LA Horror Review: “Lesser Miracles”

Horror comes in all sorts of varieties.  There’s monsters, aliens, slashers, zombies and more – each thing uniquely terrifying in its own way.  However, in Rory Walsh’s film “Lesser Miracles,” horror hits home in a very real way as we slowly see the family structure fall apart with shocking and violent results.

Riley Carpenter (Kathryn Lyn) loves her family.  She has a beautiful baby daughter, a caring husband and frequently visits her mother.  However, after a freak car accident, everything begins to change.  With the presence of an internal demon awakened inside of Riley, she suddenly has a broader view of the world around her and finds out that things may not be as good as they seem.

It’s the descent into madness, the destruction of the family structure that fuels the horror in “Lesser Miracles,” and it’s one of those films where you can’t help but feel bad for every single character at one point or another.  There are no villains in this film; it is more of a series of tragic mistakes that ultimately build up into a terrifying conclusion, and everybody pays the price.

Writer/director/editor Rory Walsh certainly assembled a stellar team to pull this off.  The talent both on screen and off is abundant with unbelievable performances all around.  In particular, the trio of leads are dynamic.  Kathryn Lyn plays the disturbed Riley with a subtle edge that gets sharper as the film goes on.   She is a terrific leading lady, and with a performance like this we certainly hope to see more insanity from her in the horror world. Opposite her, Cameron Bender plays husband Morgan with genuine heart and sincerity.   The chemistry of these two is wonderful.  The wild card is Haley Mancini who plays the other woman, Denise Baker.  Mancini is brilliant as the seductive yet insecure Denise and really steals the show.  There are several moments in her performance where I really felt a sinking in my heart.

On the other side of the camera, Walsh gives us a simple yet excellent story that is masterfully crafted.  Along with beautiful cinematography from Terrance Stewart, an absolutely haunting soundtrack and some pretty impressive use of scenery, this film sets the bar for indie filmmakers pretty high.

“Lesser Miracles” is one of those films that is disturbing and heavy, a powerful piece of work that sticks with you long after you’re done watching.  This film is more moving than it is scary and the ending packs a certain punch that most films wouldn’t dare swing.  It’s unique in the sense that while it does have some brutality, the real horror is in the downfall of these poor souls.  You can’t help but watch and pray that everyone will be all right, that everything will work out in the end and that these people can continue with their lives in peace.  But sadly, that simply isn’t the case.  This is horror, and if there’s any lesson that “Lesser Miracles” can teach us about horror, it’s that nobody is safe and that not all miracles are the good ones.

For more information on “Lesser Miracles,” please visit Rory Walsh’s official website.  Also, check out the film on Facebook.  “Lesser Miracles” is currently playing at film festivals.

LA Horror Review: “Desolation Wilderness”

Desolation Wilderness” follows two friends as they seek inspiration outside the academic institutions they find so restrictive. Their experiences, rewarding at first, become increasingly battered by influences beyond their escape. The film praises art and the creative, lecturing that one must shun popular art and contemporary means in favor of engaging the naturally inspired sanctuaries of the world around you. It is a philosophy applied to and promoted within the film. Robby Massey and Derek Mungor comprise the creative team on both sides of the camera in this effective art house horror.

The film opens on the road, with our main characters Noah (Massey) and Russell (Mungor) engaging in small talk, pit stops and farewells to the big city. Their destination and intentions are not immediately clear, but it is these questions, along with their natural dynamic, that make for an enjoyable, albeit wandering, beginning. We are granted a mild sense of unease generated by the mystery of their actions and the peculiarity of their interactions. At a grocery store, they encounter a cashier seemingly automated in his responses. It is the introduction of atypical and it’s a big part of this film.

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The remainder of “Desolation Wilderness” pays full respects to its title. Far removed from the distractions of city life, the characters eat, sleep, work and play while their perceptions of reality begin to fail. Increasingly odd behavior between the two builds to a wholly maddening climax. And therein lies the horror. While much of the film is seemingly mundane, slice of life type cinema, it is peppered with just enough weirdness to nurture a curious anticipation of things to come.

The film is beautifully shot and rendered predominantly in black and white. Sound design could be called minimalist, sometimes intriguingly selective. It bows out several times throughout the film in favor of mimed actions and dialogue. By the end, it has evolved into a series of drones that carry the viewer through a Lynchian sequence of images that are as gripping as they are perplexing. The camera, direction and pacing contribute to the roving feel of the entire film, along with the oft-employed montage. What initially strikes you as a presentation of happenstance in the most carefree of ways slowly descends into a surrealist nightmare punctuated with folk music videos. It is a unique film and it’s definitely not for everyone.

