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| The Beast Within (1982) |
For Halloween 2006 I created a week long series of drive-in double features for my friends and co-workers, seamless programs of shorts, trailers, ads, cartoons, and
movies. The logistics of trying to mount such a program outdoors in
October were untenable, but we did a pretty good job creating the vibe
indoors. I had an LED moon on my living room wall, and I created shadow
lanterns with popcorn containers and candles to create flickering
"stars" on the living room ceiling. We had a "refreshment stand" set
up in the kitchen with hot dogs, boxed candies, sodas, and popcorn.
Each night was themed, and the trailers shown during intermission
advertised the movies scheduled for the following night. The final double feature was
Motel Hell (1980) and
The Beast Within (1982), both of which I had the good fortune of seeing for the first time at the
Skyline Drive-In.
The Beast Within is the epitome of a drive-in creature feature. It's roots extend all the way back to the likes of
I Was A Teenage Werewolf (1957), but with more rape, gore, and 1980s style bladder FX (all the rage at the time).
The Beast Within is incoherent, unrefined, and tacky. It's a movie that simply wouldn't be made today. Shortcomings notwithstanding, I love it dearly.
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| Eli and Caroline MacCleary (Ronny Cox and Bibi Besche) |
The Beast Within is the story of young Michael MacCleary (Paul Clemens), the now seventeen year old product of a wedding night rape near the small town of Nioba, Mississippi. Eli and Caroline MacCleary (Ronny Cox and Bibi Besche) have raised Michael as their own. They've kept the details of the rape - perpetrated by a humanoid creature of some sort - to themselves in the intervening years. Now young Michael, seemingly normal up to this point, has become gravely ill owing to what his doctor describes as an out of control pituitary gland. The doctor suggests Michael's illness may be genetic, and so Eli and Caroline return to Nioba to solve the mystery of who -
or what - fathered Michael in the hopes of finding some insight into Michael's illness.
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| Michael MacCleary (Paul Clemens), obviously feeling a little ill |
Several of Nioba's locals behave suspiciously when questioned about the rape, and it becomes clear that they know more than they're sharing about the particulars of Caroline's assailant. Michael soon shows up in Nioba, as well, and the aforementioned locals begin to die in spectacularly gruesome fashion. Michael shows himself to be his father's son during a show stopping transformation, then crashes through the wall and into the woods to track down another rape victim and repeat the cycle. I've left the specifics of Michael's condition deliberately vague, because careening through the Scooby Doo style mystery surrounding Michael's true providence is half the fun. It's also pretty freakin' vague in the movie, too, though it would seem that Michael is some kind of were-cicada. Yeah, you read that correctly.
Truth be told,
The Beast Within has its fair share of flaws, not the least of which is the lack of narrative clarity. Director Philippe Mora claims that United Artists cut several scenes that clarified key narrative points, and I'm inclined to believe that. Screenwriter Tom Holland later wrote and directed both
Fright Night (1985) and
Child's Play (1988), as well as having written
Psycho II (1983). He's no hack, so I have to believe that whatever went wrong
wasn't at the script level. On the other hand, Philippe Mora later directed
Howling III: The Marsupials (1987), so maybe . . .
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| The beast comes out |
In fairness, though, Mora does give
The Beast Within a nicely grotty southern gothic vibe throughout
, and I have to assume he's at least a little responsible for the earnest and mostly pitch perfect performances that serve to elevate the movie above most others of its ilk. One of the things I appreciate most about
The Beast Within is that it's played completely straight, despite its inherently silly B movie creature feature pedigree. It's refreshing to see a movie like this that doesn't wink at the camera or revel in how clever and meta it is. There's a place for that, but it's nice to see a sincere attempt to just tell a story occasionally, too. I think the fact that so many genre movies now are consumed with being self aware parodies is often just a cop out. Filmmakers try to excuse ineffectual film making by hiding behind the notion that it's o.k. for their movies to be bad as long as they
know they're bad.
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| Michael MacCleary, now obviously feeling a lot worse |
Of course, I've thus far tiptoed around the very best reason to seek out this particular creature feature, and that would be its creature. More precisely, it would be Michael's transformation into said creature. The creature itself is a perfectly adequate man in a suit affair, but Michael's final transformation into that creature is an orgy of latex, slime, bubbling bladders and excess. Masterminded by FX vet Rob Burman, it's one of those glorious, only in the 80s examples of the narrative just coming to a halt so the FX man can show off his wares. Burman pulls out all the stops, and the results are horror movie gold. They just don't make 'em like this anymore.
One final note: when I was a youngster I purchased a special "magazine" published by Fangoria made up of horror movie postcards. I distinctly remember that one of the postcards was an image of a black lab with a human arm in his mouth that had been culled from
The Beast Within. I tried unsuccessfully to find any record of this magazine, nor could I find an image of the postcard itself. If any of my readers remember this or could point me in the right direction, I'd be much obliged.
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