Connect with us

Editorials

From House To Hell, Rob Zombie’s The Firefly Family

What names come to mind when you think of horror movie families? Do the Odet’s from Wrong Turn come to mind? Or how about the mutant family of cannibals from The Hills Have Eyes? Depending on which canon you follow, Michael and Laurie have a fun brother/sister love/hate relationship. Families have long dominated horror storytelling and have provided entertaining results. But you can’t talk about horror families without discussing the most brutal, gruesome, and detestable family of all: The Firefly family.

Published

on

What names come to mind when you think of horror movie families? Do the Odet’s from Wrong Turn come to mind? Or how about the mutant family of cannibals from The Hills Have Eyes? Depending on which canon you follow, Michael and Laurie have a fun brother/sister love/hate relationship. Families have long dominated horror storytelling and have provided entertaining results. But you can’t talk about horror families without discussing the most brutal, gruesome, and detestable family of all: The Firefly family.

Who Are the Firefly Family?

Spanning two countries, the Firefly family would leave thousands dead in their path, with no regard. Before we can get into this fictitious family of freaks, we should reintroduce ourselves, first. Our three main players are Captain Spaulding/Cutter (Sid Haig), Captain Spaulding’s daughter Vera-Ellen “Baby” Firefly (Sheri Moon Zombie), and Baby’s adopted brother Otis B. Driftwood (Bill Mosely). In the periphery, we have the matriarch of this whole thang, Mother Firefly (Karen Black/Leslie Easterbrook), the enigmatically messy eater Grandpa Hugo (Dennis Fimple), Baby’s biological brother Rufus “R.J.” Firefly (Robert Allen Mukes/Tyler Mane), Baby’s half brother Tiny (Matthew McGrory), Captain Spaulding’s adopted brother Charlie Altamont (Ken Foree), Rufus and Tiny’s father Earl “The Professor” Firefly and, finally, the retconned half brother of Baby and Otis, Winslow “Foxy” Coltrane (Richard Brake). Also, I’m not sure if we want to count Dr. Satan (Walter Phelan) as a family member, but we’ll throw him on the list just to be safe.

We are introduced to the Fireflies in Rob Zombie’s impressive feature film debut, House of 1000 Corpses. While Zombie may not have spearheaded the music-video-feeling editing style of the mid-aughts, he damn near perfected it. Audiences were shocked and amused at the garishly gory exploitation flick that somehow managed to end up in mainstream theater chains. Zombie’s gory exploitation flick would ease audiences into meeting this ferocious family. House would find itself using humor and a surprising amount of lightheartedness to create a sort of natural order. While straying a bit from the beaten path, it still stuck to a pretty typical formula for movies of its ilk.

In House of 1000 Corpses, Captain Spaulding wittingly gets a group of friends, who are writing a book on roadside attractions, to look for the tree where Dr. Satan was hanged. The friends go off to find the tree but are met by Baby who is hitchhiking in the rain. They pick her up and are quickly met with a blown-out tire. Rufus eventually picks up all five travelers and takes them back to the Firefly compound.

The Fireflies are in their element in House. They are the masters of their domain, and they make damn good use of it. On top of the four new travelers, Otis happens to have a few kidnapped cheerleaders upstairs. House is a perfect introduction to these characters. You get to see this family just doing their weird Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 thing. It’s like watching a shark play with its food. The unhinged manic energy of Baby is frighteningly sadistic, while the pale white skin of Otis, mixed with his dirty mangy hair, is enough to strike fear in the bravest of people. Seriously, just imagine. You pick up a hitchhiker, immediately have car trouble, her 6’10” brother comes and tows your car, takes you back to their literal house of horrors, and forces you to sit through this nightmare of a dinner? I’m ending it right there.

Advertisement

Who Is Dr. Satan, and Is He Real?

