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Lucio Fulci's House by the Cemetery

Ah, Lucio Fulci—a visionary cinematic genius, or completely inept gore filmmaker? This is a question that every serious Italian horror cinephile has pondered at one point or another—and I don’t think that any of us have arrived at a definitive answer. If I had to describe Fulci’s body of work in one word, the only one that truly seems to fit is ‘uneven’. Never have I seen a director whose work could vary so widely in quality. Films like The Beyond and his early giallo Don’t Torture a Duckling are high water marks—films that are shining examples of Fulci’s talent for not only making films with loads of gore FX, but also films that were entertaining, intelligent (well, sort of intelligent…The Beyond has a few internal logic problems) and generally well made. Contrast that with films like The Gates of Hell (aka City of the Living Dead)—a film so inept, so poorly plotted and lensed that it’s almost good, and you’ll see what I’m getting at. Now, this isn’t to say that other directors haven’t had miscues in their careers (Argento himself seems to be going through a string of them at the present), but few filmmakers were capable of swinging to such extremes from one film to the next. You just never know what you’re gonna get when you pop in a Fulci film-which makes viewing his movies such a potentially daunting experience.With all of that in mind, today we’re taking a look at Lucio’s 1981 gore flick House by the Cemetery (HbtC for brevity’s sake). In this film, we see the story of Dr. Norman Boyle (Paolo Malco: The Sinful Nuns of St. Valentine, New York Ripper), a scientist, who, along with his wife Lucy (Fulci regular Catriona MacColl: The Beyond) and son Bob (Giovanni Frezza:A Blade in the Dark) move to a country house outside of Boston so that Norman can do some research. Lucy and Bob aren’t to excited about this—Lucy seems to like living in their New York apartment, and Bob, well, he’s got an imaginary girlfriend who’s told him not to come to the house. But, if they didn’t go to the house, we wouldn’t have much of a film, now would we? So, our happy little family moves into the spacious home, hire a babysitter/nanny (Ania Pieroni:Tenebre, Inferno) to take care of little Bob, and try to get acclimated to their new house. There are a few funny things about this house though—it seems as though one of the previous owners, a Dr. Freudstein, was doing some of his own research in the basement—research that ultimately cost him his medical license. Even odder still is that the door to said basement is locked and bolted—like maybe something’s down there that you wouldn’t want to stumble across. And the real kicker is the concrete crypt hidden under the floor in one of the rooms. Anyway you slice it, this is one weird little place.It probably doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out how the events play out from there. It’s the dessicated corpse of Dr. Freudstein living in the basement—living, because he’s figured out a way to increase his life span by killing other people (whether he eats them, grafts their skin onto his, or performs some ritual with them, we never discover). Fruedstein stalks the inhabitants of the house, picking them all off one by one, and then has the standard climactic showdown with the family—which leads to an ending that was one part unexpected, and one part completely ridiculous. In essense, HbtC is a hybrid horror film. Fulci attempts to blend elements of the haunted house film, the slasher flick, and the zombie movies that were so popular in his homeland into one cohesive narrative—and he basically fails. Plotting has never been one of Fulci’s (or any of the Italian horror directors, for that matter) strong points, and its brutally apparent here. While there’s an interesting idea at the core of the story (the undead doctor living in the basement), Fulci and his fellow screenwriters never really explore it—content instead to simply steal elements from films like The Shining (the imaginary friend who warns Bob not to come to the house), Suspiria (in the film’s production design—note the luridly colored stained glass in this house), and his own film, The Gates of Hell (the infamous pick through the coffin scene in that film is recreated here—with an ax through a door instead) in the hopes that it will make the film interesting by association—which it isn’t. Viewing HbtC is a tedious experience at best, and after roughly thirty minutes, you won’t even care about the plot anymore.You will, however, keep watching for the gore work of Gino de Rossi (Cannibal Ferox, Zombie). Fulci, who fans lovingly refer to as the ‘Godfather of gore’, shows why he’s been