roles in the horror genre, emphasizing his ability to shuffle both dark humor and horror equally.

Boris Karloff’s Thriller The Remarkable Mrs Hawk: A Modern Re-telling of Homer’s Odyssey, Circean Poison with a Side of Bacon.

In ‘The Remarkable Mrs. Hawk,’ starring Jo Van Fleet as Mrs. Hawk/Circe, Carradine plays Jason Longfellow, an erudite transient who stumbles onto Mrs. Hawk’s true identity and the secret of her ‘Isle of Aiaie Home of the Pampered Pig.’

Cultivated and shrewd, Longfellow is a scheming vagabond who plans to use his revelation about Mrs. Hawk to his advantage"”much to an ironic end.

It's an inspiration for writers Don Sanford and Margaret St. Clair to transform a classical tale from Greek mythology and position it within a southern Gothic rural setting, using a hog farm and a visiting carnival/State Fair that adds a layer of mystique and mayhem. There's a great scene that utilizes theatrical anachronism wonderfully when Cissy Hawk (Van Fleet)  carries the bowl, or "˜Circe's cup' the night she feeds the pigs grapes and proceeds to turn Johnny (Bruce Dern) back into a man for a while. Under the moonlight, she conducts an ancient rite on modern rural farmland as Pete (Hal Baylor) watches in fright and disbelief from his window.

Not only is this particular episode so effective because of Jo Van Fleet’s performance as the modern-day witch, but it’s also due to the presence of the ubiquitous John Carradine, whose facial expressions alone can be so accentuated by his acrobatic facial expressions that make him so uniquely entertaining to watch not to mention listening to his Shakespearean elucidations, hard-bitten insights, and crafty machinations.

Carradine enters the story: A train whistle is blowing in the backdrop. There is a close-up of Jason's (John Carradine's) face. Carradine is the perspicacious  Jason Longfellow, an erudite transient, shabby and unshaven, dressed like a gypsy with white tape holding his black-framed glasses together. Skinny, almost skeleton-like, and lanky. Longfellow’s razor-sharp acumen betrays his urbane sensibilities that travel incognito like a stowaway. He may look like a scraggly bum, but he is a highly educated defector of society. He also enjoys giving his companion Peter grief, waging his intelligence that he uses as a refuge. Pete is a wayward boxer who looks to Longfellow as a mentor. This horror-themed, fable-like episode is overflowing with ironic, comical repose until the baleful scenes leap out at you when Circe wields her powerful magic.

A Pan flute is trebling a child-like tune, a delightful wisp of scales. To the left of the screen are a pair of black & argyle socks with holes worn in the toes, tapping out the melody in the air with his feet. A fire is burning in the trash can. This is a slice-of-the-night mystique of the hobo's life. Carradine, as Jason Longfellow is sitting in a cane back fan rocking chair, a junkyard living room, and a cold tin coffee pot atop an oil drum.

Suspecting their friend Johnny's disappearance is connected to Mrs. Hawk (Jo Van Fleet) and the rumors about her young handymen all gone missing.

"If I knew Johnny's fate, my friend, I'd understand why Mrs. Hawk's farm is designated Caveat Accipitram among the brotherhood." Jason's eyes bulge out of the sockets with glee and rancor.

Carradine manifests an exquisite mixture of the facial expression of a malcontent. Pete seems stupefied –" Hhm?" "Come on.. speak American, would ya?" Jason raises his voice and changes his tone to indicate the hierarchy in their educational backgrounds." Caveat Accipitrum… Caveat Accipitrum   BEWARE THE HAWK"¦." Longfellow ends his little lesson for Pete with emotive punctuation.

He grunts/laughs dismissively, "Oh"¦Hey!" and looks away. He takes a drag of his cigarette with his bone-like fingers, squinting his thoughtful blue eyes (not obscured by the black-and-white film) as if in deep contemplation about the matter. Longfellow was written for Carradine.

Following Thriller, John Carradine made nine guest appearances on the popular The Red Skelton Hour 1961.

Carradine as Major Starbuckle in The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance 1962.

Ford found working with Carradine a trial because of his free-spirited style, but he cast him once again, this time joining him in 1962 with The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, starring James Stewart and John Wayne. Carradine played the bombastic Senator Cassius Starbuckle.

Carradine's cameo happens toward the end of the film in a scene at the political convention with him kicking up a fuss "soldier, jurist, and statesmen." he's a mouthpiece for the cattle ranchers opposed to statehood. This would be Carradine's last significant role with director John Ford.

"Offering up a caricatured portrayal of a bombastic Southern blue-blood blowhard, he strikes poses, grandstands, and dishonestly paints his political foe (Stewart) as a killer not fit for government. Without half trying Carradine was capable of exuding just the right sort of seedy grandeur in this pompous scoundrel role; his theatrical oratory enlivens the final reel of a movie. " (Mank)

In 1963, he directed Hamlet at the Gateway Playhouse on Long Island, where he performed the melancholy Dane.

Carradine made appearances on the television series The Lucy Show in 1964 as Professor Guzman in the episode ‘Lucy Goes to Art Class.’

Also in 1964, he appeared with Carroll Baker, Karl Malden, and Richard Widmark, with Carradine playing Major Jeff Blair, a gambler who joins James Stewart in a card game in Ford's western Cheyenne Autumn 1964.

The Wizard of Mars and Curse of the Stone Hand, where he appeared for one minute as part of director Jerry Warren's added footage in order to use Carradine's name in the credits for his movie pieced together from two French dramas creating an incoherent mess.

Throughout the 1960s he worked constantly in Summerstock – appearing in Enter Laughing, Arsenic and Old Lace 1965 and in Oliver as the sly Fagin in 1966.

Carradine in John Ford’s Cheyenne Autumn 1964 starring Carroll Baker.

Carradine with Andrea King in House of the Black Death 1965/71.

in the low-budget House of the Black Death, Carradine had more of a prominent role as Andre Desard, plays the patriarch of a family of Satanists and werewolves, with Lon Chaney, Jr. playing his evil brother Belial who sports a pair of horns and battles over their ancestral home. The film also stars Tom Drake and noir star Andrea King.

1966 saw Carradine cast as a smarmy Dracula once again in the bottom basement horror/western Billy the Kid vs Dracula directed by William "˜one shot' Beaudine, with supportive roles by Virginia Christine and Marjorie Bennett. Carradine is painted as looking like a pasty-faced, maniacal magician with a greasy satanic goatee mustache, widow's peak, frills, cravat, and top hat. Traveling by stagecoach in the Old West, Dracula meets James Underwood on his way to the cattle ranch to see his niece Betty (Melinda Plowman). When the passengers are killed by Indians, he assumes Underhill's identity and seeks out Betty as his next undead bride. Carradine comes under suspicion for a series of unexplained murders. His Dracula sleeps in a bed, not a coffin, and moves around in broad daylight. Whenever Carradine exerts his hypnotic stare, Beaudine uses a colored spotlight that turns his face a bright red, with Dracula dashing in and out of the frame in a badly designed special effect.

"I have worked in a dozen of the greatest, and I have worked in a dozen of the worst. I only regret Billy the kid versus Dracula. Otherwise, I regret nothing"¦ it was a bad film. I don't even remember it. I was absolutely numb."

He had a small role in Munster, Go Home in 1966 for Universal, where he played the oddball butler Cruikshank. On television, he appeared on episodes of Daniel Boone in 1968 and Bonanza in 1969 as Preacher Dillard.

In 1967 he hosted five horror tales as part of Gallery of Horrors – Not to be confused with the superior portmanteau – Amicus' Dr. Terror's House of Horrors. Five short tales of the supernatural introduced by Carradine, who does appear in the first edition as a 17th century Warlock in "˜The Witch's Clock' about a young couple who find a cursed clock that can raise the dead.

‘The Witch’s Clock’ segment of Gallery of Horrors.

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Sunday Nite Surreal: The Sentinel (1977) Even in Hell, Friendships often Blossom into Bliss!

