Friday, 13 March 2026

The House of the Devil (Ti West, 2009)

Some call it mumblegore.

And how are we feeling this fine Friday the 13th?  In good fettle for some frights, I hope.

The grindhouse revival movement (which kind of sounds like something from a late '90s / early 2000s NME, like 'new acoustic movement' or 'new wave of the new wave') bringing back a tint of 1970s and early '80s grunginess to the oft-stale horror genre of the early 21st century probably began in earnest with Rob Zombie's 2003 House of 1000 Corpses featuring his feted and foetid Firefly family, and the 2007 Robert Rodriguez / Quentin Tarantino Grindhouse double joint of Death Proof and Planet Terror offered proof - if proof be need be - that evocations of that rough and ready New York 42nd Street  / video nasty aesthetic scratched a nostalgic itch for many exploitation horror fans.

Filmmaker Ti West has certainly made his mark on the subgenre with his X trilogy starring modern day scream queen and genre renaissance woman Mia Goth, comprising 2022's X and Pearl as well as 2024's MaXXXine, but made his debut years earlier with 2005's The Roost - starring sometime Francis 'The Tooth Fairy' Dolarhyde in Michael Mann's 1986 Manhunter Tom Noonan (though to me Noonan will always be the Frankenstein who made me cry in Fred Dekker's The Monster Squad of the next year), who would be rehired by West for the film under discussion in this post, whenever I get round to it.  The Roost would also feature actor-writer-director-producer and general man of many hats Larry Fessenden in a small role as a truck driver.  Fessenden has of course injected new life into the horror staples of the Vampire, Frankenstein's Monster and the Wolfman (in 1997's Habit, 2019's Depraved and 2023's Blackout respectively - the last of which ended on a Marvel-style tag scene teasing the possibility of a modern day Fessenden-style Frankenstein Meets The Wolf Man monster mash team up) and when not revitalising the Universal Monsters for the modern era acted as producer for West's initial brace of movies: in addition to The Roost producing 2007's Trigger Man, 2009's House of the Devil (more on which anon) and 2011's The Innkeepers.  I guess the 2009 Cabin Fever: Spring Fever - which West himself disowned and requested be put out under the standard Hollywood bland pseudonym of Alan Smithee - was just a step too far.

At least with the movie currently under discussion West made a film in 2009 that he could be happy putting his name to.  The House of the Devil is certainly worthy of a mention in anyone's horror resume, featuring among its cast some very familiar veterans of genre and exploitation cinema in addition to upcoming soon to be famous talent - I don't want to overdo that bit by saying it's akin to Dazed and Confused or Can't Hardly Wait with killings or something... but it kind of is, as its cast includes future stars Greta Gerwig - who was in White Noise (directed by her husband Noah Baumbach, who was previously married to Jennifer Jason Leigh so there's a jammy git with a good eye for the ladies) but sadly not the one with Michael Keaton - and, in a cameo voice role as an emergency services telephone operator, Lena Dunham.

Filmed in the style of an early 1980s grindhouse-flavoured video nasty - the sort of film those of us of a certain age might get the same pangs of nostalgia over as Stranger Things, but with murder and gore rather than Spielbergian kids on BMXes - with the 16mm film grain and lurid yellow titles over freeze framed shots adding period verisimilitude, the proceedings get underway as we are introduced to our lead, Samantha (Jocelin Donahue and her amazing cheekbones [great band, I've got all of their early E.P.s, before they sold out and went commercial]).  Sam is engaged in the age-old ritual activity of house hunting for new accommodation whilst at university. I'm sure most of us have been there: no-one should have to put up with staying in the halls of residence with fellow students who engage in behaviour like deciding to subsist on a sack of raw potatoes to save on food shopping so they have more booze money and subsequently suffer a diarrhoea attack so massive that it bedecks the walls (true story), or having a penchant for very loud buggery at inconvenient times of the night (those walls are thin, man).  In Sam's case, it appears she's fed with of her roommate Megan (Gerwig, sporting a bang-on on trend for the era blonde feathered do that makes her look like Laurie Forman from That '70s Show) and her boyfriend's nocturnal activities and so finds herself scoping out a decent property at agreeable rates owned by a landlady played by the legend that is Dee Wallace (forever The Howling's Karen White to me, but most probably known to others as Elliott's mother in Spielberg's lachrymose fantasy E.T. or Brad's mother in Stephen Herek's far superior Critters; either way, she's a matriarch who has to deal with aliens and her innumerable maternal roles in genre cinema has led to the affectionate nickname of "horror's mom"). 

