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SPECIAL FEATURE: DVD Review: Fantastic Factory Presents…























Film: Fantastic Factory Presents…
UK Release date: 18th April 2011
Distributor: Arrow
Certificate: 18
Director: Brian Yuzna, Jack Sholder & Paco Plaza
Genre: Action/Adventure/Comedy/Fantasy/Horror/Sci-Fi
Format: DVD
Country of Production: Spain/USA
Language: English/Spanish

Review by: James Noble

Arrow gathers together four films from the Barcelona-based Fantastic Factory label. Headed up by producer Julio Fernandez and producer-director Brian Yuzna, Fantastic Factory specialised in low-budget horror films with an international cast, and shot in the English language. Such a combination seems ripe for either enjoyably kitschy guilty pleasures, or outright disasters.

In Jack Sholder’s Arachnid (2001), a ragtag crew of explorers, pilots and scientists venture to a dangerous jungle in Guam, on the hunt for the mysterious creature whose vicious bites have been killing people in the area. It turns out to be the work of an extraterrestrial spider-like creature, leaving the crew in a desperate fight for survival.

Paco Plaza’s Romasanta (2004) takes place in 19th century Spain, in a small village being terrorised by an unlikely serial killer - the suave, intense Manuel Romasanta (Julian Sands), who claims to be afflicted with a lycanthropic curse.

Two films by Brian Yuzna round out the collection. In 2001’s Faust: Love Of The Damned (based on the graphic novels by Tim Vigil and David Quinn), mild-mannered artist John Jaspers (Mark Frost) sells his soul to the Lucifer-like ‘M’ in exchange for the power and ability to avenge the murder of his lover. However, after doing so, ‘M’ binds him to his unholy contract, and John is transformed into a horned demon with a thirst for violence and carnage.

Finally, Beyond Re-animator (2003) - a belated second sequel to the well-regarded 1985 adaptation of H.P. Lovecraft’s short story - Star Trek veteran Jeffrey Combs returns to his role of Dr. Herbert West, who is now in prison after one of his zombie-like creations killed an innocent girl. Contacted thirteen years later by the brother of the victim, who is now a doctor himself, West decides to take his re-animation experiments to their very limit...


As with any box set, the quality levels vary wildly, and Arrow’s Fantastic Factory anthology is no exception, ranging from the solid to the weak. To kick off with the lower end of the spectrum, we have Arachnid, which opens with an unconvincing CGI shot of what looks like an inverted maelstrom. The clear lack of budget setting the tone for what follows, as director Jack Sholder resorts to tried-and-tested ways of getting around his financial constraints - essentially, keeping the expensive and ambitious visuals off-screen, and hoping the work of his actors sells the horror.

Sholder has limited success here - the fleeting glimpses of the alien spider, and the sense of it moving through the undergrowth occasionally arouses tension and suspense, but more often than not just frustrates. It does not help that much of the film takes place in a gorgeous jungle at daytime (presumably to save money on expensive lighting equipment), which dilutes any sense of eeriness or creepiness that Sholder is able to conjure.

Low budget does not necessarily a bad film make, but Mark Sevi’s script lacks the flair and inspiration to overcome the limitations of the production. Main character Mercer (Alex Reid), a plucky female pilot haunted by the mysterious disappearance of her brother, is introduced with very little backs-tory and while, it is revealed in pieces throughout the movie, the fact that the team of explorers is assembled in quick order (the expedition is underway within 15 minutes), without so much as a hint of any motivation among the group beyond cliché (missing brother, scientific curiosity, etc.), the audience is kept at a distance when they should be engaged.

The cast features several almost-familiar faces (male lead Chris Potter featured on the American version of Queer As Folk, and leading lady Alex Reid can now be seen on Channel 4’s Misfits), who play the film absolutely straight when, arguably, the script calls for tongues in cheeks and eyes ready to roll. Had the players shown more signs of having fun with the material, an awareness of the hokey nature of proceedings, the audience might have more fun than they ultimately do.