 

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“THERE MUST FOREVER BE A GUARDIAN AT THE GATE FROM HELL”

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THE SENTINEL 1977

I’ve written enough here at The Last Drive In to sort of feel more relaxed about letting it rip sometimes. I’m hoping you’ll indulge me a bit while I go off on a tiny rant. I hope that’s alright. Michael Winner’s film was a failure at the box office. So what!

You will undoubtedly read 9 out of 10 reviewers who will make too convenient a statement about The Sentinel being a Rosemary’s Baby rip-off. In terms of how I experience this film, there’s more to it than just a pat dismissal and a flip accusation of being derivative. I had first read Jeffrey Konvitz’s book when it was published in 1974, and then went to the movies to see his adapted screenplay The Sentinel during its theatrical release– I was a ripe 15-year-old who was captivated by the grotesque and eerie imagery.

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Perhaps there is a conscious connection or homage made by director Winner between the devilish residents of the infamous Bramford Arms with its history of murderers and deviants –the facade filmed of New York Cities Dakota with a birds’ eye view of Central Park as Rosemary and Guy Woodhouse move into their house of Hades in Rosemary’s Baby 1968, my favorite film that transcends any genre.

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Alison Parker (Christina Raines) comes in contact with a similar Gothic building filled with oddball characters who wind up being the ghosts of murderers who once lived in the impressive Brownstone. I imagine the gateway to Hell would attract an evil ensemble of nasties. And to counterbalance Alison as the woman-in-peril who must fight off the paranoia and heady mind games of the devil and his minions, who toy with Alison in order to drive her mad enough to try once again to commit suicide. Rosemary Woodhouse has the perseverance to keep her devils at bay and hold onto her precious baby even if he were to carry on his father’s legacy. Either way, it’s both buildings filled with eccentrics and the fog of paranoia that tie the two films together for me, but that’s where it ends.

As an amateur film buff and classic horror film aficionado, I think I have some authority when weighing in on whether director Michael Winner’s The Sentinel is just derivative dreck. And I discovered that it’s not just the average chimer-in nudnik on IMDb who feels the need to review this film in such a simplistic way that making the comparison to Rosemary’s Baby feels like just a cop-out to me.

It is even referred to as such in writer John Kenneth Muir’s entirely comprehensive book Horror Films of the 1970s– citing two film reviews during the time of The Sentinel’s theatrical release.

Look, as far back as its theatrical release, the critique was to lump all “devil in the city” and “good vs. evil” tropes with the 1968 seminal film by Roman Polanski, based on Ira Levin’s novel Rosemary’s Baby.

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“a crude and obvious imitation of Rosemary’s Baby, but much creepier and more bizarre. The unnerving ending obliterates the memory of the rest of the film makes good use of several past-their prime actors in small roles but attempts at psychological insight, subtlety or believability fall flat. The great special effects at the end justify the film’s faults however.” Darrell Moore. The Best, Worst and Most Unusual: Horror films, Crowne publishing 1983.

February 12, 1977 from The New York Times written by Richard Eder -“The confrontations are supposed to be terrifying but the most they offer is some mild creepiness. Mr. Winner has sweetened the mess with some nudity, a little masturbation and a dash of lesbianism.”

Interesting that the one bit of titillation Richard Eder manages to pluck out is lesbianism. In fact, that seems to be of most interest to many reviewers. Well, it’s 2016, and if a lesbian pops up in a film, it’s now about as outmoded and the shock obsolete as the landline and mullets… well, I have seen people still sporting mullets.

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And I’d like to say there’s more than mild creepiness; there are absolute moments of mind-jolting terror. The exquisite color palette and the eye for detail support the sense of mystery, such as the fabulous Houdini poster in Michael’s apartment, a centerpiece in plain sight that one might miss. However, it is there to instruct us on our journey through the dark maze of the storyline.

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If anything, the film lies closer in relationship to Roman Polanski’s The Tenant (1976) where another protagonist Trelkovsky portrayed by Polanski himself, is being gaslighted and mentally tortured by a group of people (Shelley Winters, Lila Kedrova, and Jo Van Fleet) in his building that may or may not exist ultimately driving him to attempt suicide. The fact that our heroine Alison is driven to madness and suicide by her seemingly harmless yet strange and quirky neighbors, who are actually unholy denizens of hell, definitely evokes comparisons in my mind with Roman Polanski’s equally disturbing The Tenant (1976).

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I’d even go as far as to compare director Michael Winner and writer Jeffrey Konvitz’s film to have something of an Alejandro Jodorowsky flavor to it, with the grotesque imagery and surreal procession. Or might have influenced the very hallucinatory Jacob’s Ladder (1990), which deals with a soul’s nightmarish journey through unfathomable realms of consciousness while he navigates a hellish limbo, that conjures demons and angels alike.

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With The Sentinel some people are fascinated, some are repulsed and some just think The Sentinel is truly a retread of Polanski/Castle’s superior masterpiece.

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Vintage Everyday! Shares some Halloween treats for the eyes! –

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35 Amazing Vintage Photos of American Actresses with Their Halloween Costumes!

 Halloween with vintage American actresses.

American actress and singer Virginia Bruce, 1932

Ann Rutherford serves up made to order Halloween pumpkins, ca. 1940s

Anne Gwynne, 1941

Anne Nagel, ca. 1940s

Audrey Young as a black cat for Halloween, 1946

Ava Gardner dressed as a witch, 1944

Barbara Bates and Penny Edwards, 1950

Barbara Bates, 1945

Barbara Britton, Ella Neal, Eva Gabor, and Katherine Booth, 1941

Bessie Love, ca. 1920s

Clara Bow, 1929

Classic Hollywood actress Colleen Moore, ca. 1920s

Classic Hollywood actress Myrna Loy, ca. 1930s

Debbie Reynolds Halloween pinup, 1950

Dorothy Dare in 1928 Halloween

Dorothy Dix in Halloween costumes, ca. 1930s

Dusty Anderson as a black cat, 1945

Helen Bennett in spider dress, 1939

Ida Lupino in the 1930s Halloween

Joan Blondell in a cat costume, ca. 1930s

Joan Crawford as a funny clown, ca. 1920s

June Preisser carving pumpkins for Halloween, ca. 1940s

Lillian Wells, ca. 1940s

Linda Darnell, ca. 1940s.

Lynn Barri, ca. 1940s

Maila Nurmi as a vampire, 1954

Margaret Hamilton as the Wizard of Oz in the 1930s Halloween

Marjorie Reynolds, Frances Brix and Mitzi Uehlein, 1940

Myrna Dell, ca. 1940s

Olga San Juan, ca. 1940s

Paulette Goddard, 1939

Phyllis Kirk, ca. 1950s

Shirley Temple in Halloween, 1935

Silent film start Mary Pickford, ca. 1910s

Vera-Ellen, 1956
Thank You Vintage Everyday for sharing these gorgeous gals getting into the ‘spirit’ of Halloween!
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Enduring Empowerment : Women Who didn’t Give a Damn! …in Silent & Classic film!

THE SILENT YEARS: When we started not giving a damn on screen!

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THE GODLESS GIRL (1929) CHAIR SMASH courtesy of our favorite genius gif generator- Fritzi of Movies Silently.

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In celebration of our upcoming Anti Damsel Blogathon on August 15 & 16, I had this idea to provide a list of bold, brilliant, and beautiful women!

There was to be no indecent exposure of the ankles and no SCHWOOSHING!  Not in this Blogathon baby!

From the heyday of Silent film and the advent of talking pictures to the late "˜20s to 1934 Pre-Code Hollywood, films were rife with provocative and suggestive images, where women were kicking up a storm on screen… The end of the code during the early 60s dared to offer social commentary about race, class, gender, and sexuality! That’s our party!

In particular, these bold women and the screen roles they adopted have become legendary. They sparked catchy dialogue, inspired fashion trends, or just plain inspired us… Altogether there are 111 of SOME of the most determined, empowered, and uniquely fortified femmes of classic film…!