Catching sight of a flyer requiring the paid services of a babysitter for the evening, Sam makes the rather unfortunate decision to call the telephone number and make inquiries about the position.  The offer of her services (not in an escorting/sexual services kind of way obviously, though I know for a fact that lots of university students used to do that to make some easy spare cash and have some fun on the side.  If you're reading this Jo, a.k.a. Amber, you know what I mean, right?) is eagerly taken up by the older man on the other end of the line who is desperate to avail himself of her sitter services.  Not face-sitter services, I stress, though I wouldn't say no.  I'd say "Yass, queening!", obviously.

Hi again, Jo.  Long time no see.

This is Mr Ulman (Tom Noonan, who most of us will immediately recognise as Francis Dollarhyde alias the Tooth Fairy from Michael Mann's stylish and superlative 1986 Hannibal the Cannibal introducer Manhunter and / or the sympathetic Frankenstein Monster from the following year's wonderful Universal Monsters-meet-The Goonies fest The Monster Squad), who is extremely anxious to have her for the evening as he and his wife Mrs Ulman (cult film favourite Mary Woronov, Calamity Jane from the original Corman-produced Death Race 2000; or maybe fleeting Narn ambassadorial assistant Na' Toth from Babylon 5 for us '90s kids who weren't around for the '70s) have an urgent appointment on this night of a full lunar eclipse and need somebody to watch both the house and the unseen elderly 'Mother' upstairs.  A fee of $400 for an easy night's work of watching TV convinces her to stay.

Too high, too far, too soon - she saw the hole in the moon

Leaving, Megan is shot and killed by a bearded guy (mumblegore mainstay A. J. Bowen, who would reteam with Donahue ten tears later in Josh Lobo's I Trapped the Devil), who for some reason I find reminiscent of Youtube reactor Josh from 'Target Audience' - talking of the forces of darkness, I see Paramount is clamping down on their Star Trek reaction videos again -  wearing a woolen beanie hat that in combination with the beard also makes him look like far right reactionary tool and Russian paid shill Tim Pool: a clear marker of true evil.  We will later discover this to be Victor Ulman, the son of the Mr and Mrs of this diabolical maison.

Samantha has been left a number to call for a pizza if hungry, and the delivery guy is the aforesaid beardy weirdy Victor who brings her a medium pepperoni loaded with drugs. The night of the eclipse is closing in, and when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore.  And our lovely babysitter / houseminder has been selected on this night of darkness when Luna hides her face away to be the recipient of the amorous advances of the Devil himself.

Black hole sun won't you come and wash away the pain

Knocked out by the dosed up pizza, Sam groggily regains consciousness to find herself the centrepiece of an eerie occult ritual involving all of the Ulman family - including the daemonic witch-like Mother.  "Where did they get those cloaks?" I found myself wondering, Homer Simpson-style.

Managing to escape but pursued by Mr Ulman she has the chance to shoot him but in despair she turns the gun on herself, leading to an incredibly bleak ending with Sam left brain dead on a life-glug as a human incubator for Satanic spawn; reminiscent of a recent Trumpian MAGA 'pro-life' red state keeping a brain dead woman on life support as an incubator for a baby.  With a world like this, it's easy to think that the maybe the forces of Darkness truly have won after all and we are truly living in the era of the dark of the moon.  Still, you've got to laugh or you'd cry, eh?