given the title here. Blood and grue abound in this film, with highlights including Freudstein bleeding a steady stream of maggots, a decapitation, a ripped out throat, death by fire poker, and a really cool ‘knife through the top of the head and out the mouth’ appliance that is by far the best effect in the film. Disappointingly enough, there’s no brutal eye violence—no eyes are poked, skewered, popped out, or crushed in this film. Still, gore fans will find a lot to like here.However, gore fans are probably the only people who will find much of anything redeeming in the film. Fulci’s direction, while not as inept as it was in The Gates of Hell, is pretty unimpressive here. Sure, there are some really good tracking shots of the house and the surrounding wilderness, but other than that, it’s all bland and flat. The trademark ‘Fulci-isms’ are all here and accounted for as well—leering zoom shots of any gore effect? Check. Rough, unintentionally jarring edits from one scene to the next? Check. Really bad foley work? Check. Nothing in the way of transition shots from one scene to the next? Check…sort of, Fulci does manage one nice transition in the film, from a photo of the house at the close of one scene to an opening shot of the house itself in the next…but that’s the only one. Pointless close-ups of the actors faces in dialogue scenes? BIG check. I know that actors are sometimes urged to convey their character’s feelings through action rather than dialogue, using their body, their expressions, and their posture to let you know what they’re thinking and feeling. Fulci takes this to the extreme here, not merely giving us facial close-ups, but giving us countless close-up shots of a single eye. You’ve got to be some kind of actor to convey emotion and thought with only one eye at your disposal…Which is something our cast here is totally incapable of doing. Malco gives it the old college try, apparently believing that melodramatic pronouncements and his suave 80s European looks will carry him through, but truthfully, he’s pretty uninspiring as far as protagonists go. MacColl, who’s something of an Italian scream queen, does a decent job here (considering what Fulci gives her to work with), but it’s not as good as her work in The Beyond. However, no one, and I mean no one, is worse than Giovanni Frezza’s Bob. I won’t lie to you—every time cute little Bob was in danger, I vocally offered my support to Freudstein. Bob, much like Bub the zombie in Day of the Dead (funny how much they sound alike too…Bob…Bub) is one of the most reviled film characters in horror film history. Now, to be fair to little Giovanni, this isn’t entirely his fault. Most of the problems stem from the person who dubbed his English dialogue (he sounds like a castrati). The rest of the problems stem from the hilariously stilted dialogue that Fulci and crew have written for this character to recite…Bob’s probably 6 years old in this film (and, while we’re at it, who calls a 6 year old Bob? Bobby would seem more kid-like) and most of his lines are either overly grammatically correct, or a really bad facsimile of an adult trying to write baby talk. Finally, and worst of all, Bob is a completely two-dimensional character (most horror film characters are, but this is a really bad case). Bob exists in this film solely to make grown-ups cringe at the notion of a child in danger…he adds nothing to the plot, other than one more potential way for Fulci to make the audience feel uncomfortable. Now, in and of itself, that’s not a bad thing…lots of filmmakers do it. But, the problem is, this is all Fulci uses the character for. When the ending rolls around, and Bob’s life is now dramatically (and man, do I mean dramatically) changed, this little 6 year old kid just goes right along with it—no tears, no sadness, and no hesitation. It’s totally unbelievable, and an insult to the audience. Watch the film, and after about half an hour, you’ll find yourself cringing anytime the kid walks into a scene.In the end, there’s very little doubt that House by the Cemetery is one of Fulci’s lesser works. Yes, it seems to have a lot of potential promise inherent in its premise, but Fulci loses control of the narrative about halfway through and spends much of the film simply stealing ideas from other, better, films. It’s a tedious affair that offers up some good gore, but little in the way of an interesting storyline, believable characters, or intriguing direction. Fulci completists should see it just so that they can say that they have—anyone else should probably skip this one and find a copy of Zombie or The Beyond because House by the Cemetery is not one of Fulci’s best films. Now, you can get skull chrome emblems for your car too.

