Gojira
(1954)
I hate to say it but the dub version was actually better. I totally stopped watching it half way through. It was just playing in the background while I did everything else. One thing I did notice compared to the dub is that this is (I think) the first movie I've ever seen Godzilla kill people in. I mean he just roasted some folks in their own car and that was just one incident. I mean this was 1954! Usually people bought it off screen during this era, didn't they? I'll have to pay more attention to later Godzilla movies. I'm not sure I want to see the sequel to this but I am curious to see how much was edited out of the dubbed version.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Why was Dracula in Africa anwyay?
Scream, Blacula, Scream!
(1973)
Blaxploitation goes vamp! Big Willis (who is like a buck fifty) is pissed that he's not named successor on the spot when his mother, a voodoo high priestess dies. He makes some threats, gets shaken like a stepchild and departs. For revenge, he gets some nondescript bones from some vagrant-looking guy who tells hims not to worry where they came from. Hobo-bone-giver also has a vendetta against the cult. Willis is actually stupid enough to perform the voodoo blood ritual and, not to long after, guess who comes to dinner? Dude had hair growing down from, like, his tear ducts...that's just wrong.
So now Willis is a vampire...and still not the top voodoo guru...but his first gripe is that he can't see himself. Which is probably a good thing since he was wearing this:
But I have to give it to dude: his perm was ON.
Anywho, Blacula goes to Willis's friend's party where he gets all persnickety about some African art pieces and meets Lisa (Pam Grier), the nominee to be the new Mama Loa. Apparently Blacs is really some ancient African prince named Mamuwalde and there's a flashback showing a women who looks like Lisa. I guess they have some connection but the movie does absolutely nothing with that so it was a pointless scene. Equally pointless was Mamuwalde preaching the gospel on some pimps that he then eats.
After Mamu has a few snacks and turns into a bat a couple of times, Justin, Lisa's old man, gets suspicious. Justin used to be a detective. Apparently he's not very good at it. I'm thinking if some one died in my home the same night that some weirdo in a red satin lined cape and tux - THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW - drops by, I would've fingered him first. Justin has to wait until someone mentions bat spore...and then what does he do? He goes to the book store. You know what I love about these types of movies? Whenever the eerie shit starts happening someone always has to go to the bookstore, or the library or (these days) the internet. By the 1970s everybody should know what a fucking vampire is. Seriously. Victims are found drained of their blood with two strange puncture wounds on their necks and then at least one of them is witnessed rising from the dead...but he had to wait for the bat dander before he acted...and he did so by going to the motherfucking bookstore. Dude...your girlfriend is the high priestess of a voodoo cult. You honestly needed to go looking for occult books?
Whatever, a lot of blah, blah filler takes place and then Justin and a police squad storm Blacs swanky new digs (Willis's house). Now this is where stuff gets just weird. Where the fuck did the vamp-monks come from? Not one time did I see Blacs put the munch on a monk and yet there were at least 3 or 4 of those suckers. Where do fuck do you find monks in the city? Well, while the monks are wreaking havoc, Mamuwalde has Lisa in some locked room trying to exercise the vamp-demon spirit. He wants to die and return to his people. They get interrupted and the movie ends with him screaming at the ceiling while some groovy 70s music starts cuing the credits.
Jive turkey!
(1973)
Blaxploitation goes vamp! Big Willis (who is like a buck fifty) is pissed that he's not named successor on the spot when his mother, a voodoo high priestess dies. He makes some threats, gets shaken like a stepchild and departs. For revenge, he gets some nondescript bones from some vagrant-looking guy who tells hims not to worry where they came from. Hobo-bone-giver also has a vendetta against the cult. Willis is actually stupid enough to perform the voodoo blood ritual and, not to long after, guess who comes to dinner? Dude had hair growing down from, like, his tear ducts...that's just wrong.
