THE HAUNTING (1963)

by Miguel E. Rodriguez

DIRECTOR: Robert Wise
CAST: Julie Harris, Claire Bloom, Richard Johnson, Russ Tamblyn, Lois Maxwell
MY RATING: 7/10
ROTTEN TOMATOMETER: 87% Certified Fresh

PLOT: A paranormal researcher assembles a motley crew of assistants to spend a night or two inside a gothic manor estate to prove whether it’s truly haunted or not.


If I had seen The Haunting when I was a bit younger, I might have told everyone I knew that this was the scariest movie I had ever seen…if I had not already seen The Shining, Alien, and Jaws, to name a few.  As it is, the short version of my opinion is that, while director Robert Wise successfully creates a genuinely creepy atmosphere in and around Hill House, I was only rarely truly scared.  (That first scene with the pounding noises outside the door was very effective.)  I’m not saying The Haunting isn’t worth watching, though.  It’s a giant step forward in the haunted house movie, bringing artistic and cerebral respectability to a cheesy sub-genre.

(It’s a credit to how effective it was in its day that Walt Disney’s imagineers cribbed several ideas from the film for the Haunted Mansion attractions in Orlando and California, most notably the bending or “breathing” doorway.)

The Haunting is, like most horror films, an ensemble piece with one clear leading role.  In this case, it’s Eleanor Lance (Julie Harris), a flighty, nervous woman with an unhappy home life.  She received an invitation from a paranormal specialist, Dr. Markway (Richard Johnson), to spend the night in a famously creepy mansion, Hill House.  Joining them will be Theodora (Claire Bloom), who can apparently read minds, although not much is done with that plot thread; and Luke Sannerson (Russ Tamblyn), an insouciant young man who possibly stands to inherit Hill House for his own.

Hill House itself, like the Overlook Hotel, becomes a character of its own, even more so.  A quick prologue tells us all we need to know: every previous resident of Hill House has come to a sticky end one way or another, from runaway horse carriages to a disturbing suicide by hanging.  Director Wise used a ton of stylistic choices for the interior of Hill House.  Wide-angle lenses, images that are “stretched” too far, tilts, extreme close-ups…everything combines to give the house itself an identity beyond its name.

This is all well and good, extremely well-done.  But the sinister mood of the place is occasionally derailed by the overacting on display, as well as some overly cheesy dialogue.  I can see how a lot of these things would work on paper (in fact, the movie is based on a famous story by Shirley Jackson [The Lottery]), but when it comes to the execution, there are a lot of dialogue scenes that feel ripe for parody by those guys from Rifftrax.

For me, when I watched it, I adopted a kind of “take-the-bad-with-the-good” attitude.  I marveled at the superb imagery and expert evocation of tension and terror, but when the characters opened their mouths to talk, I paid a little less attention.  I was especially taken aback by Eleanor’s occasional fit of hysterics, which is all in character, but sometimes it felt like just a little too much.

Am I being too hard on a haunted house film from over sixty years ago?  I’m willing to concede that possibility.  But I want to make clear how much I admire the production design of Hill House itself, and how effective are the scares that do work.  Much like some earlier horror films (and more than a few later ones), the chills are a direct result of what we don’t see.  We hear the sounds and see doorknobs turning, but we never see who or what is doing it.  Do it right, and it saves quite a lot of money in the budget while still delivering great fright value.

IMDb states that Robert Wise took quite a bit of inspiration from one of his heroes, Val Lewton, producer of low-budget horror classics like Cat People and I Walked with a Zombie, movies that cut corners, not for artistic reasons, but because they HAD to, and the results were more effective than they would have been with a bigger budget.  Wise took that method and ran with it, creating a movie that may be cheesy at times, but its influence can be clearly felt in any modern horror movie in which things go bump in the night.

WEST SIDE STORY (1961)

By Marc S. Sanders

The musical answer to Romeo & Juliet will always remain as one of my favorites.

West Side Story crackles with energy as soon as the 6 minute overture begins and segues into overhead shots of New York City accompanied by its frequent whistle calls. Then it zooms in for something new, fresh, and eye popping; precise choreography from Jerome Robbins to represent street fighting by means of heart racing ballet. You simply can’t take your eyes off the screen.

Young love and pride carry Robbins’ film with partnered direction from Robert Wise. It’s sadly amazing that the prejudices that shape the story are arguably more evident and profound nearly 60 years later. Tony & Maria must never be together. Change the names today, and the logic behind the societal law will often mirror the reasoning found in the film.

Am I focusing too much on that message though? There’s so much to cherish in West Side Story. A film that boasts numbers like “America,” “I Feel Pretty,” “Tonight,” “Stay Cool Boy,” “When You’re A Jet,” “Maria,” and my favorite “Officer Krupke.” It does not get much better than this.

The dancing lunges at the camera. The dialogue may be dated, yeah, but the cast is so genuine to the setting (even if Natalie Wood is lip syncing her songs).

Steven Spielberg has remade the film, to be released in December, 2021. I’ll go see it, sure. Yet I don’t believe it’ll compare to the original 1961 winner for Best Picture as well as the other 9 Oscars it was recognized for.

Go back and catch up with West Side Story. It should be seen by anyone who ever wanted to watch a great film.