 
The Horrors

The project of describing the best of Fulci's films, his gory horrors, is a paradoxical one. Being required to describe these films might expose them as poverty stricken within the constraints of signification of images, narrative and their capacity to be viewed as a readerly text. In order to evoke the powers of Fulci's best films I must first reconfigure the seemingly given paradigms of cinema. Here I ask the reader to variously rethink or forgo these concepts as necessary for cinematic pleasure. This involves letting go of: narrative as a temporalisation of viewing pleasure which accumulates the past to contextualise the present and lay out an expected future; images as deferrals to meaning, signs to be read or interpreted; characters as integral to plot, both in film in general and horror in particular as that which must be conceptually characterised in order to be meaningfully killed off or destroyed; narrative as intelligible contextualiser of action; exploitation as gratuitously existing for its own sake or to affirm and intensify traditional axes of oppression in society; gore as demeaning or a lesser focus in the impartation of visual expression; pleasure as pleasurable; repulsion as unpleasurable; violence as inherently aggressive; horror as dealing only with notions of returned repression, infantilism or catharsis. I ask the reader, in the tradition of Lyotard's economy of libidinal pleasure, to shift their address from why or what the images mean to how they affect.
Fulci began his gore film series with the George A. Romero figlia Zombi 2, a surprisingly engaging reconfiguration of the Living Dead mythos, where the ethnographic zombie films of Val Lewton contracted with
Zombi 2 the bodily horror of George Romero in the USA and Jorge Grau in the UK. Fulci's success in presenting gore anchors on his acute understanding of violence against bodies as reliant on the particular significations of the parts of the body being destroyed, rather than a semiotic destruction of flesh in general, hence his propensity for showing eyeball puncturing. His zombies are cheap looking, but this makes them unnerving in their abject grittiness, rather than unconvincing. Fulci followed Zombi 2 with his opus latifundium, his “real estate” trilogy: Paura nella città dei morti viventi (City of the Living Dead, 1980), a Lovecraftian story of a priest who hangs himself thus opening the gates of hell; L'aldila, about a hotel which is a gate to hell (noticing a theme?), and Quella villa accanto al cimitero (House by the Cemetery, 1981), about one Dr Freudstein – surely one of the best ever character names in a film! – who, by transplanting parts of his victims to his body for over a century has managed to stay alive, although, in keeping with the trilogic theme, he looks like hell. These films saw the first paradigmatic shift in Fulci's interest from the temporality that defines traditional cinematic narrative, to a focus on space, broadly meaning atmosphere, acts which may or may not bear relevance to preceding and successive images, claustrophobic mise en scène set within houses and damp landscapes which drip with the viscosity of the bodies crawling therein. Fulci manages this oppressive environment even in the clinical world of the pathology lab or the infinite space of the bridge which leads to the island of New Orleans, both in L'Aldila. These films resonate with places rather than people, events rather than story, ergo ecstasy (event outside of temporality) rather than time. Fulci states “Our only refuge is to remain in the world but outside time” (1). It may seem a stretch to claim Fulci distorts time in the same way as more deliberately artistic filmmakers; his films retain a rudimentary relationship with narrative, whether for the sake of loose coherence or the producers of the film.
These three films saw Fulci collaborate with screenwriter Dardano Sacchetti, who had previously written Il gatto a nove code (with Argento) and Reazione for Bava. Sacchetti later wrote the stories for Lamberto Bava's first films, La Chiesa (1989) for Michele Soavi, two screenplays for Ruggero Deodato and Sergio Martino (in collaboration with the brilliant Ernesto Gastaldi) and the strange yet fascinating Apocalypse domani (1980) for Antonio Margheriti. For Fulci, Sacchetti wrote the giallo 7 note and his later gore films Manhattan Baby (1982) and the controversial slasher pseudo-giallo film Lo squartatore di New York (The New York Ripper, 1982). The third member of the trilogy responsible for Fulci's most accomplished work is Giannetto De Rossi, whose special effects are more interested in the body transformed rather than destroyed by violence. It is this alchemical combination that formed the delirious dream-like worlds of the real-estate trilogy. Whether the viewer awaits a narrative to explicate the murders, the reanimation of the dead and the baroque methods of death, or whether they are there to explore the sensations of the images unto themselves, these films offer images as possibility – the possibility of experiencing film otherwise, the possibility of meaning without the satisfaction of affirmation of interpretation, and the possibility of the masochism of watching horror, an eternal anticipation that confuses rather than pleases when the shocking images arrive.