So now Willis is a vampire...and still not the top voodoo guru...but his first gripe is that he can't see himself. Which is probably a good thing since he was wearing this:
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| I'm so glad the 70s are over, the menswear was atrocious. |
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| Blacula, you jive bitch! |
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| I wonder if he uses Lottabody. |
Anywho, Blacula goes to Willis's friend's party where he gets all persnickety about some African art pieces and meets Lisa (Pam Grier), the nominee to be the new Mama Loa. Apparently Blacs is really some ancient African prince named Mamuwalde and there's a flashback showing a women who looks like Lisa. I guess they have some connection but the movie does absolutely nothing with that so it was a pointless scene. Equally pointless was Mamuwalde preaching the gospel on some pimps that he then eats.
After Mamu has a few snacks and turns into a bat a couple of times, Justin, Lisa's old man, gets suspicious. Justin used to be a detective. Apparently he's not very good at it. I'm thinking if some one died in my home the same night that some weirdo in a red satin lined cape and tux - THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW - drops by, I would've fingered him first. Justin has to wait until someone mentions bat spore...and then what does he do? He goes to the book store. You know what I love about these types of movies? Whenever the eerie shit starts happening someone always has to go to the bookstore, or the library or (these days) the internet. By the 1970s everybody should know what a fucking vampire is. Seriously. Victims are found drained of their blood with two strange puncture wounds on their necks and then at least one of them is witnessed rising from the dead...but he had to wait for the bat dander before he acted...and he did so by going to the motherfucking bookstore. Dude...your girlfriend is the high priestess of a voodoo cult. You honestly needed to go looking for occult books?
Whatever, a lot of blah, blah filler takes place and then Justin and a police squad storm Blacs swanky new digs (Willis's house). Now this is where stuff gets just weird. Where the fuck did the vamp-monks come from? Not one time did I see Blacs put the munch on a monk and yet there were at least 3 or 4 of those suckers. Where do fuck do you find monks in the city? Well, while the monks are wreaking havoc, Mamuwalde has Lisa in some locked room trying to exercise the vamp-demon spirit. He wants to die and return to his people. They get interrupted and the movie ends with him screaming at the ceiling while some groovy 70s music starts cuing the credits.
Jive turkey!
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Another Childhood Memory Ruined
Swamp Thing
(1982)
I remember this being a much better movie than it was. I can buy the formula transforming him, considering what went down, but the later explain of the formula enhancing your inner being was just preposterous even for the 80s. I mean the Doc Holland was working on binding planet and animal cells. How do you get a human opossum out of that?
The politician out for his own gain, throwing a party full of sycophants and prostitutes was spot on, though. The party provided extra nudity. In typical 80s fashion you got to see some naked, natural breastseses. So far I have not been able to score another full-frontal male shot since Basket Case - and I'd rather forget that. Damn it...too late.
(1982)
I remember this being a much better movie than it was. I can buy the formula transforming him, considering what went down, but the later explain of the formula enhancing your inner being was just preposterous even for the 80s. I mean the Doc Holland was working on binding planet and animal cells. How do you get a human opossum out of that?
The politician out for his own gain, throwing a party full of sycophants and prostitutes was spot on, though. The party provided extra nudity. In typical 80s fashion you got to see some naked, natural breastseses. So far I have not been able to score another full-frontal male shot since Basket Case - and I'd rather forget that. Damn it...too late.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
I'm sure the working title was "Officer Shortsighted"
The Crater Lake Monster
What does a meteor, a prehistoric water monster, and a cop with bitchin' cop glasses have in common? Not a damn thing, but there they are, on my tv, fighting it out in the pacific northwest.
First off, the sheriff has the wicked shades that most airline pilots would sell their mothers for. Yeah, he's hot. Boney, balding, and sporting a mullet.
Next up is the monster. He/she looks like the bastard child of a seahorse and a seal complete with flippers. Oh, he's supposed to be prehistoric, but I'm not buying it. The best part about him/she/it? It was a lovely stop motion monster that was completely out of place.. This movie was made in 1977, and they're using f/x from a 1958 Sinbad movie. I'm going to spoil it for you, he/Madonna/it dies in the end. I won't bother with the rest of the detail, but know this: had this been made in 1958, in black and white, I'd prolly have loved it. As it is, it's a B-grade late '70s turd that didn't even pique my trash movie interest.
What does a meteor, a prehistoric water monster, and a cop with bitchin' cop glasses have in common? Not a damn thing, but there they are, on my tv, fighting it out in the pacific northwest.
