I’m not sure what a sociologist would make of it, but the '70s (that post- hippie “Me” decade of Watergate, the energy crisis, and the
close of the Vietnam War) seems to have spawned more than its share of movies
and novels about malevolent domiciles.
The Amityville Horror (1979),
The Sentinel (1977), and
The Shining
(1980) are all films based on popular '70s horror-fiction novels that sought to
update the traditional haunted house story.
Burnt Offerings,
Robert Marasco’s 1973 novel chronicling the gradual dissolution and ultimate destruction
of a family after they take up temporary residence in a large house possessed
of a deadly supernatural force, predates Stephen King’s similarly-themed The Shining by four years. I read Burnt Offerings back in 1975, as soon as
I’d heard that it was to be adapted into a motion picture reuniting Karen Black
with Dan Curtis, the director of the popular TV-movie, Trilogy of Terror (1975).
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"There's no such thing as fun for the whole family" - Jerry Seinfeld |
The involvement of Dan Curtis—the man behind the long-running
Gothic TV soap-opera
Dark Shadows,
and
a TV-based director/producer who never met a horror-cliché he didn’t like—was considerably
less promising to me than the possibilities presented by the top-drawer cast
assembled (always such a rarity in horror films). Karen Black, red-hot at the
time, was cast as the wife; Ken Russell alumni Oliver Reed, fresh from the
success of
Tommy (1975), was the
husband, and veteran star Bette Davis was rescued from TV-movie hell to bring
her
What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?
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Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte
scream-queen gravitas to the small role of Aunt Elizabeth. Rounding out the intriguing cast were Oscar-winner Eileen Heckart and indefatigable hambone
Burgess Meredith as the eccentric owners of the parasitic (vampiric?) summer rental at the center
of the story.
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Karen Black as Marian Rolf |
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Oliver Reed as Benjamin Rolf |
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Bette Davis as Aunt Elizabeth |
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Lee H. Montgomery as Davy Rolf |
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Eileen Heckart as Roz Allardyce |
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Burgess Meredith as Arnold Allardyce |
On its release, I was happy to find
Burnt Offerings to be a serious-minded,
slavishly faithful adaptation of the book (with the exception of a more
cinematic, crowd-pleasing ending) that avoided the usual post-
Exorcist bombast and instead concentrated on
mood and atmosphere. It's one of those rare films that can give you a good, solid scare when you watch it alone, yet provide plenty of unintentional laughs when you watch it with friends. Contemporary audiences are likely to find the film predictable, slow, over-reliant on tried-and-true clichés (there should be a moratorium on rainstorms in haunted house
movies), and hampered by the kind of empty ambiguity that often signals poor storytelling. But those who saw
Burnt
Offerings when they were very young (the film was rated PG) or before
The Shining and the
Amityville series drove the genre into redundancy, tend to recall the
film with the most fondness today.
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The Face That Launched a Thousand Bad Dreams
Few knew the name of the ghoulishly grinning chauffeur (Anthony James) but no one ever forgot the face.
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A film critic once compared the horror genre to pornography (a '70s film critic...long before the genre's decline and the arrival of those wretched "torture porn" movies) making the point that no matter the flaws, porn films work if you find them exciting, and horror films work if they are scary. Is Burnt Offerings scary? Had I seen it as a ten-year-old, I would say most emphatically yes. Seeing it as an adult, I can't say it scared me so much as it entertained me in a way that encouraged my suspension of disbelief to just sit back and have fun with it all. Perhaps it's due to Curtis having developed his "style" from years working in television, but the PG-rated Burnt Offerings feels less like a feature film and more like an expanded episode of the TV show Night Gallery (a program Curtis criticized for its poor writing). Burnt Offerings is more a well-told mood piece than a good scary movie. (Perhaps the scariest and most unsettling thing is how this family considers it a "vacation" to spend their entire summer working harder than most people do all year. Even before the house starts acting up, all they do is clean!) However, ask someone who saw Burnt Offerings as a kid and they'll tell you it was the scariest film they ever saw...the stuff of nightmares.
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Karen Black discovers that a long-neglected greenhouse has blossomed overnight |
WHAT I LOVE ABOUT
THIS FILM
One of my favorite things about Modern Gothic is when the horror is portrayed as an external manifestation of some form of inner
turmoil in the characters. As in
The Shining (and more
successfully, if in a slightly different vein, Ira Levin’s
Rosemary’s Baby),
Burnt
Offerings nicely grafts familial dysfunction onto the conventions of the haunted house genre to create an eerie sense of tension both supernatural and psychological. When one really watches how the Rolf family interacts, it's easy to imagine that perhaps the "right people" the Allardyces seek for the house are ones living under a pressure cooker of repressed frustrations and barely constrained hostilities.
