A list of Edgar Wright's favorite 1000 Movies per his list on Mubi on July 27th, 2016.
The seven dreaded gateways to Hell are concealed in seven cursed places… And from the day the gates of Hell are opened, the dead will walk the earth.
A young woman inherits an old hotel in Louisiana where after a series of supernatural 'accidents', she learns that the building was built over one of the entrances to Hell.
Coincidentally, when I decided to finally watch The Beyond on blu-ray yesterday, it was exactly 3 years to the day that Richard and I were in Rome anxiously sitting outside of a cafe where we were going to meet and subsequently have drinks and chat with Fabio Frizzi and his lovely wife. It was a surreal moment in time that I will cherish forever. As I sat there next to the man who has scored some of my favorite films of all time, I'm surprised I was even able to compose myself (I just rolled my eyes , but I'm not disgusted enough to delete the pun). At one point I awkwardly extended my arm across the table to show…
A short report of me watching the Beyond:
Cool, opening gore, that's always good!
YES! A house built on one of the gateways to hell! This can only get better!
Why am I listening to seventies porn music all of a sudden?
Cool, some gore.
What's up with the blind chick with the creepy eyes?
Why is everyone screaming all the time?
Again with the porn music.
What's up in the morgue? Why is everything happening in slow motion? Why is the little girl blind now? WHY?
Everyone is screaming again.
Now books are disappearing all of sudden.
Lightning in the library? Where did those spiders come from? AND WHY ARE THEY MAKING KITTEN NOISES???
Bit of porn music.
"ATTACK DICKY! ATTACK!!!!"
Logic? Fuck logic! The Beyond defies logic, and with that delirious defiance, the feeling is as woozy and nightmarish as can be. Wounds burst with sickly substances, blood flows like a rollicking river after a storm, and the makeup designs are just terrific. Lucio Fulci's southern splatter flick, just like many hallmarks within the Italian horror genre, is flawed in regards to its characterizations and its hilarious English dubbing. It doesn't bother me, especially when the imagery is so eerily lush and the sounds are disgustingly primal. The Beyond is simply a mesmerizing horror tale, and I can't recommend it enough.
Oh, and those fucking spiders. It's some of the goofiest shit I've ever seen in a movie. Fulci, you were a man of wonders.
So, maybe building a hotel on top of a portal to the underworld wasn't such a good idea.
This is Lucio Fulci we're talking about here, so the gore is absolutely off-the-walls bonkers. People's bones appear to be made of no more than marshmallows, and their heads have a bad habit of turning into plaster molds in between shots. But far from ruining the film, this plays into the surreal experience it offers. Like all great horror, this is a story about the fragility of our social fabric and what happens when our symbolic network begins to disintegrate (we all turn into plaster marshmallow zombies).
Personally I had trouble connecting to the film, although not due to any fault of…
Just as I thought I was starting to make real progress with regard to understanding Italian horror, along comes The Beyond and suddenly I don't think anything will ever make sense again.
It's not because I didn't understand the plot of The Beyond. I got that part. I just don't think I get Lucio Fulci's style and I don't get why both films I've seen from him so far have such shit music. I'm not singling him out for criticism on that front, by the way. It just strikes me that Italian horror's method of creating atmosphere and adding to any nervewracking visuals was to have trumped up porn music wow-wowing…
Film #20 of Hoop-Tober
Scariness level: Eyes/10
I don't want to write a review really as I'm in a state of apathy towards currently writing reviews; partially because I'm tired of writing when I'm sure no-one actually reads them, and also I'm not actually happy with what I write. But, I'm sort of obligated (as per rules) to write something. So admittedly, after this hoop-tober challenge is over, I'll be taking (hopefully taking) a short break to concentrate on writing elsewhere. Not a different website: but different mediums of literature which will hopefully keep me engaged and not negligent.
Onto the film. I sort of liked it. Mostly for its violence which is very extreme and super-extended. Other than that,…
blöde Musik und unlogisch. Trotzdem sehr spannend.
Tolle Atmosphäre welche durch gelungene Bilder und Kameraführung erzeugt wird. Besonders wenn Zombies? auftauchen und die Kamera zwischen Opfer und Monster hin und her wechselt und dabei immer wieder aus der Sicht des jeweiligen die Situation zeigt sind die stärken des Films. An vielen Stellen ist dieser Film auch richtig ekelig. Konnte mache Gore-Scenen kaum ertragen, dabei bin ich normalerweise nicht so empfindlich was sowas angeht.
Besonders starkt fand ich das Opening. Hier stimmt eigentlich alles.
Predictably wacky Fulci horror that has a woman inheriting a hotel in Louisiana that sit atop a portal to some evil whatsis zone.
While the mayhem seems to kick off almost immediately with deaths and disappearences aplenty everyone still seems game to make a go of running this hell hotel. Lots of oozing, zombies, and disappearing plumbers to keep the tension-slash-laughs coming.
Not top Fulci, but that doesn't really matter most times.
Oh man you know who would be really into this movie? Your odd cousin Jimmy, of course. That guy has an unaccountable grudge against eyes and always wanders about muttering that "the eyes see more than they're supposed to" and "the eyes are the mirrors of the soul... But whose soul?" (haha right, Jim, whatevs). Eventually, after some sketchy events transpired (poor aunt Jean may never fully regain vision in her right eye after that attack), he went to live in a home somewhere, a place that could take care of him, where he would pose no danger to anyone. You visited Jimmy from time to time out of a sense of obligation and, if you're being honest, his constant…
The trippiest Fulchi film I've seen so far. the music and gore are great as always. It's really surreal and is almost non stop. sometimes the jumps are a little awkward, the dubbing not great, and some dumb character actions, but this film has so much charm. I really had a blast watching this.
"I'm a doctor. I won't accept irrational explanations."
Get out of Fulci right now.
I gladly add an extra half star just for Fabio Frizzi's stunningly beautiful score, every shot of Cinzia Monreale staring blindly (including that shot in the middle of nowhere with Dirky) and for those 3 eyeballs merrily punctured.
If Catriona MacColl screamed less I'd have enjoyed this film more.
Over the top violence and gore and one of the best horror scores of all time. So many eye gouges!
A young woman inherits a rundown, old hotel she plans to restore but as it turns out the hotel is one of seven gateways to hell and scary and horrific things start happening. Though I've seen parts of Zombi, this is officially my first foray into the cinema of Lucio Fulci. It's no Suspiria but it's pretty darn great. It is qual parts cheesy and over-the-top and genuinely scary and suspenseful and that combination makes this a genuinely fun and thrilling (and very gory) horror film in the vein of, say, The Evil Dead. This is a solid entry to the giallo sub-genre of films. Highly recommended for Halloween party screenings.
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