When we first meet
Elizabeth, she is running through the woods. Who or what she is
running from is unknown to us. She encounters Carl Richter, a medical
student. They spend just a few days together, making love and
enjoying the company, before Elizabeth is abducted and returned to
her family estate in Bavaria. We meet her distraught father, the
Baron Zorn, and her aunt Hilda. They return Elizabeth to her bedroom,
locking the door. We also meet Elizabeth's brother, Emil, a gaunt and
pale faced chap who also spends his days locked inside his bedroom. The
Baron refuses to let them see each other and for good reason. Neither
is well off mentally and the two siblings share an obvious incestuous
attraction to one another.
A few days later, we
find Richter in the company of Falkenberg, a hypnotist on his way to
visit the Zorn family. He was the “doctor” treating Elizabeth in
Vienna shortly before her escape into the woods. While Falkenberg
heads off to the Zorn estate, Richter stays behind in town. The
townsfolk are in a panic. Several women have recently gone missing in the
woods surrounding the estate. Superstitious to the
extreme, the townsfolk believe a demon is afoot, a suspicion spurred
on by the recent arrival of a wandering, ranting Christian priest.
Meanwhile at the
Zorn estate, we learn more about the inner workings of the family.
The Baron's wife committed suicide many years ago, back when
Elizabeth and Emil were only children, slashing her own throat in
front of them. Hilda is using bloodletting to keep the siblings weak.
Falkenberg tries to alleviate the madness in the family, a madness
the Baron puts down to a hereditary stain, a severe madness passed
down through the generations, a lunacy carried in the blood.
Equal parts Satanic
Panic film and psychosexual thriller, DEMONS OF THE MIND is a film
about madness. More precisely, about how madness begets madness. The
Baron's tall tale of hereditary madness turns out to be true, only
not quite in the way he believes it to be. The townspeople burn Pagan
effigies for protection, a harmless bit of violent abstraction, only
to be drawn into committing actual physical violence by the words of a
lunatic priest. A trustworthy companion enables a character's madness
by setting a brute upon helpless women, dutifully cleaning up the
mess afterward. Instead of a man of science, we have a hypnotist
acting as family doctor, promising cures and offering solutions not
grounded in scientific reasoning, but in folk tales and delusion.
There are no heroes
in this film. Even the most well-meaning of characters is informed by
some line of faulty reasoning. The whole damn world of DEMONS OF THE
MIND is insane. As such, it's a difficult film to get emotionally
invested in, even after we learn the truth of what is going on, a
revelation that turns a couple of characters we thought were simple
nutty deviants into the films most tragic victims. What the film
offers up in lieu of emotional resonance is visual splendor. DEMONS
OF THE MIND is a gorgeous movie that aims for simple, naturalistic
realism. It contrasts that realistic depiction of its setting and
time period with the absolute madness of the narrative and its many
instances of gruesome violence. This creates a film that feels itself
unbalanced in vision and clarity, almost like the movie is slowly
going mad right alongside the characters.
It's impeccably
acted too, with strong lead performances from Robert Hardy and
Patrick Magee, as well as wonderful supporting turns from Gillian
Hills and Yvonne Mitchell. When you add in assured direction from
Peter Sykes and gorgeous Arthur Grant photography, you have one hell
of a film to be reckoned with. But alas, it under performed with both
critics and audiences, and was largely dismissed as yet another
example of just how far Hammer had fallen in 1972. It is certainly
better appreciated these days and for good reason. It's a far more
demanding film than most Hammer productions of that era and one that is
largely free of any kind of tacky romanticism or tawdry melodrama. It
contains all the requisite nudity and violence you would want from a
Hammer production, and marries it to a tale that is measured but
messy, psychologically complex but strangely reductive. It makes
tonal consistency out of cacophony. DEMONS OF THE MIND is a film that
by and large shouldn't work as well as it does, and it may take more
than a single viewing to really figure out why it works at all. But
make no mistake, there is glorious method in all its wonderful madness.
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