First of course I consulted the maven of all things splendid, shimmery, and SILENT for her take on silent film actresses and the parts that made them come alive on the immortal screen…. Fritzi at Movies Silently has summoned up these fabulous femmes…

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1) Rischka (Pola Negri) in The Wildcat (1921) Ernst Lubitsch’s hyperactive Dr. Seussian comedy is worth seeing for the sets alone but the best part is Pola Negri’s Rischka, a young bandit queen who is terrorizing the mountains. She meets the local Lothario during a robbery and by the end of the scene she has stolen his heart. And his pants.
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2) The Countess (Pola Negri) in A Woman of the World (1925) Anyone who thought going to Hollywood would tame Pola Negri’s wild side had another thing coming. In this film, she plays a countess whose skull tattoo causes an uproar in Anytown, USA. The film also features a romance between Negri and the stuffy local prosecutor, who soon finds himself on the receiving end of her bullwhip. Not a metaphor.
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3) Lulu (Lois Wilson) in Miss Lulu Bett (1921) Independent women weren’t always given to violence and thievery. In the case of Lulu, she is a single woman trapped in two Victorian social conventions: spinster and poor relations. During the course of the film, she rejects both titles, learns her own self-worth, and empowers herself to enter into a healthy relationship with the local schoolmaster. Tasty feminism!
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4) Zaida (Bebe Daniels) in She’s a Sheik (1927) Silent movie audiences enjoyed reversals of gender tropes. The Rudolph Valentino vehicle The Sheik (1921) had been a smash hit and had spawned many rip-offs and parodies. (kidnapping = love = box office!) In this case, a warrior princess falls for a French officer and decides the most sensible course of action is to abduct him for the purpose of marriage. Sadly, this comedy seems to be one of many silent films that are missing and presumed lost.
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5) Eve (Leatrice Joy) in Eve’s Leaves (1926) Another gender reversal comedy, Eve’s Leaves features twenties fashion icon Leatrice Joy as a tomboy sailor who finds the perfect man while ashore on business. She ends up saving the day– and her favorite dude in distress– through quick thinking, a knowledge of knots, and a mean right hook.
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6) Ossi (Ossi Oswalda) in The Doll (1919) Ernst Lubitsch featured another feisty heroine in this surreal comedy. Our hero wishes to dodge marriage but cannot gain his inheritance without a bride. A plan! He will buy a lifelike doll from a famous toymaker and marry that. What he doesn’t know is that the doll was broken, the toymaker’s daughter has taken its place and she means to teach the reluctant bridegroom a lesson. Oswalda’s mischievous antics are a delight.
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7) Molly (Mary Pickford) in Sparrows (1926) Mary Pickford was America’s Sweetheart during the silent era and audiences adored her fearless heroines. Molly is one of her boldest. She’s an orphan raised in a Southern swamp who must rescue a kidnapped infant. The epic final race across the swamps– complete with alligators– is still harrowing to behold.
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8) Helen (Helen Holmes) in A Lass of the Lumberlands (1916) Helen Holmes was an action star who specialized in train-related stunts and adventure. In this 1916 serial, she saves the day on numerous occasions and even saves her love interest from peril on the train tracks. (It should be mentioned that the Victorian “woman tied to the train tracks” cliche was incredibly rare and usually treated with ridicule in silent films.) This is another movie that is missing and presumed lost.
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9) Diana Monti (Musidora) in Judex (1916) Not all the empowered women in classic films were heroines. In the case of Musidora, her most famous roles were as criminal. She was the deadly thief/hit-woman Irma Vep in Les Vampires and then took on the titular caped crusader in Judex. Smart, stealthy, and likely to slip a stiletto between the ribs… in short, a woman not to be trifled with.
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10) Helen (Miriam Nesbitt) in The Ambassador’s Daughter (1913) This short film from Thomas Edison’s motion picture studio features espionage and a quick-thinking heroine. She tracks down spies at the embassy, follows her suspect, and manages to steal back the documents that he purloined from her father. Not at all bad for a film made seven years before the Nineteenth Amendment was ratified.
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11) Cornelia Van Gorder (Emily Fitzroy) in The Bat (1926) It’s a dark and stormy night and a murderous costumed villain means to recover stolen loot in an isolated mansion. What is an elderly woman to do? Take up her trusty pistol and investigate, of course! She also wields a dry wit and keeps cool under pressure. The Bat doesn’t stand a chance.
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12) Catherine the Great (Louise Dresser) in The Eagle (1925) As mentioned above, Rudolph Valentino specialized in aggressive wooing but he finds the shoe on the other foot in this Russian romance. Louise Dresser is a kick as the assertive czarina who knows what she likes and goes for it.

Now to unleash the gust of gals from my tornadic mind filled with favorite actresses and the characters that have retained an undying sacred vow to heroine worship… In their private lives, their public persona and the mythological stardom that has & still captivates generations of fans, the roles they brought to life, and the lasting influence that refuses to go away…!

Because they have their own unique rhythm to the way they moved through the world… a certain kind of mesmerizing allure, and/or they just didn’t give a hoot, a damn… nor a flying fig!

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“The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud”-Coco Chanel

Stars like Bette Davis, Barbara Stanwyck, Joan Crawford, and Ida Lupino managed to keep re-inventing themselves. They became spirited women with an inner reserve of strength and a passion for following their desires!

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Barbara Stanwyck posing with boxing gloves!

The following actresses and their immortal characters are in no particular order…!

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13. Phyllis Dietrichson (Barbara Stanwyck) Double Indemnity (1944) set fire to the screen as one of the most seductive femme fatales"” a dame who made sunglasses and ankle bracelets a provocative weapon. She had murder on her mind and was just brazen enough to concoct an insurance scam that will pay off on her husband’s murder in Double Indemnity (1944). Walter Neff (Fred MacMurray) is the insurance guy who comes around and winds up falling under her dangerous spell"¦ Walter Neff: "You'll be here too?" Phyllis: " I guess so, I usually am." Neff: "Same chair, same perfume, same ankle?" Phyllis:  "I wonder if I know what you mean?" Neff: "I wonder if you wonder?"
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14. Marie "Slim" Browning in To Have and Have Not (1944) Lauren Bacall walked into our cinematic consciousness at age 19 when Howard Hawks cast her as Marie "Slim" Browning in To Have and Have Not (1944). A night club singer, (who does a smoking rendition of Hogie Carmichael's "˜How Little We Know") She's got a smooth talking deep voiced sultry beauty, possesses a razor-sharp wit to crack wise with, telling it like it is, and the sexiest brand of confidence and cool. Slim has the allure of a femme fatale, the depth of a soul mate and the reliability of a confidant, and a fearless sense of adventure. Playing across Bogart as the jaded Captain Harry Morgan who with alcoholic shipmate Eddie (Walter Brennan ) runs a boating operation on the island of Martinique. Broke they take a job transporting a fugitive running from the Nazis. Though Morgan doesn't want to get involved, Slim is a sympathizer for the resistance, and he falls in love with her, while she makes no bones about wanting him to with all the sexual innuendo to heat things up! Slim: “You know you don’t have to act with me, Steve. You don’t have to say anything, and you don’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and… blow.”
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15. Margo Channing (Bette Davis) All About Eve (1950) In all Bette Davis' films like (Jezebel (1938) Dark Victory (1939) The Letter (1940) Now, Voyager (1942)), she shattered the stereotypes of the helpless female woman in peril. Davis had an unwavering strength, fearlessly taking on the Hollywood system and embracing fully the moody roles that weren't always "˜attractive.'  Davis made her comeback in 1950, perhaps melding a bit of her own story as an aging star in All About Eve. Margo must fend off a predatory aspiring actress (Anne Baxter as Eve Harrington) who insinuates herself into Margo's territory. Davis manifests the persona of ambition and betrayal which have become epic… “Fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night."Â 
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16. Margaret DeLorca / Edith Phillips (Bette Davis) plays the good twin/bad twin paradigm in Dead Ringer (1964). Edith is a struggling working-class gal who owns a nightclub, and Margaret is her vein and opportunistic twin who stole her beau Frank away and married into a wealthy lifestyle. On the night of his funeral, Edith shoots Margaret in a fit of vengeful pique, then assumes her identity with ironic results. Davis again proves even though she commits murder, she can manifest a pathos like no one else"¦ Margaret DeLorca: You really hate me, don’t you? You’ve never forgiven me in all these years.”  Edith Phillips: “Why should I? Tell me why I should.”  Margaret DeLorca: “Well, we’re sisters!”  Edith Phillips: “So we are… and to hell with you!”