The whole Dr. Satan angle of this film is odd and really messes with the entire vibe of what the film had going for itself. There’s debate within the trilogy’s community about canon and story continuity. Some fans deny the events of 3 From Hell and its place in the Firefly story. So, if all canonicity is up for debate, I’ll take Dr. Satan out of my version of the story. Jokes aside, the final 20-ish minutes of the film take a darkly drastic turn from the hokey horror we’ve seen thus far.

One of the more exciting things about the franchise was how Rob Zombie tested the waters with his storytelling. House of 1000 Corpses is the only film of the three that really splits focus away from the Fireflies. It has a dual focus on the friends and the family. Zombie must have realized that people enjoyed watching the family’s points of view on their endeavors more than the victims. And in a way, this makes the second film more brutal. We don’t get the liberty of trying to grow with a group of empathetic protagonists who were thrust into a world of nightmare fuel.

By changing the focus from the victims to the perpetrators, in The Devil’s Rejects, you begin to feel empathetic for the bad guys. You can’t help but care for Baby, Otis, and Captain Spaulding. The moment you realize Charlie turned on them, or watch Sheriff John Quincey Wydell (William Forsythe) nearly conquer the Fireflies, you feel for them.

The finale of House of 1000 Corpses finds the Firefly family dispatching Deputy George Wydell (Tom Towles) and Deputy Steve Nash (Walton Goggins), forcing them to leave their cushy domicile for a new life in a rundown ranch. The Devil’s Rejects opens with one hell of a shootout, ultimately leading to the demise of Rufus (Tyler Mane) and the capture of Mother Firefly (Leslie Easterbrook). Baby and Otis barely make it out through tunnels, which hold more kidnapped victims, and head out on the road.

The Devil’s Rejects Changes Things Up from House of 1000 Corpses

As stated, Rejects takes a whole different approach. Except for a handful of scenes, this film is nearly told from the entire perspective of one of the Fireflies. On top of Zombie’s shift in focus is a much darker film. Visually and in subject matter. House relied on frantic editing and jump cuts to the gore, while Rejects is more brutally straightforward. Nearly all jokes or jokey elements are removed from the second film, forcing audiences to endure the pain and torture at face value. It seems Zombie handled finances better for Rejects as it had the same budget that House did and looked a thousand times larger in scope. Though, House does take place, pretty much, in a singular location.

Advertisement

In The Devil’s Rejects, we meet a bevy of characters as the Fireflies try to escape the police. Even when trying to escape Johnny Law, these troublemakers can’t seem to keep a low profile. This leads them to a final tense showdown with Sheriff John Quincey Wydell that, as stated, has you rooting for the wrong people. Sheriff Wydell is blinded with rage from the death of his brother Deputy George Wydell, his quest for justice is justified. What isn’t justified is how he Death Wish’s this entire thing. If he had gone about this a more legal way, we wouldn’t be having this good/bad conversation.

The true emotional crux of The Devil’s Rejects, and what should have been the end of their journey, is the final scene. Beaten, bloodied, and bruised, Otis grips the steering wheel as they come to a stop on an empty highway. That is until the camera pulls back to reveal a complete police barricade. As the best part of Free Bird bellows from the speaker, Otis, Captain Spaulding, and Baby grip their guns for one final blaze of glory. Each party empties their entire clips on the other.

This scene alone cements The Devil’s Rejects as one of the greatest endings to a horror film of all time. We’ve spent two films getting to know these characters deeply. In the past two-ish hours, we’ve witnessed the [remaining] Fireflies conquer every obstacle put in their way. But at the end of the day, the long arm of the law comes down upon them. It’s poetic.

Aaaaaaaaaand then you have 3 From Hell.

Was 3 From Hell the Sequel Fans Asked For?

