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Since I've decided to slack off today, I thought I'd check out this movie which ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
psychswitch was kind enough to loan me. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082966/
It is Fulci's House by the Cemetary (1981). Like most Italian horror, it had one of those soundtracks where you'd swear you've heard all the music before. This being a Fulci film, however, said music was not all done by Goblin. Ha ha ha.
This film had a lot of my standard problems with italian horror: Little or no attention is paid to the actors by the directors. This means that the acting generally sucks, and the tempo within a scene is sporadic at best. Subpar gore effects, although it *was* 1981, when everyone wanted gore, but only Savini knew how to do it right.
Flat characters and insipid character names bothered me no end. I mean, a villian named Doctor Fruedstien? Only Rob Zombie has managed to come up with a more lame villian name.
Argento has trained me to expect innovative camera work from these small horror films from Italy. I'm assuming Fulci did not get the memo. I counted no less than 15 close up shots of a persons eyes, many of which occurred at times utterly devoid of drama or suspense.
It's not all bad, of course. Fans of gratuitous violence will not be disappointed, nor will fans of uneccessary breast/nipple shots (including a totally gross naked carved up torso complete with erect nipples), nor misogynists everywhere. Did I mention some of the awesome violence? Awesome!
This film appeared to have borrowed a lot from Kubricks The Shinning, right down to the lead kids haircut. He has an imaginary girlfriend who warns him about the evil in the house and Scatman Crothers appears as...okay, that didn't really happen. Anyway, if you have an evening to kill, why the hell not see this film. It'll be more entertaining than pretty much anything on network TV.
I really think that will be the last of those I post.
But I felt it was not only a day for slack, but for Bob and subgeniuses in general.
I go back to work tomorrow, then onto a whirlwind of work, doctors and other assorted appointments which must be kept, contantly making demands of my time. Stupid demands...
Yesterday was the birthdays of both my old boyfriend Schmave, and my Hot Hot Boss. Schmave is turning 36, while HHB is...wait, he's 36 as well. Far out!
psychswitch was kind enough to loan me. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082966/It is Fulci's House by the Cemetary (1981). Like most Italian horror, it had one of those soundtracks where you'd swear you've heard all the music before. This being a Fulci film, however, said music was not all done by Goblin. Ha ha ha.
This film had a lot of my standard problems with italian horror: Little or no attention is paid to the actors by the directors. This means that the acting generally sucks, and the tempo within a scene is sporadic at best. Subpar gore effects, although it *was* 1981, when everyone wanted gore, but only Savini knew how to do it right.
Flat characters and insipid character names bothered me no end. I mean, a villian named Doctor Fruedstien? Only Rob Zombie has managed to come up with a more lame villian name.
Argento has trained me to expect innovative camera work from these small horror films from Italy. I'm assuming Fulci did not get the memo. I counted no less than 15 close up shots of a persons eyes, many of which occurred at times utterly devoid of drama or suspense.
It's not all bad, of course. Fans of gratuitous violence will not be disappointed, nor will fans of uneccessary breast/nipple shots (including a totally gross naked carved up torso complete with erect nipples), nor misogynists everywhere. Did I mention some of the awesome violence? Awesome!
This film appeared to have borrowed a lot from Kubricks The Shinning, right down to the lead kids haircut. He has an imaginary girlfriend who warns him about the evil in the house and Scatman Crothers appears as...okay, that didn't really happen. Anyway, if you have an evening to kill, why the hell not see this film. It'll be more entertaining than pretty much anything on network TV.
I really think that will be the last of those I post.
But I felt it was not only a day for slack, but for Bob and subgeniuses in general.
I go back to work tomorrow, then onto a whirlwind of work, doctors and other assorted appointments which must be kept, contantly making demands of my time. Stupid demands...
Yesterday was the birthdays of both my old boyfriend Schmave, and my Hot Hot Boss. Schmave is turning 36, while HHB is...wait, he's 36 as well. Far out!