Né pour l'enfer

Even though the Richard Speck student-nurse murders took place in America, most of the movies inspired by the incident strangely enough were foreign. These include the disturbing Japanese film "Violated Angels", the relatively shocking ending to the ho-hum Italian giallo/sex romp "Slaughter Hotel", and perhaps to some extent even the Canadian proto-slasher flick "Black Christmas". This movie, however, is probably the closest in circumstances to the actual incident. Not that it doesn't make some unusual choices, especially for what is basically an exploitation film. It's set in Belfast, North Ireland, for instance, during the height of "the troubles" when bombs were exploding and Catholics, Protestants, IRA terrorists and British troops were fighting in the streets. Also, the murderer (played by Mathieu Carrare)is an American Vietnam vet where the real Speck was merely a merchant marine. The movie doesn't do much with this though as the Speck character seems far more motivated by his wife's infidelities than any trauma he suffered in Vietnam, and any on-location realism that is achieved is ruined by the bad dubbing (the Irish and English nurses and American killer all speak in the same stilted continental accents of the usual gang of Euro-idiots that dubbed these things).

The movie was distributed mostly under the more lurid title "Naked Massace", and after a strangely large amount of character development of both the nurses and the killer, it lives up to that title when they finally meet and he ties them up and starts bumping them off one by one. The real-life Speck only raped one of the nurses (although far more graphically than what is shown here), but the guy here sexually abuses nearly all of them (one of whom, perhaps in a nod to Sharon Tate, is even pregnant). The most lurid scene is when he forces two closeted lesbians to have sex with each other. Although, it's hard to do such a scene sensitively, this scene is handled even less sensitively than the similar scene in the much more infamous "Last House on the Left".

The director, Denis Heroux, interesting enough, is French Canadian and got his start in superior "maple syrup porn" films like "Valerie" and "L'Initiation" but had his career ended when he was made the scapegoat for the failure of hack British producer Milton Subotsky's idiotic horror movie "The Uncanny". This film, made in the middle of his short career, shows an interesting but obviously declining talent. The cast includes Carol Laure and pretty Italian starlet Ely Galeani. I got this as part of a cheap 50 DVD horror collection. If you can find THAT, it's definitely worth watching. Otherwise, well. . .

I sometimes question the motivations of a director who chooses subject matter such as this as material for a film. There is such a sadistic vent to this that it has kept me thinking for days. This is obviously a retelling of the Richard Speck story where a psychotic ex-Vietnam vet terrorizes and kills a group of nurses in a residential house in Northern Ireland. The movie is pretty well done in that it gets us involved with the women and with their assailant. They are real people with prospects; one is even pregnant. I think that's why this so affected me because when you see those teenage slasher movies you say to yourself that no one could be so stupid. The violence is amplified and unrealistic. This one is so close to home. The business of why people don't defend themselves is an issue, but when you see the connection to terror and to humanity, you see why this could happen. Still, I could never watch this again and I'm not sure it needed telling.

An earnestly crafted psycho thriller infused with a bit more constancy and seriousness than the median example of its type. Making it especially unsettling is the factual bedrock which underlies the grim story...this is most certainly a laundered elucidation of Richard Speck's notorious killing spree, to at least some degree of accuracy.

A communal household of young nurses in Ireland becomes a hellhole of horror when they are collectively besieged by a criminally disunited male youth, a recent veteran of the war in Vietnam.. His deep-seated anti-female resentments ignite with a flicker, and gradually escalate to a firestorm...the ensuing terror, torture, and death are gruesomely depicted with a straightforward, blank-faced directness that sensitive viewers might find disagreeable. Those of a tougher skin, however, may appreciate NAKED MASSACRE for its surprising testicular brass...a rattling nightmare to challenge the viewer's emotional acumen. Gritty, grievous, and plegmatic, this film is certainly not without its flaws, but it does answer loud and clear to its grim calling.

6/10

I've enjoyed reading the many comments on IMDb about this obscure film, which I saw on video back in 1986. Here's some background about its production (I advise you to just click on the personnel for further info): it was made at a time of very liberal tax shelter laws for international co-productions, with Canada making several arrangements with European nations and even Israel.

The writeoffs available to investors, often 200% or more, encouraged backing many oddball films that would not have been made normally -for example a lot of German and British-backed pictures I remember fondly like The Internecine Project (w/James Coburn), Inside Out (w/Telly Savalas), Paper Tiger (w/David Niven) or the weird robot movie Who? (w/Elliott Gould). Born for Hell was structured as a a complicated co-production, based in Germany with a veteran German producer (GEORG RUETHER), an up-and-coming French Canadian director DENIS HEROUX, plus story and script co-written by veteran director GEZA VON RADVANYI (who made one all-time classic neo-realist film, Women Without Names, way back in 1950).