First off, the sheriff has the wicked shades that most airline pilots would sell their mothers for. Yeah, he's hot. Boney, balding, and sporting a mullet.
Next up is the monster. He/she looks like the bastard child of a seahorse and a seal complete with flippers. Oh, he's supposed to be prehistoric, but I'm not buying it. The best part about him/she/it? It was a lovely stop motion monster that was completely out of place.. This movie was made in 1977, and they're using f/x from a 1958 Sinbad movie. I'm going to spoil it for you, he/Madonna/it dies in the end. I won't bother with the rest of the detail, but know this: had this been made in 1958, in black and white, I'd prolly have loved it. As it is, it's a B-grade late '70s turd that didn't even pique my trash movie interest.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Clearly, I'm content with watching crap
Revenge Of the Living Dead Girls (1987)
"Shocking Beyond Belief'' is the tag line, and oh god damn it, another French Piece of shit. I thought this would be a campy Troma-like movie, but no, this is just some Euro-trash excuse to show titties and blood on the same screen. Why, yes, there is indeed full frontal nudity on the lady-folk, but they're just a bunch of boney French tarts who don't even have the slightest idea how to act.
And the story? In short, three dead girls come back from the dead via some sort of chemical spill. It's never really made clear what their motives are after that point. They go on a killing/nudity spree, and here's the part where I loose my mind: The living dead girls have the faces and hands of a zombie leper, but for some strange hormonal reason....their bodies are just as nubile as the day they were embalmed. Yeah, wrap your head around that nugget. Thankfully, the cinematic torture ends at 76 minutes. This may have been the theatrical equivalent of water boarding.
"Shocking Beyond Belief'' is the tag line, and oh god damn it, another French Piece of shit. I thought this would be a campy Troma-like movie, but no, this is just some Euro-trash excuse to show titties and blood on the same screen. Why, yes, there is indeed full frontal nudity on the lady-folk, but they're just a bunch of boney French tarts who don't even have the slightest idea how to act.
And the story? In short, three dead girls come back from the dead via some sort of chemical spill. It's never really made clear what their motives are after that point. They go on a killing/nudity spree, and here's the part where I loose my mind: The living dead girls have the faces and hands of a zombie leper, but for some strange hormonal reason....their bodies are just as nubile as the day they were embalmed. Yeah, wrap your head around that nugget. Thankfully, the cinematic torture ends at 76 minutes. This may have been the theatrical equivalent of water boarding.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
The Library Is Closed
From A Whisper To A Scream
(1987)
On the eve of his niece's execution, a librarian (Vincent Price) tells a nosy reporter four grisly tales about the town they live in. It's his belief that living in Oldfield, Tennessee is what drove his niece to kill. I love Vincent Price but I've honestly forgotten most of what I just saw. The first tale, about the consequences of obsession and necrophilia, kind of reminded me of a really gruesome interpretation of Ray Bradbury's "The Eyrie." The second I think was one about a man who finds out greed and voodoo don't mix. One was about carnies and I didn't feel sorry for anyone it in because you're an idiot for going to a show called "Lovecraft's Traveling Amusements." The last one was about some war babies that would put the Children of the Corn to shame.
The opening scene was really the best because it set the tone of the movie as creepy and steeped in some kind of slow brewing mania. Also, the wedding dress represents both the promise of a new life and innocence, and the eventual loss of innocence (because you know the gown is meant to come off). After that it was mediocre - and doing two stories about voodoo was unnecessary and kind of unimaginative.
On to the nudity: Stanley (the guy in the first tale) has a crazy sister who's seriously trying to give him the box. She's really the only full-on consistent nudity you get and I was surprised to see that she looked shaved. I didn't think women were doing that back then. Well, I guess it was the late 80s. Shag carpeting went out in the 70s and by the 90s it was all about smooth flooring. Funny, how those things relate.
(1987)
On the eve of his niece's execution, a librarian (Vincent Price) tells a nosy reporter four grisly tales about the town they live in. It's his belief that living in Oldfield, Tennessee is what drove his niece to kill. I love Vincent Price but I've honestly forgotten most of what I just saw. The first tale, about the consequences of obsession and necrophilia, kind of reminded me of a really gruesome interpretation of Ray Bradbury's "The Eyrie." The second I think was one about a man who finds out greed and voodoo don't mix. One was about carnies and I didn't feel sorry for anyone it in because you're an idiot for going to a show called "Lovecraft's Traveling Amusements." The last one was about some war babies that would put the Children of the Corn to shame.
