HALLOWEEN HORROR: Hatchet 2 (2010)

Nothing cheers me up quicker - when I'm in the doldrums - than a good splatter flick and Hatchet 2 ;certainly delivers on that score.

Which is not to say it's a great movie; writer/director Adam Green's one-man campaign to the reclaim the old school slasher genre for the 21st Century has stuck so closely to the original formula that the sequel is, sadly, a pale imitation of the first.

Picking up where Hatchet left off, lone survivor Marybeth (the original's far more pleasing Tamara Feldman swapped out for Danielle Harris) heads back to New Orleans where she meets up with souvenir salesman and phony voodoo priest Reverend Zombie (Tony Todd) and gets him to organise a hunting party to return to the swamps and track down the murderous 'ghost' of Victor Crowley (Kane Hodder).

It takes a long while - a good half-hour - for the hunters to all get together, including Marybeth's uncle Bob (Tom Holland), who is possibly the single-most monotone and emotionally-stunted actor I have ever seen, before they all head back into the swamps the good stuff can begin.

It also doesn't help that Marybeth - as portrayed by Harris - isn't a particularly sympathetic or likeable character.

Everything feels more light-weight than last time, with almost no effort being made to sketch in backstories for the hunters before they get picked off by Crowley - although Green takes obvious delight in the drawn-out, buckets-of-blood-and-gore death scenes (several of which are quite inventive, while others are just plain nasty).

We do learn some more of Victor Crowley's tragic - and paranormal - origins and find out about Marybeth's family connections to Crowley, but after the long build-up, the slaughter of the not-so-innocent seems over too quickly.

Hatchet 2 is a decent extension of the Hatchet storyline, but after the tongue-in-bloody-cheek Grand Guignol of the original, I kind of expected more (and not just more gore) from the sequel.

At least Tony Todd is always good value for money and Kane Hodder turns in a surprisingly touching performance as Victor Crowley's father, Thomas, during an extended flashback.

I'm still keen to see Hatchet III at some stage, but not as excited as I was to see this movie after I saw the first.

HALLOWEEN HORROR: Digging Up The Marrow (2014)

Known for horror movie series like Hatchet and Frozen, director Adam Green (playing himself) receives a wad of information in the mail from a fan who claims to have discovered real monsters.

Green decides this would be a brilliant subject for a documentary and heads out to meet the mysterious William Dekker (Twin Peaks' Ray Wise) and hopefully get a chance to see these so-called monsters.

Dekker spins him yarns about a subterranean world - accessed through holes in the ground usually found near cemeteries - called 'the Marrow', populated by an assemblage of deformed creatures.

Shot in a mock-documentary style (with swatches of 'shaky hand-held camera footage'), the film follows the childishly-excited Green and his sceptical cinematographer, and long-time collaborator, Will Barratt (also playing himself) as they interview Dekker and are then taken on a series of night-time reconnaissance missions, staking out an alleged Marrow entrance.  

Along the way, there are several cameos from known-genre figures (such as Kane Hodder, Mick Garris and Green's ex-wife Rileah Vanderbilt) who don't get what he is trying to achieve with this documentary and generally dismiss Dekker as a potentially-dangerous nutter or a con man.

This is more than a simple "what if monsters really existed?" movie, as a key element in the tale is that that question is being tackled by a horror movie director whose career is based on creating terrifying creatures.

The mockumentary is joyously incomplete, dangling plot threads that are never truly explained (such as the chronology of whatever is in Dekker's locked storeroom), but that's life. And the movie's brilliant ending justifies wholeheartedly why Green left his magnum opus unfinished.

I get why some people don't grok this. They're wrong. But I get it. Digging Up The Marrow is a slow burner, building up to its kick-in-the-teeth third act. Sure, there's a pretty terrifying jump scare about half-an-hour in, but the bulk of the film is about building atmosphere and creating a world.

I can only imagine that a lot of people - coming off the back of the Hatchet franchise - were caught off-guard by how subtle and intelligent Digging Up The Marrow is.

Thematically it owes a lot to the more-grounded tales of HP Lovecraft's oeuvre (particularly his "ghouls") and, of course, Clive Barker's Nightbreed, but the documentary style gives it a verisimilitude that is only undermined by the presence of such a recognisable actor as Ray Wise in a lead role.

Wise is superb, wholly convincing as the shady and driven Dekker, and I understand why Green cast him - to stress that this is 'make-believe' and not an attempt at a Blair Witch-style hoax. Yet I can't help but wonder how the film would have been received if Green had gone down that route with an unknown actor as Dekker.

In reality, Digging Up The Marrow came about because of a fortuitous confluence of events in Green's life. First, he received a highly detailed package of notes from a fan claiming to be the real story of Green's creation, Victor Crowley (from the Hatchet series).

Later the film director met artist Alex Pardee who gave him a booklet of illustrations for his exhibition Digging Up The Marrow that told the story of detective William Dekker commissioning him to draw creatures he'd encountered in his investigations of the Marrow.

HALLOWEEN HORROR: Hatchet (2007)

Before he made Sexy Nightmare Slayers, Adam Green first became a big name in geeky households through his wonderfully OTT homage to old school slasher horror, Hatchet.

A simple set-up sees a gaggle of potential victims stranded at night in the Louisiana swamps when their "ghost tour" boat runs aground.

Lost, cold and wet they soon discover they are not alone and that the area's mythical bogeyman, Victor Crowley (Kane 'Jason Voorhees' Hodder), is after their blood.

