"Helter Skelter"(1976)d/Tom Gries

Tonight's entry, a made-for-television event spanning two nights back in April of 1976, is perhaps the most famous of the films concerning the Tate/LaBianca murders, based on the bestselling 1974 book by Curt Gentry and Vincent Bugliosi, who was prosecutor in the historic trial itself.Nominated for three Emmys, it had a theatrical release overseas with additional nudity and violence, as evidenced by the choice blood red Aussie daybill that creeped out my ex-wife until I finally tucked it away in a closet, pictured above.Despite the poster's place in my collection and my insistance to stay up late both nights when Skelter originally aired(I pulled it off, somehow, too), the Gries-helmed vehicle isn't my favorite take on Charlie and pals by a long shot, due to the talky, investigation/courtroom approach it favors, focusing on Bugliosi's victorious Beatles-driven race war motive from right field, instead of the barely touched upon far out lifestyle and psyche of the hippie kooks at the center of the bloody slayings.What is exceptional about the production to me, are the performances of George DiCenzo as Bugliosi, and more so, Steve Railsback as the pint-sized prophet himself.As I've stated before, Manson isn't an easily recreatable character for the screen, as proven by the failure of films like The Manson Massacre(1972) and The Helter Skelter Murders(1970) in conveying that twinkle of pure hallucinogenic lunacy the magnetic little guy is blanketed in, to audiences.Railsback completely fucking nails it right off the bat, but isn't given enough of the nearly two hundred minute running time to truly shine.Also notable here are performances by Nancy Wolfe as an extra sexy Sexy Sadie, and scream queen extraordinaire Marilyn "TCM" Burns as "Darling" Kasabian, who turned state's evidence.Hell, you can even find Eileen(Pazuzu's spectral grillpiece in "The Exorcist")Dietz, Robert(Sam from "Quincy M.E.")Ito, and even Bart(Binzer from "Vega$")Braverman among the cast if you look hard enough.Forwards.

Somebody stick a fork in Leno(Al Checco), I think he's done.
Gunshots cut through the silence during the early morning hours, signalling the death of the Age of Aquarius and the beginnings of one of the most bizarre criminal trials in American history, as partially narrated by prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi(George DiCenzo).One of Tate's neighbors is called in by the police later that morning to i.d. the brutalized bodies that had been shot, stabbed, roped, and/or beaten(in some cases, all four).The gore is brief and understated, but he hurls his guts in the bushes anyway after seeing Sharon's lifeless, pregnant body on the floor.The LaBiancas, returning to town by car, read the shocking headlines in the newspaper then become the next morning's headlines themselves.Cops pursue the dope angle and remark at the similarity between the Beatles White Album song titles and messages written in blood at the crime scenes.A boy finds the pistol used in the killings and his father turns it in to the authorities, where it sits in evidence for months unnoticed.They raid the Spahn Movie Ranch, arresting a skein of dirty hippies for Grand Theft Auto(the charge, not the game, youngbloods.).In jail, Sadie(Nancy Wolfe) grooves on the sounds of a transistor radio and gleefully relates all the gruesome details of the murders to Ronnie Howard(the petty criminal, not the flameheaded kid who sings "Wells Fargo Wagon" in "The Music Man"(1962), mind you).Bugliosi is named the new prosecutor, and tries to work a deal in exchange for testimony with Straight Satans biker Danny DeCarlo(Rudy Ramos).Ronnie tries to spill her guts but no one seems too interested.Bugliosi grills Family gals for candy, and finds out that Charlie is love.Bugliosi watches Manson(Railsback) being led in by deputies on charges he set fire to an earth mover, and makes Christ jokes.DeCarlo tells of Manson's desire to kill pigs, blame it on the niggers, and start a race war.Leslie Van Houten has selective amnesia under questioning.Tex Watson's fingerprints from a prior drug bust match ones found at the crime scenes.Warrants are issued for Watson, Kasabian, and Krenwinkle.

