The Beyond (1981) Review
“The Beyond is a 1981 Italian horror film directed by Lucio Fulci. The second film in Fulci’s unofficial Gates of Hell trilogy, The Beyond has gained a cult following over the decades in part because of the film’s gore-filled murder sequences, which had been heavily censored when the film was originally released in the United States in 1983.
The Beyond tells the story of a young woman who inherits an old hotel in Louisiana where after a series of supernatural ‘accidents’, she learns that the building was built over one of the entrances to Hell.”
Let me start off by saying I am typically not a fan of foreign horror movies. There is something about them that seems to immediately turn me off – I don’t know if it’s because of their desire to show as much gore as humanely possible or if it’s the story – but whatever it may be, I rarely ever watch them. Once in a blue moon I will make an exception (Battle Royale, The Babadook) and sit through one – so when the opportunity was presented to me to see THE BEYOND I figured I would give it a shot.
Trying to make sense of The Beyond is a daunting task. The movie was labelled as “video nasty” by the various Anglo-Saxon censor bureaus back in the day, and it didn’t even get a full release in the U.S. before September 1998 – posthumously for Fulci, something that would only add to the movie’s notoriety. Now, more than 40 years after its initial release in 1981, how does it hold up, viewed through today’s eyes? What makes it work the way it does? And what exactly is it all about anyway, what’s the story it’s trying to convey? The latter is already quite a conundrum by itself so let’s get the synopsis, such as it is, out of the way first.
In a sepia-toned flashback intro, a man works on a painting in room 36 of the Seven Doors Hotel in New Orleans, Louisiana. A lynch mob arrives and brutally slaughters him for practicing black magic. As this happens, a white-eyed woman reads from an ancient tome, a grimoire titled Eibon, prophesizing the opening of one of the seven gates of hell.
Flash forward to the present day (and to full color) and a woman named Liza Merrill (Catriona MacColl, City Of The Living Dead, The House By The Cemetery) inherits the hotel and moves from New York City to renovate and reopen it. After a freak accident of one of the construction workers, Liza gets acquainted with local doctor John McCabe (David Warbeck, The Last Hunter, The Black Cat). A plumber arrives to investigate the lack of running water and fix it, and in the flooded basement he uncovers a bricked-off area, inadvertently opening a gateway to hell.
And by doing so he sets in motion a string of macabre and grueling incidents, culminating in vermin plagues, hordes of the dead rising, and Emily, a blind harbinger (Cinzia Monreale, Beyond The Darkness/Buio Omega, Crucified) with a dog who may or may not be corporeal. Will John and Liza be able to fend off the undead and close the gate to hell before it’s too late?
On the surface, it’s not so difficult to tear The Beyond a new one for its faults. The script is all over the place, with a hotel – where most of the movie is set – that inexplicably gets a different floor layout and characters that look spooky for no reason. Some scenes also seem to come out of the left field, contributing nothing to the story and feeling spliced in because it seemed like a cool thing to do.
It has been argued that this was done so as to be intentionally disorienting, and while I can get behind the fever dream logic that the movie follows, I don’t think Fulci’s intentions ran quite so deep. He just doesn’t seem to care about narrative consistency.
Acting performances are also wildly inconsistent and tolerable at best. The actors aren’t helped by what the script gives them, leading to stilted dialogue delivery and lines to the point of ridicule (my favorite: ‘there isn’t a soul here!’). Fortunately, Fulci keeps the relationship between John and Liza amicable but low-key and stays away from developing any love interest between them. David Warbeck, well aware of the type of movie he was in, lets his character try to load a revolver through its barrel in a scene, out of sheer goofiness amidst the mayhem Fulci conjures up around him – something that somehow made the final cut.
All this results in a movie that never gains any real dramatic traction or impact. Liza is a bland and passive protagonist, at times getting dangerously close to being a whiny victim of circumstance who never really drives the plot. John serves as a voice of reason in all the ensuing madness but is equally bland and neither of them, while sympathetic enough, ever inspires any real emotional investment. The movie is, in short, a mess. But this is also where it gets interesting because that’s nowhere near the final conclusion. Fulci found a way to somehow make it all work.
Looking at The Beyond as a collection of alternately atmospheric and intensely graphic vignettes, tenuously connected by a surrealistic story, reveals the mad genius behind it all. Fulci, who’s at the top of his game here, composes a gothic audiovisual experience in the same vein as Dario Argento did with Suspiria, Inferno, and, later, Phenomena/Creepers. The movie runs at a brisk 90-minutes pace with visuals drenched in atmosphere and gore, accompanied by a unique jazz-rock score rivaling John Carpenter’s level of work in terms of musical identity and recognizability.
Fulci reduces character development, acting performances, and narrative substance to accessories, only there to serve the impact of the motion picture. Of particular note is the unforgettable closing scene, which I think still stands as the best depiction of purgatory ever made to this day. Filmed on location in Louisiana and in a studio in Rome, there were, of course, no digital effects available at the time. Everything was done with props and make-up and left to Italians (Giannetto de Rossi, Haute Tension, Rambo III, Zombi 2) to make something look graphic and gruesome. The rich visuals are furthermore deliberately lensed by Sergio Salvati (City Of The Living Dead, Puppet Master).
As I prepared for this, I rewatched The Beyond with my 20-year old son – an avid movie watcher in his own right – to learn what impression the movie leaves on his contemporary eyes, unhampered by nostalgia. His initial reaction was what I can best describe as bewilderment, which adequately encapsulates what The Beyond is all about. It’s a mess. It’s also a unique viewing experience and arguably the greatest Italian genre movie ever made.