The cinematic horror genre began in 1896 with Georges Melies' The House of the Devil (Le Manoir du diable), so it seems somewhat fitting that its namesake would take pride of place in revitalising the genre by harkening back to its past - albeit a relatively more recent past; it being more soundly commercial to play to the nostalgia of living memory and easier to shoot on 16mm and give the cast feather cuts than to shoot on silent monochrome with period Victorian costumes et al.  Still, it feels like the closing of a circle.  Which, as the Incredible String Band taught us, is still unbroken.

Monday, 9 March 2026

Mystery of the Bat-Man: The Lost Serial (Ryan Bijan and Paul Bisnette, 2016-2020)

I have a great fondness for false history.  

Wait, no, don't run!  Not in a scary Stalinist 'erased from the photographs and the official history' way, or a Maoist 'Year Zero' way, or an even more terrifying (since it's happened relatively recently) 'extremist right wingers trying to infiltrate the National Trust to stop people talking about the actual facts about Empire, like slavery' (for Stateside readers, think Lindsay Halligan's 'museums shouldn't make slavery seem bad') kind of way.  They're all pretty chilling.  No, I mean in a falsified fictitious film history kind of way.

Ever since I saw 2009's House of the Wolf Man and admired the recreation of a 1940s Universal horror movie down the film grain and aspect ratio, I've loved the escapism of sitting down to watch that kind of modern (re)construction of the filmic world of a bygone age and slipping into an alternate reality where it really was made back then; the adaptations of The Call of Cthulhu and The Whisperer in Darkness by the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society - made in 2005 and 2011 respectively, but made as though they emerged from the aether in the 1920s and 1930s - stand as wonderful examples of the art.  The loving craft, if you will.  Heh.  I will, even if you won't.

Fun, then, to go back through the list of actors who have essayed the role of the Caped Crusader - the Dark Knight Detective - back, back to the beginning.... Before Adam West.... Before Gordon Lowery... Before Lewis Wilson... To find...

Ryan Bijan?  Huh.  Okay.  Let's go with this.

So here we are in an alternate 1939 - a reality where the Batman made his celluloid debut a full four years earlier than in our harsh realm, in the same year as his comic book premiere.  In this quantum state Mystery of the Bat-Man predates the 1943 Batman (a.k.a. The Batman) and all of its extraordinarily dodgy yellowface villainy and wartime anti-Japanese attitudes, giving us a far less problematic Bat-inception... now there's a Christopher Nolan crossover just waiting to happen.  I mean, the Nolanverse is getting weird, isn't it, with the Scarecrow inventing the atomic bomb or whatever?  I think that's what happened.  I dunno, I watched Barbie instead.

Anyway...we are presented with a constructed reality wherein this 'lost' motion picture serial from 1939 has been rediscovered in a barn outside Beesville, Texas - rather than in a relay station in Jos, Nigeria by archivist and mentalist Philip Morris (another one for the Who fans out there.  Yes, I still refuse to say 'Whovians': it sounds silly and I'm set in my ways).  The fiction we are buying into here is that this was a mooted twelve part serial of which only the first six were made (and so it remains eternally, maddeningly, incomplete like the Cliffhangers serials of the eponymous 1979 portmanteau series [comprising Perils of Pauline pastiche Stop Susan Williams, pulpy Phantom Empire tribute The Secret Empire, and the marvelous Gothic vampire tale The Curse of Dracula - the only one of the trio of tales to actually get a televised ending]), before the poverty row studio producing it - BJC Studios - folded.

It begins...

Chapter One: The Case of the Chemical Syndicate

And so we make a good start by adapting - or at least using the title and a few guest characters from - Detective Comics issue #27, the actual debut story of the Bat-Man himself.  Created by writer Bill Finger and artist Bob Kane, as I'm sure everyone already knows, the character was the embodiment of a veritable smorgasbord of ingredients including Johnston McCulley's Don Diego de la Vega a.k.a. El Zorro from The Curse of Capistrano and it's sundry sequels as well as the criminal protagonist of the 1926 silent The Bat (or, more likely, the 1930 talkie remake The Bat Whispers - though silent cinema would certainly plant the seeds of the Bat-Man's chief nemesis the Joker through Conrad Veidt's grinning Gwynplaine from 1928's The Man Who Laughs).