Massey and Mungor turn in authentic performances with natural and spontaneous dialogue that can be credited to finely executed improvisation. In the film’s more bizarre moments, all communication is prolonged with heavy use of dramatic pause. It is out of the ordinary, but not out of place, and helps achieve that which too few films strive for: to be disturbing without being grotesque.

“Desolation Wilderness” is an oddity. As a film, as a horror film and as art, it has few defining features, endless interpretations and a seldom seen composition of patterns, images and feelings uniting for a whole that is not easily defined by genre or category. It is engaging, disorienting and scary. Although not a horror film in the traditional sense, it is very much so in the emotional sense. It elicits uncomfortable feelings from its alarming use of imagery, close quarters, the unexplained and a generally off kilter presentation of the world. It is intentionally ambiguous and encouragingly subjective. Want though we may, we are not provided a Rod Serling epilogue to ease our minds. If you’re in the mood for a dark, psychological film that, without any sense of urgency, somehow manages to feel oppressive, this is a unique outing. “Desolation Wilderness” invites as much consideration as you can spare long after the credits roll.

“Desolation Wilderness” will be available via a self-released DVD soon.  Please follow this film on Twitter @enterdesolation.  You can also check out the film’s official website.  This review was written by Levi Caleb Smith.

LA Horror Review: “The Los Angeles Ripper”

Los Angeles has been home to some of the most prolific serial killers in American history.  There was, of course, the night stalker, the hillside strangler, the freeway killer and now another, Craig McIntyre’s “The Los Angeles Ripper.”

Kristy (Celeste Martinez) is an aspiring singer who has just arrived in Los Angeles for a fresh start in life.  Living with her lazy cousin and horror fanatic Aunt, things are looking up for Kristy as she makes new friends and begins to take singing lessons.  However, drug dealer Grahm (Randy Tobin), The Los Angeles Ripper, has other plans for poor Kristy.  You see, Grahm likes to torture, rape and murder young women, and he’s damn good at it…

“The Los Angles Ripper” starts with a bang and ends with a bang, take that how you will.  From the very first scene of the film, you know what you are signing up for:  a low budget, gritty serial killer story with a director unafraid to show you the good stuff.  And what else would you expect from a movie called “The Los Angeles Ripper?”  While the body count isn’t necessarily the highest, when Grahm does reveal his sinister intentions to his victims, the intimacy of the filmmaking makes for a quite unnerving experience.  The camera is always no more than a foot away from the victim, often in a cramped room or a van, and catches every grueling detail of the torment of the victims.  The style is reminiscent of the ultra gory 70s exploitation flicks, with a little dab of some zombie feasting as well.  McIntyre is clearly well versed in the horror genre.

The problem with this film is not in the kills, however, but in the killer himself.  No doubt Tobin is a talented actor, and his character is quite memorable but also kind of a…well…a douche bag.  He’s the guy who’s at the party that you didn’t really invite.  He’s the drug dealer that insists that you hang out with him when you only want your fix.  He’s the guy at the bar that just doesn’t catch a hint.  No means no, Grahm…well, kind of.  At times his awkwardness is hard to watch, but when he starts to turn into the Ripper, it’s night and day.  The douche becomes a monster and that’s when the performance really takes off.

The main meat of the story is when Grahm meets, and ultimately becomes obsessed with, Kristy.  He brazenly stalks her, is constantly showing up wherever she goes and ultimately puts her in a rough spot near the end of the film.  Their chemistry is awkward, but that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be, so in that regard, it works.  The supporting cast behind these two is also quite enjoyable, in particular a couple of characters that show up to Kristy’s music lessons add a light hearted break to the carnage in this film.

Indie horror fans should appreciate this film, especially ones in the Los Angeles area.  It does give you a feel for this city and there are some moments that legitimately made me cringe.  While the film isn’t necessarily as deep as it could have been, the gore is intense and the soundtrack is excellent.  The final shot of the film is also one that will stick with you, a serious gut-wrencher.  I’m a huge fan of serial killer films, and while “The Los Angeles Ripper” isn’t necessarily the scariest, it certainly is worth a look for indie horror lovers and newbies to LA.  So go get ripped already.

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