When I saw Born for Hell ten years after it was made I was shocked by the unbelievable cast of European greats and near-great talents that had been rounded up. Quota systems meant that actors from each co-production country had to be chosen, and in this case we have quite a lineup:

MATTHIEU CARRIERE from Germany is the lead; he's starred in many top-notch features, back to Schlondorff's Young Torless and some fine films by Andre Delvaux, Erich Rohmer, Marguerite Duras (classic India Song), the title role in the memorable Egon Schiele, Robert van Ackeren's A Woman in Flames and even some U.S. and Canadian assignments.

His female costars are: CAROLE LAURE, French Canadian, the star of Dusan Makavejev's Sweet Movie, Gilles Carle's excellent The Head of Normande St. Onge and later on Bertrand Blier's Get Out Your Handkerchiefs;

CHRISTINE BOISSON, the French star who had been featured in the mega-hit Emmanuelle, but blossomed as the star of Antonioni's Identification of a Woman, while also working for Miklos Jancso, Alain Robbe-Grillet and other top helmers;

MYRIAM BOYER, French character actress who had already been in a Claude Sautet hit Vincent, Francois... but in 1976 was part of the ensemble of the breakthrough Swiss picture Alain Tanner's Jonah Who Will Be 25 in the year 2000;

EVA MATTES, German star of many classics by Fassbinder, notably Jail Bait, Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant and In a Year of 13 Moons, Herzog's brilliant Stroszek and Woyzeck, plus her best assignment in the title role of Percy Adlon's Celeste (about Proust's loyal servant);

DEBRA BERGER, an Austrian starlet with nutty credits, going from a Hawaii Five-O episode (!) to starring in one of Marcel Carne's last films The Marvelous Visit (a fascinating, forgotten movie), one of the discoveries (alongside Isabelle Huppert and Kim Cattrall) in Otto Preminger's flop Rosebud and finishing her career by toiling in 5 Cannon productions in a row, ranging from sexploitation Nana to sci-fi Invaders from Mars;

LEONORA FANI, underage-looking Italian sex goddess whose best of many '70s assignments was Salvatore Samperi's beautifully-shot Nene;

ANDREE PELLETIER, young French Canadian actress who showed promise in Gilles Carle's Les Males, and went on to work mainly in Canada in the Craig Russell cross-dressing hit Outrageous!, Micheline Lanctot's sensitive The Handyman and Teri McLuhan's unjustly forgotten The Third Walker;

and ELY GALLEANI, an Italian actress who never made the big time but did everything from giallos to comedies for top directors like Dino Risi, Carlo Lizzani, Mario Bava and Lucio Fulci before joining the Joe D'Amato stock company.

I've gone on at this length to demonstrate why the 1970s are so fondly remembered -it wasn't about big budgets and big box office in those days, especially before Jaws and Star Wars changed everything. It was a period of productivity: Ken Russell and Robert Altman cranking out 3 films a year, and European filmmakers as busy as the Hollywood film factories of the '30s -not all of it good (Born for Hell is nobody's classic) but most of it interesting, even 30 years later.

Current strategies of romantic comedies, comic book adaptations and torture-horror films, mostly made on huge budgets, are yielding ephemeral results -junk like the recent The Spirit which has a shelf life measured in weeks not decades. The current slump is nothing new; I noticed a remarkable resemblance to today in the Warner Bros. 1961 lineup: consisting of mainly romantic vehicles for young contract talent: Warren Beatty, Connie Stevens, Diane McBain and Troy Donahue (all fun to recall but of no lasting interest) plus the inevitable gimmick film: the Canadian hit The Mask (...put on the mask now!), in 3-D.

This could have been some sort of "Taxi Driver". Could, if they just could have pulled it along with Scorcese's skills. After all, low-budgeter "Taxi Driver" had all it took to make an exploitation movie. This one has the gritty realism, the context (Visions of some overall violent world from Ireland to Vietnam, even more relevant nowadays), the disturbing elements… But does not seem to know what to do with them. We had an understanding of what Travis Bickle was up to, even if we were not in his head, we had enough to go with and sympathize (just like in real life actually), which makes even the botched attack on a political candidate an anti-anticlimax. Here, despite Mathieu Carrière's excellent acting, we have only disjointed things : he's a Vietnam vet, his wife cheated on him, he might be impotent and might have a death wish (though his actions denies it). How did it all comes together in one long, violent episode is anyone's guess. M. Carrière manages to keep the character's desperation obvious, but to what end ? It's not really a chain of events that leads him to his horrific deeds. The cheesy dialogue does not really helps, like a reference to lesbianism, fortunately without any moral tut-tutting, that leads nowhere. The whole things feels just like an experience in exploitation with some hints at social comment, or the other way around, if you feel so inclined. It's not bad, but it's one movie that could have been so much better if its various interesting elements have gelled into something coherent.