The opening scene was really the best because it set the tone of the movie as creepy and steeped in some kind of slow brewing mania. Also, the wedding dress represents both the promise of a new life and innocence, and the eventual loss of innocence (because you know the gown is meant to come off). After that it was mediocre - and doing two stories about voodoo was unnecessary and kind of unimaginative.
On to the nudity: Stanley (the guy in the first tale) has a crazy sister who's seriously trying to give him the box. She's really the only full-on consistent nudity you get and I was surprised to see that she looked shaved. I didn't think women were doing that back then. Well, I guess it was the late 80s. Shag carpeting went out in the 70s and by the 90s it was all about smooth flooring. Funny, how those things relate.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Werewolf Annoys Community
Full Moon High
God this was so campy. Typical 80s B-movie horror-spoof. Made in 1981 but opening with a 1950s setting, this plays out like a lackluster live-action Archie comic with fur:
Tony's conspiracy-and-espionage-obsessed dad takes him on vacation to Romania - in the middle of the school year - and makes min roam around the countryside looking for bizarre museums while he gets it on with hookers. He has the inevitable meeting with a werewolf who sounds like a jaguar and comes with its own violinist. He gets home, gnaws on a few folks and then splits. Then the whole thing fast forwards to the 1970s.
Like a lot of movies from this time period and genre, there's some sloppy editing and poor transitioning. One minute people are conversing in the living room and the next they're seated at the kitchen table, mid-sentence in the same conversation. It was kinda funny but you won't feel deprived if you miss it. The newspaper headlines were hands down the best gags going.
I'll say this,though, for a wolf, he attracted a lot of pussy. Unfortunately, one was his crazy (and now 40-something) ex-girlfriend and another was a slutty weirdo into S&M. I guess a monster could do worse.
Best Line: "I'm not the sort of guy who believes in vampires Werewolves or Virgins."
God this was so campy. Typical 80s B-movie horror-spoof. Made in 1981 but opening with a 1950s setting, this plays out like a lackluster live-action Archie comic with fur:
Tony's conspiracy-and-espionage-obsessed dad takes him on vacation to Romania - in the middle of the school year - and makes min roam around the countryside looking for bizarre museums while he gets it on with hookers. He has the inevitable meeting with a werewolf who sounds like a jaguar and comes with its own violinist. He gets home, gnaws on a few folks and then splits. Then the whole thing fast forwards to the 1970s.
Like a lot of movies from this time period and genre, there's some sloppy editing and poor transitioning. One minute people are conversing in the living room and the next they're seated at the kitchen table, mid-sentence in the same conversation. It was kinda funny but you won't feel deprived if you miss it. The newspaper headlines were hands down the best gags going.
I'll say this,though, for a wolf, he attracted a lot of pussy. Unfortunately, one was his crazy (and now 40-something) ex-girlfriend and another was a slutty weirdo into S&M. I guess a monster could do worse.
Best Line: "I'm not the sort of guy who believes in vampires Werewolves or Virgins."
Stupid Dogs.....
Killer Dog aka Play Dead (1981)
You know a movies cheap when it has two published titles. And you know it's even better when the movie is filmed in 1981, but wasn't released till 1986...and by Troma, no less. Already this movie has three strikes against it.
Having said all that, this movie lives up to its curse. Hell, at 25 minutes in, there's a long shot of the microphone hanging from the ceiling during a horribly edited love scene. Long story short, Yvonne De Carlo of the Munsters fame stars as a jilted lover hell bent on revenge...with a dog. She trains the dog to go on a murder spree...a really dumb one. No, this isn't Cujo, and not really violent. All the deaths look like accidents, and there's an implied supernatural element via Satan, but it's never really forced. In the end, the dog kills pretty much everyone. In fact, he tries to kill Yvonne twice!
Ug, I need a better class of horror, but I think I've seen them already.
