RAISED IN FEAR: Who Can Kill a Child?

RAISED IN FEAR: Who Can Kill a Child?


children is one of those bourgeois activities that leave me baffled, like
playing golf, eating sushi, or watching Downton Abbey.  Although I remain on speaking terms with
friends who, regretfully, choose to have children, there’s no denying the gulf
that separates the baby-haves and the baby-have-nots. And there’s nothing like the chill that grips
me when couples my wife and I have known for years, and who always claimed they
would remain child-free, suddenly announce: “We’re going to have a baby!”  From that point on all previous conversations
about how annoying kids are will be forgotten, to be replaced with the silent
assumption: yes, but ours are different. 
At such moments I turn to horror films for solace, and while Village of the Damned, The Brood, and The Omen all help, there’s only one film that truly captures the
experience of being trapped in a world of children and those who adore them.

Who Can Kill a Child (1976) is a
relatively obscure Spanish horror film directed by Narcisco Ibanez Serrador,
but it should be much better known, and not only by people like me, who are sick
of having to pretend to be awed by how wonderful children are. It is a challenging, confrontational work
that raises difficult questions concerning overpopulation, inequality, and the
nature of evil. The film tells the story
of an English couple vacationing on the Spanish coast as they enjoy their last
weeks of freedom before a very pregnant Evelyn gives birth to their third
child.  Distracted by the noise and
crowds of Benavis, where a festival is being held, they rent a boat and go
alone to the island of Almanzora, which they find strangely deserted, except
for occasional bands of vacantly smiling children, who grow increasingly
threatening, and eventually homicidal. While the premise is admittedly unoriginal, if tantalizing, the power of
the narrative emerges through its sense of quiet unease, complex character
development, and provocative intrusions of topical and historical sound bytes
into the film’s otherwise eerily isolated world.

Taking its cue from the Mondo Cane films—those
pseudo-documentary films of the sixties and seventies that shocked audiences
with their depiction of violent rituals and grotesque behavior from around the
world—Who Can Kill a Child’s opening
credit sequence runs over a disturbing montage of twentieth-century atrocities,
beginning with the Holocaust and spiraling through numerous wars and civil
conflicts, in each case emphasizing the overwhelming toll on children.
  Disturbingly, the sound of children’s
laughter can be heard over the grim stock footage, as well as a child humming a
haunting melody reminiscent of Krzysztof Komeda’s indelible theme to Rosemary’s Baby. As the death roll finally reaches its height, we cut to black and white footage of barely clad children crouching
in the dirt, which seems to signal another abject image of orphaned destitution
until the camera pulls back, transforming to bright color footage of a beach
crowded by leisurely European tourists. This striking contrast
underscores the film’s later meditations on the thin borderlines between
comfort and chaos.

As Evelyn
and her husband Tom later enjoy the spectacle of a local parade, they discover
that their camera has run out of film and duck into a shop.  As they wait for the clerk to bring their
rolls of Kodak, they turn to a television on the counter, broadcasting
footage of a massacre in Bangkok. When
the clerk returns, he shrugs and observes: “The world is crazy. In the end the ones who suffer the most are
the children. From war: the
children. From famine: the children.” It
is an observation that will echo in the English couple’s minds as their
vacation continues. After making this
morose speech, however, the clerk smiles and says: “What a lovely day to take
pictures!” In the following scene, disturbingly enough,
Evelyn wades in the ocean while Tom tries to snap her picture. The thin membrane between the first world
privilege that safeguards their “lovely day” and the disorder that lurks beyond
their borders is suddenly broken by an ambiguous disturbance in the distance, a
disturbance that is later revealed to be a body washing ashore. These early scenes are loaded with many such
moments of horror lurking just beyond the vacationers’ perception.

