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On Loca­tion: The rur­al man­sion from Night of the Demon

13 Mar 2021

Words by Adam Scovell

Car driving through countryside; Stately mansion; Lakeside with gazebo; Stately home on grounds
Car driving through countryside; Stately mansion; Lakeside with gazebo; Stately home on grounds
Jacques Tourneur’s clas­sic take on MR James’ Goth­ic chiller makes use of a part­ly-fic­tion­al Eng­lish estate.

Night of the Demon was a shift away from the usu­al prac­tices of its direc­tor, Jacques Tourneur. The macabre mae­stro, with the sup­port of pro­duc­er Val Lew­ton, had rein­vig­o­rat­ed Hol­ly­wood hor­ror with stu­dio-bound psy­cho­log­i­cal ter­rors like Cat Peo­ple and I Walked with a Zom­bie. Leav­ing Lewton’s stew­ard­ship, Tourneur changed his meth­ods of sto­ry­telling; final­ly show­ing the mon­ster and, more impres­sive­ly, using an array of real locations.

Based on MR James’ haunt­ing short sto­ry, Cast­ing the Runes, Tourneur and scriptwrit­ers Charles Ben­nett and Hal E Chester expand­ed on James’ sto­ry and pro­vid­ed it with a scale that took in a vari­ety of places, from haunt­ed woods, stone cir­cles and coun­try manors to lav­ish Thames-side hotels and the British Museum.

Tourneur’s film ren­ders James’ orig­i­nal sto­ry as an urban noir of sorts, except the mur­der­er in this case has weaponised the dark arts. We fol­low an Amer­i­can pro­fes­sor of psy­chol­o­gy John Hold­en (Dana Andrews) who is fly­ing to Lon­don to talk at a con­fer­ence, denounc­ing the prac­tices of a cult led by Julian Kar­swell (Niall McGui­ness). On arriv­ing, he finds that his col­league Pro­fes­sor Hen­ry Har­ring­ton (Mau­rice Den­ham) has been killed under seem­ing­ly sus­pi­cious circumstances.

With the help of Harrington’s daugh­ter Joan­na (Peg­gy Cum­mins), the trail leads him back to Kar­swell and his unwa­ver­ing belief in his own pow­ers. In the British Muse­um, Kar­swell pass­es a runic curse to Hold­en, giv­ing him only a few days before a sup­posed demon will kill him. But will Holden’s scep­ti­cism be the death of him or will he realise the true pow­er unleashed by Kar­swell that lies beyond sci­en­tif­ic understanding?

Night of the Demon is a film full of con­trasts. On the one hand, it opens with shots of Stone­henge in Wilt­shire, fea­tured lat­er dur­ing a vis­it to the site in the days when you could dri­ve direct­ly up to the mon­u­ment. Even its most famous moment occurs in the dark­ened woods with Harrington’s famous, record­ed cry of It’s in the trees, it’s com­ing!” This cer­tain­ly gives the impres­sion of a more rur­al film when the real­i­ty behind the vast major­i­ty of its loca­tions is more bal­anced. Lon­don looks espe­cial­ly men­ac­ing, the shad­owy palette usu­al­ly reserved for crime cin­e­ma applied with bril­liance. Whether in water­front hotels, des­o­late train sta­tions or the British Muse­um, it feels like some­thing is stalk­ing in the dark­ness of the film.

Scenic landscape with a body of water, stone balustrade, and buildings in the distance against a cloudy sky.

One of the more unusu­al loca­tions used in the film is Lufford Hall, or Lufford Abbey as it’s called in James’ sto­ry, a vast and sprawl­ing manor sup­pos­ed­ly in War­wick­shire where Kar­swell lives with his moth­er (Athene Seyler). There’s some­thing dis­tinct­ly omi­nous about the whole build­ing in spite of Kar­swell casu­al­ly refer­ring to it as his place in the coun­try”. We first see the build­ing at night when Har­ring­ton tries to plead with Kar­swell one last time in order to call off the demon.

At night, the build­ing looks exact­ly like the dwelling of an evil man, height­ened fur­ther by casu­al asser­tions lat­er on that the build­ing is paid for by Karswell’s fol­low­ers (per­haps by peo­ple he threat­ens with death by demon or his array of rich fol­low­ers). Lat­er on, the woods around the hall are par­tic­u­lar­ly ter­ri­fy­ing, seem­ing­ly guard­ed by the demon from tres­passers as Hold­en tries to obtain the book that may pro­vide the solu­tion to his curse.

The build­ing becomes unusu­al­ly more ter­ri­fy­ing dur­ing the day as, when the view­er final­ly gets a good glimpse of it, Kar­swell is not sim­ply pot­ter­ing about or read­ing a book; he is dressed as a clown and putting on a show for the local chil­dren of the vil­lage. This is a piv­otal point in the orig­i­nal sto­ry as, after one of Karswell’s par­ty tricks designed to stop local chil­dren from enter­ing the prop­er­ty scares them half wit­less, the local fathers want to smash every win­dow’ of the hall.

In Tourneur’s ver­sion, we see this par­ty unfold though it occurs slight­ly dif­fer­ent­ly. The magi­cian is in his clown garb when Hold­en and Joan­na arrive. Kar­swell demon­strates his pow­ers by call­ing up a breeze that dis­rupts the whole par­ty, leaf storms forc­ing every­one from the grounds into the build­ing for shel­ter. Day or night, Lufford Hall is an unnerv­ing place.

Stately manor house with red brick facade, surrounded by trees and lawn, with a winding path leading to the building.

In real­i­ty, Lufford Hall is actu­al­ly Brock­et Hall in Hert­ford­shire on the rur­al side of Wel­wyn Gar­den City. The hall is Grade I list­ed due to its age and design, being built in the mid 1700s on a site that has housed large prop­er­ties since the 1200s. Being an atmos­pher­ic locale, the hall has fea­tured heav­i­ly in film and tele­vi­sion, from The Queen to episodes of Poirot, Pride & Prej­u­dice and Inspec­tor Morse.

The house also has a long­stand­ing his­to­ry with the aris­toc­ra­cy, fit­ting for a vil­lain­ous occult leader’s domain. In recent years, the hall has been leased by a Hong Kong com­pa­ny who turned it into a golf and gen­er­al leisure retreat after the third Baron Brock­et went to jail for insur­ance fraud in the 1990s.

Either way, the devel­op­ment work on the build­ing has done lit­tle to change the atmos­phere cap­tured in Tourneur’s film and I would wager that even the most deter­mined of hol­i­day­ing golfers would think twice before ven­tur­ing into the scrub­by wood­land around in search of shots gone wide. Who knows what ter­rors could be lurk­ing beyond the fairway.

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