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HALLOWEEN and the Ghostly Tales of Paradise Heights

10/31/2014

GHOSTS: Artwork by Joe O'Byrne

HAPPY HALLOWEEN (Blood Red Font for this update) to one and all. A night for ghosts, goblins and trick or treat and of course a chance to see the Tales from Paradise Heights Halloween Short - THE WATCHER. Fans of the series of tales here will know that Paradise Heights is a haunted landscape, most of the tales have had at least a hint of the supernatural about them, in some cases more than a hint. This theme will continue.

THE WATCHER and the play RANK were both set on Halloween and indeed dovetail into each other, stories coming from the estates taxi rank, LUCKY CABS. You can find out more about both of these tales at the links below:

RANK: A Tale from Paradise Heights
http://www.talesfromparadiseheights.com/rank.html

THE WATCHER: A Tale from Paradise Heights
http://www.talesfromparadiseheights.com/the-watcher.html

Of course, THE WATCHER is a ghost story. The play DIANE'S DELI http://www.talesfromparadiseheights.com/dianes-deli.html is also in essence, a ghost story. The theme song written especially for the play is also a ghost story of its own if you listen to the lyrics, the song is on the link to the video to the song below. Think we're getting a theme here?

Continuing this ghostly theme, various radio clips were created for the play RANK, transmitting from Paradise Radio, the towns local radio station. If you watch THE WATCHER you will see the station's billboard in the background of one of the shots in the film. PHIL'S ALL NITE PHONE IN is a popular program on the estate. These clips were revisited for THE WATCHER and snippets of them can be heard throughout the film. One clip in particular was never quite heard in full, but it referred to SHIRLEY - the Angel seen in THE BENCH, a girl killed in a car crash in the sixties who returns to the estate of today as an Angel and drifts in and out of the continuing tales. She is seen in RANK, STRAWBERRY JACK, THE BENCH and there are very strong hints of her in Gabrielle's paintings in DIANE'S DELI - the video above showing representations of her created by the fabulous digital artist DARREN McGINN (you'll see a lot of his work throughout the site in trailers and artwork) http://www.talesfromparadiseheights.com/the-art-of-darren-mcginn.html

There is also reference in this radio clip to Gabrielle (seen in THE BENCH, STRAWBERRY JACK and there's a hint of her presence in THE WATCHER at the end) the artist scarred horrifically as a child by FRANK MORGAN. A chilling little reference on its own that will be explored further in a future tale. But the clip itself has something a little strange going on with it. Various clips are uploaded on SOUNDCLOUD, the most any have been heard is around 480 times, apart from this clip I'm writing about - it's been heard a staggering 17,080 times - examining the stats revealed most of these listens were from Romania...spooky.

Here's the clip, voices of JEN WILLIAMS, a Paradise Heights regular (LISA the taxi rank owner in RANK and THE WATCHER) and myself as Phil.

https://soundcloud.com/paradise-joe/paradise-radio-phils-all-1

The next tale, THE LAST DROP, currently in preproduction is also a ghost story, again stemming from LUCKY CABS. A separate tale of its own, I'm hoping to start shooting in December. Both the images below (a poster and a piece of concept art) are by the brilliant DARREN McGINN.

I've always had a fascination with ghost tales, or hints of ghosts - I think it stems from my Irish heritage and the great tradition of ghost stories Ireland has. So if you like your ghost stories keep an eye on Tales from Paradise Heights.

Here's the latest youtube link to the THE WATCHER, watch, share and comment. Feedback is the breakfast of champions...:) Enjoy your Halloween and we hope you enjoy THE WATCHER, the film has had over 110,000 views on http://scaryhorrormovies.co.uk which is nice :)

Finishing on two nice things that have happened to me in the last 24 hours. Yesterday's blog update on THE BABADOOK http://www.talesfromparadiseheights.com/blog/the-babadook-a-metaphor-for-something-far-more-terrifying was actually read by the makers of THE BABADOOK. They loved it and shared it...that felt pretty cool!

My daughter, Rosa, returned from a holiday in America this week. She picked up a poster for me from one of my favourite films, THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS - still on topic. She picked it up in Orlando, Florida, then went on to a comic con a few days later in Atlanta, Georgia. Here she met CHRIS SARANDON (the voice of JACK SKELLINGTON in the film) where she got him to sign it to me! Coolest gift ever...HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Joe x

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The Babadook: A Metaphor For Something Far More Terrifying...

10/30/2014

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First things first. When it comes to horror? I have become a wuss.

I can't watch horror films alone anymore. I have ignored all the horror stuff that has been released over the last few years, deliberately. I gave it some brief self analysis and came to the conclusion that it's because I already have a very over active imagination. I live alone; there is no comforting word or hug, laugh and giggle over what was really scary in that movie 'we' just watched. What spooked 'us'. No, I would be sharing all those thoughts with the scrabblings and scratching noises of the squirrels in my attic at night. Squirrels taking delight in knowing I'm a few feet below them in bed looking up at the ceiling and thinking 'It's only the squirrels...it's only the squirrels...'

I did try once. I put The Exorcist on and got to the part where the exhausted mother, in broad daylight closes the front door to the comfort of the outside world and then the director cuts to a wide shot, as the daughter comes downstairs on her back like a crab. The point I switched off and thought 'That's it...Horror and I are done.'

I'm currently teaching at UCLan, on a screenwriting module and an adaptations module that I pretty much write myself. I have a great rapport with enthusiastic students and we spend a few minutes each week discussing what we have seen over the last week. One student mentioned the fact that reviews for the latest horror film released in time for Halloween are creating quite a stir among the critics.