 
The Adventures

Another genre Fulci worked with throughout his career can loosely be described as the adventure film, although related more to adventures in machismo. Peplum fantasy in I guerrieri dell'anno 2072 (Warriors of the Year 2072, 1984) and La conquista (Conquest, 1983), spaghetti western (with Franco Nero no less) in Tempo di massacro(Massacre Time, 1966) and Los desesperados (Desperate Men, 1969), vengeance, murder and wildlife of the order of Grizzly Adams gone violent in Zanna Bianca(1973) and its sequel Il ritorno di Zanna Bianca (1974), American frontier injustice in Il Quattro dell'Apocalisse (Four for the Apocalypse, 1975) and the ultra-violent mafia film Luca il contrabbandiere (The Naples Connection, 1980) all explicate disillusioned masculinity in a more aggressive and less poignant way than the comedies. These films are rugged, in their characters, in their characters' lack of sympathy
La conquistaexpressed in environments themselves without sympathy, and in their execution. Some, such as Conquista and Zanna Bianca, express the hero as essentially dull men in interesting worlds. Whereas the characters succeed in being irrelevant in the later horror films, here the dullness is markedly more a failure than a distraction. Although each film is set in a heterotopic world populated by cartoonish figures of the flawed epic hero (Conquista's protagonist Ilias' name bears this aim), or, more interestingly, all-male communities, Fulci's lack of traditional narrative and character crafting (admittedly probably more to do with lack of interest) cannot be balanced by his talent in phantasmagoric vistas and viscous configurations of flesh. With the possible exception of the peplum films, whose clumsy special effects are belied somewhat by a strangeness that is appealing rather than amusing, the adventure films can seem mean spirited in their almost pragmatic violence. While the comedies are almost tragic in their mourning of masculinity, these films make one glad it is over. Fulci's setting of these films in dystopic, unrealistic worlds appears to insinuate that the characters are themselves unrealistic and this may be why I am so unsympathetic to them. It comes across like Fulci is filming a requiem for a cinematic archetype that is met less with nostalgia and mourning than with “good riddance”. These characters whiff of the seductive but guilty pleasure of the butch alienated hero in the westerns, however they lack the nuance of more accomplished maestros of the western. Yet Fulci's compulsion to include the unintelligible in dream-like sequences and quiet, gothic landscapes makes these films worthwhile by virtue of the simple, if not accidental, way Fulci expresses meaning through subtle and disorienting situations rather than through characterisation or narrative. These films demonstrate at best directorial competence and, at worst, disinterest. They are not failures so much as indications of Fulci's failure in traditional film methods and, perhaps more importantly, the failure of traditional film form and theory to comprehend the incomprehensibility of affect, disorientation and cinematic pleasure launched along trajectories beyond the holy trinity of character, narrative and satisfaction. It is in this sense that Fulci is an artist, rather than an artisan.

