Who Can Kill A Child?

Its title kind of says it all, but this remains probably the best movie in the surprisingly broad "killer kids" genre. A man and his pregnant wife arrive by boat on a cozy little island town off the coast of Spain, only to find all of the adults missing. Soon, they discover that a kind of rapidly-spreading psychic plague has turned the island's children into an army of killers driven to slaughter all adults.

What makes WCKAC? a cut above so many other evil children epics is that it doesn't go the easy route of having the antagonists act like zombies, feral creatures or even demonic apart from their actions. In a diabolical act of audience manipulation, their "villainy" manifests in the form of things audiences are already expected to find irritating about children: They're manipulative, loud, petty and mischievous, but not evil in the conventional sense.

This, naturally, helps justify the protagonist's reluctance to just kill them and escape, but it also deviously manipulates the audience into rooting for a big, violent "kill the little creeps already!" finale. And then makes them watch what they asked for (it's exhilarating catharsis for about 30 seconds, then you start hating yourself).

There's an attempt late in the game to suggest that the spreading mass hysteria driving the children is some kind of karmic payback via the spirits of children killed in grown-ups' wars, but it's really a movie all about breaking the violence on/toward kids taboo to increasingly extreme ends. The third act is, without exaggeration, one "I can't believe what I just saw!" moment after another.

The Beast (La Bete)

Sooner or later, Walerian Borowczyk was going to wind up here. A self-styled Jester Prince of 70's Euro "arthouse erotica," Borowczyk is best remembered for Immoral Tales, an anthology of absurdist, self-consciously arty pornographic short subjects.

One of the shorts, in which a Victorian-era lady aristocrat is menaced but then willingly, er ... "romanced" by a fearsome forest monster (it looks like an upright-walking rat/bear hybrid), was considered going too far even for Tales and got cut. Undaunted, Borowczyk crafted an entirely new film in which to house the sequence.

The result, The Beast, is an excruciatingly drawn-out manor drama (intercut with gratuitous sex scenes and a reeeaaaallllyyy uncomfortable running joke about a priest and two altar boys) about a young woman being conned into marrying the mysteriously unwell son of a decaying Old Money family whose bloodline is alleged to be cursed by "something" that happened between a former matriarch and a mythical beast long ago. Flashbacks in the form of the deleted Tales segment reveal the true history of The Beast, the sick son keeps parts of his body mysteriously covered at all times, and well, you see where this is going.

The film gained enough notoriety based on "that scene" to make The Beast's onscreen partner briefly famous, and she starred in a spiritual sequel titled The Beast In Space. Twisted set piece aside (let's be clear, this is very much porn even if one of the participants is mostly a special effect), it's actually pretty dull. A heavily-censored but still emphatically NSFW review of the film by The Cinema Snob can be found here.


I went back and forth about whether or not to include this film in either list. The fact is, most of these movies are exploitation-y schlock that fans of extreme cinema can at least enjoy on some ironic or meta level beyond just the physical/psychological test of getting through them. But there's nothing enjoyable or ironic about Irreversible. It's just a cruel, sadistic, nihilistic presentation courtesy of French shock-auteur Gaspar Noe (already infamous for The Butcher, whose title character turns up in cameo here), seemingly justified by its demonstration of a simple but admittedly interesting narrative trick.

Our story is about a mostly-happy couple (Monica Bellucci and Vincent Cassel) going to a party. Bellucci's character leaves early and is violently sexually assaulted and beaten almost to death. Cassel's character tracks down her attacker and beats him to death, but it's the wrong guy. That's ... pretty much it, with the showpiece being the extended sequence where Bellucci is brutalized. So, what's the point?

It's backwards. The chronology of the scenes is reversed, so that we see the horrifying ending first and the pleasant enough beginning last. It's an interesting statement on the ability of editing to influence how we perceive the flow of a story, but it's doubtful you'll want to watch it again to see if you notice anything different about the experience.

Bob Chipman is a film critic and independent filmmaker. If you've heard of him before, you have officially been spending way too much time on the internet.

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