Let’s drop the curtain for a moment here. Many people have called me a horror apologist; I try to find the positives in a film. If a film is just flat-out bad, there’s no problem calling a spade a spade. For the longest time, The Devil’s Rejects was a specific comfort movie. I had a mini handheld DVD player that I would take on one occasion: my family’s trip to the beach. For the entirety of both six-hour car rides, I would watch The Devil’s Rejects. Three times there, three times back. I became heavily invested in the story of the Fireflies. Rumors about a third Firefly film would spread throughout my early teens/young adulthood.

Advertisement

“What harm could it do?” I questioned, “It couldn’t hurt the franchise that bad.”

What a sweet innocent dolt I was.

14 years after the final bullet ripped through Otis’ body, the final Firefly film was released to us. I was there, opening night, for the Fathom Events three-night engagement. Popcorn in hand, I giddily sat in anticipation. I was not too pleased.

We can rip the bandaid off quickly and say that I don’t hate the film. Even with the hindrance of the film’s incredibly small budget, 3 From Hell tries its hardest to entertain audiences and finally bring some form of closure to its story. The main issue is that if it had come out today, critics and audiences would harshly refer to the film as what happens when you make AI watch the first two films a hundred times and then write a new script. Not only does Zombie play it too safely, but he also falls back on adolescent humor, flat storytelling, and overdramatic caricatures of this family we’ve come to grow with over the past 20 years.

A New Addition to the Firefly Family

3 From Hell adds a new family member to the mix with the addition of Baby and Otis’ half-brother Winslow “Foxy” Coltrane. Richard Brake’s character was a last-minute addition to the script when Sid Haig’s health prevented him from a larger role. While Captain Spaulding was in no way the most vicious of the group, he was the most intimidating and imposing of all. Foxy is written to be the best part of Captain Spaulding, but it just doesn’t work for Brake. That’s no knock on Richard Brake as an actor, it’s just that the dynamic of Brakes’ character compared to the charisma Sid Haig brought to Spaulding makes things feel too off.

Advertisement

The biggest piece of criticism here is…how the HELL did they survive that shootout? Are they actually supernatural entities? There is no way they should have survived that.

3 From Hell finds Zombie’s newer style of filmmaking in full effect. We have a bit of the splatterpunk hellbilly style, the supernatural visions angle (a la Halloween 2), and his wannabe edgy stylings prominent in 31 and The Lords of Salem. Look, I like Rob Zombie films. I even enjoyed The Munsters. But his filmmaking style can be incredibly frustrating. It’s been said time and time again that the point of filmmaking is to grow and become better with each film. And I don’t fault Rob Zombie for continually trying new styles and vibes. It’s just that 3 From Hell takes the worst route of trying to tell an effective story.

The Fireflies are ruthless and aggravating throughout this entire series, there is no question about it. It’s not until 3 From Hell that I truly despised them for what they are. If you want to see the Fireflies transform into this repugnant group of abhorrent scumbags, then 3 From Hell is the perfect film. All humanity is gone from them in this film. The Devil’s Rejects works because you want to see them overcome Sheriff Wydell, you want to see them make their escape. By the end of 3 From Hell, you just want to see them in those three burning coffins and end this whole charade.

3 From Hell deemed it necessary to take the Fireflies to Mexico, which is fine. Who doesn’t mind a scene change? The only real piece of elevating action is their travels to Mexico. Up to this point in the film, Rob Zombie has pushed the envelope. He’s made us see what he wants us to see, and only that. In the third film, we get this mishmash of ideas that get us from point A to point Z, and that’s it. Does it matter that there is a bounty on their heads? Sure, I guess. That gives us a few minutes of action. But we shouldn’t just care about Aquarius (Emilio Rivera) because he’s Rondo’s (Danny Trejo) son and wants revenge because *checks notes* Rondo was hired to kill the Fireflies and *checks notes* failed to do his job.

Here’s a fun idea: the government has lost two of the most prominent fugitives in American history. They get word that they’ve escaped to Mexico. In an attempt to cover their tracks, the government hires a group of equally questionable hitmen and government contractors to go down to Mexico to kill the Fireflies. And here’s where it gets interesting. The Mexican government learns of the American government’s plans and sends their own hitmen in to kill the Fireflies. Now we have Mexico vs. The U.S. vs. the Fireflies!

