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When the wine flows, the terror begins…
A young woman discovers that the pesticide being sprayed on vineyards is turning people into murderous lunatics.
The Grapes of Death
1978 ‘Les Raisins de la mort’ Directed by Jean Rollin
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The Raisins of Death, Pesticide, Pestizide – Stadt der Zombies, Zombis geschändete Frauen
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I have a rule that if I can not remember the last time I watched one of my favorite films, then it's obviously time for a revisit. When going through some of our foreign DVDs, looking for something to watch, I came across The Grapes of Death and the feeling that came over me, you would have thought I spotted an old flame amidst a sea of possibilities. I couldn't resist the urge to pick it up and watch it, for old times sake.
I think the power Jean Rollin has over me is visceral. As soon as I hear the music on the menu screen, I am transfixed and I have a physical reaction, a favorite movie shouldn't just…
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I’ve had a deep fascination with Jean Rollin’s work since the late 90’s when my cousin showed me, ironically enough, Fascination, and over the past few years I’ve been delving deeper into his catalog with Kino Lorber’s ‘The Cinema Jean Rollin’ blurays, revisiting favorites, as well as films I haven’t seen and it’s been quite a journey, filled with exquisite cinematography, unorthodox plot development coupled with artful yet sparse dialogue, erotic everything, bonkers finales, and fixations with rural landscapes and crumbling architecture... all coated in a thick and dreamy surreal aesthetic that calmly screams fantastique..
After Elizabeth (Marie-Georges Pascal who I LOVE in this) encounters a decaying homicidal man and the corpse of her traveling partner on a deserted train,…
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Late October 2020 is the perfect opportunity to watch [or re-watch] Jean Rollin's Les raisins de la mort/The Grapes of Death because it features a woman going on holiday in October during an epidemic, in the first few moments, as Philippe Sissman's hypnotic score transports us to the French countryside, a farmer is reassured "new masks will be here tomorrow, completely air tight, don't worry about your fever!"
Regardless of how many times I've seen it, I'm always swept away by Rollin's ability to capture ethereal ambiance--fog at dawn with the frantic footsteps of a woman running for her life echoing on a bridge over a gorge or chilly nights in seemingly abandoned villages lit by torches & unattended fires, the infected shuffling around as if they've migrated from Western Pennsylvania offset by drippy wounds and lovers torn apart by plague.
Or maybe it's the worst time to watch a seasonally pandemic appropriate movie, completely up to you!
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Hooper part V: A Second Beginning
4/31: an anniversary film
This was......amazing. It’s only by second Rollin film and it’s really left me wondering how I managed to become such a hardcore horror fanatic without ever experiencing his films until recently. I guess nobody’s perfect after all huh?Pesticides turning villagers into zombies is some great 70’s eco-terror that is still relevant today, if not more so. There’s some good gore, including a guy who has a giant blister-like welt on the side of his face that starts to ooze blood in a honeycomb like pattern (trypophobics beware) and a truly great decapitation. Brigitte Lahaie is fabulous and her character was so bizarre and incredibly watchable that I really wanted to…
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The Grapes of Death is Jean Rollin's moody trip into the French countryside, where all the locals have become pus-ridden festering zombies thanks to some contaminated wine! The plot is kind of similar to the earlier Spanish zombie film Let Sleeping Corpses Lie, but the similarities end there. Rollin's film is a haunting journey into a world where humanity has brought all the horror upon itself. The simple country life invaded by meddling scientific efforts. The rustic aesthetic is well captured by the director and this bodes well with the eerie score and soft focus. The pace is slow but deliberate, even during the more violent scenes - the director really squeezes out every ounce of atmosphere. Marie-Georges Pascal is…
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Blood and Poetry - A Jean Rollin Retrospective #2
Several years ago I was at a vineyard in the Hunter Valley. As I swished a drop of wine about my palate with a suitably raised pretentious eyebrow, the owner was babbling on about this and that. Primarily, he shared with us a few touching vignettes about growing up on the vineyard. It sounded like that although the men might have cultivated the vines with precious care, it was his late grandmother that ruled the roost with love and compassion.
He concluded by mentioning that when his grandmother passed away her ashes were dispersed across a particular field just over yonder. And in fact from that very field grew the grapes…
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Rollin's enviromentally-minded take on the zombie genre is one bizarro trip. Wine made from poisonous, pesticide-drenched grapes is the source of a strange outbreak among the villagers in a remote region of rural France. Passing through the infected area, Élisabeth and her friend are caught by L'homme du train and when her friend winds up as a bloody corpse on the bathroom floor, Élisabeth jumps the train and hightails it into the countryside. She soon finds herself on a desperate ramble through the sticks, playing a deadly game of dodge the decomposing. The disease mainly manifests itself as hideous pus-encrusted lesions and red + yellow secretions (many hot dogs were harmed in the making of this film), prefiguring rabid bloodlust.…
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My boom box is basically haunted. I mean, it's not technically mine, it's my bf's 90 yr old dad's but ...
And when I say haunted, I mean, only plays just exactly what it wants to. (Or maybe just exactly what you need to hear? No. Too creepy. Shut up.) Fine.
Well, anyway. Long story short, an hour ish later, I end up responding when, like, I thought it was pretty obvious, to the question 'what r u doing?' With, 'rocking out to Tori Amos and taking selfies with my new-old calico elephant (who I named Ella Funt after the one in Ramona and her Mother because she tried to make pants for her, and couldn't, but my Ella has…
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This is a film that really sneaks up on you. I wasn't quite feeling it at first, and if you'd told me that I'd end up giving it 5 stars I would have thought you were crazy. However, by the time the credits rolled, that's exactly what I knew I'd have to score it.
A bleak and atmospheric film that evokes a strong sense of isolation. Gorgeous shots of the French countryside. A haunting but sparse score. And, a lovely downbeat ending. What's not to love? ʅ(°_°)ʃ
Some people describe this as a zombie film. I suppose it bears some resemblance to the subgenre. But these aren't the shambling undead variety, or even the viral kind.…
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I want to thank Letterboxd and all the wonderful people who write some incredible reviews. This site has opened my world to some masterful cinema that I may have never found without it. This is my first venture into the mind of renowned filmmaker, Jean Rollin. I wasn’t sure what to expect and I definitely never thought I’d fall in love. I could throw this picture on again right now and enjoy it just as much, which is something I can say about very few movies.
Les Raisins de La Mort is among the greatest French cinema I have yet to see. There’re a precision to Rollin’s style, an exactness to his substance and meaning. This results in an image…
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February Horror Hunt, Day 16, challenge #26- A movie starring Brigitte Lahaie
I've been having trouble staying awake and watching movies the past several days. I don't know why, winter doldrums I guess. So probably a slow, dreamy French film about death wine would send me straight into snoozetown, right? NO! I was riveted every moment! I'm 3 for 3 with Rollin now; he seems to be exactly on my horror wavelength.
This one has some pret-ty gratuitous nudity, like did he really have to rip her top off before crucifying her and cutting off her head? Talk about insult to injury! But it doesn't matter. This is a gorgeous film of the "crumbling cottages strewn through the countryside" variety.…