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The hookmanĪnother campfire must, this tale features an amorous young couple out for a drive when the radio informs them a hook-handed lunatic has escaped from a local institution. On returning home, the victim experiences a 'hatching' whereby parasitic baby spiders and/or ants burst out from under their skin.įYI – this isn't physically possible, but it hasn't stopped parasitology being a defining feature of the body horror genre from Alien and Wrath of Kahn to Stephen King's Dreamcatcher and Stephenie Meyer's The Host. Possibly one of the more 'believed' urban myths, this one tells the tale of a young person, often a traveller to a far-flung location, who is bitten by a spider and/or an ant. This year sees not one but two novels retelling versions of the legend: my own Say Her Name and an American version, The Summoning. The X Files and Supernatural directly tackled the Mary myth on screen.

Mirrors and reflections, a regular fixture in uncanny literature play parts in Clive Barker's The Forbidden, which went on to be the film Candyman, while Ringu, by Koji Suzuki, substitutes a mirror for a television set. Some links have also been made to Queen Mary I as she suffered multiple miscarriages during her reign. This evolved into something more gory – groups invoking a bleeding spirit or witch called Mary. In the earliest versions, an unmarried woman would see the face of her future husband in the glass or a skull if she were destined to die before being wed. Perhaps the most famous modern myth, this tale suggests that if you are to look in the mirror and say 'Bloody Mary' a specified number of times, something will happen. Here I present 10 of the scariest urban legends and examine their roots and influence. Urban Tale is a very sterile and disengaged film, that somehow seems to have tricked itself into thinking that it has terribly important things to say.My new novel, Say Her Name is my version of the most famous urban legend of them all, the 'Bloody Mary' curse. Style complements substance it can’t replace it. But all these fail to make up for a fundamental lack that pervades the film. The cinematography is exquisite, with gorgeously framed shots and intriguing camera angles. It is a pretty film to look at, it must be said. Certainly, the prurience with which Urban Tale negotiates male nudity – which I’ve talked about before and won’t bother going over again – is strikingly timid, the very antithesis of the radical claims that the film stakes for itself. Truth is, it all seems rather quotidian, even conventional. In style, execution and, um, length, it is clearly intended to grab us by the short and curlies. Take the sex, for example (and there is quite a lot of this to take). But where it thinks of itself as brash and daring, it is instead quite conformist. Urban Tale, to be fair, has a couple of interesting things to say about the irresistible cynicism that replaces the optimism of youth, the inevitability of one’s capitulation to the conformity of a deeply unimaginative age. The thing though is that it is always going to be the message, rather than the medium, that matters. Think of it as a wilful provocation from transgressive sexual conduct to a perhaps unfortunate preoccupation with anal polyps, Urban Tale agitates for our attention from its very first frames. It is, I suppose, the film-maker’s right to make a film as misanthropic, sexualised and stylised as Urban Tale. Including, it seems, this risibly misjudged film.

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From now on it is finally full sex, 24 hours a day, sex in your face, in Hi-Definition on prime time. No more self righteous programs with hidden messages. We’ll watch with our tongues hanging out. Don’t just hint, give us full penetrations. Women accentuate everything except their minds. We do not speak to each other in words, we declaim at one another in paragraphs. They tell us the things they think that we do not know. Sometimes, the others talk as well as fuck. Our father, he left us when we were small. Our mother has died and we are alone in the world. We have a preternatural passivity, and we speak only in declamatory monologues. We don’t have names, because we are Everyman and Everywoman.

This is Urban Tale, written and directed by Eliav Lilti, and we are Boy and Girl. Maybe I will just stare meaningfully instead, and then you will understand. Too complacent and too bourgeois, I repeat in case you did not understand the first time.

I want to shock you, shock you because you have become too complacent and too bourgeois.

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