A Little Too Little Too Late – DANIEL ISN’T REAL (2019)

Movies like Daniel Isn’t Real (2019) are great examples of why I love the horror genre; they truly are a safe space to express our darkest wants and needs as individuals, a window into the depths of our ugly side as humans, a mirror forcing us to see what we don’t want to see so we can reflect, if we so choose to, with quiet humbleness. Horror movies are not only cautionary tales, but learning opportunities if enough attention is paid to their message. Movie making is quite literally an art, not only visually, but as a larger-than-life representation of humanity, of what we love, hate, fear, aspire to, dream of, wish for, and, put simply, of all the things that make us give a damn. Horror is the best.

Hello, horror friend, it is nice having you here, thank you for stopping by. Hey, real quick and just between you and me, the above short clip of the house party scene was the one that moved me the most, I don’t know what to say about it other that it made me see Luke for who he really was, a powerless victim who was also his own abuser and protector, paradoxically rejecting and defending himself from himself. But I am getting ahead of myself, let’s start from the beginning.

**SPOILERS AHEAD**

Luke was the only child of an affluent couple who was going through a tumultuous divorce, you see, the mom, Claire, had a type-A personality and also suffered from schizophrenia, the dad, well, we did not know anything about him other that he had had enough of the mom’s moods, so divorce it was. Luke, on this particular day, decided to let his parents fight in peace so he went out to the street to distract himself, unfortunately, one of the places that caught his attention was a barricaded crime scene where a crazed shooter had taken several innocent lives at the local coffee shop; the crime scene was so recent that sheets had not even been placed yet on top of the corpses which, of course, must have been awfully traumatic for any six-year old, and, luckily for this six-year old, a new friend pretty much materialized at that exact same moment to keep him company. Daniel.

Daniel and Luke were inseparable and played and learned together, that was until one day Daniel got jealous of the motherly love Luke was receiving from Claire so Daniel, showing his true nature, tricked little Luke into poisoning her. Claire survived the attack and when she confronted Luke about it, she was told it was Daniel, not him, who had done it, so Claire explained to Luke how bad and dangerous it all had been and asked him to “lock” Daniel inside grandma’s old dollhouse. And so he did.

Twelve years passed and Luke was now a freshman in college, on his way to becoming a Lawyer to maintain family tradition. Luke had been artistic and with a great imagination in his early years, but now his life lacked the joy, the color, the excitement from his true nature. He did not have friends either, or a girlfriend, just mom.

Claire’s schizophrenia seemed to not be managed well, so when Luke went to visit her during a short school break, he had to play the role of the parent toward her: keeping her company, listening to her, feeding her, showing her love and compassion, all while still trying to be a regular young adult who goes to parties and drinks and sleeps around. But Luke was failing at being a regular young adult, you see, he fainted to the floor when dealing with high levels of stress, and talking to attractive women was stressful to him, so he decided to seek treatment in therapy for it.

Therapy made him feel better, but while talking about his social circle of friends, or lack thereof, he remembered the imaginary friend he used to have as a child and goodness gracious, he must have realized how toxic Daniel had been at the end that he did not even mention the fact that he tried to kill his mom because of him. Luke ended that particular session with the heavy, dark secret fresh on his mind and decided to pay his mom another visit. That night, Claire had a horrible episode where she tried to kill herself and Luke was there to witness it, but it was all too much. School. His personal life. His home life. He was alone. No one was there to help him cope with it…

Daniel, adult Daniel, was everything Luke wasn’t. Tall, dark, handsome, well-dressed, confident, brave, self-assured, and, most importantly, skilled at providing words of advice to Luke, scratch that, skilled at commanding Luke of exactly what to say and do to overcome any and all challenging situations. A mom trying to kill herself? Check. A difficult school test? Check. A gorgeous girl at a party? Check and check.

Nevertheless, exactly as before, Daniel started getting jealous of the female attention Luke was receiving thanks to his help, so much so that they started feeling negatively toward each other and, once again, Daniel tricked Luke but now into letting him borrow his body so he did not “cheat” on the artist girl he just started seeing.