Faring better is Paco Plaza’s Romasanta, which has similarly obvious budgetary constraints - the English dialogue is broadly ADR’d (to get around a mostly local cast), and sharp, occasionally disorienting editing obscures a monster the production is unable to fully realise - but nevertheless manages to create a nice level of gothic atmosphere and eerie tension. As the murderous Manuel, Julian Sands brings intensity and a certain impassive charisma to proceedings, and has a decent, understated chemistry with leading lady Elsa Pataky (who also features in Beyond Re-animator), even if the pseudo love-triangle in which they are involved never really ignites, and is hindered by the script’s corner cutting (Pataky’s delaying of enquiring after the missing sister and niece that Manuel has murdered is an example of the plot holes the filmmakers are prepared to live with in order to maintain the erotic frisson).

Plaza clearly has a lot of fun with the material, and conjures some striking, memorable cinematic images throughout - the highlight being a runaway burning carriage hurtling through a forest at night-time. And while the non-linear script, at times, runs away with itself, there is enough genuine invention and creepiness here to make it recommended fare for fans of the genre.

Now we come to co-founder Brian Yuzna’s brace of films, to fill out the four-disc collection. Kicking off with an energetic credit sequence accompanied by a heavy metal soundtrack, Yuzna’s Faust: Love Of The Damned sets a tone that shows a clear debt to Alex Proyas’s The Crow, borne out in its tale of a resurrected killing machine driven by a haunted soul and a broken heart. And, for more than thirty minutes, Yuzna sets up what appears to be an intriguing psychological thriller, as Jeffrey Combs’ dogged police detective investigates a massacre committed by Mark Frost’s deranged artist. While the set-up is familiar, the dialogue and characterisation blunt and direct, and the plot bears one rather significant hole (Frost’s character’s habit of veering from catatonic to lucid at the script’s convenience would, in reality, surely torpedo any claim of criminal insanity), Yuzna’s slick editing and interesting choice of framing (showing an admirable feel for, and reverence of, the graphic novel format that is Faust’s origin), wrapped up in a gothic-mystical tone, hold the film together through its first act. Indeed, unlike the previous two films in the collection, Faust feels like solid, undemanding and reliable B-movie fare…

Unfortunately, the budget simply isn’t up to realising the ambition of the second and third act. Upon his resurrection (after being buried alive by the treacherous ‘M’), John Jasper is a sadly all-too-obviously costumed demonic avenger and, while its core audience will be along for the ride thanks to a solid opening half-hour, the artifice of the costume is perhaps a touch too alienating for non-fans, and Frost’s wild-eyed, manic performance - while containing a certain campy fun - prohibits audience identification with the protagonist. It does not help that the stylised characterisation and dialogue tend to verge on the ridiculous, as the filmmakers navigate their cast through a plot that always seems on the verge of falling into one of its progressively more cavernous holes.

That’s not to say the film is without its pleasures. Yuzna certainly has a flair for the grotesque, which should please the core audience, even if the action scenes are somewhat lacking in the excitement department. That said, the scene where ‘M’ reduces his trophy girlfriend (the game and underused Monica van Campen) to a giant pair of boobs and buttocks is visually striking for the wrong reasons, coming off like something out of a Doctor Who writer’s nightmare. Faust is mostly campy fun, but is not the sort of movie to convert non-believers.

Finally, we have Beyond Re-animator, which shares the ‘boxset-highlight’ honours with Romasanta. Beginning with a zombie attack which - while awkwardly shot, and relying on slightly-cheap visual effects - is appealingly sick, the second of Brian Yuzna’s directorial efforts to grace this collection is the superior of the two. Less reliant on manic energy, and anchored by a quietly compelling performance by the reliable Jeffrey Combs, this further updating of H.P. Lovecraft’s mad scientist story refreshes the standard zombie formula by giving the reanimated creatures consciousness and consciences, which brings a certain element of surprise and unpredictability to what ensues.