Initially released on the 28th of August 2016 and opening with a 'new', 'present day' introduction from purported film scholar Michael Monro - who for all I know may well be a real person - which details the falsified history behind the Mystery, the serial starts with a very authentic-seeming opening credits sequence that just gives the kayfabe away with knowing wink credits for a 'Frank Adams' as assistant director and a 'Neal Miller' as art director (referencing much later than '39 Batman alumni Neal Adams and Frank Miller respectively) and leaves both protagonist the Bat-Man and antagonist the Red Hood uncredited - the former given an enigmatic '?' despite Bruce Wayne being separately billed; creator, director, star and all-round auteur Bijan taking the name of Desmond Harmon for his performance as the millionaire playboy.  Were this from 1939 of course, most of the movie-going but non-comic reading public would be unaware of the lead character's dual identity so the artifice makes total sense.

The opening titles replete with split-screen character intros are spot-on and period-accurate and lead us into an opening scene a post-heist robber being waylaid on a rooftop by the masked vigilante that's a great Batman intro, but does give the game away / drop the kayfabe somewhat with its very modern seeming handheld camera shots.  But that's a relatively minor quibble.  Commissioner Jim Gordon (Michael H. Price, supposedly a veteran of classic Westerns, according to Monro in the introduction; I find myself wondering whether this is the same Mr Price who co-authors the wonderful Forgotten Horrors series of tomes on genre obscurities and lost Poverty Row genre flicks?) is discussing the case at his home with millionaire playboy Bruce Wayne (Bijan) who expresses feigned incredulity at the exploits of this "costumed fruit" as Gordon rather politically incorrectly phrases it and directly references pulp and radio vigilante the Shadow with his maxim of "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?" (and for more on Walter B. Gibson's noirish forerunner to the Bat, see here) before Gordon's lovely daughter Barbara (Marisa Duran, a rather prolific voice actor in various anime series and video games the only one of which I know is One Piece; Duran's imdb page says she's non-binary but says she uses she as well as they so I think I'm okay in continuing to refer to her as 'she', especially as I'll generally be referring to Barbara Gordon in character) enters and her father makes rather clumsy introductions and attempts at match making - including mentioning that Wayne has recently returned from "a sojourn in the Orient".  The rather awkward scene is interrupted by a call alerting Gordon that old Lambert, the "chemical king" (I used to know somebody at university with a similar moniker, but I must stress for very different reasons), has been found stabbed to death.  This rather gory news comes as something of a relief and Gordon asks Wayne if he wants to tag along to the murder scene, as you do.

After a rather nice model house establishing shot, we dissolve to the scene of the crime where there's a dead man in the study - no word on whether or not the chicken's still dancing though - and a guest appearance by Clark Kent (Paul Bisnette, replaced by Beau Coleman in later chapters) himself who's here to cover the story; asked by an exasperated Gordon whether or not there's crime in Metropolis that he should be concerned with his feigns an "aw shucks" demeanour and says there's not so much since "you know who" appeared on the scene.  Questioning the late Lambert's widow Leatrice (Nicole Johnson) Gordon divines that she was out with noted crime boss Tony Zucco at the time of her husband's murder before returning to find her "Daddy" (meaning her husband not her father - don't kink shame) now a deady with a knife in him.  Gordon receives a panicked call from one of Lambert's former business partners Steven Crane (Tommy Cuerri) saying that Lambert was threatened by some mysterious figure named 'the Red Hood' and that he has also had the same threatening call.

