Has its moments and fits the bill as far as the late 80’s kinda boring slasher with a little mean spirited edge that I was in the mood for tonight, so I can’t complain too much—on par with the recent string of releases from Arrow Video so if that’s your bag you’ll probably dig it.
It’s ok… one of those late night zone out movies for me and sometimes that’s just what ya need.
Used this to cleanse the awful and artificial taste of that Dr. Strange 2 slop from my system… what a letdown… bummer. Anyways, boy howdy did this ever do the trick—one of those movies that I loved as a kid but rarely revisit… as to savor the intake of Wild West Raimi.
Every few weeks or so I seem to be finding myself thinking, “man… I really miss Gene Hackman”.
Memento Mori follows up 1998’s Whispering Corridors and for me it improves on just about every aspect of that movie—it’s better looking, better paced, and utilizes better storytelling... shifting the focus to drama based psychological horror with solid performances all around and a touching story shrouded in questions concerning a diary. This doesn’t go straight for the jugular with scares (which I love) and manages to entwine you in a realisictic high school drama where the atmosphere is tense when…
Early 90’s late night cable slop with a heap of genre regulars that goes down easy. It’s a fucking killer gator movie and has Richard Lynch in it… sometimes that’s all ya need when zoning out at 3am.
Better than I remembered it being… also that poster slaps hard.
Political polizio from Damian’s Damiani is tense, often thrilling, features Claudia Cardinale and Tony Musante as a CIA operative, plus more wonderful music by Guido & Maurizio De Angelis.
Sometimes a Suspenseful pasta thrillfest on a low key Thursday night is just what the doctor ordered.
Love the “When a family man is poisoned to death, it's covered up as a stomach hemorrhage and his spirit returns to aid his daughter in finding his killers” premise to this late era Fulci offering and just how far that wild autopsy scene goes, the repeated shots of a corpse in various stages of maggot ridden decay, and those trademark not so lucid Lucio dream sequences.
There’s some dopey tv melodrama that occasionally slows the pacing down a bit…
One of the final installments in that aquatic horror run that started in the late 80’s and helmed by the great Juan Piquer Simón of Pieces and Slugs fame, this underwater submarine mutated seaweed Aliens/The Thing mashup was right up my alley... gooey green effects, goopy pus leaking out of mutated mouths, little mutated gillman looking creature/human babies in hatching sacks, Ray Wise(!), Edward Purdom cameo, death trap rift caves, R. Lee Ermey, and mutated bacteria fungus taking over a submarine!…
Enjoyable meathead action swill from Bruno Mattei and Claudio Fragasso adds a little Indiana Jones to the Rambo/Missing in Action formula, which is fun, but I dunno… for me this is a major step down from the first movie and holy hell Brent Huff is no Reb Brown.
Solid morning malarkey to start the day.
Natural Born Sinners.
Don’t Deliver Us from Evil is a depraved coming of age story of friendship steeped in satanic vows, cruel intentions, forbidden books, and a macabre atmosphere—which was just what I was in the mood for. It’s sleazier than it is violent, controversial for its time, and if you ask me it still packs quite a punch when it comes to how real the two girls’ friendship felt, as well their evolution into the world of cruelty and perversion—the dark and the wicked… Heavenly Creatures.
Hopefully this gets a nice remaster one day… fingers crossed!
The first time I watched this a few years back I was not expecting a classy yet slightly pervy atmospheric Dr. Moreau Blood Island jam or what it had to offer.
Terror Is a Man features some solid camerawork, a talky script that never outstays it’s welcome, great atmosphere, and that always admirable low budget-high effort Val Lewton-esque charm on full display—making for an effectively spooky little picture that grasps its terror by way of its restraint and I dug…