From the very first moments we meet the Rolfs, one gets a
sense that all is not exactly well with this family. Pragmatic Ben and over-ardent
Marian don’t really EVER see eye to eye before things begin to rapidly go awry
between them. What is made explicit in the book (her domestic dissatisfaction,
his creeping fear of mental illness) is only hinted at in the film, but the keen
performances by Oliver Reed and Karen Black shore up the sense that the house doesn't really change these people, it merely amplifies that which is already there.
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Unseen Terror |
PERFORMANCES
Always one of my favorites, screen legend Karen Black may
not have been able to sustain the kind of career she once had at the peak of her '70s popularity (the partial blame
for which she subtly lays at the feet of
Burnt
Offerings director Dan Curtis in the comically discombobulated DVD
commentary for this film), but there are few actresses who can boast of having
starred or appeared in as many films that have gone on to attain classic or
cult status.
Black’s boom years were 1974 to 1976, a period in which it was near-impossible
to avoid her on the big screen or television (her performance of Big Mama Thornton's “Hound Dog” on
The Tonight Show is burned in my
brain to this day). The uniquely
glamorous, off-beat, unofficial face of The New Hollywood, the ubiquitous Karen
Black appeared in a staggering 10 feature films and TV-movies in these three
years, among them, some of the biggest and most high-profile releases of the
era:
The Great Gatsby (1974),
The Day of the Locust (1975),
Nashville
(1975), and
Family Plot (1976). And
of course, one cannot forget
Airport 1975,
a film so iconically silly that the line of dialogue “
The Stewardess is Flying the Plane!” was made into the title of a
book about films of the 1970s.
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Bring on the Crazy
The eminently watchable Karen Black is the main reason I love this film. Even when her performance veers into the eccentric (and let's face it, they always do), she is so obviously coming from a perceived place of truth for her character that she wins you over through sheer conviction. |
THE STUFF OF FANTASY
The central gimmick of Burnt
Offerings is that the house renews and repairs itself with every injury, drop
of blood, or instance of physical or spiritual decline it can extract from its
inhabitants. Dan Curtis’ television-trained penchant for close-ups and tight
framing robs the film of the kind of visual scope necessary to make the scenes
of spontaneous regeneration really pay off, but his claustrophobic eye is well
suited to building a sense of dread out of a million little isolated details. Not all of them followed through with or given a payoff.
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A history of violence is suggested by the discovery of a vintage pair of eyeglasses with a discomforting hole through the center of one lens. |
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Things That Make You Go Hmmm
Oliver Reed reacts to discovering all the clocks in the house have miraculously wound themselves
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THE STUFF OF DREAMS
Because I so enjoy a good scare at the movies, I’m almost
ridiculously willing to suspend my disbelief if it better ensures a solid
payoff at the conclusion. On that point Burnt Offerings delivers mightily; it has a great final act. But a movie has to work with me. I can
accept the most outlandish plot machinations if a character's actions and motivations follow even
a marginally identifiable pattern of a recognizable human behavior. As soon as
characters go off doing patently stupid things just to advance the plot, well,
then you lose me.
To its credit, Burnt Offerings plays
it smart most of the time. For example: to better counterbalance the swift susceptibility
of the Karen Black character (who is sympathetic, if ultimately hard to relate to)
and get the plot moving despite everything about the initial setup screaming, “Don’t
rent that house!”, Oliver Reed’s dialog mostly has him giving voice to every
doubt the audience is thinking. This is a great device that subtly pulls you in with presuming that if a character at least acknowledges something smells fishy, you're more likely to stick it out when they inevitably start disregarding common sense and doing all the wrong things.
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Slightly annoying son Davy proves to be something of a disaster divining rod when it comes to who's to be the target of several "attacks" by the house in its attempts to destroy the Rolf family |
Burnt Offerings is not a great horror film, but it's a good one that I enjoy rewatching a great deal. Not scary so much as eerie,
Burnt Offerings plays like a supernatural parable on the risks of being controlled by one's possessions. Anyone who's ever owned a car, a home, or property can relate to feeling at times as if repairs, taxes, upkeep...the whole desire to acquire things.... can easily dominate one's life. That one is living one's life at the will and behest of the things we sought to possess, but which ultimately come to possess us.
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The mysterious photograph collection of vaguely startled looking people |
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The Dunsmuir Estate in the Oakland Hills (near my parent's house!) was used for the Allardyce mansion. It looks considerably less creepy now. |
BONUS MATERIAL
Oh, and as for my Karen Black obsession: in spite of her having filmed Burnt Offerings near my family's house in Oakland, and the previous year filming Hitchcock's Family Plot in San Francisco where I attended college, I never once made the effort to catch sight of her on location. Thirty years later, in Los Angeles in 2007, I finally had the opportunity to meet the object of my teen fascination when I went to see her in her self-penned musical play Missouri Waltz. When it came time for the post-performance meet and greet in the lobby, she was a real sweetheart, and I was near speechless. But boy, you should have seen her face when someone held out a poster of The Day of the Locust for her to sign (not her favorite movie), it was like one of those looks she shoots Oliver Reed when she has to rescue him from the attacking vines!
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