Grande Dames/Guignol Cinema: Robert Aldrich’s Hag Cinema Part II: What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? 1962: “You mean all this time we could have been friends?”

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17. Jane Hudson (Bette Davis) in What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962) is a forgotten alcoholic former child star living in a faded Hollywood mansion with her invalid sister Blanche (Joan Crawford), herself an aging Hollywood star. They punish each other with vicious mind games, temper tantrums, and repressed feelings of revenge and jealousy.  Jane is a tragic tortured soul whose life becomes "˜ugly' because she’s been shunned and imprisoned by a fatal secret to which sister Blanche holds the key. What makes Jane such an empowered figure are the very things that have driven her mad. Jane's itching for a comeback and is ready to dance and sing her way back into everyone's heart! Jane has a child-like innocence that gives her that ambition and pure drive to see herself back on the stage. She believes it. While other people might laugh at her behind her back, Jane's repressed rage also leaves room for joy. She's an empowered aging actress who refuses to give up the spotlight"¦ Good for you Jane, now put down that hammer and feed Blanche something edible"¦ Davis delivering yet another legendary line… Blanche: “You wouldn’t be able to do these awful things to me if I weren’t still in this chair.” Jane: But you *are*, Blanche! You *are* in that chair!”
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18. Alma Brown (Patricia Neal), in Hud (1963): Playing against the unashamed bad boy Hud Bannon (Paul Newman), Alma is a world-weary housekeeper who drips with a quiet stoic sensuality and a slow wandering voice that speaks of her rugged womanly charm. The philandering Hud is drawn to Alma, but she's too much woman for him in the end… Hud Bannon: “I’ll do anything to make you trade him.” Alma Brown: “No thanks. I’ve done my time with one cold-blooded bastard, I’m not looking for another.”

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19. Sugarpuss O'Shea (Stanny) in Ball of Fire (1941) is just that, a sexy ball of fire and a wise-cracking night club singer who has to hide out from the mob because her testimony could put her mobster boyfriend Joe Lilac (Dana Andrews) away for murder! Some nerdy professors (including Gary Cooper) want to exploit her to study slang and learn what it's like to speak like real folk and does she turn their world upside down? Sugarpuss O’Shea: [needing help with a stubborn zipper] "You know, I had this happen one night in the middle of my act. I couldn’t get a thing off. Was I embarrassed!"
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20. Jo Courtney (Barbara Stanwyck) in Walk on The Wild Side (1962). Jo runs the New Orleans bordello called The Doll House with an iron hand"” when anyone steps out of line she knows how to handle them. Stanwyck had the guts to play a lesbian in 1962, madly in love with Hallie Gerard (Capucine). Stanwyck's Jo Courtney is elegant, self-restrained, and as imposing as Hera in tailored suits. Having to be strong in a man’s world, her strong instinct for survival and the audacious will to hold onto Hallie brings her world to a violent conclusion"¦Â  "Oh, you know me better than that Hallie. Sometimes I've waited years for what I wanted."Â Â Â 
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21. Marie Garson (Ida Lupino) in High Sierra (1941) Roy “Mad Dog" Earle has been pardoned from a long prison term. Marie, a rough around the edges taxi dancer, finds herself resisting her attraction to this brutal gangster, forming a very complicated dynamic with a second mobster who wants to pull off a high-stakes robbery. Marie is a force of nature that bristles from every nerve she purely musters in this tale of doom-fated bad boys, but more importantly here"¦ A woman can raise a rifle with the best of them! Marie Garson “Yeah, I get it. Ya always sort hope ya can get out, it keeps ya going.”

The Dark Drawer: Four Obscurely Fabulous Film Noir Fare…

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22. Lilli Marlowe (Ida Lupino) in Private Hell 36 (1954) This rare noir gem is written by the versatile powerhouse Ida Lupino who also plays Lilli Marlowe. Lilli has expensive tastes. After getting caught up in an investigation of a bank heist, she falls in love with the blue-collar cop Cal Bruner (Steve Cochran). Cal has secretly stashed away the missing money from that bank heist and then begins to suffer from a guilty conscience.  Lilli's slick repartee is marvelous as Cal and his reluctant partner Jack Farnham (then husband Howard Duff) focus on her, hoping she'll help them in their investigation. Lilli's tough, she's made it on her own and isn't about to compromise now"¦ Cal may be falling apart but Lilli knows what she wants and she always seems to keep it together! Lilli Marlowe: “Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed I’d meet a drunken slob in a bar who’d give me fifty bucks and we’d live happily ever after.”
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23. Constance Porter (Tallulah Bankhead) in Lifeboat 1944. It's WWII and Connie is a smart-talking international journalist who's stranded in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean with an ensemble of paranoid and desperate survivors. Eventually, her fur coat comes off, her diamond bracelet and expensive camera get tossed into the sea. But she doesn't give a damn, she can take the punishment and still attract the hunky and shirtless (yum) John Kodiak"¦ survival's just a state of mind"¦ and she does it with vigor and class and a cool calm! Connie Porter: “Dying together’s even more personal than living together.” 
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24. Berenice Sadie Brown (Ethel Waters) The Member of the Wedding 1952. Berenice doesn't take any crap. She’s in charge of the brooding, temperamental tomboy Franky Addams (Julie Harris) who feels like an outsider. Berenice’s kitchen is a place of wisdom as she tries to bestow some life lessons, to a child who is a wild and longing little soul"¦ Berenice is the only steady source of nurturing and a strong pair of shoulders to lean on"¦ Thank god Franky/Harris didn't start having her droning inner monologues until The Haunting (1963). Frances ‘Frankie’ Addams: [throws the knife into the kitchen door] “I’m the world’s greatest knife thrower.”  Berenice Sadie Brown: [when Frankie threatens her with a knife] “Lay it down, Satan!” 
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25. The Bride (Elsa Lanchester) Bride of Frankenstein (1935) The Bride might be one of the first screen women to rabidly defy an arranged/deranged marriage. She's iconic,  memorable, and filled with glorious hiss!.. because The Bride may have come into this world in an unorthodox way, but she'll be damned if any man is going to tell her who to love! James Whale isn't the only one who brought about life in this campy horror masterpiece"¦ Elsa Lanchester manifested The Bride with a keen sense of fearsome independence. No matter whether the Monster demands a Mate, The Bride isn't ready and willing. Lanchester always took daring roles that were larger than life because she had a way of dancing around the edges of Hollywood conventions. Charming, hilarious, and downright adorable even with the wicked lightning-struck hair and stitches and deathly pale skin! the bride-"Hiss"¦Scream"¦”