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Sadie tells all(sex with Charlie,"the infinite", murder details), then later denies it.Accomplice Linda Kasabian(Marilyn Burns)agrees to testify and Atkins' plea bargain is dropped.Bugliosi's watch stops in court as Manson stares at him.The discarded murder scene clothes are discovered in a canyon, and the pistol that's been in limbo is finally matched up as Bugliosi notices the Beatles tie-in.Ex-Mansonite Paul Watkins helps cross the t's and dot the i's for the young prosecutor, then almost dies in a suspicious fire for his troubles.Manson girls gather outside the Hall of Justice as the trial begins.Kasabian details her introduction to the family and later, the details of August 9th and 10th to the jury.The female defendants laugh, giggle, and respond in unison.Manson flips his lid in front of everyone then tells that his father is the jailhouse and he is simply a reflection of what everyone else has made him, and the girls tearfully cheer him on, shouting out loud until all defendants are removed from the courtroom.Bugliosi wraps his arguments and pushes his 'Helter Skelter' motive.The jury finds them guilty of all charges.Manson and the girls shave their heads("I'm the devil! The devil always shaves his head!" exclaims Charlie) and carve X's between their eyes as they're all given the death penalty.Charlie takes a moment to congratulate Bugliosi on a job well-done, and remarks that jail is just fine for him, supplying meals, sex, and time to play his guitar.The prosecutor chillingly ponders the possibility of more like Manson as Charlie sings "Garbage Dump" from his cell.That sums it up in one big lump, so to speak...

Linda(Marilyn Burns)arrives in court;Leatherface could not be reached for comment.
Director Gries worked primarily in television, even helming several episodes of Batman(1966) along the way.The amazingly intense Railsback would go on to portray another famous killer, Ed Gein in 2000; also appearing in Rob Zombie's The Devil's Rejects(2005).Native Pennsylvanian Marilyn Burns went on to score roles in Tobe Hooper's Eaten Alive(1976),Future Kill with Chainsaw co-star Ed Neal in 1985, and most recently Kim Henkel's 2012 project Boneboys, also with Neal.DiCenzo, who died in 2010, was once assistant to the producer on House of Dark Shadows(1970).The actual LaBianca residence was used in Skelter, but Polansky's home was not.The role of Manson was originally offered to Martin Scorsese(Wait.What.).Intense eyes, not eyebrows, ya knuckleheads.Tonight's entry scores three wops on the scale, an essential to any true crime buffs, Manson enthusiasts(!), or regular woprophiles out there.Always is still always forever, baby.

C'monnnn, that's some mint Charlie(Steve Railsback) right there.

"The Manson Family"(2003)d/James Van Bebber

Just when I think I was out, you rascals keep pulling me back in...Not that I don't enjoy reviewing movies for you loverly people,in fact,it's quite the opposite.I looooove reviewing movies for you.I just needed a couple of days to recharge the ol' batteries.Much partying was partaken in,and your humble N were very glad of it.Onward. Everything's sneaky up around Sneakyville.Tonight we're covering one of the more recent takes concerning the man who once recorded a song called "Don't Do Anything Illegal" before influencing lysergic acid-drenched members of his flock to go out and "totally destroy everyone...as gruesome as you can" on two consecutive nights in August of 1969,after partaking in a couple of unrelated murders himself a month earlier.Maybe if he took his own lyrics more seriously,he wouldn't have spent the vast majority of his life behind bars,I dunno.In the decades since the outrageous murders,Charlie,or "Jesus Christ" as they used to call him around Spahn's Movie Ranch while wacked out on acid dipped in belladonna and rattlesnake venom,has become somewhat of a cultural icon,appearing on clothing,skateboards,cartoons,trading cards,dolls,you name it and that famous piercing stare with the jailhouse swastika between it has probably graced it.Everybody's got their own opinion on Charlie and his "family",and mine is:Sure,he may have done some questionable things in his day,but at least he almost singlehandedly put an end to the stupid fucking Age of Aquarius.Outside of a Phish or Flogging Molly show,you rarely have smelly hippies to deal with anymore,so thank Charlie for that.
Tonight's review focuses on indie director Jim Van Bebber ("Deadbeat at Dawn","My Sweet Satan",and music videos by Pantera,Skinny Puppy,and Necrophagia,among others)and his labour of love that took over ten years to complete.I've always dug Van Bebber's quirky style of cinematography,and unique visions,so when word began to spread about his follow up to Deadbeat being a Manson movie,I was already on board and eagerly awaiting.Like most of you,I did a whole lot of waiting.I'd read people's takes on bits of footage they'd seen here and there and wonder if I was ever gonna catch a glimpse of what promised to be a memorable ride.Eventually,Dark Sky Films stepped in,financing the end of the film,and since,it has enjoyed both a theatrical release and a lush dvd release,as well,which I was all over like Margot Kidder and the shrubbery outside your house.Did it live up to the years of hype?Absolutely.If you're the CSI:Miami type,you might wanna stick with the 1976 telepic,Helter Skelter,but if you're looking for the story through the eyes and words of those actually responsible for the heinous crimes,then you owe it to yourselves to get copies of Manson Family,sharp-ish.Released unrated in the states,there's plenty of gloriously graphic violence and open sexuality to satisfy any hardcore genre nut,as well as a killer soundtrack by some members of Skinny Puppy and Phil Anselmo,who also provides the voice of Satan.Nice.

