Sawney Bean on the big screen?

[headlessvulture]

So, for the Hjaral Gunder's Son story I'm working on right now, I use a stand-in for the Sawney Bean clan as my collective villain, and that has put me on a Sawney Bean kick in general.

I know the Ayrshire Cannibal has inspired movies like "The Hills Have Eyes," "Sawney: Flesh of Man," and "Lord of Darkness." But, much to my disappointment, none of them bring the Sawney Bean legend to life. I'm thinking a period horror-drama ... a "porridge Western," if you will. Sort of a Braveheart Meets the Texas Chainsaw Massacre kind of thing.

[Char-Vell]

[headlessvulture]

Apr 28, 2021 12:08:08 GMT -5 Char-Vell said:

[headlessvulture]

[headlessvulture]

It turns our "Lord of Darkness," and "Sawney: Flesh of Man" are the same movie. I've finally given in to my curiosity and rented it.

[zarono]

Not a movie but worth a read and you get a Frazetta cover as a bonus.

[headlessvulture]

I could read that. There's also a novella I'd like to read called "The Tale of Sawney Bean," which is supposed to be written from Sawney's own perspective.

[headlessvulture]

Here are a couple of relevant snippet from "Cannibals at Anwoth Fair" (working title)

They came out on a hill overlooking the wild, rocky coast: starkly beautiful at this distance. Sea-grass, ferns and nettles grew down the slopes nearly to the shore, where great boulders and cliffs seemed to challenge any who dared explore them.
He was taking a moment to enjoy the rugged setting when Jennett plucked at his arm with an anxious hand.
“Look there,” she said, pointing at a broad patch of sea-grass just below them. Uairraig glanced down the slope, noticing her low urgent tone, but rather puzzled by it.
“Some weeds waving in the wind is all,” he said. “Are ye feart because of what ye heard from that ---?”
Jennett cut him off as she sidled her mare as close to his side as she could manage. “I feel no breeze, Uairraig. Do you?”
He did not. It had been a still day, unusual for Caledon in the spring. And the whatever had been disturbing the sea-grass seemed to be coming closer.
As Uairraig reached for his crossbow, a chorus of shrieks and howls came from the woods behind them.

Hjaral is in the party that interrupts the attack, and he sees the following:

We crested a hill and beheld a waking nightmare. A riderless horse was screaming and lashing its hooves at a group of shambling figures that dodged and darted about it. Others surrounded a mounted man, while more clustered around something on the ground.
There were twoscore of them or more. They went about on two legs like humans, but there was something bestial in their snarls as they ran at the man and worried and tore at the thing on the ground. They wore cast-off rags and some bore weapons of some sort … a rusty scythe here, a hayfork with a broken handle there. Others made do with their nails and teeth.

[Char-Vell]

Apr 28, 2021 13:51:33 GMT -5 headlessvulture said:

Here are a couple of relevant snippet from "Cannibals at Anwoth Fair" (working title)

They came out on a hill overlooking the wild, rocky coast: starkly beautiful at this distance. Sea-grass, ferns and nettles grew down the slopes nearly to the shore, where great boulders and cliffs seemed to challenge any who dared explore them.
He was taking a moment to enjoy the rugged setting when Jennett plucked at his arm with an anxious hand.
“Look there,” she said, pointing at a broad patch of sea-grass just below them. Uairraig glanced down the slope, noticing her low urgent tone, but rather puzzled by it.
“Some weeds waving in the wind is all,” he said. “Are ye feart because of what ye heard from that ---?”
Jennett cut him off as she sidled her mare as close to his side as she could manage. “I feel no breeze, Uairraig. Do you?”
He did not. It had been a still day, unusual for Caledon in the spring. And the whatever had been disturbing the sea-grass seemed to be coming closer.
As Uairraig reached for his crossbow, a chorus of shrieks and howls came from the woods behind them.

Hjaral is in the party that interrupts the attack, and he sees the following:

We crested a hill and beheld a waking nightmare. A riderless horse was screaming and lashing its hooves at a group of shambling figures that dodged and darted about it. Others surrounded a mounted man, while more clustered around something on the ground.
There were twoscore of them or more. They went about on two legs like humans, but there was something bestial in their snarls as they ran at the man and worried and tore at the thing on the ground. They wore cast-off rags and some bore weapons of some sort … a rusty scythe here, a hayfork with a broken handle there. Others made do with their nails and teeth.

Nice!

[headlessvulture]

Apr 28, 2021 15:09:42 GMT -5 Char-Vell said:

Apr 28, 2021 13:51:33 GMT -5 headlessvulture said:

Here are a couple of relevant snippet from "Cannibals at Anwoth Fair" (working title)

They came out on a hill overlooking the wild, rocky coast: starkly beautiful at this distance. Sea-grass, ferns and nettles grew down the slopes nearly to the shore, where great boulders and cliffs seemed to challenge any who dared explore them.
He was taking a moment to enjoy the rugged setting when Jennett plucked at his arm with an anxious hand.
“Look there,” she said, pointing at a broad patch of sea-grass just below them. Uairraig glanced down the slope, noticing her low urgent tone, but rather puzzled by it.
“Some weeds waving in the wind is all,” he said. “Are ye feart because of what ye heard from that ---?”
Jennett cut him off as she sidled her mare as close to his side as she could manage. “I feel no breeze, Uairraig. Do you?”
He did not. It had been a still day, unusual for Caledon in the spring. And the whatever had been disturbing the sea-grass seemed to be coming closer.
As Uairraig reached for his crossbow, a chorus of shrieks and howls came from the woods behind them.

Hjaral is in the party that interrupts the attack, and he sees the following:

We crested a hill and beheld a waking nightmare. A riderless horse was screaming and lashing its hooves at a group of shambling figures that dodged and darted about it. Others surrounded a mounted man, while more clustered around something on the ground.
There were twoscore of them or more. They went about on two legs like humans, but there was something bestial in their snarls as they ran at the man and worried and tore at the thing on the ground. They wore cast-off rags and some bore weapons of some sort … a rusty scythe here, a hayfork with a broken handle there. Others made do with their nails and teeth.

Nice!Thanks! Update: I saw "Sawney: Flesh of Man," and ... what a fuggin' splatterfest! For those of you who have not seen it but might be curious, I'd really not recommend it shortly before or after you eat.