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26. Hildy Johnson (Rosalind Russell) in His Gal Friday (1940) Hildy is a hard-bitten reporter for New York City's The Morning Post. She's just gotten back from Reno to get a divorce from her louse of a husband who happens to also be her boss Walter Burns (Cary Grant). Hildy's anxious to break ties with her manipulative ex-husband who just isn't ready to let her leave the job or their marriage so she can marry straight-laced Bruce (Ralph Bellamy)"¦ and he'll do so by any means. But she's nobody's fool"¦ and if she stays it's because she's made up her mind to embrace Walter's crazy antics"¦ Hildy Johnson: [to Walter on the phone] “Now, get this, you double-crossing chimpanzee: There ain’t going to be any interview and there ain’t going to be any story. And that certified check of yours is leaving with me in twenty minutes. I wouldn’t cover the burning of Rome for you if they were just lighting it up. If I ever lay my two eyes on you again, I’m gonna walk right up to you and hammer on that monkeyed skull of yours ’til it rings like a Chinese gong!” 
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27. Norma Desmond (Gloria Swanson) in Sunset Boulevard (1950) There's just no one quite like Norma Desmond. It's 1950's decadent Hollywood, the heyday of the Silent Era long gone"¦ and a true screen icon, a sympathetic soul, fights her way to a comeback. brought to life by Gloria Swanson. Swanson, who knew very well what it was like to be a screen goddess railing against fading away, creates an atmosphere of fevered madness. She's a woman whose desires are punished by an industry and the men who hold the reigns. But Norma doesn't give a damn she'll always be ready for that eternal close-up"¦ Yet another memorable phrase is turned and a legend both on and off screen is reborn. Joe Gillis: “You’re Norma Desmond. You used to be in silent pictures. You used to be big.”  Norma Desmond: “I *am* big. It’s the *pictures* that got small.” 
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28. Karen Stone -(Vivien Leigh) in The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone (1961) Karen Stone has the misfortune of being a 50-year-old actress. There's no place in the theatre for an old woman of 50. On the way to Italy with her husband who is much older than she, he dies of a heart attack on the plane. Karen decides to settle in Rome and live a quiet life of solitude in her magnificent villa. Contessa Magda Terribili-Gonzales (Lotte Lenya) is an opportunistic Madame who employs charming young gigolos to wine, dine, and bleed dry wealthy older women. She introduces Paolo di Leo (Warren Beatty) to Karen in hopes that it will bring about a showering of riches from this great American lady. Karen has no use for her old theatre friends, the status, and the game of staying on top. She enjoys the serenity of her life at the villa. Yet she is shadowed by a young Italian street hustler's mysterious gaze. At first, Karen is reserved and cautious but soon she allows Paolo to court her, and the two eventually begin an affair. Karen is aware Paolo is using her for her money, but her passion has been released. She is using him as well. But when his mood begins to sour and he turns away, Karen finds him with a younger wealthy upcoming starlet that he is already sizing up as his next meal ticket"¦ The fling ends but Karen has taken back the power of attraction and sexual desire, and turns the usual stigmatizing dichotomy on its head, while it was okay when she was a younger woman married to a much older man,  she takes a younger male lover Karen Stone: “You see… I don’t leave my diamonds in the soap dish… and when the time comes when nobody desires me… for myself… I’d rather not be… desired… at all.” 
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29. Maxine Faulk (Ava Gardner) in Night of the Iguana (1964). Maxine is a personification of the loner. She is sexually, morally, and socially independent from opinion. When Ava was cast as the "earthy widow" the director said her "feline sexuality" was perfect for one of Tennessee Williams' "hot-blooded ladies." Maxine runs a quiet out-of-the-way tourist oasis in Mexico. When a busload of provincial middle-aged ladies break down, Maxine has to host Judith Fellowes (Grayson Hall) a repressed lesbian, her gaggle of ladies who lunch, and Sue Lyon, a Lolita who is chasing Rev. T. Lawrence Shannon (Richard Burton) a defrocked alcoholic priest, that Maxine would like to become better acquainted with. Once Hannah Jelkes (Deborah Kerr) and her elderly grandfather arrive, the atmosphere seems to shift and Shannon is confronted with questions of life and love. Everyone at the hotel has demons and the rich and languid air seems to effect everyone"¦ Maxine waits patiently for Lawrence to realize that they could have a passionate life together if he'd stop torturing himself"¦ Gardner’s scene dancing in the ocean with the two young men is daring and provocative and purely Ava Garnder- Judith Fellowes: [Yelling at Shannon] “You thought you outwitted me, didn’t you, having your paramour here cancel my call.”  Maxine Faulk: “Miss Fellowes, honey, if paramour means what I think it does you’re gambling with your front teeth.”
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30. Maude (Ruth Gordon) in Harold and Maude (1971) There is no one quite like Ruth Gordon. She's a sage, a pixie filled with a dreamy light that shines so bright from within. You can't help but believe that she was as effervescent off-screen as she was on screen.  Maude has a transcendent worldview and a personal dogma to live life to the fullest and not waste time with extraneous matters. She believes everyone should be themselves and never mind what other people think"¦ What else can you say about a character that vocalizes as much wisdom as any of the great and insightful spiritual leaders? Maude and Ruth both have tenacity, vivacity, and perspicacity"¦Â  Maude: “Harold, *everyone* has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You just can’t let the world judge you too much.”  — Maude: “I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They’re so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?”  Harold: “I don’t know. One of these, maybe.”  Maude: “Why do you say that?”  Harold: “Because they’re all alike.”  Maude: “Oooh, but they’re *not*. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, and some even have lost some petals. All *kinds* of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world’s sorrow comes from people who are *this.”

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31. Ma Kate Barker (Shelley Winters) in Bloody Mama 1970: You know that Roger Corman was going to get the BEST woman who didn't give a damn to play Ma Barker, the machine gun-wielding matriarch of a notorious gang of bank robbers. She'll do anything for her boys"¦ Four boys only a mother could love. She’d kill for them! Ma Barker was irreverent and as mean as a bear backed into a beehive. A bold and brazen nature that delves into a whole other level of "˜no fucks given.'  Holding up a bank with her machine gun in hand "Alright everybody now reaches for the nightgown of the lord, REACH!"Â 
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32. Pepe (Grayson Hall) in Satan in High Heels (1962). Pepe is the owner of a posh burlesque house in mod-yet-gritty 60s New York City. Pepe is an incessant smoker and savvy, domineering woman who brings the story about a new ‘singer’ Stacey Kane (Meg Myles) who joins the club, to a boil"” even as she stays as cool as the center seed of a cucumber. Pepe tilts her head sizing up all the various patrons who inhabit her club with just the right mix of aloofness and self-possession as she puffs on her cigarette. She's always ready with the quick lash of her tongue like a world-weary drag queen.  “Bear up, darling, I love your eyelashes.” — “You’ll EAT and DRINK what I SAY until you lose five pounds IN THE PLACES WHERE!”
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33. Lucy Warriner (Irene Dunne), The Awful Truth (1937) Before the ink on the divorce papers is dry Jerry (Cary Grant) and Lucy Warriner (Irene Dunne) torture each other and sabotage any chances of either of them getting re-married. Both Lucy and Jerry carry on monologues to themselves throwing out quick-witted repartee so that we can see both sides of the story. One evening, when Jerry is flirting with the idea of marrying into a high society family, Lucy impersonates his sister, playing at it like a cheap bimbo. At one point she does a fabulous drunken Hoochie dance, wiggling around with a provocative sway falling into her ex-husband’s arms in a way that should definitely put a dent in Jerry's plans. Lucy is hell-bent on driving Jerry crazy, yet becomes flustered herself when the tables are turned on her as she tries to carry on with her new fiancé (Ralph Bellamy). Jerry Warriner: “In half an hour, we’ll no longer be Mr. and Mrs. Funny, isn’t it.”  Lucy Warriner: “Yes, it’s funny that everything’s the way it is on account of the way you feel.”  Jerry Warriner: “Huh?”  Lucy Warriner: “Well, I mean, if you didn’t feel that way you do, things wouldn’t be the way they are, would they? I mean, things could be the same if things were different.”  Jerry Warriner: “But things are the way you made them.”  Lucy Warriner: “Oh, no. No, things are the way you think I made them. I didn’t make them that way at all. Things are just the same as they always were, only, you’re the same as you were, too, so I guess things will never be the same again.”