This did not go well at all. Luke wanted out. Daniel had to go.

Luke remembered there was a copy of the old newspaper detailing the coffee shop shooting, so he got it and looked for the name of any person who might have known the shooter. Why? Maybe because he associated the fact that Daniel arrived into his life at the exact same moment when he saw in front of him, right there and then, the corpse of the shooter… (*side note, this is why horror can deal with difficult topics so brilliantly and easily, it does not have to give you a logical explanation to make sense as you already know that monsters signify bad human behavior, and that evil signifies illness*)… and since he perhaps saw himself now as the evil monster, just like the shooter, maybe those who knew the shooter could guide him into understanding what he did and saw before losing it, all in hopes to prevent him from losing it too.

And he does, Luke actually finds the home of the father of the shooter and, yes, it was confirmed that the shooter also “dealt with” Daniel before “going crazy” all those years back… (*another side note, did you know that the average age of schizophrenia onset tends to be in the late teens to the early 20s in men? And that even though it may result in hallucinations and delusions, among other things, it may be controlled with lifelong medical treatment? Schizophrenia is a serious, debilitating mental illness, but it does not mean life is over for the sufferer, or that the affliction has a free pass in films and entertainment – schizophrenia should definitely not be used in horror movies as a metaphor for evil and danger*)… right, so the father gets scared of Luke and calls the cops discreetly so as to not agitate him, but it is too late, Luke knows his fate is sealed, he just got the confirmation he was hoping not to get.

What happens next in the movie is a unique visual exploration of what it would look like to have your mental illness come to life, of it eating you, taking over, all while you are pushed aside into the depths of your own loneliness, of your own abyss.

The movie had a sad, gory ending, but it was a good one. Luke died fighting for himself and that’s what truly mattered to him, given the unfair and precarious circumstances he was in; had he been emotionally supported by his dad, had his mom been taken promptly to the psychiatric hospital, had he been more honest with his own therapist about his childhood demons, had he taken his meds sooner and more consistently, had he given up Law and study instead something that made him happy, had he had real friends and a loving girlfriend, then, and only then, his life would have had a better outcome thanks to the pillars of life needed for resilience. (And that, my dear horror friend, was the movie’s message, hope we all took notes ;)

In Love and Fear,

—Marath

© 2016-2024

My First Taste of Horror – LA HORA MARCADA (1988-1990)

This shouldn’t take long. That is what I told myself when I stumbled upon old episodes of La Hora Marcada (1988-1990) on ViX (not a sponsor). I thought I could put a pause on my day and rewatch an episode or two of the Mexican horror tv show I remembered watching with my family as a child. There were several episodes available for streaming and quickly realized I was wrong and it would indeed take long; my day was then not only shot, but my brain was rendered useless as well, the avalanche of nostalgic memories flooding my mind being the one to blame.

Hello, dear horror friend, hope you are doing well, thank you for being here. Today I would like to share with you a piece of my childhood, of my first taste of horror. But before we begin, let’s acknowledge that decades-long memory could be a tricky thing and may sometimes be confused with fabrications by a vivid imagination and strong emotional reactions. The latter being where I stand in this moment. Even though I feel that La Hora Marcada was where I got my first tv scare as a child, I cannot accept such an absolute proclamation with a straight face as there were many movies and tv shows watched at our childhood home; however, what I can say with total clarity is that I remember how much I both dreaded and looked forward to watching—every week and without exception—the scary show with the scary music and the scary stories.

Oh man, the creepy music from the opening credits was such a trigger for me: the confusing feeling came from my belly when listening to those first notes (I remember that, I hate that I remember that, I shouldn’t remember that), also, the black and white title images with the women and the blood were grotesque and beautiful to me (the ambivalence was strange, but good, always good). Being scared, or rather, wanting to be scared at such a young age must have been a challenge, a rebellion, not against my family but against myself. I have always been a stickler for rules (right or wrong, good or bad, black or white), but I now find it interesting that my young self chose to go for that which confused her, which made no sense in her logical mind, but that felt good in her body.