Detective Harvey Bullock, a familiar character from the acclaimed noirish Saturday morning Batman: the Animated Series where he was voiced by Robert Costanzo and played in live action by Donal Logue in Gotham, here essayed by Matthew Ham - another prolific voiced actor with roles in such stuff as Fairy Tale and Attack on Titan - is rapidly dispatched to the scene but arrives too late; Crane has already been shot dead by a gang of red hooded goons (red hoods?) and Bullock finds the Bat-Man pummeling one of them on the roof of Crane's domicile only for the masked man to vanish in a puff of smoke.  Resolving that the other two former partners, Paul Rogers (Parker Fitzgerald) and Roland Jennings (Robert Perrin), are next on the hit list both the vigilante and the police head for the laboratory at Apex Chemicals; where the weaselly Rogers has already been struck down by his treacherous compadre - Jennings is a member of the Red Hood's gang and the Bat-Man is walking into a trap...

Chapter Two: The Man Behind the Red Hood!

Continuing the story, the second segment (which emerged not the following week, but on the 18th of April 2017; whether it was the same Bat-time depends on when you watched it I suppose) sees our cliffhanger - in which the Bat-Man, along with Paul Rogers (but not Free or Queen, that would be Paul Rodgers you're thinking of), has been trapped in a chemical gas testing facility - resolved by donning gas masks and waiting for the hulking Jennings to stop nonchalantly listening to music on his Victrola and reading Edgar Rice Burroughs' The Return of Tarzan (they like getting in their references to other pulp heroes in this - I approve wholeheartedly) and open up the sealed gas chamber to remove the bodies.  We get quite a good fight scene between the Caped Crusader and the would-be assassin that moves across the floor of the Apex Chemicals lab; the panning camera move tracking the action one again being the only anachronistic break of kayfabe but it's a nice shot so shhh.  The struggle ends with Jennings being stabbed in the neck and Rogers left alone standing over his corpse where he is found by  the unctuous Alfred Stryker (Jonathan Hardin), the fourth member of the cabal comprising the late Crane and Jennings, the only one still standing along with Rogers.

We now get the artifice of a caption announcing that there is footage missing due to a damaged reel, and we jump to Rogers being pursued through the plant by Stryker - or so it seems - in full Red Hood garb.  Chasing him onto a gantry above the boiling vats of chemicals (I think we all know where this is heading, and you don't have to have read the source comics to have an idea - just a memory of Jack Nicholson in the 1989 Prince soundtracked flick is sufficient), the Hood is surprised by Bat-Man who sends him flying over the rails with a Wilhelm scream to plunge into the bubbling sludge in a scene appropriately tinted green and feeling somewhat like a homage to Michael Curtiz' 1933 The Mystery of the Wax Museum.  

Shifting location - both temporally and geographically - to police H.Q. the following day, we meet once again with Commissioner Gordon as he lays out the facts of the case to an affecting nonchalance and disinterest Bruce Wayne, who tells Gordon that his stories are so good he should write for the Saturday Evening Post, to which he responds that he's "more of a Robert E. Howard guy" (I wonder if there's a pulp fiction heroes drinking game in this to be had?  I'm okay, the hospital's just down the road within wheelbarrowing distance).  Wayne's insouciant demeanour falters however when Gordon says that he has Alfred Stryker downstairs who has confessed to being the Red Hood: it seems that he dressed a member of the janitorial staff in his Red Hood outfit (ah, the 'missing footage' subterfuge becomes clear) and this unwitting innocent is who the Bat-Man knocked into the chemical tank.  Still reeling from the thought of having dispatched an unwitting maintenance man, Detective Bullock enters with the news of a kidnapping on the Madison estate.  Bruce says that he knows the family well and that he'll drop by but turns down the Commish's offer to ride along, saying he'll drop  by later and "take [his] own car".

Meanwhile, a young couple - Jackie (Mackenna Milbourn) and her floppy-haired preppy beau Jimmy (Quinn Moran) - are canoodling by a river when a red-hooded man crawls from the water.  As Jimmy goes to find help, the attentive Jackie removes the stricken man's hood only to be repaid by being brained with  rock clutched in the man's gloved hand before the figure with the visage still unseen departs laughing a maniacal laugh...  What kind of Joker are we dealing with here?

Chapter Three: Bye-Bye, Baby!