The answer to the question of why a film that is about to present us with packs of homicidal
children is so preoccupied with reminding us how vulnerable children are in a
treacherously unstable global economy remains ambiguous, but some hints seem to
be given in the conversations between Tom and Evelyn on the night before their boat
trip.  As they walk down a crowded
street, Tom asks, “Would you like to sit down?” and she replies, “Where, it’s
so crowded.”  Looking down at her
pregnant belly, he observes: “Well, we’re not helping the situation, are
we?”  Later, as Tom broods over the
events of the day, he recounts a story from Fellini’s La Dolce Vita about a man who kills his two children, his wife, and
later himself. When Evelyn asks why, he
answers, “I imagine he was trying to save his children from the future.”  This prompts his wife to mention that they
were almost going to “kill this one,” pointing to her belly, and asks if he’s
glad they didn’t.  Tom doesn’t seem
entirely sure, and he equivocates that they had two children already, before
reassuring his wife as they go to sleep. 
Such scenes suggest a certain parallel, if not complicity, between their
household population and the rest of the world’s.  Overpopulation, the film indicates, is a problem we like to
project onto other countries when it often happens under our very noses, and it
is our privileged, first world children who are going to leave the largest
carbon footprint, and consume the most resources, indirectly fueling the
violent conflicts that hover around drought and famine like flies.

All this
might seem like a rather ponderous set-up for a horror film, but what is
astonishing is how deftly these elements are woven into the fast-paced establishing
shots. Soon we find ourselves on the
island of Almanzera, where we enter a very different reality. From the raucous crowds of the mainland we
shift to an almost silent, dreamlike space reminiscent of Val Lewton’s great
noir-thrillers of the 1940s, like I
Walked with a Zombie
, and Isle of the
, but with one significant difference: while classic horror films use
darkness as their medium of fear, Who Can
Kill a Child
uses light, an almost blinding, stark Mediterranean light, as
relentless and omnipresent as the increasing sense of menace to which it seems
tied. Like a mischievous child, the film
plays hide and go seek with the violence lurking just behind every corner. One particularly disturbing scene shows
Evelyn calling Tom’s attention to an old man huddled in a doorway in a distant
angle of a narrow but brightly lit street. A girl appears in the distance, smiling pleasantly as she walks towards
them. Once she reaches the old man she
looks happily to her right at him, though we still can’t see anything more than
his arm holding a cane. After smiling
guilelessly towards the couple, whose point of view the camera shares, she
turns to the man again, seizes his cane, and sets to beating him violently to
death, though we only see the evidence of this from the increasing amount of
red visible on the cane as it repeatedly rises and falls and the girl laughs
with glee.

moments of barely concealed horror parallel the couple’s reluctance in
admitting the children’s monstrousness, a reluctance shared by another adult
whom they encounter, who tells them the story of how the children suddenly
changed. As he describes how they killed his wife, he notes with amazement that
nobody moved to stop them, because, of course, “who can kill a child?” It is an
understandable reluctance that the English couple have a hard time getting
over, putting them in even graver danger. As the film progresses towards its harrowing conclusion, it forces the
viewer into the uncomfortable position of the protagonists: though the children
are often shown blank-faced and coldly malevolent, there are also many scenes
where they are depicted as infinitely charming, seemingly innocent.  When they nevertheless show themselves
capable of horrendous violence, we are tempted to ask, along with Evelyn,
“Isn’t a normal child incapable of killing another human being?”  When we recall how violent the 1970s were,
this line has a disturbing historical resonance.  It’s sad to think there was once a time when
adults could be so innocent as to ask such a question.

Jed Mayer is an Associate Professor of English at the State University of New York, New Paltz.

4 thoughts on “RAISED IN FEAR: Who Can Kill a Child?”

  1. Your recommending a film entitled "Who can kill a child" based on your own experience of being trapped in a world of children and those who adore them?

    You sound like a child hater, and your wife has probably (rightfully) denied you one throughout the years because of your strange little thoughts.


  2. Did you see the recent (and not badly received) remake Come Out And Play? How do you think it compares to the original?


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