-"I don't know who first taught you guys to do that ABC-thing with your tongue, but for me it feels like I'm Helen Keller getting fucked by my teacher."
- And that's NOT a fantasy of yours....?
Most of the reasoning behind my 3.5/5 star rating comes from my already established fondness for the two leads. Make no mistake about it, that disposition makes this film. Like them and you'll have a good time. Indifference or a sceptical, I've seen…
I had pretty high hopes going into this Victorian gothic, and this is truly one of the most unsettling films I've seen, especially when considering genre.
Jack Clayton's ship is a steady one, classy and of high quality in just about every department, be that cinematography, script, acting or anything else, the highlight might just be the way it is framed.
I did have some reservations towards Deborah Kerr's theatrical performance, but it is probably spot on for…
Yes, indeed! This is where Hammer studios kicks into gear, and I can clearly see why. Again it's Cushing v Lee, but it's much more of a fair fight than the first Frankenstein was. Here Lee cements his place among the top3 to ever adorn a cape and draw blood under the cover of darkness.
I guess working in Hammer films didn't automatically mean your career took off, as lots of the supporting cast just made a few…
Aldo Lado's (I never get the meaning of these giallo titles) Short Night of Glass Dolls is a star studded affair. Leading man Jean Sorel has Mario Adorf as his buddy, Barbara Bach as his girl and Ingrid Thulin as his ex! I'd call that living the life, and so would probably he, until his whole world unravels upon the disapppearance of Barbara. I'm not too impressed with Sorel in general, and Lado actually wanted Terrence Hill. He's…
This could almost be the film about my adolescence, removing just one letter from the title.
Unfunny jokes aside, Flapping is a good looking film but for me the protagonist isn't the character I want to invest time in, the three supporting roles are more appealing and interesting to me, be that the cross dressing prostitute best friend, the on-off boyfriend (and cockfighter) or the new, rich love interest. A film telling either of their stories would most likely result…
Richard Nixon's wife bam bara bam bam bam
Doesn't cook anything with coal bam bara bam bam bam
She cooks everything with oil bam bara bam bam bam
That they stole from Venezuelan soil bam bara bam bam bam
They have so much cooler lullabies in Venezuala.
Postcards from Leningrad is the cutest film about left wing guerilla groupings you'll ever see. Told through the eyes of a boy and a narrating girl, the fate of a small group set in a rural township unfold before our eyes during the 1960s.
A pretty funny film, but not without poignant scenes of oppression.
Another box ticked off; my first classic hammer horror!
It stars two of the major stalwarts, Cushing and Lee, with the former stealing the show with an excellent turn as Victor Frankenstein, even if he's too old to play the part from start to finish, if I'm to nitpick. And I always do.
The age old tale is given a morbid twist with Frankenstein himself being the most monstrous of the two, and even good old sidekick Paul…
I do love the fact that Ti West set his story 30 or so years in the past, and he has managed to bring the era to life in a satisfying matter, as well as the tropes of the time.
Model-turned-actress Jocelyn Donahue is serviceable in the lead, but it's the bit part players that make it what it is; Mary Woronow, Tom Noonan, Greta Gerwig and to some degree the genre reliable AJ Bowen.
Going for mood…
I'm really trying hard here to get to what made Mario Bava both important AND great. Two films in (A Bay of Blood and this) and I'm close to dumbfounded. As far as I can tell, those that came after him, and were inspired by him, made the better films. I'm banking most of my hopes on The Girl Who Knew Too Much to bring me around.
The score is fun, the colours great, the red herrings amusing…
Oh no! What can he do? There's no escaping this maniac! He's everywhere!
Pffffffffttttttttttttt. Just drive in the opposite direction. Sucker.
Other than me pointing out my superior intellect vis a vis C. Thomas Howell, this is a damn fine horror film.
What kind of name is that anyway? How much must you hate your name to shorten it in official records to C period? And what happened to his career? All the girls couldn't stand watching him…
Bullet Ballet sort of came out of nowhere and hit me right in the chest.
Shinya Tsukamoto made his name with Tetsuo: The Iron Man in 1989, and followed up with a sequel, then Tokyo Fist and almost 10 years later; Bullet Ballet.
Tsukamoto enters the dystopic noir world he has created through monochromistic photography via a hand held camera, playing the lead himself.
He plays Goda, a guilt ridden man with no will to live anymore after his girlfriend…
"For the legend they say, on a Valentine's Day,
is a curse, that'll live on and on.
And no one will know, as the years come and go,
of the horror, from long time ago"
You can't really hate on a film where the killer has his own theme song, or should I say ballad.
Add in a lot of Canadiana and you easily look past a cast of 90% bland characters (Keith Knight is ok), and the…