Fabricated fear feels good because you are absorbed by its darkness without consequences. I am watching you being in danger, but you are not in danger, we know you are not in danger, but for a moment we are both agreeing that you are, it’s all pretend, it’s all safe. This fake reality makes me care for you, hurt for you (and fear for me), but it’s all pretend, you are safe (and I am safe).

Now that I have put this into writing, I can much easily articulate the reason behind my ongoing love and attraction to horror: because I enjoy the risk-free and ambivalent nature of it. Things do not need to make sense to be safe, characters do not have to be perfect to be happy, the worst in life can coexist just fine. Horror is repulsive and exciting, not repulsive or exciting, it is both, it is everything. 

Okay, so ViX is streaming right now for free twenty-five of the original eighty-plus horror anthology episodes from the 80’s and, unfortunately for me, they did not include the single one episode that I remember liking, scratch that, obsessing over so much as a kid, alas, a low-resolution version of it was found on YouTube (below).

This is the moment when I tell you that it was sobering to rewatch “En Espera de la Noche” with a set of mature eyes and an educated (and evolved) horror perspective. Young Marath was terrified and captivated by the female Vampire, but current Marath is beyond mortified and quite literally laughing at it all. Oh, to be young and naïve… the memories are still precious though, and will cherish them forever. Cheers!

In Love and Fear,

—Marath

© 2016-2024

Horribly Poetic – CUANDO ACECHA LA MALDAD aka WHEN EVIL LURKS (2023)

Greetings from beautiful Los Angeles, hope you are doing well. There’s nothing new to report on my side of the world, other than life got its usual sparkle back now that the industry strikes are officially over and we can go back to making money art in Hollywood (gonna miss the free lunches at Bob’s Big Boy tho). Right, enough with the pleasantries, let’s jump into it.  

Just like you, I follow various horror enthusiasts with the sole purpose of broadening my taste within the genre. Sure, I listen to those with similar opinions to mine, but I really pay attention to those with whom I disagree; as a rule of thumb, the furthest you and I are in our enjoyment of the horror spectrum, the better the payoff for me, the better the surprise I get when I watch that which you claim to love. Right, so imagine my surprise when two of the horror people I highly respect, one who echoes my taste, and one who sure as f*ck does not, separately lauded the same indie movie they had watched in festivals (09/22/23 Austin Fantastic Fest, 10/01/23 Beyond Fest, respectively). The movie was called Cuando Acecha la Maldad aka When Evil Lurks (2023) and it was written and directed by Demian Rugna, the acclaimed Argentinean filmmaker who gave us Aterrados aka Terrified (2017). I was intrigued and desperately needed to watch the new film for myself, and soon. But soon could not come sooner. And so I waited. Waited until it was released in theaters near me.

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INT. SHERMAN OAKS GALLERIA – TWO WEEKS LATER – NOON 

Let me tell you a thing or two about the blessings of going to a movie matinee on opening day: no people around. That is it, actually, the best thing and the second-best thing about going to a matinee on opening day here in L.A. for an indie genre film is the fact that there is no people, period. So here I was at noon on a Friday (yes, PTO was requested in advance because I am that dedicated to horror in my real life) and, besides me being there, one other guy was in attendance as well. Sweet.

Now, so you understand the magnitude of my excitement and subsequent emotional reaction to the movie, you must know the context of that day. As it turned out, I was not only eager to finally watch that one new movie so highly recommended, the one that was unapologetically categorized as one of the best horror movies made in recent years, but I was also uncharacteristically stressed out due to recent personal life challenges and, brother, I was more than ready to escape reality for a couple of hours, to forget about my own problems and give my full attention to this horror gift, if you will. So, I walked into that movie theater full of hope for the—and let me be bold here—pretty much guaranteed great time I was about to have.

Wrong.