Advertisement

Maybe 3 From Hell needs some more time to grow on audiences. Will it reach the fate of the plethora of mid-aughts films being reevaluated and deemed, “Not as bad as I remembered,”? When thinking of House of 1000 Corpses or The Devil’s Rejects, I think ‘event.’ These two films feel like events; they’re films you would go see with a group of friends at a midnight screening. 3 From Hell just feels like a forced entry to put a cap on a story that no one was asking for. And this is coming from someone who donated to the crowdfunding campaign. Wait, that means…I was the one asking for it.

Why Did We Get 3 From Hell?

3 From Hell exists for Rob Zombie to prove to studios that he is still in demand. The people want their Rob Zombie, and dammit they’re going to get their Zombie! Rob Zombie is one of the most fun and engaging rock musicians. Even in 2024, he co-headlines shows with Alice Cooper. Could it have been the lackluster performance of Halloween 2 at the box office? Sure, Halloween 2 is a complete disaster (even though it’s a guilty pleasure). But his first Halloween film surpassed expectations. Remember when the entire film got leaked online before the premiere? It still went on to gross 80 million dollars. Who else can pull numbers like that? (Fun fact: It held the title for the highest grossing movie to release Labor Day weekend for 14 years)

At what point did studios lose faith in Rob Zombie as a creator? Was it when he was unable to get back his budget on a Blumhouse film? Or was it the overall ridiculous tone of 31 that did him in? He rubbed someone the right way, figuratively, when he was able to secure sole writing/directing credits for Universal Pictures’ The Munsters. Which was so tonally different from the Rob Zombie we know, but shows his range and creativity. Could The Munsters have been the film to put Rob Zombie back into a studio directing chair?

Rob Zombie is at his best when he is given a majority of creative control. What makes Rob Zombie films work is his style. He is incredibly creative and has a unique outlook on the world. His encyclopedic knowledge of horror rivals Tarantino’s knowledge of cinema. But he needs a studio breathing down his back, someone to keep him in check with reality and expectations.

Okay, where were we? The Firefly family is a unique entry in horror history. From Texas to Mexico, they left a trail of thousands of broken bodies with a smile on their faces. Told over three films, of varying results, Rob Zombie took audiences for a ride they were not prepared for. A truly depraved tale of rampaging hellbillies, who would have thought it would have struck the right chord with horror audiences? Whatever Rob Zombie did in The Devil’s Rejects, he needs to bring back. As fans, we resonated with his hunger to make The Devil’s Rejects, and we want him to be that hungry again. (Figuratively.)

Advertisement
Continue Reading
Advertisement

Editorials

50 Years Later, ‘Black Christmas’ (1974) Is Just as Relevant and Frustrating as Ever

The film opens with Jess Bradford (Olivia Hussey) confronting her boyfriend Peter (Keir Dullea) with the news of her pregnancy, and her plans to have an abortion in light of her career. Let me remind you again, it’s 1974, and even on a 2024 rewatch, no viewer should be surprised when Jess is met with a gaslighting attack. Peter’s attempts were dismissed, but the message and accompanying rage couldn’t be more relevant. Every line of weaponized dialogue from Peter’s mouth is written so well that it’s impossible to ignore even 50 years later.

Published

on

Horror is the most undoubtable mirror that fictional entertainment has ever seen- I’ll stand on that. It’s known for giving a broad snapshot of what our greatest fears might’ve been at any given time. From climate change to the social and systemic issues in between- it all comes out through fictional stories of horror. 