Released on the nineteenth of January 2018, the third instalment of our chiropteran saga opens with a caption advising we the viewer that "The following is a love letter to the films of the 1930's and 40's.  It is an artistic interpretation, and is not meant to be a wholly accurate re-creation of the era, or its filmmaking techniques" [sic]; rather throwing my couple of minor criticisms of shots that wouldn't have been manageable at the time for the petty quibbles that they are.  I wonder if similar critiques were being made at the time for them to append such a disclaimer to the third episode?  In any case, suitably chastened I shall refrain from harping in the same vein and instead resort to criticism of bad use of apostrophes.  Because I am that petty.  So there.

In the heart of the city at night a robbery is underway at the diamond exchange, observed from the rooftops by the solitary spectral figure of the Dark Knight Detective through his Bat-binoculars (at least Adam West would have called them that).  The crooks, Gloves (Jordan Pokladnik) and Ricky (Adam Kullman), kill the elderly employee (Robert Monroe) when he triggers the alarm before they flee with their ill-gotten gains only to get into a surprisingly well-choreographed rooftop scuffle with the vigilante.  Some short time later, we see a bruised and beaten yet undefeated Bruce Wayne in civilian garb sitting in a cinema... pardon me - movie theatre to watch the exploits of El Zorro unfold on the flickering silver screen.  As Douglas Fairbanks capers, we are treated to a brief series of flash backs to not only the story so far but also a brief glimpse of a gun as Wayne seems to hear the voice of his dead father asking him why he keeps on doing what he does; seeing the prototype cape-wearing avenger strengthens his resolve to continue.

Stopping by at the Madison residence and having just missed Commissioner Gordon, Wayne finds Detective Bullock holding court and interrogating the household staff; despite his attempts to intercede being dismissed as an "armchair investigation" he tries to calm the maid Beulah (Tori Polk) and ascertain the circumstances of the kidnapping of the Madison child Jackie.  Just then, Councilman Madison (William Baffle) arrives home demanding to know what the police are doing to find his missing scion.  Receiving a ransom demand for $70,000 to be delivered by 10 P.M. on Tuesday evening in the park in exchange for Jackie's safe delivery, the panicking politico has his nerves assuaged by a friendly Bruce who offers his reassurance and help. While investigating the grounds for clues, Bruce is surprised by an old acquaintance: Madison's adult daughter Julie (Madison Calhoun, a case of nominative determinism in casting perhaps) who has been away filing "a Basil Karlo picture" - a neat reference to the original incarnation of the villain Clayface.

First appearing in Detective Comics #31, Julie Madison was Bruce Wayne first recurring love interest .  A socialite and actress and later Princess, marrying into the royal family of the European state of 'Moldacia' (turning her into the Bat-verse's analogue of Grace Kelly) she was menaced by the vampiric Monk until she finally got sick of Wayne's apparent lacksadaisical approach to life and left in issue #49 after ending their engagement.  She wouldn't appear in live action until 1997 when she was essayed by Elle MacPherson in Joel Schumacher's Batman and Robin.

When the belligerent and bellicose Bullock arrests Beulah, the Bat-Man behooves it befitting to be on the case.  Searching for the missing baby, he finds himself engaging in a rooftop kung-fu fight with a trio of animal-masked henchpersons: the Fox (Thonda Durant), the Shark (Brent Mize) and the Vulture (Blake Allen Calli).  This surprisingly bloody battle - slightly reminiscent of Nicholas Hammond's rooftop duel with the kendo stick-wielding henchmen in the 1977 Spider-Man pilot - finishes up with the Caped Crusader plummeting from the roof of the building, seemingly to his certain demise...

Chapter Four: Scandalous


Scandal streaked the screen scarlet in February 2019 as the 28th of the month saw the resolution (there's going to be a resolution, yeah, you know) of the previous instalment's rather literal cliffhanger - roofhanger? - ending, but not before an opening scene with the caption slide 'Gotham City' establishing our location  - the first on-screen acknowledgement, I think, that this is in fact Gotham set in a church where Fingers and Ricky are marched before their masked boss the Monk (Toney Dempsey) by the Fox and the Shark.  After enquiring after the whereabouts of the Vulture (Adrian Toomes or Blackie Drago?  Oops, wrong comic company) and being told of the Bat-Man's fall, Fingers is dispatched for his bungling, for such is the disposability of henchmen, and Ricky is dragged off to be imprisoned in the cellars while the Fox declares that "the Bat is dead".

