In 1982, cult film fave Tobe Hooper got his shot at the big time. He was already an infamous character and major figure in the horror film world thanks to his first film, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. He enjoyed some mainstream success as the director of the original made for television Salem’s Lot, a movie that made a whole generation of children afraid to look out a second story bedroom window. A year after Salem’s Lot, Hooper got a plum job directing a big-budget horror film to be produced by Steven Spielberg. Fans were excited to see what the king of survival horror could do with a Spielberg size budget. Unfortunately, whatever it was he was going to do never came to be.

The stories about the creative differences between Hooper and Spielberg on the set of Poltergeist are the stuff of horror film legend, and the evidence of the finished product leaves no doubt as to who’s will prevailed. Depending on who you believe, Hooper either capitulated to Spielberg’s demands for a less horrific horror movie, or he was undercut by Spielberg who strong-armed Hooper out of the director’s chair when Hooper’s work proved too dark, or Hooper simply wasn’t up to the task of handling such a large budget and Spielberg had to step in and save everything. All that matters, ultimately, is that we got a Steven Spielberg film, not a Tobe Hooper film. Luckily, this was a Spielberg film from the time when Spielberg would still melt faces and explode heads on screen.

Of course, there was some question as to what a Tobe Hooper film even looked like. Everyone identified him with The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but it was unlikely he would have kept making that type of movie forever. And Funhouse had its moments but flew under the radar of most people. Still reeling somewhat from the Poltergeist experience, Hooper set out to show us what a proper Tobe Hooper horror film would look like, again with a decent budget (at least compared to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre) and this time without the most powerful man in entertainment breathing down his neck. With money from the patron saints Golan and Globus at Cannon Films, Hooper packed up, headed off to London, and began work on an adaptation of a book called The Space Vampires by well-known British writer Colin Wilson. The adaptation eventually became known as Lifeforce.

Lifeforce is another one of those horror movies, like Alien and, later, Event Horizon, that wrapped itself in science fiction marketing. It’s also another one of those movies that lots of people seem to loathe but I predictably love — and not just because of Mathilda May, though there’s no arguing that she doesn’t hurt. It’s referred to by some as a rip-off of Hammer’s Five Million Years to Earth, aka Quatermass and the Pit (one of my all-time favorites, by the way), with a little bit of Night of the Living Dead thrown in, plus probably some Planet of the Vampires. And pretty much every movie that could was ripping off Alien at that point as well, so we might as well through that one onto the pile too, especially since Dan O’Bannon wrote the script for both it and Lifeforce (and later, Return of the Living Dead). Lifeforce does contain bits and pieces of all those films, but it mixes everything up into a completely loopy sci-fi horror tale featuring a perpetually nude female lead and an exploding Patrick Stewart. It’s a movie that’s overdue for a little love.

It’s 1984, and NASA has partnered with whatever organization it is that puts British people and their Harris Tweed spacesuits (I assume) in space for a joint mission to Haley’s Comet as it swoops by Earth and reminds us that Mark Twain has been dead since the last time the comet passed by. Ahh, Haley’s Comet. Like a lot of kids who grew up in the late 70s and 80s, I was enamored with space travel and assumed we’d be off this rock any day now, flying to Mars while listening to Enoch Light and drinking Tang cocktails. You have to remember, this was back when America still at least partially gave a shit about science or space travel or, well, doing anything other than watching deep-fried butter eating competitions. The world got into a Haley’s Comet frenzy in 1984, with a little bit of the “it’s a herald for the end of the world” insanity thrown in to keep things fun. No TV news commentator could agree on whether “Haley” was pronounced with a long or short “a,” but remember that this was also the era when American news anchors decided they were going to pronounce “harassment” as “HARE-ess-ment,” because someone somewhere heard a British person do that. Pity we didn’t also go in for “a-loo-minny-um.”