Women across the United States are teetering on the line of a life-threatening regression. Repetition is something that history will always whip around, but when creative minds grab on, we can use their memorialized messages to paint a bigger picture for further education. For the fandom, the time is ripe to look for scholars at the intersection of activism and genre history to guide us through. Take Chris Love, for example; reproductive justice advocate, Arizona lawyer, andrepro horrorscholar.

We’re so used to seeing abortion being treated as difficult or heart-wrenching. Black Christmas stands out because Jess was so clear and unbothered about her decision to choose herself and her future. That’s how it should be and frankly, how it actually is most of the time

Bob Clark’s holiday massacre of 74is invaluable to horror history. On the side of the genre, it’s the most responsible for our treasuredslashersub-genre while pumping the gas on true fears of home and personal invasion. On the side of U.S. history, the film was released only one year after the ruling of Roe V. Wade.

The film opens with Jess Bradford (Olivia Hussey) confronting her boyfriend Peter (Keir Dullea) with the news of her pregnancy, and her plans to have an abortion in light of her career. Let me remind you again, it’s 1974, and even on a 2024 rewatch, no viewer should be surprised when Jess is met with a gaslighting attack. Peter’s attempts were dismissed, but the message and accompanying rage couldn’t be more relevant. Every line of weaponized dialogue from Peter’s mouth is written so well that it’s impossible to ignore even 50 years later.

Advertisement

It’s here, before the fantasy fear kicks in where fans and genre scholars alike can recognize a crossing of an ethical line- a single decision that could greatly impact a woman’s life, career, and comfort. The great thing is women today are more likely to be like Jess, and challenge ideas of patriarchy for their right to decide. Opening our greater horror story with an additional personal one makes Jess’s fight relatable, and even more important- for her survival, and the shot at life she has a right to. Queue the telephone.

I could go on forever about the film’s first act, but the conflict driving Black Christmas is the creep on the other end of those perverted phone calls. Even though this is a separate issue from Jess’s plan for her body, my recent rewatch opened my eyes to the idea that these two conflicts are two sides of the same coin. I’m a woman, and a citizen of the United States. Now that I’ve lost some of my confidence in the protection of reproductive rights, I’ve digested this whole scenario in a different, more infuriating light.

Through the calls, the killer causes panic, and threatens the security of the sorority sisters inside. His remarks are disturbing and sex-obsessed, and the girls react with fear and disgust like any person would. Imagine making all the right decisions to ensure a future of comfort and success, just to have your right to it stripped under the guise of gross misogynistic mental gymnastics. That’s how I feel right now, and I almost can’t believe how smudge-free the mirror is.

In the film’s opening, we witness what an intimate conflict over women’s reproductive rights might look like. Most of the horror community has given the scene their highest praise, but my damage this month was experiencing that those themes don’t actually stop once the calls start. Those themes end up getting stronger by switching from seeing the problem with patriarchal power, to understanding what it feels like to exist trapped underneath it.

History is repeating itself again, and the deja-vu in Black Christmas is tough enough to hand out complimentary whiplash. It’s still disturbing, but as consumers of horror, we know how to trust the final girl. Through just about any period commentary you can find in horror, there’s a final girl who’s survived it- maybe two or three. The truth in that statement holds the most weight at a time like this, though. Cheers to Jess Bradford, and everyone she represents.

Advertisement
Continue Reading

Editorials

‘Black Christmas’ (2019): More Hollow Feminism From Hollywood

Black Christmas (2019) opens with so much promise but immediately gets in its own way. What seemed like an attempted indictment of rape culture led to confusion and resentment for me as an audience member. Whatever the original goal is gets buried in black goo at the modernized version of the He-Man Woman-Haters Club.

Published

on

My entryway to the Black Christmas universe was accidentally watching the 2006 film at an Alamo Drafthouse. My friend and I thought it was the original and wanted to finally see the classic. In our haste, we did not investigate which movie the chain had pulled from the vaults. So, a few years later, when I saw a new Black Christmas in theaters, I asked more questions. I went into the 2019 film knowing it was not the original and with the expectation that it had to be better than the version I had previously seen. I got a wildly confusing take on feminism and a giant red flag planted in the Blumhouse Productions column instead. 