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34. Catherine ‘Cay' Higgins (Ruth Roman) in Tomorrow is Another Day (1951). Catherine is a tough dance hall girl who isn't afraid to get herself dirty. She goes on the lam for the sake of self-preservation when her new love interest Bill Clark (Steve Cochran) is wrongfully accused of killing her abusive pimp"¦ and geez he's just gotten out of prison after a long stretch. Cay is ballsy, extremely earthy, and exudes an inner strength that is so authentic it's hard not to believe she could take one on the chin and still keep going. She embodies an indestructible sort of sex appeal, a powerfully passionate and self-assertive woman you'd want to be with you if you're ever on the lam"¦ Catherine ‘Cay’ Higgins: “You worked a whole day just to dance a minute at Dream Land?  Bill Clark: It was worth it.”
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35. Mona Stevens (Lizabeth Scott) Pitfall (1948) Mona is a sultry dewy blonde fashion model with a low simmering voice in the greatest tradition of the noir femme fatale. Forbes falls for her, and they begin to see each other, though she unwittingly starts the affair without knowing he's married. It's a recipe for disaster because ex-cop turned private dick J B MacDonald (Raymond Burr) is psychotically obsessed with Mona and will set things up so Forbes goes down. Mona is a tough cookie, who unfortunately keeps attracting the wrong men. But she can take on any challenge because she's got that noir frame of mind. She's a doll who can make up her own mind and can hold a gun in her hand as easily as if it were a cigarette. Mona "You're a little man with a briefcase. You go to work every morning and you do as you're told."
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36. Lady Torrence (Anna Magnani ) in The Fugitive Kind (1960) Lady is an earthy woman whose passions run like a raging river & her emotions and truths flow freely on the surface clear and forceful. She is a shop owner in Louisiana who is stoically existing in a brutal marriage to her cruel and vindictive husband Jabe (Victor Jory) who's bedridden and dying of cancer. Lady dreams of building a confectionary in the back of the store. Along comes Marlon Brando as Valentine "Snakeskin' Xavier, a guitar-playing roamer who takes a job in the shop. Lady's jaded loneliness and Valentine's raw animal magnetism combust and the two begin a love affair. And Lady suddenly sees possibility again and her re-awakened passion empowers her to live her dreams. Lady-"Let's get this straight, you don't interest me no more than the air you stand in."
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37.  Egle (Anna Magnani) "¦ And the Wild Wild Women (1959) Egle is the toughest inmate at this Italian prison for women. When Lina (Giulietta Masina) is convicted of a wrong felony charge, Egle takes her under her hardened wing and tutors her in the ways of crime. Egle is an instigator, she's volatile and inflammatory and stirs up quite a riot at times. She's got no fear. She is a tougher-than-nails, armpit-washing dame who just could care less about anyone else's comfort or freedom. She's a woman who has built up a tough exterior long enough that she truly is made of steel. The only thing that may betray that strength is at times the past sorrow or suffering that swims in her deep dark eyes.
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38. Serafina Delle Rose (Anna Magnani) in The Rose Tattoo (1955) As the tagline states "˜Seething with realism and frankness!" You can't get any other kind of performance from Magnani, her passionate soul is right up front, on her face, and in her movements like a wild animal, she moves so freely. Serafina is a perpetual grieving widow filled with fire, playing against another actor (Burt Lancaster) whose bigger-than-life presence comes her way to bring about a lighthearted romance"¦ Serafina is a seamstress in a small New Orleans town. She lives with the memory of her dead husband as if he were a saint. She mourns and wears black to show she is still committed to her man, even after he's been killed by police while smuggling drugs for the mafia hidden in the bananas in his truck. With the presence of the local Strega or witch (Serafina gives deference to these things illustrating that she is of an older world of ancient feminine magic and empowerment), and her wandering goat, the town of fish wives & gossips who point, stare judge, wail and cackle with their unkind insults put Serafina it forces her to fight for every last bit of dignity. Serafina gives deference to these things illustrating that she is of an older world of ancient feminine magic and empowerment. Once she learns her dead husband Rosario Delle Rose (who had a rose tattoo on his chest) was having an affair, the spell that leaves her imprisoned by mourning, breaks and awakens her will to celebrate life once again. She is stubborn, & passionate, and she has a strength that commands the birds out of the trees.  Serafina “We are Sicilians. We don't leave girls with the boys they're not engaged to!” Jack "Mrs Delle Rose this is the United States.” Serafina “But we are Sicilians, and we are not cold-blooded!”
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39. Martha (Elizabeth Taylor) in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966) Martha who is the archetypal Xanthippe and George (Richard Burton) are a middle-aged couple marinated in alcohol, using verbal assaults, brutal tirades, and orgies of humiliation as a form of connecting to one other. All the characters spew biting blasphemous satire and are each neurotic in their own ways. But Martha is a woman who spits out exactly what she wants to say and doesn't hold back. It's an experiment in at-home couple's therapy served with cocktails, as they invite Nick and Honey (George Segal and Sandy Dennis) to join the humiliating emotional release. In the opening of the film Martha arrives home and does a nod to Bette Davis while also condemning her own personal space and the state of her marriage, as she says "What a dump." "I swear to GOD George, if you even existed I'd divorce you.”– Martha: "You're all flops. I'm the Earth Mother, and you are all flops."

Sam Fuller’s The Naked Kiss (1965): Part I: “There’ll be no later, this town is clean”

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40. Gloria Wandrous  (Elizabeth Taylor) in Butterfield 8 (1960). Gloria is a fashionable Manhattan beauty who’s part model, part call girl–and all man-trap. She grew up during the Depression and couldn't escape the sexual advances of her uncle. New York City was for her a great escape. Gloria becomes an independent, sexually free woman who wants to get paid for her time. She hits the bottle a lot because she has those dark troubling memories from her past that make her want to drown her thoughts. She winds up meeting a wealthy business executive who's married, Weston Liggett, (Laurence Harvey) instantly he becomes entranced by her. She's thrown off course and headed toward a fateful end because she sees a kindred soul in the disillusioned Liggett who isn't happy in his marriage. Their passion breathes new life into both lonely people. Though we can admire her sexual liberation, in cinema, women in the 60s ultimately had to be punished for their willful freedom, though it's a double standard of course. Liz Taylor is another screen goddess who never shied away from bold & provocative roles. Gloria Wandrous: “Command performances leave me quite cold. I’ve had more fun in the back seat of a ’39 Ford than I could ever have in the vault of the Chase Manhattan Bank.”
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41. Severine Sevigny (Catherine Deneuve) in Belle du Jour (1967) A whole new world opens up to Severine, a repressed housewife married to a doctor when she decides to spend her midweek afternoons as a prostitute. While she can not seem to find any pleasure or intimacy with her husband, she blossoms in the brothel run by Madame Anais (Geneviève Page) and adopts a persona that can experiment with her secret desires of being dominated, her sexual appetites flourish during the day, when often she runs into more rough clients. But, sexual freedom has a price and ultimately, a relationship with a volatile and possessive John (Pierre Clémenti) could prove to be dangerous. Severine breaks free of the confines of convention, like marriage, and explores a provocative even deviant kind of sexual behavior. She allows herself to go further and explore the most secret desires by indulging them, it is quite adventurous and risky and Deneuve masters it with a transcendent elegance. Madame Anais: “I have an idea. Would you like to be called “Belle de Jour?”  Séverine Serizy: “Belle de Jour?”  Madame Anais: “Since you only come in the afternoons.”  Séverine Serizy: “If you wish.” 

