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Cult Film Review: The Cremator (1969) – Buddhism, Fascism, and Psychopathy of the Soul!

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Cult Film Review: The Cremator (1969)

Directed by Juraj Herz

Written by Ladislav Fuks & Juraj Herz

Produced by Ladislav Hanuš

Main cast: Rudolf Hrušínský, Vlasta Chramostová, Jana Stehnová, Miloš Vognič, etc.

Cinematography by Stanislav Milota

Music by Zdeněk Liška

Few films feel as spiritually diseased as The Cremator (1969). Directed by Juraj Herz at the height of the Czech New Wave, the film is not simply a horror story about fascism or madness — it is a suffocating psychological descent into moral annihilation. Released in 1969, shortly after the crushing of the Prague Spring, the film arrived like a nightmare smuggled out of a collapsing world.

At first glance, The Cremator (1969) appears grotesque, even absurd. Its protagonist, Karl Kopfrkingl, is a Prague crematorium worker obsessed with death, cleanliness, Tibetan mysticism, and social respectability. But as the film unfolds, its black comedy slowly curdles into something far more terrifying: an anatomy of how spiritual emptiness and ideological seduction can fuse into psychopathy.

Set during the backdrop of the political radicalization of Europe during the 1930s, and the installation of the Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia under Hitler’s Germany in 1939, the events become a startling microcosm of the Nazi onslaught against humanity. The film’s power lies not only in its themes, but in the unnerving collision of performance, photography, editing, and tone. It is funny, horrifying, philosophical, and surreal all at once — a cinematic experience unlike almost anything else.

At the centre of the film is the extraordinary performance by Rudolf Hrušínský. His portrayal of Karl Kopfrkingl may be one of the greatest performances in horror cinema, precisely because he never behaves like a conventional villain. Kopfrkingl is soft-spoken, polite, articulate, even charming. He speaks in comforting aphorisms and philosophical musings. He adores his wife. He dotes on his children. He smiles constantly. Yet every sentence he utters feels faintly poisoned.

Hrušínský plays the character with such eerie serenity that the horror emerges not through aggression, but through calmness. He embodies a man who has entirely dissolved the boundary between compassion and cruelty. When Kopfrkingl speaks about cremation “liberating souls from suffering,” he genuinely believes himself to be merciful. That conviction is what makes him terrifying. The performance captures a specific kind of psychopathy rarely depicted on screen: not the explosive violence of rage, but the bureaucratic psychopathy of moral detachment. Kopfrkingl is capable of atrocity because he has transformed murder into an abstraction. He speaks of death with the same pleasant tone one might use to discuss gardening or architecture.

In this sense, the film becomes a chilling study of fascism’s psychological appeal. Fascism in The Cremator (1969) is not introduced through screaming speeches or military spectacle. It arrives through vanity, social aspiration, pseudo-spiritual rhetoric, and the desire to belong to something “pure.”

One of the film’s most unsettling dimensions is its use of Buddhist imagery and philosophy. Kopfrkingl constantly references the Tibetan Book of the Dead, reincarnation, liberation from suffering, and transcendence. Yet the film presents these ideas not as genuine spirituality, but as corrupted fragments filtered through narcissism and delusion. Real Buddhist philosophy emphasizes compassion, ego dissolution, and liberation from suffering through awareness. Kopfrkingl instead weaponizes spiritual language to avoid confronting guilt or empathy. He uses metaphysics to anesthetize morality.

Unlike many anti-fascist films, The Cremator (1969) does not portray Nazism as an external force invading society. Instead, fascism emerges as something already latent within ordinary life. Kopfrkingl is primed for it long before political ideology fully enters the narrative. He is obsessed with order, status, beauty, ritual, and cleanliness. He fears impurity. He wants social advancement. He craves meaning. Nazism merely gives structure to impulses already present within him.

The crematorium itself becomes the perfect metaphor for industrialized fascism. It is clean, efficient, mechanical, and emotionally sterile. Bodies move through the system with ritualistic precision. Death becomes administration. Kopfrkingl thrives in this environment because it allows him to feel spiritually important while remaining emotionally absent.

Visually, The Cremator (1969) is astonishing. Its black-and-white cinematography feels simultaneously elegant and diseased, full of warped close-ups, fisheye distortions, drifting shadows, and claustrophobic compositions. Faces loom unnaturally close to the camera. Rooms seem to bend inward. Mirrors fracture identity. The world feels unstable even before the narrative fully collapses into horror.