 
The Gialli

While Fulci contextualised the erotics of male homosociality through comedy and reaffirmation of machismo in the adventure films, he was simultaneously venturing into the horror territory with his gialli. These films adhere to the traditional giallo narrative structure while questioning and doubling standard cinematic concepts: the mistaken identity story Una sull'altra (Perversion Story, 1969), the mistaken reality (is it real or is it a dream?) story Una lucertola con la pelle di donna (A Lizard in a Woman's Skin, 1971), the more claustrophobic Calabrian village murder mystery Non si sevizia un paperino (Don't Torture a Duckling, 1972) and another exercise in phantasy becoming reality in the psychic tale 7 note in nero (1972). With the exception of 7 note, all films were written by Fulci and introduce the delirious and arid worlds of Fulci's tenebrous imagination, yet oscillate between glamour and power (for instance, he reintroduces the pedagogic male as the businessman/doctor in Una sull'altra and politician inLucertola). Even though, as in his previous films, Fulci's mind strained against the parameters of generic convention, through violence and dream sequences, special effects and a fascination with perversion (human rather than specifically sexual) he expressed a vision at once fascinatingly resonant with its horror genealogy and unique in its imaginative vision. Here he was first mentioned in the same category as Dario Argento, (whose L'uccello dale piume di cristallo was almost contemporaneous with Fulci'sUna sull'altra), Sergio Martino and, particularly, Mario Bava, based on the best of Bava's gialli, Sei donne per l'assassino (1964) and Reazione a catena (1971), the first for the elegant cinematography and saturated colouring, reflected in Lucertola, and the second for the general themes of violence and
7 note in nerodishevelment of flesh in all of Fulci'sgialli. Interestingly 7 note begins with the body-behind-a-plaster-wall that forms the crescendo of Argento's Profondo rosso(1975), reflecting Fulci's reinterpretation of the blind killed by the guide dog that forms a link between Suspiria (Dario Argento, 1977) and E tu vivrai nel terrore: L'aldila (The Beyond, 1981). Far from being plagiarism however, this shows that Fulci's many nods to other directors in various film refers more to a symbiotic proclivity in Italian filmmaking rather than a unidirectional simple case of pastiche. However his films belong more to Bava's gothic genealogy, suspending logic and pleasure for fascination and strange worlds. It is clear, particularly in Paperino, a film that reveals a paedophilic priest as the murderer in a town where the other male inhabitants are equally if not more horrible than the murderer, that Fulci's configurations of violence were not the generally hygienic and fetishistically composed violences of Bava or even Argento. Fulci's violence is rarely clean, aligning itself with repulsing effluence of bodily secretion and violence which crumbles rather than cuts its victims. Fulci exchanges a knife for a chain whip in the harrowing murder of Martiara (Florinda Balkan) inPaparino and gruesomely eviscerates three dogs in Lucertola in a scene that clearly influenced Carpenter's creatures in The Thing (1980).
Lucertola opens with an acid (the drug kind, not the corrosive kind which features in many later films) orgy that sets the film up as more stylised and yet timely in its elegant depiction of free love, refining the burlesque raunchiness seen in Una sull'altra. All of these gialli seem to mourn the fallibility of the machismic figures of the earlier films, but here we see for the first time Fulci's solution to his disdain for small-minded men through the introduction of the 'sight' of women. Whether this is the second sight of 7 note's psychic Virginia (Jennifer O'Neill), the hallucinations of Lucertola's Carol (Florinda Bolkan) or the ability to be more-than-one of Una sull'altra's Susan (Marisa Mell), Fulci sees the inflexibility of the male's role in society as precisely that which will destroy him. Whether this incarnates through a lack of imagination, the inability to negotiate the world through images and thought rather than evidence, or, as in Paperino, the demand to regain and reaffirm patriarchal power in the face of chaos that results in violence in spite of a lack of evidence, Fulci mourns society's failure to engage with the possible rather than the pre-conceived. This vision, in my opinion feminist but also creatively post-structural, is fundamental in understanding why many of Fulci's later films feature female protagonists, often incarnated by his muse (but at no point fetishised, neither cinematically nor as an enigma) Catriona McColl. Get your custom designed checks and buy DVD if you missed this movie in cinemas.