The Bride Wore Black 1968: Jeanne Moreau… Goddess of the Hunt

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42. Julie Kohler (Jeanne Moreau) in The Bride Wore Black (1968) Julie Kohler is on a mission of revenge for the men who accidentally shot her husband on their wedding day outside the church. It was a short marriage"¦ Julie finds a maniacal almost macabre sort of presentation to her theater of revenge, she moves through the film with the ease of a scorpion. But there's dark humor and irony  (in François Truffaut’s homage to Hitchcock) running through the narrative. Like a good mystery thriller, it utilizes very classic iconographic motifs. Julie is a captivating figure of sadness and passion put out at the height of its flame. Once passion for her late husband, and now passion for revenge. It's playful and sexy and Moreau is utterly brilliant as the resourceful Julie Kolher who creates a satirically dire & elaborate, slightly Grande Guignol adventure of a vengeful woman on a crusade to exact poetic justice where the system has failed. Coral: “Permit me to make an impossible wish?” Julie Kohler: “Why impossible?” Coral: “Because I’m a rather pessimist.” Julie Kohler: “I’ve heard it said: “There are no optimists or pessimists. There are only happy idiots or unhappy ones”. —Julie-"It's not a mission. It's work. It's something I must do" Priest"“"Give it up""¨ Julie"“"That's impossible, I must continue til it's over""¨Priest"“"Have you had no remorse in your heart?"¦ don't you fear for your soul?""¨Julie-"NO"¦ no remorse, nor fear.""¨Priest-"You know you'll be caught in the end""¨Julie-"The justice of men is powerless to punish, I'm already dead. I stopped living the moment David died. I'll join David after I've had my revenge."
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43. Alraune ten Brink -Brigitte Helm as Alraune 1928. A daughter of destiny! Created by Professor Jakob ten Brinken (Paul Wegener) Alraune is a variation on the Shelley story about a man and his womb envy- which impels him to create a humanoid figure from unorthodox methods. A creation who does not possess a soul. He dared to violate nature when he experiments with the seed (sperm) of a hanged man and the egg of a prostitute. Much like James Whale's Frankenstein who sought the secrets of life, Alraune is essentially a dangerous female whose origin is seeded from this socially constructed "˜deviance’ of the hanged criminal and the whore (the film proposes that a whore is evil- I do not) Mixing the essence of sin with the magical mandrake root by alchemist ten Brinken he is seeking the answer to the question of an individual’s humanity and whether it be a product of nature or nurture. Alraune stumbles onto the truth about her origin when she reads the scientist's diary"¦ What could be more powerful than a woman who isn't born with the sense of socially ordered morality imposed or innate? Is she not the perfect femme fatale without a conscience, yet"¦ A woman who knows she is doomed to a life without a soul, she runs away with her creator’s love-sick nephew, leaving Professor ten Brinken, father figure, and keeper- alone.
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44. Rachel Cooper (Lillian Gish) in Night of the Hunter (1955) "I've never been in style, so I can never go out of style." –Lillian Gish. There are certain images that will remain with you long after seeing masterpieces like Night of the Hunter. Aside from Harry Powell and Mitchum's frightening portrayal of an opportunistic sociopath, beyond the horror of what he is, the film is like a childhood fairy tale. It's a cautionary tale about the boogeyman but it's also a story about the resilient spirit and far-reaching imagination of children. And those who are the guardian angels of the world. One of the most calming and fortifying images- is that of Rachel Cooper (Lillian Gish) protecting the children from harm, holding the rifle, and keeping watch like a wonderful fairy godmother elected by fate to guard those little ones with her powerful brand of love"¦ There's just something about Gish's graceful light that emanates from within and the character she manifests in the righteous Rachel Cooper"¦. Rachel Cooper: “It’s a hard world for little things.”

Chapter 3 – Queers and Dykes in the Dark: Classic, Noir & Horror Cinema’s Coded Gay Characters:

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45. Kathleen Stewart- (Lucille Ball) in The Dark Corner (1956) Kathleen Stewart is the always faithful and trustworthy secretary of private investigator Bradford Galt (Mark Stevens) She's the right amount of snarky and just a sexy bundle of smarts"¦ Bradford Galt: “You know, I think I’ll fire you and get me a Tahitian secretary.”  Kathleen Stewart: “You won’t like them; those grass skirts are a fire hazard.”  Kathleen just won't quit her boss. She knows he's in trouble and wants to help him face it head-on. She keeps pushing Galt to open up that steel-safe "heart", of his and let her help. Once she's in on the intrigue, she's right there with him, putting her secretarial skills aside and getting into the fray with her love interest/boss. She shows no fear or hesitation, doesn't look down on Galt's past, and is quite a versatile sidekick who really helps him out of a dangerous setup! She’s that other sort of film noir heroine Not quite the "˜good girl' nor a femme fatale. A strong sassy woman who doesn't shy away from danger and when she's in"¦ She's in it ‘for keeps.’ And say"¦ isn't that empowering!. Kathleen tells it like it is, sure she dotes on the down-and-out guy and is the strong shoulder to lean on, whenever things get frenzied or rough. Doesn't make her a sap, it makes her a good friend and companion! Kathleen: “I haven’t worked for you very long, Mr. Galt, but I know when you’re pitching a curve at me, and I always carry a catcher’s mitt.”  Bradford Galt: “No offense. A guy’s got to score, doesn’t he?”  Kathleen: “Not in my league. I don’t play for score, I play for keeps.”
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46. Lady Lu (Mae West) in She Done Him Wrong (1933) In the Gay Nineties, Lady Lu is a voluptuous nightclub owner/singer (she sings-A Guy What Takes His Time) who has men falling all over themselves. One is her ex-lover who just escaped from prison, and a few waiting in the wings. Lu is interested in the handsome Captain Cummings (Cary Grant) who runs the temperance league across the way. Lady Lu loves to be bathed in and dazzled by diamonds, lots of diamonds. But Lu is also determined to seduce missionary Cary Grant… who is more interested in her soul than in her body-Marvelous Mae tells him- “Maybe I ain’t got no soul.” Mae had a hand in creating the woman who didn't give a damn! She gave us the immortal line"¦ “Come up’n see me some time. I’m home every evenin’–“Lady Lou: “Listen when women go wrong, men go right after them.”  Captain Cummings: “Well, surely you don’t mind my holding your hand?”  Lady Lou: “It ain’t heavy – I can hold it myself.” 
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47.  Nicole Horner (Simone Signoret) in Diabolique (1955) Simone Signoret is a torrent of sensuality (Room at the Top 1959, Ship of Fools 1965) Christina Delassalle (Véra Clouzot) plays the wife of a sadistic husband Michel Delassalle (Paul Meurisse) the controlling headmaster at their boarding school for boys. Nicole is the mistress of the cruel Michel, who has formed a special bond with Christina. Nicole incites the timid and weak woman to kill the bastard by drowning him in a bathtub and dumping his body in the school's unused mucky swimming pool. Nicole is determined and forceful in her mission to rid Christine of this abusive beast and the two women go through with the plan.  Nicole Horner: [to Christina] “I won’t have any regrets.”  In short, the pool is drained, and the body isn't there. And then there are numerous eerie sightings of the dead man which eventually drives the murderesses into a panic"¦Â  Is Nicole in on an even more nefarious scheme to drive Christina crazy? For now, the main focus is how Nicole summons a thuggish type of power that is riveting.  What's remarkable about the film, aside from Clouzot's incredible construction of a perfectly unwinding suspense tale, Signoret’s performance exudes grit and an unrelenting audaciousness. Nicole.  Christina Delassalle: “Don’t you believe in Hell?”  Nicole Horner: “Not since I was seven.” 
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48. Rosemary Woodhouse (Mia Farrow) in Rosemary's Baby 1968. Rosemary has a fearless defiance in an ordinary world that becomes an unsafe space and a deep well of paranoia. Beyond guarding her body and motherhood against all intruders, Rosemary has an open mind, and a delicate brand of kindness although troubled by a catholic upbringing that haunts her, she is still "˜too good' and too independent to taint. And she winds up taking her life and the life of her baby on her own terms. No one could have manifested the spirit of Rosemary Woodhouse like Mia Farrow. It's an indomitable image of striking resiliency. A heroine who braves an entire secretive cult of devil worshipers entrenched in the high society of NYC. That takes a lot of guts people!"¦ Ruth Gordon as well personifies a meddling old New York busybody who just happens to be a modern-day witch. Minnie Castavet also does what she wants -as she is empowered with her quirky style and her beliefs, as wicked as they may be"¦And her wardrobe is bold, kitschy, and fabulous! Rosemary Woodhouse: “Pain, begone, I will have no more of thee!”
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49. Alexandra Del Lago (Geraldine Page) in Sweet Bird of Youth (1962) Alexandra Del Lago is a decadent, soaked in boozed, and fading film star who is picked up by a drifter by Chance Wayne (Paul Newman) for a tumble in the sheets. He's been trying to break into the film biz for years, and hoping that Alexandra can help him get a screen test. He also wants to be reunited with his old flame Heavenly Finley (Shirley Knight). Chance Wayne: “I had my picture on the cover of Life magazine!… And at the same time, I was… employing my other talent, lovemaking.”  Alexandra Del Lago: “That may be the only talent you were ever truly meant for.” The roles that Geraldine Page would often take were filled with an intellect that transcends the strong female archetype. As Alexandra, she has a unique sort of cynical romanticism that exudes, a bit of alienation, a touch of longing, and a penetrating intensity. She might be a washed-up film star but she's also a philosopher with a grasp of vocalizing the ironies and tragedies of life. She wants to drown her sorrows in liquor so she can escape from the pain of her life, and the uncertainty the future holds. But within that internal tumult is the soul of a great lady. Narcissistic, world-weary, and a spirit stoked by those heartaches.

