Showing posts with label cannibalism. Show all posts
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Friday, March 27, 2015

We Are What We Are - Movie Review

We Are What We Are
2013
Directed by Jim Mickle

Spoilers Ahead

In the history of the Hand of Jessee blog, I've reviewed slashers, thrillers, paranormal, found footage, '80s films, and B movies.  I felt it was only appropriate to review a film topic I'd never touched on before: cannibalism.  So, there's that.

We Are What We Are could've gone one of two ways.  It could've been an all out nasty, bloody, meaty, chunky, gorefest from start to finish or it could've been what it actually was, a slow burner, leaving more to the imagination than the eye. Until the end, that is.

Our film centers around the Parker family, Frank, Emma, Iris, Rose, and Rory.  The film begins with Emma Parker staring solemnly out the door on the last day of her life.  Upon walking home from the store, Emma sees a sign posting of a missing girl and immediately starts bleeding from the mouth, faints and dings her head on a pipe, falling in a shallow fountain and drowning.

We are then introduced to the rest of the Parker family, your typical portrait of a down-home, southern, conservative, plaited-hair, ruffled dress, and suspender wearing family.  We are made aware that the Parker family is on a very strict fast imposed by Frank, leaving his two daughters, Iris and Rose, and young son, Rory, starving.  We are treated to a pretty gross autopsy scene of the mother, Emma, where we learn that she had early onset Parkinson's.

As the film progresses, we learn that there has been a string of missing girls around town and bones have been turning up in the creek and nearby forests and trails.  Frank eerily spends a lot of time out in his shed, the sounds of whimpering and crying muffled underground.  Rory makes the mistake one day of going down in the basement and we get our sole jump scare of the movie when a hand shoots out from under a crack in a door, grasping at Rory.  He is caught by Frank and sternly reprimanded.

We later see Rose reading their family history from a diary that has been passed down generation to generation.  Apparently in previous eras, to survive their family had to rely on "eating meat."  We're not talking about cows or pigs here, people.  Iris frequently expresses that she wishes her family wasn't the way they were but Frank is sure to let them know that God chose them to be that way and if they are not, they get sick from "the poision" and die one by one.  Clearly, this dude is not firing on all cylinders.  Oh yeah and Frank has started to suffer from frequent nosebleeds and hand tremors.

The biggest point of tension in the movie comes when Iris, as the eldest daughter, is forced to replace her mother's role in preparing dinner.  She must go down to the basement with a scythe and after uttering, "It is with love that I do this.  God's will be done", kills one of the chained up women and then traces the meaty parts of her body with lipstick and drains her of blood.  Meanwhile, the nosy neighbor, Marge, hears the screams coming from below the Parker house.


We see the Parker family having a super meaty stew and are forced to endure close-ups of Frank's slurping and chewing and stew-stained beard for much longer than necessary.  All this time, the town sheriffs have been investigating the disappearances and start to put two and two together and suspect the Parkers.  The town doctor also sheds some light on the subject as we learn that Emma had not Parkinson's but Kuru Disease.  The main cause of Kuru Disease is dun, dun, dun cannibalism.  After catching Iris having sex with the youngest sheriff out in the woods, Frank decides it's time to punish his evil smite-worthy daughter and bring down the whole family by poisoning their stew with arsenic.  Well, let's just say the girls do not go down without a fight.

After an epic chase scene, a shoot-out with the doctor, Marge getting her throat slit, Frank convinces all the children to reconvene at the dinner table and finish their meal.  He lets them know, "All is forgiven in the eyes of the lord" and kisses them on the mouth.  Well, Rose decides to break bad and legit chomps into Frank's neck while Iris stabs him in the hand and starts eating his hand and arm.  We then basically have a five to ten minute scene of the girls eating their father to death and then driving out of town with their little brother and the family diary to live happily ever after (?) 

We Are What We Are had its fair share of pros and cons for me. 

Pros
- The cinematography was beautiful.  The film was awash with shades of blue, gray, beige, and other neutral colors.  There was not a single bright color in the film.  Everything was muted, pale, and rainy.  The nature shots of the town were fabulous, especially the shots of the forest and streams during rainstorms.
- In conjunction, the sounds are great as well.  We hear trickling water, crickets chirping, ticking clocks, but never jump scare shrieks, tension-building drums or violins, or harsh noises of any kind.
- The acting is done very well.  The girls, Iris and Rose, are very convincing in their roles as young intelligent girls wanting to break free but restrained under the harsh rule of their father.  Frank is a convincingly creepy and intimidating, soft-spoken, slow-moving dictator.

