LETíS SCARE JESSICA TO DEATH
One of the freakiest movies
ever made, and one of the sneakiest, a defiantly unique viewing experience that
breaks nearly every genre movie rule yet still succeeds as an unnerving
excursion in pure horror.
Director John Hancock has made many eccentric films covering a variety of
genres in his thirty-five-year-plus career, including the Robert De Niro
baseball drama BANG THE DRUM SLOWLY (1973), the Nick Nolte prison flick WEEDS
(1987), the kiddie movie PRANCER (1989) and SUSPENDED ANIMATION (2001), a
spooker (and a lame one). 1971ís LETíS SCARE JESSICA TO DEATH, Hancockís
feature debut, IMHO remains his best film, and the truest to his sensibilities
(in a recent interview Hancock complained that ďWith
BANG THE DRUM SLOWLY I got typed as warm and human. I'm not.").
Unlike many of his subsequent flicks, it lacks movie stars, but does feature the
criminally underrated Zohra Lampert in the title role, whose performance
accounts for a large part of the filmís effectiveness. Youíve seen Lampert in
supporting parts in films like OPENING NIGHT, STANLEY & IRIS and THE EXORCIST
III, but I think itís safe to say that her work as Jessica represents the
pinnacle of her career.
The twentyish Jessica is heading for the New England countryside together
with her husband Duncan and their hippie pal Woody. Jessica has just been
released from a mental institution, and itís hoped that the scenic Connecticut
home Duncan has purchased will help with her recovery.
But from the start this seems a false hope. As soon as Jessica steps out
of her and Duncanís car--a hearse--she spots a ghostly nightgown-clad woman who
promptly vanishes. Upon entering the house they find it occupied by a skittish
young red-head named Emily, apparently a drifter. Emily stays on with Jessica
and the guys, becoming a fixture in the house...but her behavior, to Jessica at
least, seems a little odd. The reason, it seems, is revealed when Jessica and
Duncan head into a nearby town populated by stand-offish rednecks, all wearing
bandages on their necks; the only townsperson who isnít apathetic is an antique
dealer, who reveals to Jessica and Duncan that a hundred years earlier a young
woman drowned on her wedding day, a young woman who just happens to be a dead
ringer for Emily.
From there Jessicaís mental state steadily deteriorates as she sees--or
thinks she sees--the murdered corpse of the antique dealer lying in a field.
Jessica also confronts the ghostly woman she glimpsed in the cemetery, wearing a
neck bandage similar to those sported by the townspeople, who abruptly runs
off. A bit later Jessica is attacked while swimming in a lake near her house by
Emily, or at least someone who looks an awful lot like her. Eventually both
Duncan and Woody are killed--or so it seems--and Jessica is left alone, adrift
on a boat in the middle of the lake, completely unable to distinguish reality
What makes LETíS SCARE JESSICA TO DEATH unique is how un-horror like it is,
having been shot in extremely scenic lakeside locations that wouldnít feel out
of place in ON GOLDEN POND, and largely in broad daylight. The atmosphere is
staunchly naturalistic and the scares fairly paltry--at times one wonders if
John Hancock was even aware of the type of film he was making.
Clearly, though, Hancock did know he was crafting a horror movie,
and very much so. Thereís a real aura of gothic menace suffusing the early
scenes that increases as the narrative advances, exploding in several profoundly
chilling scenes, most notably the justifiably famous shot of the pasty-skinned
Emily rising from a lake to attack Jessica, a sight as eerie and surreal as just
about any youíll see. Without resorting to the post-modern pretension popular
at the time, Hancock keeps us, like his heroine, constantly on edge about whatís
real and what isnít; weíre never explicitly told whether Jessicaís exploits are
all figments of her disturbed mind, but the suspicion is always there.
The film has furthermore dated quite well (excepting the title characterís
make-up and wardrobe, which seem to have been patterned after those of then
flavor-of-the-month Ali McGraw)--even after thirty-five years, thereís nothing
else quite like it in or out of the genre. Kudos must go to Zohra Lampert as
Jessica, who creates a heartbreakingly vivid study of psychological torment, in
a character whose unquiet mental state is always disconcertingly visible on her
face. By the time itís all over, youíll know exactly how she feels.
LETíS SCARE JESSICA TO DEATH
Director: John Hancock
Producer: Charles B. Moss, Jr., Bill Badalato
Screenplay: Norman Jones, ďRalph RoseĒ (John Hancock)
Cinematography: Bob Baldwin
Editing: Murray Solomon
Cast: Zohra Lampert, Barton Heyman, Kevin OíConnor, Gretchen Corbett, Alan
Manson, Mariclare Costello