The Babadook.

The name alone gave me a bit of a chill. WTF is a Babadook? I googled. I discovered a plethora of 5 Star reviews, I didn't read them but the stars were at the top of the heading, and then I bravely (believe me it is brave for me) clicked on the trailer, and something about it struck home.

So far, so standard horror fare. But for a film to be getting rave reviews right across the board? It was clearly something that had to be seen, indeed in my position as a lecturer on film I felt duty bound to watch it. But then I reminded myself it was 'Horror'...no way.

I'm not watching it.

Yesterday afternoon I abandoned all reason and took myself by the hand, telling myself it would be alright. I went down to the local multiplex, clutching my cinecard in my shaking hand and tried to say in a manly voice 'The Babadook', think I succeeded. I went into a cinema that had one old lady sat further up behind me, a little like a Wednesday afternoon cinema Babadook; I might turn around and find she's gone, only to look up and see her crawling across the ceiling...my imagination is a constant, over excitable and, at times like this, unwelcome companion. This was a big deal. Joe O'Byrne was watching a horror film.

The film took my by surprise, it was not what I expected at all. It was something far, far more.

Jennifer Kent, as writer and director, has produced an extraordinarily seminal work. A study in state of mind, the darker state of mind, the state of mind produced from the intolerable pain of grief, loneliness and despair. The story lends itself well to the 'ghost story' genre, a very creepy children's book that happens to be on the child's shelf, her son, eager for his nightly bedtime story, and a mother that starts to read to him from the 'pop up' book. And even as she reads those first few words she's wanting to put the book down...

The two central performances from mother and child (Essie Davies and Noah Wiseman) are riveting, extraordinary, you can't tear your eyes away. Noah Wiseman is a real find, a wonderfully rounded performance from a child playing a child who is trying to be a protector to his mother, filling the shoes of his father lost in a car accident the day he was born; his birthdays are never celebrated on the day he was born. He believes in magic and monsters and something in those first few words read by his mother sets something loose...shakes it loose...releases it. From that point on something truly horrifying has entered the house - his cries much later of 'Don't let it in! Don't let it in!' are already way too late.

'If it's in a word, or in a look...you can't get rid of the Babadook.'

It is in the house, and more horrifyingly it is in their minds. This is psychological horror. There are echoes of Jack Torrence in The Shining and Roman Polanski's Repulsion, but this is something above both of those classics.

The film for me, is a metaphor for a 'monster' of a kind that is all too prevalent in today's society. Mental illness is a term we don't like. We don't talk about it enough, the term is too broad and stigmatising. 'How are you?' Or 'Hi, how you doing?' Are phrases that must be met with 'Yeah, I'm fine'. Regardless of how you may be feeling inside. The person asking really doesn't want to know about something that might be tearing you to pieces beneath the surface, and it is deemed as weakness to mention that, either by the person asking or more prevalently, the person replying. This is touched on in one of the scenes in the film 'It's alright not to be alright...talk about it.'

There is a presence in this film, a terrifying supernatural entity. But it is an embodiment of something far more terrifying and present in our everyday lives. Many of us have Babadooks of our own, Babadooks that bring their own all consuming terrors. Loneliness. Grief. Stress. Depression. Insomnia. Fear of death alone. Fear of being unloved. Fear of not fitting in. Fear of losing the house. Fear of losing our partners. States of mind that can alienate us from those around us. The Black Dog of Depression is The Babadook. Even the rattle of the letterbox and the bills that land on the mat, many people to scared to even open the envelope or visit the cashpoint with their heart in their mouths, will the machine eat the card? But it's always at night that these fears haunt us the most, in those wee small hours where the Monster stalks the house and us, torturing both strong and fragile states of mind.

The story sits on the frame of a struggling, single mother trying to raise her child alone. But there are parallels. Young carers and carers and the home that becomes no longer a refuge, it becomes the monster. The lack of help, the all consuming needs of someone we love who may be ill, terminally ill or incapacitated. Home becomes a place of overbearing demand, stress and strain that can at times smother the love that is there. The film brings to mind some of the heartbreaking headlines we see where a parent or carer, through unbearable tiredness, despair and diminished responsibility, does something truly horrifying and desperately heartbreaking. In many of these cases you can more or less guarantee that someone in the days before will have said 'How are you?' and someone will have replied out of obligation 'I'm fine.'

We need to look, we need to delve, sometimes we just need to be bloody nosey as long as it for the right reasons, just letting that person know '...I'm asking you if you are alright because I really want to know if you are alright, can I help anywhere? Do you want a brew and a chat? I'm asking these things and in turn I'd like you to ask me these things...'

'Don't Let It In...' There may be someone near you, close to you or on the fringes of your circle of friends that has 'let it in' - their personal Babadook. They may appear the picture of calm and happiness, but you'll have noticed the cracks and thought it 'best not to pry'; do them and yourself a favour and pry, you'll feel better for it.   Or maybe you have let in your own Babadook and are struggling but putting on a fabulous act to the outside world. Do yourself a favour and talk, just talk to someone, anyone. If you're one of my friends let's go get a coffee. I won't take you to see The Babadook...

But I heartily recommend the film. I'm going to see it again with my daughters tonight. And I'll scare the squirrels with the Tale of The Babadook later...

Oh, and if there was ever an article I wanted to be 'shared' on social media? It's this one. Please share it far and wide - one in four of us (I personally think it's more) will suffer from mental problems at some point in our lives, it's all perfectly normal, love and understanding is part of the cure.

Joe O'Byrne

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The Babadook: A Metaphor For Something Far More Terrifying...

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