Setting the action in a prison further creates a sense of claustrophobic tension, and having the cast of characters - while perhaps not as fully developed as they could be - at cross-purposes creates the vulnerability necessary to hook an audience into the outcome of a horror story. Disappointingly, the twisted nature of the relationship between Combs’s West and Jason Barry’s Howard Phillips, the brother of the girl killed by one of West’s ‘creations’ in the opening, is never explored to its full potential, and the film offers the immensely likeable Elsa Pataky little to do with her role as a journalist reporting on the prison, caught up in the ensuing horror. However, all three actors work very hard and (unlike the cast of Arachnid) their straight-faced playing is essential to ensuring the audience is convinced by the premise and narrative.


Hardly essential, but genre fans will likely find much to enjoy with this box set. Though the films themselves aren’t exactly significant, the collection is notable for providing a contrast to the high-quality, sophisticated standard of horror movies produced by Spain in the last several years. As an example of where the genre was at not long before, the films of Fantastic Factory hold a certain academic appeal that is perhaps more consistent than anything on offer in the movies themselves. JN


REVIEW: DVD Release: [REC]2























Film: [REC]2
Release date: 20th September 2010
Certificate: 18
Running time: 85 mins
Director: Jaume Balagueró & Paco Plaza
Starring: Óscar Zafra, Jonathan Mellor, Manuela Velasco, Ariel Casas, Alejandro Casaseca
Genre: Horror/Thriller
Studio: E1
Format: DVD & Blu-ray
Country: Spain

[REC] splattered its way onto our screens three years ago, and part of its power was the fact this small-budget Spanish horror tale seemed to come out of nowhere. The sequel will struggle to match it simply because it lacks the surprise element which made the first one so great, right?

Actually, no, this is just as scary and surprising as the first film, with added gore, certainly more laughs , and some twists which take the story in some unexpected directions.

It starts 15 minutes after [REC] ended, which means we’re back on the streets of Barcelona with a SWAT team, who have been called in to sort out the mess in the ‘infected’ block of flats. Remember, something has caused the inhabitants of a building to turn into blood-thirsty zombies, but the authorities don’t know what is causing it, so they send in the team, along with a medical officer, Owen, to sort it out.

Of course, in true horror style, they get split up, and set upon by the nasty beasties, but Doctor Owen is convinced the infection is coming from the penthouse attic. He’s right, and there’s a blood sample there to prove it, but the gormless SWAT team make a pig’s ear of retrieving it, and there are lots of nasty-looking bald creatures up there, too…


The film turns down a road clearly marked ‘Exorcist’ about half an hour in, but somehow it still manages to maintain the suspense, scares and thrills, while still threading together a coherent storyline. At the heart of this one is the battle between Dr. Owen, who is not what he seems, and the forces of evil, just about everyone else in the building. What deficiencies there are in the script are more than made up for in the visual style, which uses every trick in the book to maintain the spell.

The action is all filmed by the characters, whose cameras shake, flicker, fail, the sound muffles, and the lights sometimes don’t work, all adding to the atmosphere. The screen does go blank a few times too often, and the battery indicator in the corner becomes irritating, especially as it never actually appears on video tape. Minor quibbles, though, in what is essentially a thoroughly successful, sweaty-palmed horror tale.

Fans of the first story of course will know that [REC] starts with a camera crew who get stuck inside the building and slowly get bumped off one by one. The filmmakers haven’t forgotten that, and the one survivor does appear here, too - right at the end - but it’s a stunning cameo, far more successful than a long middle section, which involves a group of kids. As the SWAT team battle the infected, they spot a gang who have somehow got into the building and are making their own video. We then rewind to see the two boys and a girl, bored and up to no good. They spot a sewer which leads to the building where all the fun is happening, and decide to go down it. It’s an unnecessary distraction which breaks the tension and leads, ultimately, nowhere that the existing characters couldn’t have gone.

Apparently there are to be two more films, one a straight sequel and a prequel. The sequel will, like this one, carry on pretty much straight after the ending, but it will be hard matched to equal this one. [REC]2 introduces some humour which the first one lacked, but to go down that road too much will spoil all the hard work that the first two. We’ll see…


A gloriously nasty Spanish roller-coaster ride up and down the stairs of that Barcelona apartment block – just don’t eat too close to the film. Seriously, it’s that gory.