The editing in The Cremator may be its most radical achievement. The film’s montage structure constantly fractures time, space, and emotional continuity. At times, the film feels like it is edited according to subconscious logic rather than narrative logic. This creates a sensation of spiritual suffocation. The viewer experiences Kopfrkingl’s psychological fragmentation from the inside as he begins his reign of murder. The film itself begins to think like its protagonist. What is remarkable is how modern the editing still feels. The film doesn’t simply tell a story about insanity — it formally reproduces insanity.

Perhaps the film’s greatest achievement is its impossible tonal balance. The Cremator (1969) is genuinely funny. Kopfrkingl’s pompous speeches, obsessive vanity, and bizarre philosophical tangents often border on absurdist comedy. Some scenes play like dark satire, exposing the ridiculousness of authoritarian self-importance. And yet the laughter quickly becomes uncomfortable. This fusion of horror, drama, and comedy is what makes the film feel so original. Most horror films separate terror from satire. The Cremator (1969) understands that the truly grotesque often contains both simultaneously. The result is a film that feels spiritually corrosive in the best possible way — a nightmare that smiles while it strangles you.

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Horror Cinema Reviews: Hokum (2026) and Obsession (2026) – a double-bill of modern film terror not for the faint-hearted!

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Cinema Reviews: Hokum (2026) and Obsession (2025)

It is a testament to the continued popularity and money-making ability of the horror genre that it is now receiving prime release dates throughout the year at the multiplex cinemas. While Halloween is a favoured release period for horror films at the cinema, as well as the many streaming platforms, the genre is now a staple of the spring and summer schedules. Two films released within a week of each other, namely, Hokum (2026) and Obsession (2025). While both films differ in themes, it kind of made sense to offer a dual review.

*** MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS ***

Hokum (2026)

Directed and written by Damian McCarthy

Main cast: Adam Scott, Florence Ordesh, Peter Coonan, David Wilmot
& Michael Patric

Damian McCarthy’s previous film Oddity (2024) was a genuinely unnerving mix of ghostly, vengeful and creepy doll manifestations. While drawing on familiar horror elements it felt fresh and is definitely recommended. McCarthy’s new film, Hokum (2026) is similarly unsettling and slow burn in approach, however, the narrative elements are far more recognizable. Indeed, Adam Scott is Ohm Bauman, a grizzled and successful writer suffering from creative block. So-far-so-Stephen-King. In an attempt to break his inertia he takes a trip to rural Ireland to lay-to-rest his parents ashes, while also dealing with a festering childhood trauma.

The blocked writer overcoming grief and trauma within the ghostly trap of an old building, in this instance a hotel, has been done many times before. Yet, Damian McCarthy is an ultra-talented director and he creates atmosphere, startling images, shivering scares and a pervading sense of dread throughout. The main issue I had was Scott’s Ohm is unlikeable and I did not really care if he lived or died. I cared even less that he finished the novel he was working on. The most empathetic character, Fiona, meets an early demise becoming a plot point and victim, despite Florence Ordesh’s memorable screen presence. Overall, Hokum (2026) contains some fantastic visuals and chilling moments despite not wholly reconciling the themes of grief, ghosts, witches, toxic masculinity, guilt, trauma, murder and nefarious hotel staff.

Mark: 7.5 out of 11

Obsession (2025)

Directed, written and edited by Curry Barker

Main cast: Michael Johnston, Inde Navarrette, Cooper Tomlinson, Megan Lawless & Andy Richter

Another horror film and another ultimately unsympathetic male protagonist where late-twentysomething, Bear (Michael Johnston), finds himself deservedly terrorised by a primal and horrific cycle of events. Unlike the confident, Ohm from Hokum, Bear is a low-self-esteem-Beta-male who is obsessed with, but “friend-zoned” by his work colleague, Nikki. Unfortunately he is so crippled by shyness he cannot ask her on a date for fear of rejection. When Bear desperately makes a wish using a “One Wish Willow”, (monkey paw equivalent), his desire for Nikki to “love him more than anything in the world” completely backfires as she succumbs entirely and frighteningly to the wish. While I empathised with such romantic anxiety it’s incredibly painful to watch.

But that is Curry Barker’s thing! He is committed to creating as many awkward, sickening and shocking moments as possible. He takes this horror / gag set-up and runs the plays ensuring the conceit gets sicker and sicker with each scene. Using Inde Navarrette’s phenomenally psychotic performance, gross bodily outpourings, satanic smiles, and severe moments of self-harm Barker delivers terror of the highest order. His use of shadowed figures, head-smashing violence and sound effects especially created a heady mix of nervous laughter and palpable tension. My main criticism is that many scenes were TOO dark and I could not see the characters. Yeah, I know I this was deliberate but it’s a recent lighting style many cinematographers choose that I really dislike.