Then came the fateful day when the comet could be seen, and rather than being some giant, fiery smear across the sky, it was just a tiny dot. My disappointment was substantial, though considerably less than when our elementary school class had an all day “solar eclipse” party where we got to build our own solar ovens and cook hot dogs while watching the sun be blotted out entirely from the sky, causing people to go mad while the earth split open and spewed forth an army of dinosaurs. Only, it wasn’t that dramatic, you had to “watch” the eclipse via some shadow projector I think involved paper towel tubes lest you burn out your eyes, and cooking a hot dog in a shoebox covered with a-loo-minny-um foil takes like an hour, even on a sunny day.

Anyway, back to the movie. What starts out as a mere “scoop some space dust” research mission soon takes on a more complicated dimension when Colonel Tom Carlsen (Steve Railsback, Helter Skelter) and his crew detect a massive object in the comet’s tail. Further investigation reveals the object to be a space ship. Shortly after an expedition discovers human looking occupants in the ship, all contact between the shuttle crew and Earth is cut off. A month later, the shuttle returns to earthspace. The crew is dead, and Carlsen is missing entirely, but the human bodies — two stark naked men and one stark naked woman (guess which of the three gets the most screen time) — recovered from the alien spaceship are perfectly preserved. They are transferred to a research facility where, through the magic of flashing blue lightning and a wind machine (I guess Hooper had at least something he liked about Poltergeist), the aliens are revived and start sucking the life out of any human on whom they can get their hands.

Eventually, Carlsen falls back to Earth in an escape pod, and the whole grisly story of what happened on the shuttle and of the nature of the three aliens is revealed. Carlsen, as obsessed with protecting the female alien (Mathilda May, who has to be the very final word in otherworldly allure) as he is with destroying her, teams up with British SAS officer Colin Caine (Peter Firth) to track down the three “space vampires,” who are leaving a trail of corpses in their wake as they suck youth and health from humans and manage to emit a weird hypnotic aura that is slowly infecting the entire city of London with a zombie-like madness straight out of Quatermass. Along the way, they interact with a number of characters who seem so perfunctory to the plot that I can’t even remember what it was they were doing. But one of them is Patrick Stewart, and his face explodes.

There are plenty of parents who would argue against the suggestion that Poltergeist was a family friendly horror film, what with the maggot meat, face ripping, corpses exploding from the ground, and that creepy, creepy Zelda Rubenstein. And I’d say those parents have a point, though mine were cool with me seeing it when I was ten.Tobe Hooper, however, must have really wanted to go in the opposite direction, so he packs Lifeforce with an immeasurable amount of full frontal female nudity and exploding Patrick Stewarts, something for which we kids were even more thankful for than the face ripping scene in Poltergeist. I’m not a parent and have no interest in being one, but it probably allows whatever pushy “family values” activist group that does such things to breathe a sigh of relief that there isn’t me out there with a young child going, “What? Why wouldn’t I let my kid watch John Carpenter’s The Thing?” On the other hand, maybe I will forbid them from watching sexy, gory, awesome movies simply so they know the joy of sneaking around and watching those movies anyway. It’s a low-impact rebellion, and you learn valuable skills. I’m sure that part of the reason I have any sort of technical know-how these days stems from learning to program a VCR when I was in the sixth grade so I could clandestinely tape and watch Barbarian Queen.

Mathilda May’s vampire is supposed to be strange and ethereal, and her acting is suitably distant and alien while being totally hypnotic. There is absolutely no way for me not to understand how Colonel Carlsen comes to be in her thrall. That scene where she first wakes up, sits bolt upright, letting the sheet fall away from her — come on! I swear it’s not all about her nudity — though I’ve never heard anyone complain about that either. Well, no one worth listening to. Beyond this movie, I know almost nothing of her career other than, predictably, the movie The Tit and the Moon, which is mostly about a little boy who becomes obsessed with Mathilda May’s naked breasts. Talk about a protagonist I could relate to. Oh yeah she was in the lukewarm Bruce Willis espionage film The Jackal. She had and continues to have a healthy career (and still looks totally fab), but not in any genres I frequent. Sadly, the two male vampires have no character whatsoever, and as willing as Hooper is to flaunt May’s body, he doesn’t do the same for his two vapid male ghouls. Full frontal male makes a token appearance from time to time, but there’s definitely no equality.

