Out of all the segments in the film, this one makes best use of its short running time, small cast, and limited setting—all of the action takes place in one house on Christmas Eve. Yet even more than it being the epitome of the perfect short horror story—an art form unto itself, and one that few have ever mastered—it also features one of the most fabulous actresses to ever sashay across the screen: Joan Collins.
Every holiday season, I'm fascinated with images like the one above, which juxtapose the merry trappings of the season with powerful, bloody moments of pure horror. They subvert the seasonal merriment, exposing our collective unease and fear. Few moments like this are as excellent as Joan's introduction here. We first meet Joanne Clayton, played by the Divine Ms. Collins, as she bludgeons her husband to death with a fireplace poker while he leisurely reads the evening paper. Our first shot of her comes as the camera pans up as poor, bloodied hubby falls out of frame, to reveal the murderous vixen. She's sporting a festive yuletide party hat over luxuriously voluminous, bouncy brunette locks, eyelashes that go on for days, and a look of quiet satisfaction on her face, while tightly gripping the phallic poker she just used to off the sorry old bastard. That one image acts as a subversively powerful upending of the Christmas spirit. "Happy Fucking Christmas indeed," you almost expect Joan to blurt out.
This being an old EC morality tale, there's danger lurking just outside. Our murderous minx is about to learn that karma is indeed a bitch. Especially on Christmas. A lunatic homicidal maniac has escaped from a nearby mental institution and, surprise, he's right outside her house and he's wearing a Santa Claus suit. He roams the perimeter of the house, peering eerily into the windows as Joanne hides, then frantically runs around shuttering windows. But her sweet young daughter has been waiting impatiently for Santa all night, so she's more than happy to open the door for Jolly Old St. Nick. At that moment, the look of sudden, absolute terror that flashes across Joanne's face says it all. She's about to pay the ultimate price for her sins. 'Tis the season.
Clocking in somewhere around twelve minutes in length, "...And All Through the House" is simply perfect, expertly building the tension throughout, until the final, terrifying moment. We feel complicit in the husband's murder, as we watch Joanne clean up the crime scene and dispose of the body. Then we feel genuine fear for her life once the madman in the red suit shows up. It's that conflicting emotional response which makes for such a terrifically effective and spectacularly twisted horror short.
Joan Collins sells it all with grace and aplomb. She's positively mesmerizing, gliding like a cat through this macabre black comedy. There she is, a cigarette dangling seductively from her lips, tearing open her gift from the now-dead Mr. Clayton. She shrugs nonchalantly, then begins cleaning up the crime scene. Even while being stalked by the deranged Santa, she's still poetry in motion, elegance and glamour. Sure, you can see the fear building in her eyes as she frantically tries to stay alive, but damn, she still looks fabulous. And for Joan Collins circa 1972, looking fabulous at all times was just another day at the office. And joy to the world for that.
* Listen, I never use the term "MILF", but this is Joan Freaking Collins in all her haughty, cool-as-ice 1970s elegance. Still, we can certainly class up this rather crude acronym to something more befitting of Dame Joan: Mother I Legitimately Fancy.
Adore this review, you really need a side blog for your blog posts on the lovely actresses you write on so wonderfully. If I was Ms Collins I'd sashay over to to you, and thank you personally for this fab tribute..
ReplyDeleteOh it's a dream of mine to one day hang out with Joan. She would be SO much fun. So smart, so well versed in film—did you know that Michelle's Fabulous Baker Boys is Joan's favorite movie? Yup. Anyway, thanks for the praise, it was a fun post to write. I have had an idea to do a 1970s Joan movie binge watch and write about them, but alas, it hasn't happened. Too many ideas, not enough time to execute them all!
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