Original Title: Death Line
Directed by: Gary Sherman
UK, 1973
Horror/Thriller, 87min


Pleasance is brilliant in this flick; he’s somewhat odd and
quirky which adds a great touch to the usual detective part. At times he’s damn
right funny, like in the scene where he tries to convince a pub landlord to let
him and Rogers keep in drinking despite it being past closing hours. Giving the
poor man a choice of letting them drink or being busted for selling alcoholic
beverages after closing hours. I completely love the prestige of Inspector
Calhoun refusing to hand the case over to MI5, despite Detective Sergeant
Rogers [Norman Rossington] claiming that with Manfred, being a man of the Queen
the case should belong to the MI5, but Calhoun refuses, if someone dies in my mansion,
then it’s my case. This all peaks when MI5 Agent Stratton-Villers [Christopher
Lee] turns up to taunt Calhoun claiming that it’s “his” case. Yeah it’s a small
cameo, but production value and a selling name on the poster. Never the less
after a series of new murders down the subway, they come to the conclusion that
Manfred must have been murdered too, which makes Calhoun do a little happy jig.
As said, this movie is completely owned by Pleasance.
The cannibal man [Hugh Armstrong] tends to his wife, Mrs. Cannibal [June Turner] in her last moments of life – and oddly enough she looks
pregnant - and then he get’s all emotional – which in some way could create
some kind of empathy for his character. After all this is the end of his family
line, and we know nothing of the society that has been living down in the
subways apart from their burial chamber filled with rotting corpses and generations
of Cannibals. In his grief-stricken state the cannibal takes to violently slaughtering
people, trying to rape a chick and biting the head of a rat. This is where
several scenes had the BBFC up in arms, and saw them slash several minutes of the
movie upon its original release in mid seventies… And may I say that for
seventies it’s perfectly fitting violence of the era, an effective shovel to
the head effect gimmick, and a impaling, complete with dangly bits of flesh on
the end of the pole.
Raw Meat uses a classic investigation plot that ends up
taking a twist down atmospherically and damp subway horror. Just think of the
best parts of Christopher Smith’s Creep 2004, without, the squealing mutant, and
with some really effective scare moments. But it’s not all old geezers in tweed
and trench coasts, there’s also a generic and what the adult filmmakers
considered trendy and hip young couple – Alex Campbell [David Ladd] and
Patricia Wilson [Sharon Gurney] who live through the movie via their subplot. They
are the last people to see OBE – they find him on the stairs out, and where
Alex presumes the old bloke is drunk, Patricia worries that he might be ill.
It’s also this concern for fellow people that later rives Patricia into the
subway looking for answers, hence making her an important part in solving the
mystery of what resides below… this despite the fact that we already know what
it is! Because the genesis of the underground dwellers is already presented
within the first half hour when Inspector Richardson [Clive Swift] tells Calhoun
and Rogers about the Victorian miners that got stuck down in the underground
when a cave in trapped them during the building of the subway. Then film editor
Geoffrey Foot – who also edited John Hough’s magnificent The Legend of Hell House this same year – cuts to the half eaten arm of a victim and an
atmospherically tense, but slow pan of the underground lair, giving us a grim
tour of the cannibal’s domain.
There’s a little fun detail, which means nothing really, but
fun to take into consideration. Alex reads a newspaper with the headline “I
Stayed at Michael X murder house!” which obviously leads on to think of that
other iconic performance Pleasance would give five years later. The one of Dr. Loomis in John Carpenter’s genre defining Halloween 1978


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