Peter Firth as Colin Caine made it almost impossible to write this review without frequently typing his name as Colin Firth. Anyway, he goes through the entire movie looking like he just bit into a lemon right as someone told him his unmarried teenage daughter was pregnant. The entire “space vampires sucking the life out of people and turning London into a massive pit of crazed zombies and flashy blue lights” phenomenon seems more to irritate him than terrify him, like he’s a sullen ten-year-old boy and this horrible apocalypse is an aunt trying to give him a kiss. He’s so lovably weary of the whole ordeal, and he looks so cool in his turtleneck and leather jacket, that his is easily the second best performance after Mathilda’s breasts.

Steve Railsback just sort of “is” in this movie. He’s not bad, and it’s not that he isn’t trying, but his character is supposed to be perpetually out of it and confused. It doesn’t make for a sparkling turn, and he’s lucky to be paired with Firth’s vast collection of sneers and sourpuss faces. The rest of the cast is, well, most of them are British, and no matter what crap you give them to perform, British actors go about it with able competence. They are all veterans, and it’s fun to see critically lauded legends like Frank Finlay having a go at such outlandish material but totally giving it their all. You frequently see respectable Americans slumming it without any effort, which always pisses me off. So the movie is bad. So you don’t like the craft services table. You’re still getting paid, and we’re still paying to see you, so suck it up and do your job, Richard Widmark and Jason Robards. Conversely, respectable Brit swill constantly appear in the most godawful crap but still handle the part professionally. Frank Finlay here, for example, or the entirety of Britain’s collection of honored stage actors in Caligula.

Hooper’s direction is good, and the special effects are…well, it’s obvious that his movie or not, he learned a lot from Spielberg and Poltergeist. There’s a lot of blue light shooting all over the place. Some of the sets are pretty great, too. The vast interior of the vampires’ spaceship is wonderful, ridiculous visual joke that it may be (a long reddish-pink tunnel down which float a group of white-clad “astronauts.” I guess Dan O’Bannon didn’t exorcise all his vagina dentata demons with Aliens. But the real star effect has to be the sprawling scenes of London in flames, hearkening back to the finale of Quatermass and the Pit. There’s a weak matte shot or two, but for the most part, they’re fantastic. Hooper pulls off a truly city-wide apocalyptic feel on a fraction of the budget possessed by men like Spielberg. Golan and Globus productions are known for a lot of things, but looking expensive is not one of them. So the best compliment I can pay to Lifeforce is that it doesn’t look like a Cannon film. It played in movie theaters, and it looks like it belongs in movie theaters (even if it performed poorly in them).

This is partly thanks to Hooper’s fleet-footedness as a director, and partly thanks to cinematographer Alan Hume. Hume was a major talent, having worked previously on Hammer films, about eight thousand of the fifty billion “Carry On…” films that England produced, The Avengers television series, and more contemporary to Lifeforce, Return of the Jedi (which, say what you might about the story, was wonderfully composed) and three James Bond films — For Your Eyes Only, Octopussy, and A View to a Kill. He even had ample experience trying to make something epic on a minuscule budget, having worked with director Kevin Connor on the many low-budget adventure films he made at Amicus Studios during its final days. This was a man with a good eye, and he makes this low-budget Cannon Film oddity look great.

Much of this film’s crew is composed of “how the hell did they get him” workers. For instance, the music is by Henry Mancini. Really? How the hell did Cannon snag him? I mean, I was watching a ridiculous SyFy Channel movie the other day that had music by Lalo Schifren, and I wondered how the hell they got him — until I saw that the director was named Ryan Schifrin — Lalo’s son. But how did Cannon secure the services of Henry Mancini for a naked space chick horror movie? And furthermore, why would you hire Henry Mancini then, in the theatrical cut of the film, replace most of his music.