The film has an engaging opening that utilizes the winter Christmas atmosphere while giving us a fun enough first kill. There is some cool cinematography (Mark Schwartzbard) and direction (Sophia Takal) on display that make you want to root for this entry so much. There are also glimmers of a movie that understands how ahead of its time the original Black Christmas was and seemingly wants to ride that feminist wave. Sadly, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and this movie takes the express bus to Satan’s doorstep.

Black Christmas (2019) follows a group of sorority sisters stalked during their Christmas break. They soon discover the cloaked figures slashing their way through sorority girls are part of an underground college conspiracy to “put women back in their place.” This all comes out in a messy third-act battle where it sounds like dialogue was pulled directly from Joe Rogan’s podcast. There is a lot of black goo coming out of the misogynists as Professor Gelson (Cary Elwes) gives the monologue that tries to explain what is happening. I am firmly in the camp of “Yes, all men” and am usually an easy person to win over when a movie wants to talk about toxic masculinity. Yet, this movie had so many problems and fell into what often feels like Blumhouse projects following a checklist that I could not get on board. Especially because long before men try to destroy the squad, we find out the calls are coming from inside the house

We watch Riley (Imogen Poots) as she is constantly bombarded by her supposed friends who remind her she was sexually assaulted. They follow her to her job and throw it in her face if she hesitates to sign a petition. They have choreographed a Mean Girlsesque Christmas number where they sing about it to supposedly clap back at her rapist. The plan is to perform it in the frat house where Riley was assaulted. When one of the members of this weird choir has to step out, Riley is bullied into performing it by again reminding her she was attacked. On stage, when Riley locks eyes with the guy who assaulted her and freezes. Her bestie whispers, “Rebuild yourself, bitch” before they start the misguided jingle in earnest. When they started singing about “S-E-X” before describing something that was, in fact, rape, it felt like the culmination of this remake’s problems.

While I have no doubt Black Christmas (2019) started with great intentions, its impact undoes all that goodwill. It seems like a muddled brand of feminism wrapped around a bunch of tweets from people who learned about gender studies from broadcast TV. I know many people might have the impulse to write this off and blame the PG-13 rating. However, I am not sure we should be arming tweens with the idea that throwing your friend’s trauma in their face hourly is friendship or feminism. We see Riley have nightmares about this attack that happened three years ago. We know she’s still in the same school with her rapist, and their Greek societies seemingly still host shindigs they both attend. So, seeing how shitty her support system is while yelling about their sisterhood and talking about how they’re all an extension of each other seems hollow.

Advertisement

I questioned Riley’s squad the whole movie, so Helena’s (Madeleine Adams) reveal that she was working for the man was not a gag. If anything, it was refreshing to see at least one of the girls was aware that she was a bad feminist. This twist might have worked if we had not spent the entire run time watching Riley’s best friends treat her like a prop instead of a person. Or, maybe if the male characters had not said all the quiet parts aloud the whole movie. The lack of subtlety and nuance worked against this story. It wore everything on its sleeve, and while on paper, I agree with the sentiments…the result is a confusingly awful time.

I have watched this film three times in my life. Each viewing, I try to figure out who this movie is for. Is it for audiences who are just learning that women are real people? Or is it for execs wanting to make a quick buck off the #MeToo movement without actually doing the work? Each time, I wonder what the original script looked like because I cannot imagine this is the finished product anyone involved wanted. Black Christmas (2019) opens with so much promise but immediately gets in its own way. What seemed like an attempted indictment of rape culture led to confusion and resentment for me as an audience member. Whatever the original goal is gets buried in black goo at the modernized version of the He-Man Woman-Haters Club.

Continue Reading

Horror Press Mailing List

Fangoria
Advertisement
Advertisement