Cons
- I appreciate a good slow burn and build-up but We Are What We Are was almost a bit TOO slow-moving at certain points.  With about 45 minutes left to go in the movie, I started to lose interest and had to pause and come back to it.
- I would've liked them to explore a little more of the family history of how they became cannibals and why the tradition was so strongly upheld over time and also more about the Kuru Disease and its effects on the body.
- It's always a little gross to watch someone get eaten, but I guess that's a subjective con.



Anyway, overall I give We Are What We Are a positive rating for its unique take on the horror genre and its risk-taking.  This film serves as proof that you don't need to see every grimy gory detail in order to be left with an unnerved and unsettling feeling as you complete a film, impressed with its execution but never really wanting to watch it again.

-Amanda

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Ivanova and Olga Tamarin - Serial Killing Ogresses!


St. Petersburg, 1912.

A lone news article is printed that soon circulates around the world, telling of the unspeakable crimes done in a place called "Kurdia".

On July 20, 1912, Ivanova Tamarin, and her 17 year-old daughter, Olga were seized at Kurdia.  In the weeks leading up to their capture, there had been reports that men and women enticed to the Tamarin house were never seen again.  Thus, a search was made of the nearby woods.  An unknown number of corpses, mutilated beyond all recognition, were discovered there.

The murders were so brutal that a force of gendarmes led by a Colonel surrounded the Tamarin household.  Ivanova and Olga did no go quietly, though.  Once the officers had subdued the women, after "violent resistance", a search of the house revealed it to be a slaughterhouse.

27 corpses were found in a storehouse, along with a great many personal possessions including watches, purses, and male and female clothing.  It seemed the Tamarins' motive was clear, that is, until the eating room was found.

The eating room had a trapdoor to the cellar.  In the cellar were "murderous instruments and fetters of [text illegible] sorts."  It seems the women not only stripped and robbed their victims, but used them as a unique protein source.  It isn't clear whether they tortured their victims or simply bound them in the darkened cellar until they butchered them.

The women confessed to leading a gang of 30 other peasants who, over the course of recent months, robbed and murdered 40 people.  The rest of the murderers were rounded up, but nine escaped.

And here the story ends.

Sadly, this is all we know of the horrifying events surrounding the Tamarin household.  Short of diving into a Russian archive, there are no other news articles about these heinous crimes.  After this, one suspects the women were summarily convicted and executed.  Perhaps their house, with its "eating room", was demolished.

Research is further impeded by the confusion surrounding where these crimes took place.  Kurdia isn't a place that exists, at least in this day and age.  It might refer to anything from a selection of small villages in Estonia, or possibly to a section of Russia occupied by ethnic Kurds.

I wish that more information was available.  I wish we knew what the Tamarins were like.  Were they beautiful, or beguiling?  Were they upstanding members of the town or were they outcasts living on the edges of society?  How were they able to kill for so long before being found out?

Perhaps someday more will be uncovered, but until then the Tamarins will remain a bloody footnote, an oddity, of serial killing history.

-Joanna


Monday, March 9, 2015

Mellified Man


While listening to Mary Roach's amazing book Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, I came across a story so strange I had a hard time believing it wasn't an excerpt from some Victorian weird fantasy: The Mellified Man.

According to our only source, Li Shizhen, a Chinese pharmacologist of the 1500s, mellified man was a legendary medicine made from the honey-steeped mummy of a human being.  In his book, Bencao Gangmu, Li relates an account given by Tao Jiucheng.  That's right.  Our only source of the legend is based on secondhand hearsay.  In fact, Li is diligent enough to add at the end of the entry that he "does not know whether it is true so he is recording it for others to verify."  I have to confess, I'm really sad that nobody got around to verifying it.

So, on to the good stuff: how does one make a Mellified Man?

Well, you start with an old guy.  According to Tao (via Li) a volunteer, usually a man between the ages of 70 and 80, forgoes all food and water and subsists entirely on honey for the remainder of his life.  He bathes in honey, and honey is his only food.  It is said that after a month of this process, the man will begin to excrete nothing but honey.  Meaning his sweat, urine, and feces are nothing but the thick, golden substance.  Death follows soon after.

Then, the body is put into a honey-filled coffin for a hundred years until the body has completely mummfied, preserved by the antibacterial properties of the honey.  They even write the month and year of entombment on the coffin.  Which is a detail that makes me feel really weird about my strawberry jam canning practices.