Effects wizard John Dykstra is another heavyweight helping lend this film a look far beyond what one expects from Cannon. Dykstra was just coming off a stint in relatively effects-free movies like Star Trek: The Motion Picture, Battlestar Galactica, and Star Wars, so you can understand why he’d want to flex his muscle here. He does a pretty great job, and while some of the effects may look dodgy, they were state-of-the-art for the time. Working with Dykstra and Hume to make this look like a real movie was production designer John Graysmark, who worked on small-scale movies like Lawrence of Arabia and 2001: A Space Odyssey. Lifeforce boasts some really impressive miniature work. The animatronic and puppeteer driven corpses that pop up here and there aren’t “realistic” per se, but they do look appropriately zombie-ish and look a lot like the effects on screenwriter Dan O’Bannon’s directorial project from the same year, Return of the Living Dead. You could basically swap them out for each other and be none the wiser.

Speaking of O’Bannon, his script here is generally good if obviously flawed. He keeps things moving along, and there are bits of wit and black humor, but it’s nothing compared to his work in Alien or Return of the Living Dead. Lifeforce too often slips into sloppiness in the rush to put more weird shit up on screen. Chief among the offenses is how the powers possessed by the vampires seem to change whenever the plot needs them to. They can mind control, but they can’t apparently mind control everyone (Peter Firth just wades through all the carnage without ever once letting space vampire mind tricks remove his desire to make annoyed faces). Mathilda May can apparently not just do mind control, but can actually take over someone’s body if she needs to and cause Patrick Stewart to vomit up her bloody apparition. I also like the scene where they slap Patrick Stewart around to get him out from under the space girl’s spell, and when he finally awakens as himself, they yell at him to let them speak to her inside him. Stewart really takes a beating in this one.

In fact, much of the dialogue is terrible in almost Ed Woodsian way. “She’s looking for a man. Any man. A healthy man.” Luckily, no matter how bad O’Bannon’s words may be, the stolid British cast delivers with all the solemn gravitas of the greatest dialogue ever written. However, one thing O’Bannon does well is make the vampires, naked or not, seem like a substantial threat. Their ghoulishness starts out small, but it gets bigger and bigger and you really start to believe that they are a major threat to humanity. And maybe the flexible nature of their power contributes to this. No one really has any idea exactly what the vampires can do or what it is they want with us. It helps sell the desperation, and ultimately the mass destruction, of the situation and create some real tension during the finale. I think the film is hectic enough that the plot holes and weak writing get snowed over pretty easily. I really don’t mind, since Hooper and O’Bannon keep things entertaining.

Lifeforce was the point to which Cannon had always been building. All those cheap action films, all those ninja movies — it was all building up the war chest to make a movie as large-scale and “big” budget as this. This was Cannon’s tentpole picture, the one that would legitimize them. Unfortunately for Hooper and Cannon, Lifeforce was a dud. Critics panned it, and people who went to see it mostly thought they were going to see a Star Wars-y space adventure, not a movie packed with nudity, gore, and zombies. Even Hooper fans, keen to see what he could do without all the “let’s hug!” family aspects of Poltergeist, didn’t embrace the movie, finding it either still too polished or just too weird. Mostly, as was and continues to be his curse, they found it “not anything like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”

The movie made around half of it’s estimated $25 million budget, which is maybe why they never gave a movie this big (for them) a budget again. The film was trimmed against Hooper’s wishes from 116 minutes (itself down from Hooper’s original 128 minutes) to 101 minutes. At the box office, it lost out to another sci-fi film with a lot of blue lighty stuff in it, Cocoon — which didn’t feature full frontal nude space girls but did feature topless Wilford Brimley and at least a little fan service for the kids, in the form of Tahnee Welch’s naked bum. It did find new life on cable TV, which is where I saw it, but even then it never developed more than a small — but weirdly dedicated — cult following, of which I am proudly a member.