Zach Cregger, the Philippou brothers and now Curry Barker have moved from short film, sketch, viral video and comedy content to the horror genre with incredible success. Sudden shocks, surprises, and powerful punchlines work brilliantly for both comedy and horror although, of the three, the Philippou brothers have delivered the more emotionally resonant films compared to Cregger and now, Barker. Still, Barker’s propensity for sickening gore and humour is to be admired. Further, the true horror is in Barker’s exploration of toxic masculinity and the desire to trap femininity. The place where Nikki’s consciousness was imprisoned is where the resonant evil of Obsession (2025) truly remains.

Mark: 8.5 out of 11

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Classic Film Reviews: Sorcerer (1977)

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Directed by William Friedkin

Screenplay by Walon Green – Based on The Wages of Fear (1950 novel) by Georges Arnaud

Produced by William Friedkin

Main cast: Roy Scheider, Bruno Cremer, Francisco Rabal, Amidou, Ramon Bieri, etc.

Cinematography by John M. Stephens & Dick Bush

Music by Tangerine Dream

*** MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS ***

I love The Wages of Fear (1953). It is one of my favourite films of all time. I have reviewed it here. Yet, for years I had never seen William Friedkin’s adaptation of the same 1950 novel, titled, Sorcerer (1977), but thankfully it was screened on Film Four a few years ago, so finally caught up with it. Even better, during the first May Bank Holiday this year it was screened at the Prince Charles Cinema in central London. Amidst a packed crowd I marvelled in the crazed and majestic vision of Friedkin’s filmic adaptation.

Sorcerer (1977) represents one of the clearest examples of how a major studio film can become both a catastrophic commercial failure and, decades later, a revered cult masterpiece. Friedkin, who was at the height of his directorial power, unfortunately did not receive the deserved commercial or critical response during its release and the film disappeared from public view for years. A major reason for the film bombing is it ran directly into the release of Star Wars (1977).

Audiences suddenly wanted escapist fantasy, optimism, and spectacle. Sorcerer (1977) offered the exact opposite: bleak existentialism, sweaty paranoia, moral ambiguity, long stretches of tension and despair and no traditional heroes. Further, audiences were confused by the title, which sounded supernatural even though the film has nothing to do with magic. Many viewers assumed it was a horror or fantasy film and mixed initial reviews, a slow, demanding pace and the film’s nihilistic tone did not help.

The narrative is tension personified. Four desperate fugitives are handed what is essentially a suicide mission: drive two battered, barely functioning trucks 218 miles through a brutal Latin American jungle, carrying crates of decaying dynamite so unstable that every pothole, every jolt, every wrong move could ignite the sweating nitroglycerin inside and annihilate them instantly. The road is collapsing beneath them, the jungle is unforgiving, and death is riding in the back seat with every mile. This premise gave rise a series of double-crossing plot events and incredible action set-pieces, notably the crumbling bridge scene where you can virtually feel the stormy weather on your face while watching.

As such — the trucks crossing a collapsing rope bridge during a storm — became one of the hardest sequences ever filmed at the time. Friedkin refused miniatures or obvious effects work. The crew built a full suspension bridge over a real river in the Dominican Republic. Then the river dried up. They had to abandon the location, search for another river, rebuild portions of the bridge, and engineer artificial rain systems powerful enough to create a storm effect. Due to this and crew members falling ill in the tropical conditions, the production went over schedule and over budget.

The drama after release did not end. Sorcerer (1977) became trapped in rights issues and studio neglect where quality prints were difficult to find and television broadcasts were rare. Friedkin himself even left a comment on a DVD copy on sale on Amazon saying “DO NOT BUY THIS!” Thankfully a fully restored Blu Ray version was released in 2014 and The Criterion Collection released Sorcerer (1977) on Blu-ray and Ultra HD Blu-ray in June 2025. Thus, the story behind the film mirrors the narrative itself with obsessive men undertaking an impossible task, pushing beyond reasonable limits, suffering incredible stress and barely surviving the journey.

At the time, Hollywood treated Sorcerer (1977) as evidence that the auteur era had gone too far. In retrospect, many see it as one of the last uncompromising masterpieces before blockbuster logic transformed the industry permanently. Lastly, while the characters are all anti-heroic and difficult to root for in Sorcerer (1977), the sheer brilliance of the practical effects, epic Tangerine Dream soundtrack, nerve-shredding editing, stunning cinematography and insane effort make this one of the most suspenseful and incredible action films of all time.

