The opening credits state that this is 'freely adapted from Edgar Allen Poe's short story', which here appears to be Italian shorthand for 'completely disregard the original story and make a film about a cat that kills people by hypnotism'.
Sunday, 28 February 2016
Saturday, 20 February 2016
Friday, 19 February 2016
Thursday, 18 February 2016
The incredible levels of pastoral gentleness dampen Hopkin's raw malevolence, no matter how coldly Price plays him, although the bleak, screaming nihilism of the film's climax more than makes up for it.
Proves that it's tricky to be coherent when you're being zany and it's difficult to be zany when you reek of desperation to be liked.
Wednesday, 17 February 2016
Tuesday, 16 February 2016
The tale of a fading movie star attempting to retire dovetails into a story of a teenager tipping over the brink into kill-spree insanity. Culminates in classic movie menace vs. the blank horror of real life followed by Karloff giving someone a bitch slap. King.
An unhinged blend of thai travelogue, black magic instructional video and a deranged catalogue of gooey spells that all ends with a tiny toy bat crawling out of an old lady's melted face.
Could easily lose all of its travelogue shit and what's left would still be king as fuck.
Monday, 15 February 2016
Saturday, 13 February 2016
Sunday, 7 February 2016
Saturday, 6 February 2016
Amps up the shitting, fucking and death to such abhorrently tasteless levels it made me so nauseuous I had to pause the film and go get some air.
I can't remember the last time a film did that, which I suppose is something to be applauded, unfortunately the only thing in this deeply offensive, shambolic, formless afterbirth of a movie.