Among cult film fans, it’s known mostly as the film that destroyed Cannon. Though the studio survived for several more years, they never recovered from the financial ruin and bitterness caused by Lifeforce. Hooper managed a couple more directing jobs as part of his deal with Cannon — a pretty good remake of Invaders from Mars, and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 which…well…it has its fans. After that, he was relegated to the ranks of for-hire TV directors, emerging occasionally to get horror fans’ hopes up by directing a new feature film, then inevitably disappointing them.

Kind of a shame. I don’t think Hooper is a bad director at all. He’s directed some bad films, but those have been bad on levels other than the direction most of the time, so it’s not entirely fair to saddle him with the blame — just as it’s not fair to expect everything he does to be as stripped down and visceral as The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, a film that could only be made once (as the sequels prove). And at the end of the day, I’d rather watch Lifeforce. Yes, it lacks the stark, survivalist terror of Hooper’s debut, but it’s also much more entertaining to me. I don’t like it just because I like that Hooper was “trying something different.” I like it because I like it. I watch it at least once a year and like it more every time. It’s weird, with a creepy, decadent atmosphere and a spirited cast of British stalwarts anchored by Peter Firth making “I just stepped in poo” faces throughout the whole thing.

Release Year: 1985 | Country: England | Starring: Steve Railsback, Peter Firth, Frank Finlay, Mathilda May, Patrick Stewart, Michael Gothard, Nicholas Ball, Aubrey Morris, Nancy Paul, John Hallam, John Keegan, Chris Jagger, Bill Malin | Screenplay: Dan O’Bannon, Don Jakoby | Director: Tobe Hooper | Cinematography: Alan Hume | Music: Henry Mancini | Producer: Yoram Globus, Menahem Golan

17 thoughts on “Lifeforce”

  1. “And Funhouse had its moments”
    What were they? It’s seriously one of the worst movies ever. SOOOOOO boring! Even in most bad horror movies something happens…not so in Funhouse. It’s not even so bad it’s good, it’s just so bad it should be buried in the New Mexico desert alongside the pit full of Atari ET carts.

  2. My defense of Funhouse is intensely personal. Aside from always having thought that it would be awesome to live in a carnival spookhouse, the scenes of the creepy Frankenstein costume guy lumbering around outside the ride — he looks and acts exactly like the Frankenstein lumbering around outside the House of Frankenstein Wax Museum in Lake George, and I love that place.

  3. “people who went to see it mostly thought they were going to see a Star Wars-y space adventure, not a movie packed with nudity, gore, and zombies”

    Perhaps they should have tried a Star Wars-y space adventure WITH nudity, gore, and zombies. Seriously, why should weird horrific invasions target only Earth and not any other planets? Instead of Colonel Tom Carlsen and his crew, they could have gone with Substitute Han Solo (Fritz Duet?) and HIS crew. Oh well.

  4. Im mixed on “Lifeforce”. It has many great elements about it, many of which surprised me (the film, at the absolute least, was better than I expected). But I dunno…I have a problem with movies that remind me too much of different kinds of movie. Like recently I saw that new “Three Musketeers” movie, and they have the main kid quote the ‘you offended my mule’ speach from “Fistful of Dollars”. I found it distracting, as the source material was too different.

    With “Lifeforce”, I was bugged at how it goes from “Alien” rip-off to “Quatermass and the Pit” rip-off. Oddly, I love both movies, like many of their rip-offs and think Tobe Hooper ripped them off excellently, but together…I just didn’t think they clicked.

    But I do think the strengths outweigh the weaknesses. Tobe really did have talent, although he continuously made mistakes. I cant stand Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, and that has Dennis Hopper wielding two chainsaws against Leatherface, which should make the film the coolest thing of all time.

