Gwaed ar y Ser (Wil Aaron, 1975)

 

As in the joke about the piano-playing dog, one was probably never supposed to ask whether the 1975 Welsh-language Gwaed ar y Ser (Blood on the Stars) is any good, it being miracle enough that it exists at all. Lasting only about an hour, the premise is of a serial killer knocking off the line-up for an upcoming night’s entertainment at a village hall, the joke being that the victims were indeed at the time relative “stars” within the tiny confines of Welsh-language culture. The film places an uncertain foot in the folk-horror genre, the killer himself being less malign than the local kids’ choir that he notionally conducts, the threat from which will seemingly outlive his inevitable arrest. But any potential creepiness is swamped by a haphazard shooting style, scattershot jokiness and massive tonal uncertainty, devoting too much time to a way-over-the-top lead detective, and allowing minor characters to prattle on at pointless length. As a medium for the Welsh language, the film spans everything from ornate oracular eloquence to English-infused vernacular, and it dispatches with its celebrities in a varied bunch of ways, from a live-on-air DJ opening a package containing a deadly snake, to a folk singer whose dead body is found painted green (a sight the camera dwells on with particular relish), to a harpist electrocuted by her own instrument (after she leads a visitor through a gluttonous and mostly very starchy-looking cornucopia of local delicacies). Stuffed with in-jokes and references that probably barely resonated with its target audience (to the extent that one can imagine one) even at the time, the film was hardly designed to meet any kind of test of time; the bizarre fact of it popping up fifty years later on a Canadian streaming service seems then like a crazed vindication of sorts.