{"id":6495,"date":"2011-05-01T16:10:19","date_gmt":"2011-05-01T20:10:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.regrettablesincerity.com\/?p=6495"},"modified":"2011-05-01T16:10:34","modified_gmt":"2011-05-01T20:10:34","slug":"6495","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/?p=6495","title":{"rendered":"The Day of the Beast"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>If filmmaking is an act of myth-making, than what is a filmmaker who spends his time busting up long held myths? He\u2019s not Penn and Teller, who specialize in creating magic and then explaining to you what a dope you are for falling for it. He\u2019s not a meta-filmmaker who likes to break the fourth wall and continuously remind you that you\u2019re watching a movie. He\u2019s not a Cinema Verite filmmaker who will do his best to reflect reality and show you the truth, often in a rather painful way. He\u2019s too much of a liar to engage in Cinema Verite, but he likes to play with absurdity while relishing gritty realism in a different way. He\u2019s\u2026 not a lot of things, but he very well could be \u00c1lex de la Iglesia.<\/p>\n

\u00c1lex de la Iglesia\u2019s films<\/span><\/a> all tend to follow the same pattern, where we peek behind the curtain whether it be about ostracized mutants (Acci\u00f3n Mutante<\/em>), TV comedy teams (Dying of Laughter<\/em>), Cowboy heroes (800 Bullets<\/em>), or satanic rituals (Perdita Durango, The Day of the Beast<\/em>) and we\u2019re unlikely to enjoy what we find. Not that having our expectations dashed is a problem, but the characters in de la Iglesia\u2019s films are perpetually overcompensating, they\u2019ve lived their lives by a certain code and never really thought about whether that code made any sense.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>In The Day of the Beast<\/em>, the overcompensation list is long; There\u2019s the priest (\u00c1lex Angulo) who thinks he has to engage in petty crime to summon the devil, the death metal enthusiast (Santiago Segura) who feeds his invalid grandfather LSD and runs a record store and throws shoplifters headfirst through glass, his racist mother (Terele P\u00e1vez) who wants the scum of the street to stay at her hostel so she can blow them away with a shotgun, and there\u2019s the TV psychic (Armando De Razza ) who engages in exorcisms and writes phony occult books for the masses.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>The priest is a literalist through and through, so free from cynicism that he never considers that his quest to stop the Anti-Christ<\/span><\/a> from being born might be met with some skepticism. When he chases a woman whose blood he [mistakenly] believes he needs for an incantation, she falls down the stairs. His response to her boyfriend, the TV psychic, is \u201cit should have been deliberate, but it was an accident.\u201d This sort of macabre comedy is what de la Iglesia excels at, the slapstick sequences where the priest steals luggage, robs homeless beggars of their change, are endlessly funny, and he manages to maintain this tone, where we\u2019re completely in the dark about his motivations for nearly 20 minutes. When we do get the exposition, de la Iglesia cleverly has the priest, who is also a religion teacher, explain it in detail on a blackboard, so it doesn\u2019t seem as awkward as it could have been considering the complications inherent in the story.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>This is where the myth busting comes into play, and like any protagonist in a de la Iglesia film (Iglesia means Church in Spanish, a witty coincidence), the priest is forced to abandon what he believes and make up the rules as he goes along. The film is aware that the plot points are absurd, and de la Iglesia visually tells the story as if it were a mean spirited comic book, but it all plays straight, with no irritating winking. The obvious joke to be told in a story like this is that the world has already gone to hell, and the public\u2019s apathy is so dominant that they wouldn\u2019t even notice the apocalypse. De la Iglesia acknowledges this notion, but doesn\u2019t harp on it too much, which helps when the comedy shifts and escalates into crunching and cringeworthy violence.<\/p>\n

The shift is very reminiscent of Sam Raimi<\/span><\/a>\u2019s work, especially the Evil Dead <\/em>series. There\u2019s even a nod to Raimi\u2019s Darkman<\/em> (and the elevator in Angel Heart<\/em>) at the conclusion of The Day of the Beast<\/em>, both of which end with the main characters overwhelmed while atop a scaffolding of a skyscraper. There\u2019s the middling blue screen work that plagued the final scenes of Darkman <\/em>as well, as someone is about to be dropped off the building.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>But de la Iglesia\u2019s style isn\u2019t all homage, and like the Spanish language genre filmmakers that spawned along with him during the early 1990s (Alejandro Amenabar<\/span><\/a>, Guillermo Del Toro<\/span><\/a>, Robert Rodriguez<\/span><\/a>), his goal isn\u2019t rip-off but rather playing off the notion that he\u2019s bumping against the limits of his financial backing. The smallness becomes charming. It would be easy for The Day of the Beast<\/em> to be a bunch of references to other religious-themed films (The Exorcist<\/span><\/a>, The Omen<\/em>), but like a latter day Larry Cohen (Q: The Winged Serpent, The Stuff, God Told Me To<\/em>), de la Iglesia pushes forward, despite the fact that he doesn\u2019t have the money to match his ambitions, and there\u2019s no way for the story to wrap up itself in any neat and logical way. It\u2019s a rare feat that a movie can be as satisfying as The Day of the Beast<\/em> *because* of its rather glaring limitations.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If filmmaking is an act of myth-making, than what is a filmmaker who spends his time busting up long held myths? He\u2019s not Penn and Teller, who specialize in creating magic and then explaining to you what a dope you are for falling for it. He\u2019s not a meta-filmmaker who likes to break the fourth […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,18],"tags":[6853,6858,5188,7758,511,7760,100,7757,7764,7759,389,3877,957,1337,786,3331,1017,2545,4669,7756,3088,1013,5974,7763,7761,4600,7762,99,5385,5189,2238,813,436,7765,192,7766,6855,6857,477,4843,7205,6856,5401,330],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6495"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6495"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6495\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6495"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6495"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/regrettablesincerity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6495"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}