Really?Three sugarcubes?You should maybe think about sharin',Tate.Insert rimshot.
At the outset,the viewer jumps from 1969 when the infamous murders took place,to 1996 where reporter Jack Wilson (Carl Day) is assembling a documentary about the Manson Family murders utilizing interviews from both eras with the family members,and reconstructing the crimes themselves.The earlier footage involving Tex (Marc Pitman), Patty (Leslie Orr), Sadie (Maureen Allisse) and Bobby (the director himself!)chronicles the hallucinogenic and orgiastic lifestyle the youth had come to realize,and later,the manner in which their self-imposed hedonism finally turned back into a pumpkin,with a barrage of failed record deals,mounting money problems,in-cult rivalries,and the inability to cope with these problems when you're constantly banged out of your fucking gourd on drugs,culminating in the ritualistic slaughter of several innocent people who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.The murders,though slightly hindered by Van Bebber's budgetary woes, are masterfully protrayed with a systemic shock of realism,without the slightest coating of Hollywood gloss,making for a very sobering viewing experience.Make no mistakes about it,Van Bebber's Manson(Marcello Games) isn't the media-concocted,silver tongued sociopath with strange mental powers here,he's simply the uneducated hayseed jailbird with precious little talent,and even less ability to keep his steady flow of indiscernible drug babble to a minimum.That he was able to influence so many people of decent upbringing to such unspeakable acts of sadism remains a historical question mark.The director keeps him mostly in the wings,as a sort of necessary set piece,instead focusing on the "family" themselves.

That's what you get for "Garbage Dump",Charlie.
The reporter,a sensible middle aged man,has little compassion for his subject matter,treating the groups constant orgies and mind-altering acid trips with a moral repugnance and antipathy you'd expect from someone like him.What he doesn't realize,is how deeply intrinsic Manson's iconic status is to many disenfranchised youth,even decades after the fact.Due to his publicized work on the documentary,Wilson is unknowingly stalked by a group of teenaged meth-headed psychopaths,one of which goes by the name Zezozose,the name family member Susan Atkins gave her infant son back in the flowery pre-Death Row days.The group eventually overtake the reporter,explaining the meaning behind "Charlie Don't Surf" before violently stabbing him to death then killing each other.Though I've heard quite a bit of negative feedback from colleagues over the director's fictional framework,I happen to like it as a sort of moral to the whole story.As ineffective a shepherd Charlie was and is,he'll never have a shortage of mindless sheep to wrongfully exhalt him to messianic status,and do his dirty deeds,afterall.

I've hosted this same party quite a few times myself.
All in all,the budgetary limitations(some of the makeup,acting) only add to the grindhouse atmosphere present in tonight's review,raising its stock,in my opinion.I've seen just about everything Manson-related,and this movie sits at the top of my list of such cinema.In conclusion,if you find Manson's story halfway interesting,you'd do well to screen this one.Van Bebber offers seldom-visited insight into young lives that were turned upside down or in some tragic cases,ended prematurely, with some obviously hardcore research hours logged(I've done it myself,so it can be said),and his inimitable verite style of filmmaking and editing equivalent to serving up a satisfying slab of genre goodness for all parties interested.He's a base talent of the rawest caliber,for sure.If you aren't a fan of his work already,this will make you one.The highest scale rating possible and a full recommendation from your humble N for tonight's entry.

They're just scratchin' peace symbols in his tombstone.