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Reviewed by Glenn Erickson
At the Dawn of DVD (circa March, 1997, soooo long ago) several bright new companies sprang up
with disc releases that were anything but major studio product. One of these companies was
All Day Entertainment, who started a
special series of films so rare they were barely known on vhs, let alone laserdisc. At
a time when the DVD shelves had fewer than a few hundred releases, there next to the
Warner and MGM discs were titles like The Sadist and Ganja & Hess, and
this weird chiller, The Asphyx.
The Asphyx is a real aberration, a gothic horror film made in England in the early
70's that wasn't a direct attempt to emulate a Hammer shocker. Just when the Hammer
horrors were turning to nudity and (belatedly) swingin' London foolishness in an
attempt to bolster the faltering market for monster mayhem, out came this film with
its high pedigree - top actors, lensed in a beautiful widescreen process by one
of the best British cameraman of the sixties.
Synopsis:
Set in 1875, The Asphyx tells a tale of horror in pure Gothic mode: the woe
that befalls a noble family when its patriarch crosses forbidden theological
boundaries. Scientist - philanthropist Sir Hugo Cunningham (Robert Stephens) has been photographing dying
men and recording a dark blur on his negatives that he boasts to his 'psychic society'
is the image of the human soul leaving the body at death ... physical proof of the
existence of the spirit world. He happens to be shooting motion pictures of his son and
his fiancee just as an accident takes their lives ... and his movies record the
blur as well. But the blur is moving toward the victims, not away from them, prompting
Sir Hugo to alter his theory: the phenomenon recorded is not the soul, but a
mythological spirit called The Asphyx, that appears only at the moment of death to claim the
living. The Asphyx is seen more clearly at a public hanging. Sir Hugo uses a
spotlight whose bright blue beam, created by water dripping on special crystals,
seems to paralyze the hanged man's Asphyx and prevent it from reaching him. The
dangling body shakes horribly until Sir Hugo shuts down his spotlight a few seconds
later. Only then is the Asphyx free to perform its function, and the man dies.
Realizing that if he can trap and hold an Asphyx, he can render its owner virtually
immortal, Sir Hugo embarks on a morbid obsession. Driven by misplaced grief over the
loss of his loved ones, he successfully 'immortalizes' a Guinea Pig. When an attempt
to do the same with a dying, consumptive pauper fails, Sir Hugo makes a bargain with
his partner, adopted son Giles (Robert Powell): if Giles helps immortalize him, Sir Hugo will do
the same in turn with Giles and his fiancee, his own stepsister Christina (Jane Lapotaire). The Cunninghams
will live forever and become masters of the world.
There's only one catch: one's Asphyx only comes when a person is at the brink of
death, in mortal danger and fearing for their life. So Sir Hugo starts building
horrible electric chairs and guillotines in his basement laboratory ...
The Asphyx is genuinely chilling. A morbid sense of dread hangs over the entire
story, and the fact that the benevolent but misdirected Sir Hugo is no mad
doctor makes the proceedings all the more unsettling. The Cunninghams are a
very proper, liberal Victorian family with the strange curse of optimistic
innocence - the very people whose good intentions pave that proverbial road to hell.
Robert Stephens, famous for his role in Billy Wilder's The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes,
captures both the exuberance and mania of an upperclass scientist who dares usurp
the power of life and death. If Gothic Horror is 'about' families, as scholars claim,
then The Asphyx is about Sir Hugo's abuse of his patriarchal authority, bullying
his offspring into subscribing to his obsession. His adopted son Giles (Robert
Powell) and daughter Christina (Jane Lapotaire, later famous for stage and screen
portrayals of Edith Piaf) are played with compelling sincerity. We care about these
privileged, foolish characters and have to watch helplessly while they threaten
themselves in one unbearable immortality attempt after another.
Very restrained direction by Peter Newbrook (mostly wide masters ) and
immaculate Todd-AO 35 cinematography by Freddie Young create a convincing
Victorian atmosphere, as does Bill McGuffie's beautiful romantic music. A modest
production (it seems to use some familiar Hammer locations), The Asphyx can boast
some very successful scenes. A boating picnic is reminiscent of Ken
Russell's Women in Love. There's a convincingly brutal hanging, attended by
a mixed mob of bloodthirsty sightseers and anti-death penalty protesters. Sir Hugo's
lab is filled with the paraphernalia of death: coffins, cages and technological
torture devices. Interestingly, the method of catching and imprisoning The Asphyx is almost identical
to the 'proton packs' and 'laser containment grids' used to snag phantoms in
Ghostbusters, twelve years later.
The thematic problem in The Asphyx
stems from the (in 1875) new art of photography. Some primitive cultures are said
to believe that photographs 'trap
the soul' in the same way Sir Hugo's photo light 'traps' mythological specters. Back in
Victorian England, modern technology definitely was viewed as threatening the spiritual
health of man.
The Asphyx needs to be seen as if it were written and filmed in 1875; along with
its Edgar Allan Poe - like morbidity, there's a certain naive plotting and a marked illogic to some of
its contrivances. Sir Hugo has invented a movie camera twenty years too early, a strange
anachronism. The morbid idea that a person could be prevented from dying, even if hanging with
his neck broken, or worse, would seem to come from The Monkey's Paw (it also
reminds of an undeveloped idea in Tod Browning's The Devil Doll) but isn't carried
to its logical end - why isn't the night endured by the 'immortal' Sir Hugo, sealed Vampirelike
in an airtight casket, spent gasping for air in excruciating torment? Why don't his
brain cells die, leaving him an immortal vegetable? Likewise, some physical details
need to be ignored: what are these incredible crystals that provide limitless perpetual
phosphoresence? How 'eternal' can the Asphyx vault be, should the spring dry up or the
plumbing give out? Especially when everything that could go wrong with all of Sir
Hugo's previous inventions, does? Luckily, the appalling fascination with the
grisly goings-on outweighs these strange, unnecessary non-sequitirs of logic.
All Day's DVD of The Asphyx is a treasure of rarity. After twenty years of being told
the film was totally unavailable, Savant finally saw a blurry pan 'n scan VHS tape
(entitled Spirit of the Dead) that looked simply atrocious. This disc
is handsomely letterboxed, with color that is very handsome but a mite faded. A reference
book says The Asphyx was released in 'Quadrophonic magnetic sound' but this
copy is a very healthy mono.
The disc, particularly its first half, has several moments with a higher-than-normal
look of artifacting. Savant is informed that there were only two surviving positive prints of the
film, both scarred, and even mixing and matching scenes did not produce an unblemished
copy. To make the few damaged moments play, Digital Video Noise Reduction (DVNR) was used,
resulting in a few instances of digital distraction. This is a case of a film rescued from
virtual extinction; The Asphyx actually plays very cleanly.
There are a lot of fringe DVDs out there that should not go unheralded and The Asphyx
is one of them. Surely a labor of love, All Day has once again done a major service to fans
with this genuinely eerie, civilized tale of terror. This summer they're promising a
series of German Mabuse
films from the 1960s, starting with the incredibly rare German original version of Fritz
Lang's last film, The 1,000 Eyes of Dr. Mabuse. Savant can't wait.
On a scale of Excellent, Good, Fair, and Poor,
The Asphyx rates:
Movie: Very Good, Excellent for Horror fans
Video: Good -
Sound: Good
Supplements: Pressbook clippings, text biographies and movie history
Packaging: Keep case
Reviewed: January 27, 1999
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