Stevieboy666
Strange, arty horror movie filmed in Devon, England about a mysterious traveller who turns up at the coastal home of John Hurt and Susannah York (who gets her clothes off several times) and claims to have magic Aboriginally powers. Indeed he possess a deadly shout, hence the title. Nicely filmed and compelling, with a great cast but if you can understand the ending then you are more clever than me! Just enjoy for the strangeness and visual pleasure.
malcolmgsw
I note that the budget for this film was five million pounds which was an awfully high budget for a British feature.I also note that the copyright owners were the National Film Trustees,in other words public funding had been utilised to make this pile of rubbish.I saw this film when it was released and the only redeeming features I noted were the cricket match and the fact that the film only runs for 86minutes.One can only assume that a recognised director managed to power through his vision.Probably working on the basis that the more abstract and indecipherable it is the more it will be lauded.Certainly one of the worst films I have seen on Talking Pictures.
chaos-rampant
The Shout is the kind of 70's horror film I love, where the grip on reality is tenuous at best, where things may or may not be what we see them to be and life as we know it is broken by something that may or may not be of this world, the normal and the everyday become concave and something dark and ominous can be faintly discerned at the bottom, and conclusions are not governed by logic and finality but rather erupt in wild emotion, guilt or pain or insanity, emotion masked/transfigured using supernatural terms. In some ways the notes Skolimowski uses to tell his story are the same as those used in Don't Look Now and The Last Wave, the basic means of expression are aesthetic, some of it even strike the same chords and capture the same atonal melody as those films, but in the end it's not quite the same tune.This is a story recounted to a third party during a baseball match in a mental institution, "always the same story" as the teller says, the sequence of events is not always in the same order, and we can only guess at how many times Crossley has said his story, how much of it is real or not and if any of it actually happened as we see. The flashback story where Alan Bates shows up in John Hurt's home to threaten his grip on sanity and his marriage is pretty straightforward though, it's like a fable about cuckolding come to pass with supernatural means.Susannah York is perfect for this type of film, she has the right measure of youthful and gauche that makes her distraught heroines seem so natural (like they do in Images and Freud), and she shines again here, although now it's John Hurt's turn to be confounded by the shattered reality around him and put the pieces back together.The scenes where he tries to pretend that everything is fine when he knows it's not, with that fragile forced smile and his fleeting movements, resonate with me in very immediate ways, his eyes always tell the truth though, and there's a scene right after he witnesses "the shout" for the first time where he's lying in bed visibly shaken and we hear Alan Bates going up the stairs coming to his room and his body tenses and clenches in anticipation. He doesn't want to be in the same room with that man but he must pretend everything is okay because he can't explain any of his terror to anyone, and he's even powerless to make him leave. Terrific acting by Hurt, I like him more every time.That we go back to the mental institution to realize we've been listening to an unreliable narrator takes out some of my enjoyment of the film, because things have just got interesting and they could be pushed much further, before a curious voodoo involving a round rock and shoes can take place and the police make their appearance, and because it's a device used in a plethora of films dating as far back as The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari and Skolimowski is obviously not trying to make one of that plethora of films. In other words, whereas Don't Look Now takes time to blur the line between right and wrong, real and imagined, The Shout goes back and erases the line so that none of what we saw may have actually been real so that nothing really matters. It's like a game where the stakes are removed at the last minute.The last minute is amazing though, whatever it's supposed to mean, it's wild and chaotic, thunders strike, people flail naked in the rain, and someone's jaws are clenched in agony.It's still very good stuff, anxiety and uncertainty always work better for me than literal horror, and The Shout for the most part is like a strange painted round object someone has brought back from an exotic place, I like to take it in my hand and look at it from different angles and make up stories about it, but it loses some of that mysterious charm when I find out that it's nothing more than a painted round rock. It still could have been used for anything by the one who made it but that unspoken meaningfulness of it has evaporated a little.
boughrood
I saw this last night (19th Sept 2006) on DVD and would agree with the earlier comments. The cast is strong, the atmosphere of the film is tensely exciting and scenes are often like an animated painting - eg the cricket match. There was a scene I noticed early on, while I was in that phase, 'Shall I continue to watch this or go and play chess on the computer', of Alan Bates riding a motorbike and passing a car in which travelled Sarah Miles and the thought occurred to me after seeing it that it was technically very good and must have required some working out but I know little of these things. Any way I found that I had to watch the film all the way though and not to see how the plot worked out either but because it looked good and it looked different.
