Right. Okay. What the fuck is going on? Either I've just seen one of the cleverest, most subtle films ever made, or
The Caller (1987) is complete fucking bollocks and a total waste of time. I can't tell which it is. Point to you, film, you forced me to watch you twice to see if you were giving clues in plain sight à la Lake Mungo but no, none that I could spot.
I don't even recall downloading this fucking film let alone where I got the idea to do so. Apparently it's a Vinegar Syndrome restoration?
It had such an on-the-nose slasher movie beginning that I was about to turn it off, and then Malcolm McDowell appears on screen, and, well, The Caller suddenly had my full attention. More fool me. Or not, I really cannot say.
McDowell and Madolyn Smith give compelling if utterly heightened and offbeat performances throughout as the ?plot skips merrily away over the hills. The Caller has the superficial structure of a two person stage play that either cannot decide - or perhaps refuses to decide - which genre it is communicating. Or what it is communicating. Or what it has just communicated, even. It maintains the illusion of being an isolated cabin in the woods slasher movie until it morphs into a bizarre parlor room police interrogation based solely on what was on television on screen at that exact moment, completely sweeping aside dozens of slow establishing shots of Chekhov's Guns. Everything in that cabin in the woods can apparently be used as a weapon, but never mind that, the film has now decided it's not a police interrogation any more and is an erotic thriller all of a sudden. Clever? Maybe? And then it rolls along confidently until it switches again to become a psychological horror, oh is Smith insane and hallucinating all of this seeking atonement for her sins? But no,
no she's not. At one point I theorized that McDowell was Satan, and Smith was in Hell.
If only that was the final, final, final reveal! That would be consistent with the inconsistencies and make way too much sense, apparently the very last thing The Caller wants to achieve. Don't worry, there is a reveal, but it won't help anything. It's just suddenly there on screen: here audience,
deal with this bullshit now.
I feel cheated, but then again I watched The Caller twice in quick succession and wasn't bored; so it's got that going for it I guess? Even after watching it twice I couldn't tell you which key plot points matter, or if all of it matters, or none of it matters.
Baffling, but maybe in a good way? Or bollocks, but not in a bad way? Both!
It's fucking both at the same time.