OR IS HE?  (Spoiler: no)

Aspiring actress Julie Madison has supplied the ransom money for her kidnapped little brother and waits for her father the councilman - perhaps a less inspiring title than My Father the Hero but at least that has a young Katherine Heigl in it - to return from the drop off, but he comes home forlorn and empty handed after the child nabbers were a no show.  They get a phone call from the miscreant saying that he suspected police involvement and that he'll be holding on to little Jackie for a while longer, but that he won't charge a further fee for his babysitting services.  

Meanwhile, Commissioner Gordon and Detective Bullock are chatting about the murdered university student (see the end of Chapter Two, True Believers!  Excelsior!  Oh damn, that's Marvel again not DC) and how good it is to have her boyfriend Jimmy arrested and safely off the streets; Harvey mentions how crazy the tale of a "green-haired clown" emerging from the river is and how it doesn't make the best case for a sound mind.  Barbara Gordon enters dressed in a waitress uniform - another fetish catered to, thank you - and asks her father about the whereabouts of millionaire philanthropist Bruce Wayne; he replies that he was supposed to appear at the Shreck's Department Store (another neat reference nod) gala but hasn't been seen for a few days.  This prompts Babs to call Julie Madison in the guise of "Officer Craig" (Ha!  Like Yvonne Craig, DO YOU SEE?) and makes enquiries about the case and the whereabouts of Wayne, mentioning that he has past form for mysterious disappearances such as his excursion to Asia (see Batman Begins, Bat-fans!).

We are then treated to a montage sequence of Barbara getting herself ready in a disguise - including her dad's mysteriously missing driving gloves - to go out on a vigilante patrol of her own intercut with good time girl Kitty (Stephanie Oustalet) picking up a rather rough and violent john (Ivan Munoz) who'd rather carve her up with a switchblade than pay for her lovely services until the nascent Bat-Girl intervenes.  Meanwhile, in Metropolis (which is of course presented in Technicolor rather than the monochrome of Gotham), reporter Lois Lane (Courtney Walsh) tells her co-worker Clark Kent (Beau Coleman) of the situation in that there Gotham, prompting the mild-mannered journalist the declare that this is a job for SUPERMAN to the fanfare from the Fleischer Brothers animated shorts...

(Speaking of 'shorts', the post-credits scene where the Daily Planet's janitor enters the room and stands with his mop watching Clark slowly remove his business suit like a listless stripper at the world's worst hen party and change into his Superman togs is extremely amusing.)

Chapter Five: Face to Face


Not finally but fifthly, Face to Face features as our penultimate adventure just mere months after the last; the 27th of June 2019.  Continuing the action of the precious instalment, with the masked and anonymous Barbara Gordon breaking into the room where the sex worker 'Kitty' is about the by murderer by her non-paying client.  After a nicely violent close-quarters fight scene where the pugilistic punter is getting the better of Babs, he finds himself in for a free spot of unexpected and non-erotic asphyxiation as the abused call girl garrotes him with her whip.  "Well, he definitely finished" she quips, Bond-style over his corpse in her lingerie.  Some of us would pay good money for that.

The action of the episode proper begins after this reprise with a news bulletin broadcasting over the Gotham radio waves, updating the populace of that benighted city about the continued search for the missing infant Jackie Madison as well as the rise of "charismatic preacher" (why does that phrase chill the blood in my veins?) the Reverend Michael Monk (Toney Dempsey) and his Lazarus Ministries church.  This pastor of disaster has been performing alleged miracles in his evangelical house of lies, and probably speaking in tongues and handling snakes too.  Hallelujah!

