The Fiend

Having recently bought a copy of the 2010 release of this lost gem, finally available fully uncut and beautifully presented in anamorphic widescreen 1.78:1 - Odeon Entertainmant ODNF162 - I can't recommend it enough. Taking into consideration the very strict censorship laws and general climate the time of it's production, it's easy to see why it was butchered and suppressed at the time of it's initial release in 1972, the Mary Whitehouse brigade would have soiled themselves collectively at the subject matter alone. And the murder scenes, whilst fairly tame compared to some in todays more enlightened times, were way out there for early 70's Britain.

It's not the most polished of films, but the directing is pretty good and the acting pretty solid throughout - with a convincing enough ratio of ham, menace and believability - with the script and storyline excellent. Overall the results, particularly when taking the fairly small budget into consideration, really are very, very good indeed. Which is why I honestly think this film was years ahead of it's time.

An essential addition to any Brit Horror collection - it's a proto-slasher of sorts, imo - and also to anyone with an interest in looking at the darker and less positive sides of religion and it's very strong tendencies towards brainwashing, mind control and even abuse. I'd also recommend it to anyone who just loves a good well made and sincere film, however if you're just a cannibals & zombies or shoot 'em ups only freak, don't bother, it's definitely not for you.

A truly dreadful film, seen during the night on BBC2, but glad I saw it! A fairly comprehensive anti-religion film... anyone who comes into contact with it becomes maniacs! Superb! Notable for yet another Patrick Magee scenery-chewing exercise, a host of unknown actors who remained unknown, and a truly jaw dropping series of appalling songs, sung by the "Shirley Bassey" Stars in their Eyes winner, Maxine Barrie (in her younger days!). Poor dear had to wait over 20 years for public recognition. If I were her, I'd buy all the prints and burn them! Definitely a B-movie for showing in a double bill with some cheapo Hammer concoction, but unintentionally funny in places.

Raised by an overbearing mother with diabetes (Ann Todd) and indoctrinated by a religious order called The Brethren, security guard Kenny Wemys (Tony Beckley) takes it upon himself to punish wayward young women by killing them. Meanwhile, nurse Brigitte Lynch (Madeleine Hinde) begins to suspect that something is very wrong in the Wemys house and convinces her sister, newspaper reporter Paddy (Suzanna Leigh), to write an expose on the Brethren.

Anyone who has seen director Robert Hartford-Davis' Corruption knows only too well that he is capable of making a genuine shocker, and Beware My Brethren has, in theory, got what it takes to be another excellent piece of exploitation horror. However, while the scenes featuring Tony Beckley doing 'God's work' tick all of boxes - nudity, violence and general sleaze - there is far too much of the runtime dedicated to the brethren and the sermons of the minister (Patrick Magee), which seriously cause the film to drag.

Had Hartford-Davis cut out at least one of the gospel songs and reduced the amount of preaching, and spent that time on police procedure, the murders, and Paddy's snooping, Beware My Brethren could have been another gem in his filmography. As it stands, it's a missed opportunity that is equal parts entertaining and tedious.

5.5/10, rounded up to 6 for IMDb.

British horror/sex shocker about an overbearing mother (played by Ann Todd), her psycho son Kenny (Tony Beckley) and a very strict religious cult, led by Patrick Magee (great actor but this is far from being his best performance). Pre-opening credits we see a young boy being baptised by being immersed in water at the cult's chapel, at the same time a young woman is chased, stripped and thrown dead into water. Early on we see that Kenny is the killer, so there is no mystery in that respect. His mother relationship reminded me of Norman Bates in "Psycho" (1960), they both live in a large Gothic house, only Norman's mother was dead, Kenny's isn't (though she is very ill). There is plenty of female eye candy amongst the cast, and also female nudity, including one scene with full frontal. The murders are fairly vicious but nothing to write home about. I watched the uncut version which is rated BBFC 15, I dread to think how tame the heavily cut X version would have been. I did find it laughable how two young women were happy to accept lifts of a stranger (Kenny in his van). One corpse can be seen breathing and the inclusion of three pop songs throughout the movie proved detrimental to my viewing pleasure, I will add that the film is also a bit boring at times and relies on the kills and nudity to liven it up. Pete Walker made far more enjoyable British shockers than this, The Fiend is watchable but unremarkable.

The Fiend, a 1972 British horror film directed by Robert Hartford-Davis, is a gruesome and grisly affair that embraces the sexploitation vibes of the early '70s. With a backdrop of religious fanaticism, this flick tries to shock and awe with its blend of murder, manipulation, and moral mayhem. But does it succeed? Well, let's just say it's a hell of a ride, even if it's not exactly a holy roller.

Kicking things off with a bang, The Fiend quickly devolves into a tedious trudge through tiresome encounters and dull supporting characters. It's like a TV movie that randomly cuts to scenes of violence and nudity to keep viewers awake. The story meanders and struggles to find its footing, but the cast does their damnedest to keep things afloat. Ann Todd and Patrick Magee bring their A-game to this B-movie, even as the odds are stacked against them. The real stars, though, might just be the itchy police uniforms and hip threads worn by the younger cast-a fun, fibrous fashion show amidst the fiendish festivities.

The film's technical aspects are a mixed bag. The AVC-encoded image is a blessing, offering a detailed view of the set decoration, from the Brethren church to the characters' homes. You can practically feel the fabric of the costumes and see the evil in every macabre murder. But the direction is as flat as week-old soda, lacking the fizz needed to make this a true cult classic. The film feels disjointed, with ugly, staccato close-ups that disrupt the flow.

The Fiend is like a rollercoaster with a rickety start, a few thrilling peaks, and an underwhelming conclusion. It's not a film that will haunt your dreams, but it might keep you entertained on a gloomy night. With a runtime of 98 minutes (or 87 if you watch the edited version), it's a commitment that could've benefited from a tighter script. Overall, it's a gory good time that falls just short of greatness, earning a respectable 5 out of 10 rating.

So, if you're in the mood for a blast from the past that's bloody, bizarre, and a bit of a bumpy ride, give The Fiend a go. Just don't expect to be converted to its cult following.