Though made cheaply, hurriedly shot, and reliant on the well-worn genre
tropes, The Sorcerers, Michael Reeves' British directorial feature debut, is a
distinctive and memorably visceral piece of horror cinema.
Co-written by Reeves and author Tom Baker (a partnership revived on the
following year's Witchfinder General), The Sorcerers drew strongly upon the
established screen persona of its elderly star, horror legend Boris Karloff.
Film fanatic Reeves had met the actor by chance on a trip to Spain; his
enthusiasm and love of cinema convinced Karloff to take the part.
Building upon countless previous 'mad scientist' roles, The Sorcerers sees
Karloff as the inventor of a bizarre hypnosis machine (apparently little more
than a chair, a slide projector and a pair of headphones), enabling him to
control and vicariously experience the activities and sensations of his subject,
Mike, a bored young man about town. Following Karloff's objections to his
character's sinister role in the original script, rewrites saw the development
of Catherine Lacey role as his manipulative wife, Estelle, and it is Estelle's
mounting malevolence - especially her encouragement of Mike's brutal violence
towards women - that gives the film its unusual power. Karloff, obviously more
comfortable essaying the unheard voice of scientific conscience, performs with
customary gravitas.
Also lifting the film out of the ordinary is Reeves' seemingly effortless
directorial grasp and exploitation of the visual grammar of cinema, complemented
by the gritty clarity of Stanley Long's photography, which gives the numerous
London street scenes an almost documentary look. With the powerful brutality of
the film's violent scenes, the myth of swinging sixties London is thrown into
(literally) sharp relief. Murders and fights look incredibly painful - a tussle
in an antiques shop sees the combatants rolling in broken glass, smashed
crockery and shards of broken shellac records - and Reeves' hip young swingers,
though apparently searching for a good time, don't seem to know where to find it
- unable to sit still, they sweat, fidget in greasy Wimpy bars, fight, bleed,
and get their expensive mod clothes covered in oil.
Produced by Tony Tenser's Tigon company, The Sorcerers found some critical favour, and did reasonably well at the box office. Always the businessman,
Tenser commented: "like sex, everyone understands and wants to see a horror
film." If this suggests that Tenser undervalued Reeves' talent, his actions tell
a different story: even before post-production was complete, he offered the young director a five-year contract.
Vic Pratt
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