Once the necessary century had passed, the seals was opened and the body was portioned out.  Pieces were sold in Arabian markets at jaw-dropping prices.  It is stated in the Bencao Gangmu that this confection was used to cure broken and wounded limbs.  When a small amount is taken internally, it will instantly cure any complaint.  It's also said to be extremely rare.

Now, whether or not this practice is true or just a really good story is unclear.  I dearly wish that there were ANY source other than Li, because it sounds like a practice weird enough to be true.  In fact, Burmese priests were known to preserve their chief abbots in coffins full of honey, though they did not eat them.  Further, Chinese medicine of the time did make use of human milk and urine.  And, the medicinal use of 'dry' mummies is well documented in chemistry books of Europe in the 16th and 18th centuries.  However, the combination of transforming a human body into a mummy that is also a confection is novel.

For most people, the horror of this legend is in the cannibalism of it, but I'm not in that camp.  Honestly, the notion of swallowing a tiny lump of sweet-mummy-jerky isn't nearly so disturbing as what it must have looked like to watch this supposed process take place.  I love honey, and the thought of taking care of an elderly man as he starves to death, dripping honey into his puckered mouth, is enough to make me swear off of it forever.  Not to mention the image of pure honey excrement.  It's just such a vile juxtaposition of one of my favorite pleasures with slow, aged, oozing death.

Anyways, Happy Monday everybody!

-Joanna

Monday, January 5, 2015

"of the wants, of Tarrare."



From The London Medical and Physical Journal (Oxford University) 1819. p. 204
Read the full text on Google Books.  The account of Tarrare begins on p. 203.

He could eat a meal for 15 laborers.  He ate live snakes and dead bodies.

He may have consumed a living child.

Welcome to our first Matter-of-Fact Monday!  The day of the week where everything we talk about is true!  Or at least based in reality of some sort.  While the rest of the blog is dedicated to creative work in our favorite genre, you can always rest assured that Mondays will give you a dose of true-life horror.  So, let's get on with learning about one of the most bizarre and creepy individuals ever to wander through France.

There are many articles dedicated to the man known as Tarrare.  Most begin with his humble birth in the French countryside around 1772.  Then they cover his stints as a travelling geek, swallowing corks, rocks, and live animals as the warm-up act to a "charlatan".  And there was his brief service as a spy for the French Revolutionary Army (they made him swallow messages, of course).  But most stories about Tarrare focus on one thing: his insatiable hunger.

What more can I add?

Other authors state the facts clearly and simply, as if to emphasize the reality of the account.  Which isn't really a bad idea, considering that the story of Tarrare is so deeply unbelievable.  The mind cringes away from it, dismisses it as a work of macabre fiction.  It can't possibly be true.  But M. le Baron Percy, Tarrare's doctor and author of the account, was a well-respected military doctor of the time.  An overview of his other reports show that he was not given to flights of fancy.  If Tarrare was a hoax, it would be quite out of character for M. Percy to perpetrate such a thing.  This leaves us with an uncomfortable notion.

Tarrare was real.

My intent is to do the opposite of these previous articles.  Where Wikipedia and the beloved Fortean Times treat Tarrare as a curiosity, albeit a disgusting one, I plan to retell the tale of Tarrare in all its horrible glory.  Tarrare was hideous and scary.  Understatement may inspire respectability and a slow-burn sort of dread.  There is an argument to be made for rendering Tarrare as a sympathic, human oddity.

But, remember, he probably ate a child.



Let's begin with how he looked, his physical existence.

Tarrare was a medium-sized man, perhaps 5'6", slender and meek.  It is said that he was "almost devoid of force or ideas."  Save eating, of course.  At the age of 17, even after years of gluttony, he weighed only 100 pounds.  He was balding: "the little hair he had preserved, although very young, was very fair and extremely fine."  His teeth were streaked "like marble."  His cheeks were sunken, wrinkled, and hung limp from his face.  This was a direct result of Tarrare's ability to open his mouth and fill it with a dozen eggs or apples at a time.  His lips were barely visible, but his mouth was very wide.

Tarrare could open his mouth so wide, in fact, that a cylinder a foot around in circumference could be placed inside without touching the roof of his palate.

At his autopsy, it was found that when Tarrare's head was tilted back, a straight canal was formed down his enlarged esophagus directly to his stomach.  The doctors were able to look in his mouth, down a tunnel of flesh the width of a softball, and see his stomach.