Taking the best of the supernatural slasher genre and blending in some almost Scooby Doo-like humour - along with the requisite quotient of boobs and blood - Green drowns his audience in Grand Guignol levels of gore and mutilation that are so far fetched as to be shockingly humorous.

As much a comedy as a horror film, Hatchet is pure entertainment for horror groupies. It has no deep message or hidden subtext; it just aims to shock and amuse in equal measure by balancing each moment of graphic violence with a cheesy joke, witty one-liner or amusing pratfall.

Emphasising the movie's role as a loving, but light-hearted, homage to movies like Nightmare On Elm Street, Friday The 13th, Halloween, Candyman etc we are teased with all too brief cameos by the iconic Tony Todd and Robert Englund.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer fans (well, the males anyway) will also be delighted to know that Mercedes McNab (aka Harmony Kendall) not only has a large role in this as aspiring softcore porn actress Misty, but also spends at least a third of her time on camera topless.

Yes, it's that sort of film!

There's not enough originality in the personality of Victor Crowley - a Jason Voorhees-like mutant child bullied by his peers then accidentally set alight during a Halloween prank (viz. The Burning), who comes back "from the dead" (Freddy et al) with the powers of superhuman strength and indestructibility (Jason again) and a desire for revenge against mankind - but I don't think that's the point.

For me Green is simply trying to reclaim the genre, take it back to a halcyon age - but with a 21st Century budget and effects - to prevent its continued Twilightification. He's making "horror" truly "horrible" again, reclaiming the genre prerogative of  making the antagonist the audience draw, but without sinking to the sickening depths of the torture porn sub-genre.

Even the ending, while by no means original, is still perfectly in-keeping with the old school vibe of the piece... and obviously left the barn door open for Hatchet 2!

Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre III (1990)

I won't bore you rambling on about my long-term affinity for this messy franchise - since writing my university dissertation (in part) on the original Texas Chain Saw Massacre - but when a spiffy new Blu-Ray edition of Leatherface: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre III was announced I was 98 percent sure I hadn't actually seen this particular entry.

Trouble is there seem to be so many sequels and reboots it's difficult to remember which are connected to which, and which of those I've actually watched.

For instance, the most recent offering was 2022's Texas Chainsaw Massacre from Netflix which was a direct sequel to the original and brought back a key "victim" from that movie.

However, 1990's Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre III (not to be confused with 2017's Leatherface) immediately declares itself a continuation of the original story (conveniently sidestepping and forgetting the deranged slapstickery of Texas Chainsaw Massacre II) with its opening text that declares the character who appears in the Netflix sequel to actually have died in 1977!

TCM III isn't just a sequel, it's really a retelling of the original story, just in a more condensed form.

Bickering student couple Ryan (William Butler) and Michelle (Kate Hodge) are on a roadtrip from California to Florida when they pull into a Last Chance Gas Station, in the middle of nowhere, Texas, and encounter its sleazy owner, Alfredo (Tom Everett).

While filling up the car and using the facilities, the couple also meet a hitchhiker called Tex (The Lord of The Rings' Aragorn himself Viggo Mortensen in an early appearance).

Although Ryan won't give him a lift, he does listen to Tex's talk of a shortcut down a road that isn't on their map.

A fight erupts at the gas station between Alfredo and Tex and, as the young couple flee, they believe they see Tex getting blasted with a shotgun.

To escape the clutches of the perverted gas station attendant they take Tex's shortcut, but end up lost and in the dark... and being chased by a mysterious, giant four-wheel drive truck that forces them off the road.

In the ensuing chaos, they have their first encounter with Leatherface (R.A. Mihailoff), and end up running into 'weekend warrior' Benny (Dawn of The Dead's iconic Ken Foree), who was heading into the mountains for a "survivalist camp".

Leatherface captures Ryan, while Michelle discovers a large house that she hopes will offer her sanctuary and/or a way to contact the authorities.

Of course, she's clearly never seen a horror movie... because this is the home of Leatherface's creepy, cannibalistic family!

Honestly, there isn't really much to Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre III. It's only 85-minutes long and retreads a lot of familiar ground, but it's also a helluva lot of gonzo fun.

Directed by Jeff Burr and written by David J Schow, there's a surprising attention to detail that I really appreciated - such as Leatherface wearing a leg brace (after he injured himself swinging his chainsaw at the end of the original movie) and the little girl (Jennifer Banko) naming her dolly Sally (after the Final Girl in the original movie, Sally Hardesty).

The legend Kane Hodder (best known for his turns as Jason Voorhees in the Friday The 13th franchise) was stunt co-ordinator on TCMIII and, apparently, even doubled for R.A. Mihailoff as Leatherface.

The film tries to emulate the suggested violence of the original by having the most brutal moments occur off camera, but TCM III comes up short on atmosphere because the grit and grim of Tobe Hooper's classic are replaced here by an air of cheapness.

Yet while Leatherface himself seems a bit bargain-basement, there's no escaping the fact that this is a small-scale rollickin' adventure that thematically, with its frequent reliance on a nearby swamp, foreshadows Adam Green's Hatchet series of slasher movies.

The addition of Ken Foree's Benny adds an interesting dynamic, as he's able to bring some genuine firepower to a chainsaw fight, even if the film's heavy-handed plotting does feel obliged to stick to the obligatory Final Girl trope.

And, no, it turns out I definitely hadn't seen Leatherface: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre III before. But I'm glad I have now.