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Films that Got Away #18 – Star 80 (1983)

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Films that Got Away #18 – Star 80 (1983)

Directed by Bob Fosse

Written by Bob Fosse – Based on Village Voice article, “Death of a Playmate” by Teresa Carpenter

Produced by Wolfgang Glattes & Kenneth Utt

Main cast: Mariel Hemingway, Eric Roberts, Cliff Robertson, Carroll Baker, Roger Rees, David Clennon, etc.

Cinematography by Sven Nykvist

*** CONTAINS SPOILERS ***

Bob Fosse remains one of the most singular figures in American entertainment — a director and choreographer whose style fused seduction, cynicism, theatrical precision, and emotional exhaustion into something instantly recognizable. Emerging from Broadway before conquering Hollywood, Fosse developed a visual language built around angular movements, tilted hats, snapping fingers, smoky jazz-club sensuality, and a relentless awareness of performance as both liberation and self-destruction.

Films like Cabaret (1972), Lenny (1974), and especially All That Jazz (1979) transformed the movie musical into something darker and psychologically raw, stripping away optimism in favour of obsession, ego, mortality, and the corrosive cost of show business. His influence can still be felt across modern cinema, music videos, and stage choreography, from contemporary Broadway revivals to filmmakers drawn to stylized performance and fractured antiheroes.

His final film, Star 80 (1983), stands as perhaps the bleakest expression of that worldview. Based on the true-crime murder of Playboy model Dorothy Stratten by her estranged husband Paul Snider, the film abandons glamour almost entirely in favour of a grim examination of exploitation, fame, misogyny, and possessive violence. Despite strong performances and critical admiration over the years, Star 80 remains comparatively difficult to encounter on television or major streaming platforms, partly because of the film’s emotionally punishing tone and its frank, lascivious depiction of the exploitation surrounding Stratten’s rise and death.

Unlike nostalgic Hollywood biographies that soften tragedy into inspiration, Fosse offers no comforting catharsis. The film ends not with redemption, but with the crushing inevitability of a young woman destroyed by the appetites of the men around her. That uncompromising darkness has contributed to the film’s lingering reputation as both a major work and an uncomfortable one — admired more often than it is revisited. So, thanks to the Nickel Cinema in London for screening this dark 1970’s based cult classic.

In Star 80 (1983), Mariel Hemingway gives an emotionally vulnerable performance of as Dorothy Stratten. Hemingway captures Stratten not as a caricature of Playboy fantasy, but as a genuinely sweet, almost painfully open young woman whose natural beauty and modest charm made her seem like the quintessential girl-next-door suddenly thrust into the machinery of adult celebrity. There is an innocence in Hemingway’s performance that never feels naïve or artificial; she understands Dorothy as someone eager to please, hungry for affection, and slowly awakening to her own independence just as the forces around her become more dangerous. Fosse frames her as both radiant and tragically exposed — a woman transformed into an object of desire by an industry that sees glamour as currency and vulnerability as weakness.

Opposite her, Eric Roberts delivers a frighteningly intense performance as Paul Snider, one that avoids simple imitation in favour of total embodiment. Roberts plays Snider as a man consumed by insecurity, narcissism, and desperate possessiveness, turning toxic masculinity into something sweaty, twitching, and deeply pathetic. He is not charismatic in the conventional movie sense; instead, Roberts makes him volatile and emotionally ravenous, a man whose entire identity depends on controlling the woman he helped “discover.” The performance becomes increasingly difficult to watch because of how recognizable the psychology feels — jealousy mutating into resentment, then humiliation, then violence.

Fosse refuses to sensationalize that descent in Star 80 (1983). The naked glamour of the Playboy world, the pornographic undercurrent of the entertainment industry, and the seductive surfaces of Los Angeles all become drenched in sordid, emotional decay. There is nudity and a sense of exploitative lingering on the feminine form, but there is understandable context. Cliff Robertson’s appearance as Hugh Hefner is not simply a caricature, but rather a caring, avuncular figure, despite building an empire out of, arguably, the exploitation of women. Further, Aram Nicholas (a thinly veiled, Peter Bogdanovich ) is a film director who tries to make Dorothy Stratten a movie star, but begins an affair too, sending Snider over the edge. Thus Stratten’s body and soul pinballs between these dominating men.

Overall, Star 80 (1983) lingers long after it ends. Fosse, Hemingway, Roberts and Sven Nykist’s cinematography contribute memorable work. Beneath its glossy imagery lies an overwhelming feeling of bleakness — the sense that every flashbulb, every photo shoot, and every promise of fame is shadowed by exploitation, stolen innocence, and inevitable tragedy.