We then get a brief flashback wherein a younger Bruce Wayne and Julie Madison leave a showing of Cecil B. DeMille's 1934 Cleopatra (showing on a great double-bill with Edgar G. Ulmer's spooktastic The Black Cat - what a date night!), the young Julie dreaming of one day being like Claudette Colbert on the silver screen when they are jumped by a pair of hoods.  Bruce seems able to handle himself until he hesitates in punching out the younger mugger only for the older one to cosh him unconscious.  This is what charity and fair play get you on the mean streets, I guess.  Flashing forward to "NOW", Clark Kent is interviewing the Rev. Mr. Monk who prates about the "Jewish-owned newspapers" and "globalists" and the dangers of putting your faith in men dressed in spandex; at the same time, we are caught up on the Bat-Man's circumstances since his plunge from the rooftops.  Badly injured with a sprained arm, fractured ankles and various and sundry cuts and bruises, he has been tended to by a couple of guys in bandana masks - one of whom used to be a doctor.  The struck-off ex-medic outlines his blackmail scheme to the stricken Mr. Wayne: pay up a cool half million, or he'll let the press know that Gotham's favourite son was found bleeding out in an alleyway dressed in the Bat-Man's outfit.  Before Bruce is Mickey Finned back into unconsciousness, he becomes aware that the baby Jackie is being held by the same men as he sinks into the embrace of Morpheus.

Julie has paid a visit to the Reverend Monk at his church and he is suspiciously reluctant to shake her hand when he notices her silver bangle, saying that he has an allergy to the metal.  Later that night, a strange man calls by the church claiming to have lost his memory.  He removes the muffler that conceals his face revealing his Joker visage (John Scott) in all his gory Gwyplaine glory; laughing, he stabs the minister repeatedly and goes to leave before the vampiric Monk rises like a revenant and bares his fangs...

Chapter Six: The End is the Beginning is the End

How nice to close on a Smashing Pumpkins reference - and a Batman-related one at that (albeit a Joel Schumacher's Batman and Robin one.  Personally, I think REM's 'Revolution' was the better song from that soundtrack but it's pretty slim pickings [wasn't he in Dr Strangelove?] on a tracklist awash with the likes of the Goo Goo Dolls and Bone Thugs-'n'-Harmony).

Debuting on the 1st of May 2020, the concluding chapter of the serial sees the dream team of Kitty and Barbara, having disposed of the body of the murderous john (who won't be writing up a Punternet review anytime soon - if Punternet's still a thing these days, I dunno), on a mission knocking door to door in Kitty's apartment block.  The call girl and the commissioner's daughter hit the jackpot when they wind up at the threshold of the domicile currently containing both the baby and the brutalised Bat-Man.   Made an offer of a threesome he's can't refuse (who'd turn down the prospect of being the Lucky Pierre filling in a Bargirl / Catwoman sandwich?) the disgraced doctor (James Jackson) is tempted back to Kitty's room along with the ladies, leaving his brother and compatriot Billy (Johnny Loyd) sipping on 'World's Finest' whisky - ha! - and guarding the hostages.  Bruce seizes on the opportunity to take advantage of his credulous custodian, asking to be passed his utility belt for the 'medicine' contained within one of the pouches thereon.  Meanwhile, while Kitty distracts the doctor Barbara has made her way through the ventilation shaft to rescue baby Jackie and call the police for back-up.

But the maladroit medic isn't distracted by the charms of 'Kitty' Kyle for long and notices Babs' absence.  catching them in the act of escaping, he knocks Barbara out only to be assailed by a batarang and flashbomb from the Bat-Man's belt.Kitty enters the chaotic melee and this kitten with a whip manages to rescue both Barbara and the baby just before the fuzz arrives led by Harvey Bullock who kills Dr. Death just before he can put a bullet in Bruce. 

The full serial in six parts is available to view on the Big John Creations Youtube channel - which also features a great many videos wherein film historians such as Jonathan Rigby, David Del Valle, the late Lee Gambin and others spotlight various movie classics in conversation with Bijan and is highly recommended to all who have an interest in and affection for the annals of cinema.

That's annals with two 'n's, you dirty lot.  Yeesh.