Tarrare's stomach was capable of distending to such a massive, bloated form, that when he was not full of food, the skin of his abdomen fell saggy.  There was such an excess of it that he could wrap the flap of skin most of the way around his body.

Now, you might be thinking to yourself that Tarrare may have been a sufferer of any number of syndromes that attack the connective tissue in the body.  He must have had a genetic defect that caused his joints, skin, and tissues to stretch and unhinge in such a manner.  But, no.  According to the account, Tarrare had no loosened skin, no joint-trouble, no sprains or unusual flexibility, aside from those related to his constant eating.  His mouth, jaw, esophagus, and distended stomach were the result, not of a medical abnormality, but of constant strain and stretching.

But the disturbing truth of Tarrare's body doesn't end there.

He constantly sweated and was burning-hot to the touch.  Tarrare literally steamed.  M. Percy, his doctor, described that from Tarrare "a vapour arose, sensible to the sight, and still more so to the smell."  In fact, Tarrare smelled so bad that people had a hard time getting within twenty paces of him.  His excrement was described as "fetid beyond all conception."

And the stinking vapour got worse after he'd fed.  During his rare times of extreme satiation, Tarrare's eyes would turn a vivid, blood-shot red, his cheeks would flush, and he would fall into a deep sleep to digest.  He would burp and move his jaw in chewing-swallowing motion, though M. Percy found no signs of actual rumination.

That's what Tarrare was.  Now, let's look at what he did.



Tarrare is known to have consumed the following:

-A quarter of a bullock in a day.
-stones
-corks
-a basket full of apples (basket included)
-a pocket watch and chain
-flints
-four bowls of curdled milk and two enormous hard puddings (the dinner for 15 German laborers)
-quadruple military rations
-kitchen trash
-other people's leftovers
-small boxes containing military messages.
-a golden fork

Not so bad.  Typical side-show fare.  But wait, there's more!

-dogs
-living cats
-living snakes
-a living large eel without chewing (though he crushed its head in his molars)
-thirty pounds of raw liver and candles
-offal from slaughterhouses (he fought wild dogs over his findings)
-thirty pounds of raw beef lungs

So he liked his meat raw and kind of rotting... so?

Well, let's mention the things he consumed during his stay at M. Percy's hospital.

When he first arrived at a military hospital in Soultz, he ate 4 meals himself, the other patients leftovers, kitchen scraps, and turned to the apothecary's room.  Therein he ate all the poultices.  Poultices being a moistened, mashed mixture of plants, flowers, flour, mud, ash, or other ingredients.

Tarrare was later found sipping from bowls of blood from blood-letting patients.  The staff surprised him in the midst of his consumption and sent him back to his room.

Later, they found Tarrare in the morgue, eating parts of dead, rotting bodies.

He was allowed to wander the halls of the hospital at night, breaking into offices, sneaking into rooms to lap at half-coagulated bowls of diseased blood.  He crept into the morgue to eat corpses.

The last straw was when a 14-month-old child went missing.  Many accounts describe the victim as either a baby or, as I just did, a 14 month old.  But this misses the point.  Children routinely learn to walk by twelve months old, a year that is.  This was not a small, ten-pound swaddled baby, or a collection of months.  This was a toddler.  Sure, someone may have kidnapped the child, or it may have wandered out on its own.  But the staff immediately suspected Tarrare and threw him out as a result.  We do not know for sure, and the thought is beyond real conception.  But it's possible.

Tarrare ate a toddler.

A child that was heavy and could thrash its limbs about.  A child that was learning to talk.  A child that may have tried to run.

In a stroke of irony, Tarrare died at 26 from consumption (tuberculosis) and diarrhea.  Doctors had to work quickly as a strange corruption instantly began to decompose his body at an accelerated rate. When they autopsied his body they found his intestines were putrefied, tangled, and oozed pus.  His liver and gallbladder were enlarged and putrid.  His stomach was covered with ulcers and filled almost all of his abdominal cavity.  This was all they found, as the stench of his body rendered the doctors unable to continue.

Tarrare was a man made to consume.  He ate so much it warped his body into little more than bones surrounding a gullet and stomach.  He was a gaping mouth that swallowed contagion, rot, and living creatures.

"Let a person imagine," said M. Percy, "all that domestic and wild animals, the most filthy and ravenous, are capable of devouring, and they may form some idea of the appetite, as well as of the wants, of Tarrare."

-Joanna

P.S. Special Thanks to Caitlin.