Showing posts with label Nazis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nazis. Show all posts

Monday, 10 June 2013

W Is For Wyngarde












Peter Wyngarde runs the gamut from light-hearted cynicism to utter revulsion as German newspaper editor Werner Loder in the 1962 Armchair Theatre production 'Night Conspirators'. He gives an powerful, serious performance, as might befit a drama about the unexpected and, in Werner Loder's case, desperately unwanted, return of an aged Adolf Hitler to Germany.   

It bears repeating: Peter Wyngarde was a very fine actor, and he should be as well known for that as his moustache, cuban heels, perm and private life. The Island would be a much duller place without him.  


Sunday, 26 February 2012

Almost Human


Make no mistake, ‘Shock Waves’ is pure trash but, as aquatic Nazi killer zombie films go, it’s right up there.

Yes, it suffers from the jumpy narrative and variable performances that these sort of films specialise in, but it actually has quite a lot going for it: Peter Cushing, looking worrying thin, but giving his usual credible performance, this time with a clipped German accent and a great big scar down his mush; an effective, abstract score played on cheap synths; location shooting on an eerie looking island and in a run down, deserted hotel, and, best of all, the decomposing genetically engineered Nazi half-living, half-dead killing machines in goggles who live underwater, lying in wait for victims, of which there are many. It's possibly the most fun the Third Reich has ever given the world.

Shock Waves







Saturday, 25 February 2012

Nazis On Ice


Nazis are good value, horror wise, aren’t they? The evil regime that keeps on giving.

In ‘The Frozen Dead’, Dana Andrews is attempting to establish a fourth Reich using the bodies of party members who chose to be cryogenically frozen when the war ended twenty years previously. The thawing process isn’t working, however, so the defrostees come out brain damaged or, in the case of a young Edward Fox, totally psychotic.

What the ‘kindly’ Doctor (who used to preside over a concentration camp and knew Josef Mengele) really needs is a living brain to study, which is soon delivered to him thanks to Fox’s strangling hands. The victim is a friend of his niece who is immediately decapitated and her head is kept in a box and fed a glucose diet. When the box is opened, the severed head scowls angrily – a look I recognise (and fear) from my own wife. When the box is shut, she uses telepathy to call to her friend and to wind up the frost damaged Nazis. It’s a powder keg with a dynamite girdle and nitrogylcerine wheels.

Extraordinary in many ways, few of them good, ‘The Frozen Dead’ is not necessarily terrible, just totally ridiculous. There’s a scene where the American hero is exploring the ‘castle’ (it’s actually just a large house) and, as he explores the dungeons, he comes across a skeleton manacled to the wall. Why? He doesn’t even register surprise, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Why do the frozen Nazis swing around in the freezer? Have they been doing that for twenty years? Couldn’t they have been secured a little better?

The daftest elements are, naturally, courtesy of the severed head: blue, bald, covered in tubes, its baleful presence is exploited to the full and its scornful, hate filled expression is the stuff of nightmare / farce. The bald blue bonce even speaks at the end (impossible, but why start applying logic now?), before using sheer willpower to revenge itself on its nasty Nazi tormentors. Ludicrous. Recommended!

The Frozen Dead







Monday, 13 February 2012

Derren Nesbitt, Actor








In many ways, the defining role of Derren Nesbitt's career was as Gestapo Major Von Halpen in the classic 'Where Eagles Dare' (1968). If, for instance, you were talking to some bizarre person who didn't know who Derren was, I guarantee that they would remember him in this film (if they say 'what's Where Eagles Dare?', then just walk away - to hell with them). 

Derren does his really rather good German accent, and, despite being the most ruthless, arrogant Nazi you can imagine who would clearly do truly awful things in the name of the Fuhrer, he also manages to be quirky and interesting and, well, sort of charming, up until the very second that dead-eyed psycho Clint Eastwood shoots him in the head.