Are there really people who prefer the Hatchet Murders cut? I hadn't seen it in years, but it's kind of a mess -- stripping Argento's best-written movie of all its character moments and charm and rendering an already shaky murder mystery even more convoluted and confusing. Still, it's Deep Red.
Like an endless bummer version of Wild Guitar; a Monroe-inflected take on the showbiz rise-and-fall story shot through a funhouse mirror approximation of Stecklerian new wave. While I wasn't a fan of Compton's first feature, this is so much better -- feeling less like a grating, meandering vanity project and more like a pointedly feminist all-ages morality fairytale. Part of me kept wanting an alternate version with Ron Haydock as Bobo.
I guess some people think this is exploitative, but it and the people in it are so inspiring to me. I love Mark Borchardt’s obsession with film; how he talks excitedly about shooting on 16mm black-and-white reversal stock and then later spends months stuck at a flatbed, cutting his direct-market thriller together. Watching this at a time when everyone has an HD camera and edit suite in their pocket, it’s amazing to watch a group of people who probably have…
This is kind of how I always picture Georgia roadside towns to be. It's Blue Velvet's prologue made literal, as a small town's repressed sexuality explodes with the spark of a downed power line into an orgy of killer worms that rivals even the gnarliest Hong Kong black magic pukefest.
This is even more fun if you watch it as a prequel to Cruising.