And so Uwe Boll’s Rampage trilogy (and directorial career) goes out with an angsty whimper. Most of the film consists of Bill Williamson’s cabin crazy Unabomber-esque rants to camera. Little relief is garnered by occasionally cutting to the trio of incredibly whiny FBI agents hunting Bill following the assassination of the President. That said assassination isn’t even in the film is only indicative of the fact that this third instalment is barely running in fumes. Where the first film had…
An infected small townsfolk run murderously amok film rather than the steamy erotic thriller that the artwork heavily hints at, Impulse follows Jennifer (Meg Tilley) as she returns from the city with her Doctor boyfriend after the unexplainable attempted suicide of her mother. Predictable tensions between town and country arise, but things start to feel increasingly ‘off’ as the city couple bear witness to the increasingly erratic behaviour of the locals. In this case a strange earthquake is initially fingered…
A kaleidoscopic Giallogasm, The Strange Colour of Your Body's Tears is every fetishistic quirk and visually arresting Giallo motif ripped from the guts of an already strange sub-genre and spliced into something brilliantly deranged.
I imagine that watching this film is akin to looking through the eyes of your most twisted Giallo killer and finding it impossible to coherently focus on anything but the mad passions that compel them!
I get the feeling that The Strange Colour of Your Body's…
As a sequel to The Exorcist? - Yes, it's a dismal failure.
Viewed as a stand-alone, loopy, mystical/sci-fi/horror hybrid dragged along by a manic Richard Burton performance? - It's actually quite fun.
Somehow I missed out on(avoided...) seeing this until very recently, but finally got my opportunity to view it on the big screen as part of the BFI's John Boorman retrospective.
Seen in a Boorman context alongside the likes of 'Excalibur' and 'Zardoz', it made a lot more sense…