The Messiah of Evil
by Willard Huyck

Anyway, so, we start with one of the two voice over tracks we'll be hearing throughout. A woman running down the halls of what appears to be an asylum of some sort warning us about something...someone. This someone's appearance is going to bring death and destruction and there's nothing we can do to stop it. She's seen it before. Her use of the past-tense lets us know that the film proper shall be a flashback and that the fates of every character we meet are pretty much sealed. It all started when her father, an artist of some repute, stopped writing her a few weeks ago. He warned her not to follow, but daughters being daughters, she did. Her travels took her to a seaside town called Point Dune that Huyck and co-writer, director and spouse Gloria Katz never give a region in the country, but it's pretty apparently California. Anyway Point Dune became famous because of legend surrounding the town involving a blood red moon. People stopped moving there not too long ago and everyone you ask will tell you it's a dead town (they just don't know how right they are). On the way into town, Arletty (more brazenness from Huyck, naming his very plain star after one of the most legendary of French Actresses), stops at a mobil station at the same time as a big creepy guy in a red truck. The attendant (who is inexplicably shooting at a cactus with a revolver when we first see him) knows some shit is up when he sees that the bed of the truck has a pile of corpses in it, but decides to keep it to himself and insists rather rudely that our young heroine keep on driving. A short while later the attendant is killed by somebody we can't see beneath the belly of a car he had been working on.
Point Dune is a little like that town in Utah that Candice Hilligoss stays in in Carnival of Souls; it's deserted, spooky, and right on the water. Arletty goes to an art gallery where her father's work is being displayed and aside from a suitably creepy blind dealer and a good number of her dad's paintings on display, she finds nothing worth writing home about. She goes to the hotel room of someone her father mentioned in his last letter and finds a vagabond relating the contents of his dreams to a slick Michael Sarazin type named Thom and his two female sidekicks Toni and Laura. This being the 70s Toni's age is never alluded to; she could be as young as 14 and as old as 24. Laura is Thom's sometimes girlfriend if I'm reading their dialogue right. Thom plays aloof with Arletty and doesn't give much away. We'll learn that he's a sort of Lafcadio Hearn of small town America. He goes around collecting folk lore and weird tales like the one the old man shared with him. Before Thom shows up again, Arletty runs into the vagabond who delivers a cryptic warning, but our girl is having none of it. If she didn't leave when the gas station attendant told her to, a drunk raconteuring for alcohol to strangers isn't going to change her tune either.
The next morning Arletty gets a call from the police; they found her father (how do they know that she's staying in his house? O-O-O-O-OH!!) She goes to scene of the crime; seems he was building some structure on the beach, which I'd wager is a sacrificial alter of some kind, and it collapsed on him, killing him instantly. She goes home distraught and explains to Thom that it couldn't be her father; her father's hands were much smaller, they were the hands of an artist, you see. Thom sends Toni to the movies so Arletty can spill her guts to him and Toni has an even creepier evening than Laura did. In a scene consciously reminiscent of The Birds Toni sits in the theatre watching a trailer for Gone With The West with the theatre fills with pale folks with dead eyes. She only notices that she's the only warm body when two of them sit on either side of her. She gets up and tries to leave but the doors are locked from the outside. Goodnight, Toni.
Thom goes out that night and finds the streets full of the bloodthirsty undead; Arletty stays in and gets a visit from her father, who she had believed to be dead by this point. Dad explains that 100 years ago a stranger came out of the woods and explained that he was bringing with him that death and pestilence that Arletty mentioned in the opening voice over, and that he's coming back now to do the same, hence all the zombies. In one final move of conscious humanity, Dad tries to stop himself from killing his daughter, but can't really do it so she stabs him with a pair of sheet metal cutters and then sets him on fire. Thom shows up in time to try and save her from the hoards of the undead gathering on the roof. Once they escape Arletty has one more surprise in store for her.
Also in it's favor are strong performances from just about everyone. Michael Greer I like a lot in this because he starts off as one of those tremendously sleazy, immaculately dressed svengali types that haunt so many bad 70s films, but it's an act and the script knows it's an act. Thom sheds his layers as shit gets weirder and weirder until he's just a regular guy dealing with a situation much bigger than him. Huyck keeps him shady enough for the first half of the film to suggest he might be in on it, but he drops it coolly as the movie wears on. Elisha Cook Jr. as the crazy guy in the red truck is pretty mesmerizing. The sound of him biting into a rat is something I won't forget anytime soon. Huyck and Katz' screenplay was pretty thoughtful with it's characterization of everybody. Also, apparently Walter Hill is in here somewhere as an extra. The only thing I didn't really like was Marianna Hill's voice over that runs throughout - it's a little too dramatic and Barbara Steele-esque for a film this small. Oh, and speaking of small, Huyck and Katz do an impressive amount with very little. Future Oscar nominee Jack Fisk's art direction is flooring. The colors are pretty amazing, especially in the movie theatre when they accentuate the cold colors of everyone but Toni. Arletty's dad's apartment is painted so that it resembles some kind of expressionistic, post-modern mall and is decorated wildly. Every new thing that Arletty encounters (the blind art dealer, the vagabond, her dad's apartment) makes it harder to trust her surroundings and Point Dune soon becomes one of cinema's great ghost towns. This is a film that benefits from it's dreamlike atmosphere rather than suffering from it like A Virgin Among The Living Dead. In fact Messiah of Evil could have even been made in response to that film as it shares a plot structure (no, that doesn't mean that everything was just a dream!). The film's plot is similar to H.P. Lovecraft's The Shadow Over Innsmouth as well, but I tend to see Lovecraft everywhere these days.

The death scenes are handled really well. The scenes where Toni and Laura meet their makers are so superbly handled it's really a shame that more people haven't seen the movie. Like Hitchcock, Huyck does a lot with glances and silence. For example in both scenes there is no music other than what plays from the speakers in the grocery store and the movie theatre. Really great stuff. You could make a case for so many other films ripping this off, it's incredible. The whole notion of a town closing up when it gets dark so the dead can walk the streets? That's The Night of the Seagulls - nevermind that they both end on a day-for-night beach. I also love the ending which I believe is left purposely open ended, something I like but that others consider a weak spot. I like to think that when the Messiah finally shows up that he impregnates Marianna, cause why else would the word sacrifice be used, other than for her to be the prophet of his next appearance, like her father was before her. There are other little things that people chalk up to poor scripting that I chalk up to average open-portal-to-hell behavior, to borrow a phrase. The strange things that confront our heroes are stylish and creepy enough that I think a hack like Lucio Fulci could have easily found inspiration here. He may have had better cinematography and scarier zombies, but he didn't have the better film. The Messiah of Evil may not be a forgotten classic but it's better than just about all of it's peers and is most definitely worth a look. Ok, I'll say it: It's a forgotten classic and it's the best trippy zombie film ever made.
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