  5. I actually sort of love this movie, it’s an almost perfect b-movie: It’s loud, has some gore, nudity and violence. Who could ask for anything more?

  6. The main thing I love about Lifeforce is that they somehow managed to make a big budget film about psychic vampire space-invaders and then top themselves by including every single thing that you would hope to find in such a film, rather than just sticking with one terrible plot thread that nobody actually cares about and hoping the nudity would sell it. And somehow (sort of) the plot hangs together, and the movie manages to have at least half a brain. Which makes it a great snag on video, even if it’s probably also the reason it failed at the cinemas.

    Well. That, and the line “It’ll be much less terrifying if you just come to me”.

    Which reminds me. I also like the implication that Caine is either too business-like, too British, or, possibly, too gay, to be susceptible. I really wish Lifeforce had done well enough to convince Golan & Globus that financing a series of films following Caine’s adventures was a good idea.

  7. i absolutely love this movie. and every time i go out i say to my wife “here i go” in that way frank findlay does as he buys it at the end – she has no idea what i’m talking about

  8. Lifeforce.

    It has:

    a) London exploding

    b) a great opening and end theme

    What’s not to like?

    Oh and…

    c) Mathilda May :)

  9. Just watched this again for the first time in, what, a decade and a half? Was surprised by how good it was actually, was sort of expecting to find it didn’t live up to my teenage memories but if anything it’s better than I remember. I like how despite all the crazy stuff it takes itself seriously and doesn’t do that psuedo-ironic ‘ho ho isn’t this all a bit silly we don’t really mean it’ thing.
    It got even better when I realised part-way that the brilliant Colonel Caine was played by the chap who went on to be Harry Pearce in Spooks.

  10. It’s a decent movie but almost shows why Spielberg had to intervene…and I doubt it was because Tobe was making the movie too dark. I like some of the guys’ movies, but what I like about them is that in a sense they’re terrible…take Eaten Alive. It’s at the same time completely batshit insane, yet sort of boring because the same stuff keeps happening over and over to a group of barely-there characters. I like Funhouse for the atmosphere but realistically speaking, it’s a little bad. Lifeforce has some good stuff but it’s pretty terrible. And as you note in your review, they had to cut almost half an hour to get to the “good” version. So what are THOSE scenes like?

  11. Count me in as one of those oddballs who loves this film. I never saw it as an “Alien” or “Quartermass” rip off (mind you, I didn’t see “Quartermass And The Pit” until the mid 90’s whereas I first saw “Lifeforce” in about 1988 thanks to a local television station that had no problem with showing full nudity as long as it was after 10:00 in the evening – thanks CKVU!) but, not knowing when I first saw it that it was based on a Colin Wilson book, I did think it was at least partly inspired by A.E. Van Vogt’s “Asylum”. Given the similarities between “Alien” and Van Vogt’s “Black Destroyer” I’d be willing to bet that O’Bannon read both those stories.

    I just wish they had hired Nicholas Courtney to play one of the British soldiers. In fact whenever I watch this movie part of my mind is always trying to see some of the roles as being filled with “Dr. Who” alumni. Sort of the same way in that whenever I watch a 50’s “B” science fiction film, no matter who is actually in the movie, my subconscious keeps trying to convince me that the Scientist! is being played by Peter Graves…

    As for what was cut from Hooper’s 128 minutes, so far as I know it was about 12 minutes of space shuttle stuff to get it to 116 minutes and then they cut another 15 minutes of nudity and violence for the North American market. Decide for yourselves if that’s a good or a bad thing.

    P.S. It’s pronounced more like “al-ew-min-ee-um”

  12. I love LifeForce unreservedly, but there is one minor error in the write-up – it’s one that often gets made, for some reason. Colin Caine is not a police “inspector”, he’s a colonel in the SAS, which is even pointed out in the dialogue.

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