I ended up way more stressed out by the end of the movie and—shock, horror!—around the third act I even asked myself, Should I leave now and try to finish it when I am in a better headspace? But quickly answered back, No – what the hell are you thinking, Marath, just relax and enjoy the chaos! Now, if you have already watched When Evil Lurks, then you know [SPOILER] that even the freaking ending was like, WTF!? There was nowhere to run, no one had a way of escaping evil, there was no hope at all… in retrospect, the irony of my looking for comfort and refuge in the movie was, shall we say, horribly poetic? My problems (read: evil) are here and will be here with me, no matter what I do and no matter where I go, so I shall better not expose (read: infect) my loved ones with them. No. Use.

[NOTE: It is not lost in me that one of the big reasons why the movie had such a great impact was because I watched it on the big screen, in a technically empty room, surrounded, no, engulfed in darkness, literally and figuratively. Had I waited three more weeks until it was available online, I bet I would not have enjoyed it as much. And that, my dear horror friend, is the power of going to the cinema to experience movie making in full. ADDITIONAL NOTE: Still on the topic of going to the cinema to experience a movie in all its full glory, I have to point out that one of the first thoughts I verbalized in my mind as soon as the movie started was, Wow, this film feels like a real Hollywood movie, like The Shining or The Thing, don’t know what it is but it feels like a legacy movie, not a ready-made Netflix one. Anyway.]

When Evil Lurks is an Argentinean movie, thus Spanish was the spoken language. I speak Spanish, thus I got the privilege of experiencing the movie as it was supposed to be, although, I must admit that one of the main topics, that of possession, was talked about with words I had never heard being used in that context before, thus it took me a minute to realize that ‘encarnado’ (ingrown) and ‘embichado’ (full of bugs) were colloquialisms that meant possessed by an evil spirit, so once I got over that hump I was ready and good to go. Alright, let the ‘embichamiento’ begin!

**SPOILERS AHEAD**

Pedro was the main character of this enormous story happening in a small rural town. Pedro was a divorced father, living in the same house as his bachelor brother. Pedro was this unknown man but I could tell right away he was riddled by his bad decisions, clueless as to what he did (or did not do) to end up alone, wasting away in regret.

One night, the brothers heard something odd happening out in the distance, but decided not to risk it and wait until next morning to go investigate. What they found was an unraveling mystery, full of unimaginable pain, suffering, and violence. They were certainly not equipped to face any of that, let alone fix it. Evil was a feeling, a game, one that you must play smartly should you want to remain in it. This Evil, however, had no interest in playing by its own rules; animals, humans, men, women, children, they all were fair game when coming across it. But in reality, there was no game, there was no chance, Evil was going to win. Evil will win.

When Pedro and his brother tried to help the first ‘embichado’ they did it badly, you see, they blindly followed the exasperated orders of one of the land owners. They clumsily tried to dispose of that first victim, the one currently carrying Evil, as in, impregnated by it, but because they rushed the disposal, they actually lost the body, the morbidly swollen and infected body. It would have been sensible to say that here’s where their troubles began, but as we already established, their troubles had already begun, and they had already lost – at this point, they were just killing time by spreading Evil and making it kill everyone way faster. Evil will win.

Pedro, being the emotional and reckless person that he was, went to his ex-wife’s house to rescue her and their kids, but was obviously met with resistance by her new husband. Try to picture, if you will, the disturbing image of a naked Pedro, freaking out by his soiled clothes, barking orders that made no sense, scaring everyone, even the dog… so, long story short, everyone gets killed by Evil, but then brought back to life by Evil, but Pedro was still running away, not understanding that faith was already decided. Evil will win.

A demon-hunter lady eventually provided guidance as to how to properly fight against Evil, but, as you would expect it since we are dealing with Pedro here, he ruined the very skilled, very sophisticated plan mapped out by her due to his impatient nature and, bam, he gets her killed as well. 

With the plan ruined, and with the only capable person dead, Evil gave birth to itself. A little demon kid now walked the earth. Evil won.

So that was the movie – pretty bleak, no? Two things are for certain, When Evil Lurks is indeed one of the best horror movies made in recent years, and on top of that also showcases one of the now most memorable and disturbing moments in horror cinema, that of a possessed mother, walking at night on the side of the road in pitch-black darkness, while scooping with her bare hands the brains of her diseased child, eating them.

In Love and Fear,

—Marath

© 2016-2023