Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Attack of the Giant Leeches

Attack of the Giant Leeches is a low-budget 1959 science fiction film from American International Pictures. It was directed by Bernard L. Kowalski, produced by Gene Corman, and the screenplay was written by Leo Gordon. The film is in black and white, and runs for 62 minutes. It was one of a spate of monster movies produced during the 1950s in response to cold war fears; in the film a character speculates that the leeches have been mutated to giant size by atomic radiation from nearby Cape Canaveral. This film was also called Attack of the Blood Leeches, Demons of the Swamp, She Demons of the Swamp, and The Giant Leeches

In the Florida Everglades, a pair of larger-than-human, intelligent leeches are living in an underwater cave. They begin dragging local people down to their cave where they hold them prisoner and slowly drain them of blood. One of the first people to be so taken is the local vixen, Liz Walker, played by Yvette Vickers. After a couple of gratuitous displays of flesh (Yvette appeared as the centerfold in the July 1959 issue of Playboy), and some running around on her husband (Bruno VeSota), Liz finds herself a prisoner of the leeches along with her current paramour. Game warden Steve Benton (Ken Clark) sets out to investigate their disappearance. Aided by his girlfriend Nan Grayson (Jan Sheppard) and her father, Doc Grayson, he discovers the cavern. The giant leeches are unrealistically portrayed by men in rubber suits, but they do provide suitably disgusting scenes when attacking their victims. The monsters are finally destroyed when Steve, Doc, and some state troopers blow up the cavern with dynamite.

The word “leech” carries a pejorative meaning that describes anyone or anything with parasitical qualities. People or objects that “hang on” unwittingly may be known as “leeches”. Through this lens, one should view 1959’s schlock gem Attack of the Giant Leeches, which was co-produced by the Corman brothers, Roger and Gene. In the Florida Everglades, a backwoods poacher stumbles upon a bizarre creature while tramping through the swamps: the size of an adult with tentacle-like suckers, this featured creature defies categorization. The poacher reports this news to his small community of rednecks, but nobody believes him. Meanwhile, the equatorial Dave Walker, who owns the local bar, catches his adulterous vixen of a wife neckin’ (in the swamp of course) with a local stud; Walker stalks the lovers with a shotgun through the wetlands, and the hunt climaxes with a giant leech attacking the lovers. Soon thereafter, more locals are missing. The sheriff and game warden investigate and discover an underwater cavern where victims are detained so giant leeches can suck their blood. Reluctantly, the locals blow up the swamp to save the community from its disgusting fate. But is it too late? As with many Corman films, interesting themes abound. The depiction of an all-white community of backwoods hillbillies was rare for 1959. Watching grown men utter the stereotypical Southern drawl, sip moonshine, wear overalls, and crack moronic jokes revealed a slice of America film viewers were not accustomed to in 1959. Doc Greyson, the local sheriff, captures the spirit of this stubborn good ol’ boy mentality: he wants things done one way only, his way, anchored in tradition…the Southern way.

According to the film’s tagline, “Rising from the depths of hell to kill and conquer,” the leeches are hilarious and resemble people wearing rubber suits or black garbage bags with strange “suckers” painted on them. The few scenes of victims in the lair growing pale from blood loss are unnerving, as they resemble zombies (it’s hard not to recall Romero’s Night of the Living Dead, released nine years later, with its Southern characters, zombies, unidentifiable disaster, and black and white footage). What creates suspense and works in the leeches’ favor is that nobody asks or knows why they surfaced: at one point, a character wonders if the swamp’s proximity to Cape Canaveral is the reason. Such comments remind viewers of the film’s historical context: the Cape Canaveral reference should conjure the space race between America and the Soviet Union, which burned Cold War fears into many souls. Furthermore, the way leeches drain energy from their victims is reminiscent of how many Americans felt Communists, lurking in shadowy undergrounds, sucked the vitality from American ideals. With She Demons of the Swamp as an alternative title (others included Attack of the Blood Leeches, Demons of the Swamp, and The Giant Leeches), one cannot overlook the film’s commentary on gender. It depicts Yvette Vickers, the sexpot who plays Walker’s wife, as a lecherous parasite, and the weird love triangle between Walker, his wife, and her lover early in the film is honky-tonk at its best. Why would such a sexy woman (in 1959, Vickers was a Playboy centerfold) marry such a rotund man if not for his money? The film also introduces the “promiscuity will get you killed” theme that became standard fare in many 70s and 80s slasher flicks. Vickers’s libido, the leeches’ eroticism, and the film’s darkness, black and white photography, swampy humidity, and claustrophobic mood cast a strange sexual aura throughout the film. Additionally, Leeches spins an interesting environmental slant, and Steve Benton, the game warden played by Ken Clark, best represents this eco-friendly message. His primary job is to apprehend poachers, and he, at least initially, refuses to blow up the swamp because such an explosion would destroy wildlife. However, his green thumb ultimately becomes a “thumbs down” as he reluctantly agrees to send dynamite into the lair. Throughout the film, a subtle underlying respect for the swamp and the way humans interact with it prevails. The film’s attempts at underwater footage are plentiful and try to convey the swamp’s underwater beauty; however, some shots seem to occur through aquarium-like glass. With a notable musical score by Alexander Laszlo, Leeches is fun rainy-Saturday afternoon viewing. Borrowing frequently from Creature from the Black Lagoon, it celebrates all that’s funky about B-level creature features. Imagine this scenario: you’re 16-years-old, camping and partying with friends. Suddenly, a rustle in the woods scares everyone. However, you quickly realize the sound is actually a close friend you haven’t seen in years, eager to join your camp, carrying another case of beer and a fresh supply of junk food and other goodies. That friend is Leeches. - by Chris Justice


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