REVIEW: Blu-ray Only Release: [REC]























Film: [Rec]
Release date: 20th September 2010
Certificate: 18
Running time: 78 mins
Director: Jaume Balaguero & Paco Plaza
Starring: Manuela Velasco, Javier Botet, Manuel Bronchud, Martha Carbonell, Vicente Gil
Genre: Horror/Mystery/Thriller
Studio: E1
Format: Blu-ray
Country: Spain

Want proof that a night out with the a Catalonian fire crew can produce more fireworks than a Barcelona Vs. Real Madrid derby? Well then, it sounds like you could do with a dose of Jaume Balaguero and Paco Plaza's shaky-cam-filled-zombie-fest [REC].

The film follows feisty television presenter Angela Vidal and her trusty cameraman Pablo as they tag along with a team of fire fighters as part of a late-night TV show: 'While You're Asleep' – something akin to all of those god-awful hand-held police camera programmes.

After firemen Manu and Alex are introduced, the group set off on what seems to be a fairly innocuous call out to assist an elderly woman who has become trapped in her apartment. Upon their arrival at the aggressively cramped building, they are greeted by the other tenants, as well as two police officers who we soon learn were summoned after screams were heard.

Together with officers Joven and Adulto, the rescue party proceeds up the stairs and into an apartment where it rapidly becomes clear that it is not the elderly woman who requires assistance, but themselves. Upon rushing back to the hall, they find the block sealed from the outside and are informed that the building has been declared a BNC (biological, nuclear or chemical) threat.

The still-living authority figures are now faced with a situation where they must contend with growing panic amongst the surviving occupants whilst seeking an escape route from the nightmare upstairs…


[REC] is, above all things, a breath of fresh air. With George Romero's attempts to rekindle his former glory growing progressively tedious, and any other contenders to his zombie throne close to non-existent, [REC] stands out as a bold attempt to take the sub-genre in a different direction. And while many of its ideas are not entirely original (the concept of zombies in an apartment block having been covered in the first half hour of the original Dawn Of The Dead), the way it utilises them often is. Moreover, the shift away from Romero's incessant focus on humanity and towards the terror of the monster itself feels – however surprisingly – like a new approach.

What is perhaps the most tired aspect of [REC] is the use of the hand-held camera as a tool for instilling realism. If you're just a little bit sick of Hollywood's constant attempts to relive the Blair Witch Project with character's-view camera work then you'd be forgiven for initially rolling your eyes at the thought of sitting through what has the potential to be nothing more than a Spanish version of American snore-fests like Cloverfield. However, [REC] commits uncompromisingly to the format as a dramatic device in a way that most other films do not, and, in doing so, maintains a consistent and effective dynamic. In short, [REC] achieves with that method of filming what it was originally created to do: transport the viewer into the body of the character - in this case to heighten the terror.

And make no mistake about it, [REC] is scary - really scary. In fact, the camera work sometimes pales in comparison to the horribly dark and narrow apartment building whose winding staircase slowly and inexorably leads the characters to the structures summit where the beating (or not in this case) heart of the nightmare waits. It really is watch-through-your-fingers stuff as the characters struggle to find any kind of sanctuary in a building which obviously was not designed to withstand an internal siege. Character's are bumped off so mercilessly that you're left with the feeling that anything could happen - at any time - and never is this more evident than at [REC]'s nerve-shredding climax.

There really aren't very many negatives about [REC]. It's low-budget but this fact is brilliantly contorted to work in the films favour. Characters die brutally and rapidly, but you still feel like they've been well established enough to make their demise tragic and horrific. It's perhaps not as gory as fans of Romero would like, and the zombies aren't used as an unstoppable horde but as individual nightmares, which could put off hardcore fans.


What [REC] does is single-handedly add another facet to a sub-genre that was in danger of going stale again, and it does so masterfully. It might not be for purists, or heavy Romero fans, but frankly it's their loss because this is one damn fine zombie flick. JD