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50. Anna Lucasta (Eartha Kitt) (1958) Young Anna is rejected by her sanctimonious father Joe played to the hilt by Rex Ingram. While the rest of the family wants Anna to come home, her self-righteous father can't resist demonizing his daughter, with an underlying incestuous desire that he is battling.  Anna takes the cliched road of the fallen woman and becomes a good-time gal who meets Danny (Sammy Davis Jr.) a cab-driving sailor who is as smooth as silk and as fiery as molten lead. Though there is an underlying sadness because of the estrangement with her father, Anna possesses a strong sense of self, and exudes a fiery passion that cannot be denied"¦ She isn't a bad girl, she had to find her own way and again, it often leads to taking control of who you love and how you love. She and Sammy have a smoking hot chemistry on screen, and Kitt is just powerful as a woman who made that road her own"¦Â  Danny- “Tell her who Papa is” (speaking about the little carved wooden Haitian idol he's given her) Lester – “That's the model of Agwé the Haitian god of the sea. Seems he's good to sailors” Anna- “Looks like Papa and me’s got something in common"¦”
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51. Carol Richman (Ella Raines) in Phantom Lady 1944 Carol Richman risks her life to try to find the elusive woman who can prove her boss (Alan Curtis) didn’t murder his wife. The unhappy guy spends a fateful evening with a woman he has picked up in a bar. He doesn't know her name but she wears an unusual hat, which might be a clue for Carol to try and track down. Carol's got so much guts, she puts herself in harm’s way so many times but she's fearless just the same. Even when she meets the super creepy jazz drummer Cliff Milburn, who obviously is manic and might just be a sadist in bed, (if his drumming is any indication.) Plus there's always the deranged sculptor Jack Marlow (Franchot Tone) who seems to be a menacing force.  Cliff Milburn (Elisha Cook Jr) “You Like Jive?” Carol "˜Kansas' Richman "You bet, I'm a hep kitten."Â 
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52. Pam Grier is Coffy 1973  Okay okay tho I’m sneaking in past the 1970 cut-off"¦ I'm a woman who doesn't give a damn and nods to one of the greatest ’70s icons"¦ Pam Grier set the pace for strong female heroines that laid the groundwork for all the others to follow… so she gets a nod from me! She plays a nurse who becomes a vigilante in order to get justice against the inner-city drug dealers who are responsible for her sister's overdose"¦ Coffy sets the bar high for strong female characters who wouldn't back down, and who possessed a strength that is meteoric and a force to be reckoned with. A beautiful, resourceful, intelligent -a strikingly irrepressible image that will remain in the cultural consciousness for an eternity. Arturo Vitroni: “Crawl, n*gger!” Coffy: [pulls out gun] “You want me to crawl, white mother fucker?” Arturo Vitroni: “What’re you doing? Put that down.” Coffy: “You want to spit on me and make me crawl? I’m gonna piss on your grave tomorrow.”
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53. Charlie (Teresa Wright), in Shadow of a Doubt (1943) Charlie is tired of small-town life with her parents and annoying younger sister. She's a girl starved for new adventures, longing for something exciting to happen, to stir up her life. Careful what you wish for"¦ She's overwhelmed with joy when her beloved Uncle Charlie (Joseph Cotton) decides to pay the family a visit. But something isn't quite right with her idol, he begins to exhibit a strange sort of underlying hostility and troubling secret nature"¦ Her mother's (Patricia Collinge) younger brother is actually a sadistic serial killer who preys on rich widows by marrying them, then strangling them! He's so charming and charismatic that women can't help being drawn to him. But young Charlie begins to see through his facade. Why would he cut out the news headline in the paper about a murderer who kills rich women? It all begins to take shape, and unfortunately, Uncle Charlie can't afford to have his favorite niece spill the beans.  What's remarkable about young Charlie is that for a girl who fantasizes and indulges herself in things of a more romantic nature, she's pretty darn brave in the self-preservation department since no one else in the family believes her suspicions that he's The Merry Widow killer. And she might just have to go rogue and wind up killing him in self-defense"¦ Young Charlie: “Go away, I’m warning you. Go away or I’ll kill you myself. See… that’s the way I feel about you.”
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Sam Fuller’s The Naked Kiss (1965): Part I: “There’ll be no later, this town is clean”

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54. Kelly (Constance Towers) in The Naked Kiss (1964) The opening of the film is one of the most audacious entrances in early exploitation cinema, as Kelly confronts her pimp who has shaved off her hair and stolen her money. Kelly brutally pummels the rat with her handbag. Stripped of her hair she looks like a mannequin signifying her as the "˜object' She is introduced to us from the opening of the narrative as a fighter. Kelly manages to fit into the quaint new town of Granville she's made her home until the perverse true nature of Granville's benefactor is exposed. Grant (Michael Dante) possesses a dark secret that Kelly stumbles into and ultimately explodes into scandal. The story is a minefield of social criticisms and hypocrisy that allow Kelly to rise above her persecution by the local cop Griff (Anthony Eisley) who isn’t averse to taking Kelly to bed himself or frequenting Madame Candy's (Virginia Gray) high-class "cat house' yet he's above reproach. Griff tells Kelly it’s a clean town and he doesn't want her operating there. But Kelly wants out of the business. She's great with disabled children at the hospital and just wants a fresh start. Until she exposes the truly deviant secret about Grant and winds up accused of his murder. Kelly initially walks the fine line of being the "˜whore' of the story, the one who needs redemption only to have the narrative flip it around and more importantly it's the town that must be redeemed because of it is jaundiced complacency from the long-kept secrets of the wealthy Patriarchal family that owns and run it. Kelly is a powerful protagonist because she kicks down the door of hypocrisy and judgment. Kelly also shatters the limitations that are placed on women. There exists a displaced female rage that started to become articulated later on with ‘feminist parable’ films during the late 60s and 70s. In the end, she no longer is labeled or objectified, or persecuted. She is embraced as a savior. Kelly's got a reserve of strength and a great sense of self. To me, she ends up being a heroine who rather than redeems herself becomes the catalyst for cleansing the "˜white middle-class' town of its hypocrisy… Kelly (talking to Capt. Griff Anthony Eisley)"I washed my face clean the morning I woke up in your bedroom!"

Grande Dame/Guignol Cinema: Robert Aldrich’s Hag Cinema Part V: Hush…Hush, Sweet Charlotte 1964 “You’re my favorite living mystery” “Have you ever solved me?”

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55. Velma (Agnes Moorehead) in Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (1964) Velma is Charlotte's trusted companion. She shows a lot of gumption when Cousin Miriam (Olivia de Havilland) shows up trying to gaslight poor Charlotte who's suffered enough at the grotesque and tawdry way she lost her fiancee, and how she lived under the oppressive thumb of her father (Victor Buono). Velma wasn't nary shy a bit to face off with Cousin Miriam, that intimidating gold-digging she-devil in Park Avenue clothes. (From de Havilland’s own wardrobe) Velma always says it like it is, and tries to be a trusted friend to Charlotte even when the whole town shuns her as a crazy axe murderess. We all need friends who would either help you hide the body, or at least defend you against an accusing mob"¦ either way. I'm pretty sure Velma could have taken Miriam if she didn't have Joseph Cotton’s help on her side"¦ And we can't forget Mary Astor's firebrand performance as Jewel Mayhew"¦ Jewel Mayhew: “Well, right here on the public street, in the light of day, let me tell you, Miriam Deering, that murder starts in the heart, and its first weapon is a vicious tongue.”– Velma Cruther talking to Cousin Miriam: “O you’re finally showin’ the right side of your face. Well, I seen it all along. That’s some kinda drug you have been givin’ her. Isn’t it? It’s what’s been making her act like she’s been. Well, Ah’m goin’ into town and Ah’m tellin’ them what you have been up to.”

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