 
The Comedies

Lulci's directorial debut Il ladri (The Thieves, 1959) brought vision to the scriptwriting work he had done for previous films starring Italian comic legend Toto. The film's abysmal response coincidentally mirrored the responses to Fulci's first major international success Zombi 2 (Zombie Flesheaters, 1979) while also generically mirroring his work as a director of figlia (literally small stream, meaning a film which takes a popular film and independently makes sequels; Zombi 2 was a self-proclaimed unauthorised sequel to Romero's Dawn of the Dead and his work for Toto was a continuation of the many previous Toto films.) Fulci's early comedies functioned as competently written and directed vehicles for stars such as Toto (where Fulci worked as assistant director under Steno) and Italian pop star Mina in Urlatori alla sbarra (Howlers of the Docks, 1960). At this stage Fulci showed an inclination towards directing a particular type of comedy. Unimpressive acting and disjointed scripts are secondary to the elements of these films which, like his horror films, evoke a corporeal response. Slapstick comedy, which the Italians refined to high effect, and jukebox teen music, impregnated with the current interest in jazz as (like teenagers and youth culture) designed to repudiate and challenge the intelligible for the sensible, formed these films. Both films point to adeptness for making films designed to affect rather than be interpreted.
Fulci's comedies frequently pastiched other genres in which he had already directed. The mafia, addressed in Gli imbroglioni (The
002 Operazione Luna Swindlers, 1963), is parodied in I due evasi di Sing Sing (Two Escape from Sing-Sing, 1964). Bond films become the 002 films 002 Agenti Segretissimi (002 Most Secret Agents, 1964) and 002 Operazione Luna (002 Operation Moon, 1965) and the Come series takes on the army in Come inguaiammo l'esercito (How We Got Into Trouble with the Army, 1965), the bank robber-caper in Come svaligiammo la banca d'Italia (How We Robbed the Bank of Italy, 1966) and the bomb in Come rubammo la bomba atomica (How We Stole the Atomic Bomb, 1967). Ironically the horror genre was treated in the last of Fulci's comedies, the sex comedy All'onorevole piacciono le donne (Nonostante le apparenze... e purché la nazione non lo sappia) (English titleThe Eroticist, 1972, pre-dating The Exorcist but the lexiconic resonance is uncanny), replete with naked nuns and juxtaposing sex, religion and politics; and Il cavaliere Constante Nicosia Demoniaco ovvero: Dracula in Brianza (1975, English titleYoung Dracula, one year after Margheriti's Dracula cerca sangue di vergine e…mori di sete, known as Young Dracula in various English language releases) about a thirsty vampire's attempts to navigate blood drinking in an industrial age.
Both the comedies and the sex comedies show adherence to the Italian proclivity for the ineptness of masculinity in general, and machismo in the case of the sex comedies. These films suggest a criticism of the hierarchical compulsion of the male, insinuating that a homosocial fidelity (companionship in the comedies, vague homoerotics in the sex farces) is, in the end, redemptive of the solitude and the social responsibilities which ablate the baser desires of man. The Come films point to the compulsion to failure toward which modern man is fated through a variety of grand narratives of masculinity – the Army, the Robber, the Secret Agent. All'onorevole shows up the public, not the politician, as hypocritical in expecting a man to be signifier of stoicism and saviour of community in the face of the natural drives of humans, both male and female, ecclesiastic and secular. In this film, Count Nicosia has been so drained (of imagination, of the decadent individuality suggested by the decrepit bourgeois family) by industrialisation that he subjugates himself to capitalism by turning his factory workers into an on-site blood production line for his own needs. Although these rudimentary modern fairy tales of the antagonistic effects of capitalism, industrialisation, religious and political institutions can hardly be described as subversive or radical, they do point to a non-conformist nihilism in Fulci's work that transformed later into a multi-coloured overwhelming nightmare world due to the oppressive nature of the everyday. As in the work of H.P. Lovecraft (Fulci and his scriptwriter Dardano Sachetti's prime literary inspiration), by taking cinesocial nihilism out of space, impossible colours and worlds consume Fulci's viewing victim in a way that, although more horrific than that of the everyday, is excessively imaginative and inspiring. This suggests that inherent in Fulci's comedies is their cathartic effect, another cinema-corporeal aspect of the themes which Fulci continued throughout his career.

 
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