You know a movies cheap when it has two published titles. And you know it's even better when the movie is filmed in 1981, but wasn't released till 1986...and by Troma, no less. Already this movie has three strikes against it.
Having said all that, this movie lives up to its curse. Hell, at 25 minutes in, there's a long shot of the microphone hanging from the ceiling during a horribly edited love scene. Long story short, Yvonne De Carlo of the Munsters fame stars as a jilted lover hell bent on revenge...with a dog. She trains the dog to go on a murder spree...a really dumb one. No, this isn't Cujo, and not really violent. All the deaths look like accidents, and there's an implied supernatural element via Satan, but it's never really forced. In the end, the dog kills pretty much everyone. In fact, he tries to kill Yvonne twice!
Ug, I need a better class of horror, but I think I've seen them already.
This is tougher than I thought....
Between my work schedual being all f-ed up, and breaking in a new cat, I've had a hell of a time keeping up with the Horrorfest. Needless to say, I have a lot of back logging to do, but not sure when I'll see the time.
I'n not throwing in the towel yet, however. More to come.
I'n not throwing in the towel yet, however. More to come.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Ug...French cinema...
Le Viol du Vampire, or The Rape Of The Vampire...
Of for the love of Christ... It should be known that the French ruined cinema long ago, and this is a prime example. Sure, it could be my bias; I hate the slutty phlegmy noises they call 'speaking French'. But simply put, they did to cinema what the Germans did to porn.
Regardless, this is the movie I picked, so I'll stick with it. First and foremost, I don't speak French, and my copy wasn't subbed. So, that led to a lot of guess work, and after 20 minutes, I stated making up my own dialog. I'm pretty sure mine was better. All I know is what I read on Wiki (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rape_of_the_Vampire). Oddly enough, there's more to read than I thought there would be, and it's worth your time because I can't sum it up quite as well in the limited space we have.
I do know this, however....it blew, and I don't remember seeing any vampires. Just a bunch of frail, skinny, overly French twatwaffles running around doing nothing of consequence.
Wednesday: A story about a dog, and it's not friggin' Cujo.
Of for the love of Christ... It should be known that the French ruined cinema long ago, and this is a prime example. Sure, it could be my bias; I hate the slutty phlegmy noises they call 'speaking French'. But simply put, they did to cinema what the Germans did to porn.
Regardless, this is the movie I picked, so I'll stick with it. First and foremost, I don't speak French, and my copy wasn't subbed. So, that led to a lot of guess work, and after 20 minutes, I stated making up my own dialog. I'm pretty sure mine was better. All I know is what I read on Wiki (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rape_of_the_Vampire). Oddly enough, there's more to read than I thought there would be, and it's worth your time because I can't sum it up quite as well in the limited space we have.
I do know this, however....it blew, and I don't remember seeing any vampires. Just a bunch of frail, skinny, overly French twatwaffles running around doing nothing of consequence.
Wednesday: A story about a dog, and it's not friggin' Cujo.
Monday, October 10, 2011
From the Made For TV files...
Stonehenge Apocalypse
I'm not really sure if it is truly a horror movie, but it wasn't a chick flick, and it really wasn't an action film, either. In hind-sight, it was a sci-fi made for TV film, but I was 15 minutes in before I realized it, so I stuck with it anyway. Besides, it wasn't half bad.
So, just like the title, this has eveything to do with Stonehenge. Long story short, it appears to be a machine of some sort. Someone activates it and naturally some unscientific crackpot is the only one to save the day. For a crappy TV movie, this wasn't too bad. It had lots of the cheap f/x you come to expect, but not near as cheesy as Mega Shark vs Giant Octopus. Though I will admit, I get the impression that this was ripped off of an internet fan-fic page.
Ok, so I missed the mark tonight, but I'll find something better for tomorrow.
I'm not really sure if it is truly a horror movie, but it wasn't a chick flick, and it really wasn't an action film, either. In hind-sight, it was a sci-fi made for TV film, but I was 15 minutes in before I realized it, so I stuck with it anyway. Besides, it wasn't half bad.
So, just like the title, this has eveything to do with Stonehenge. Long story short, it appears to be a machine of some sort. Someone activates it and naturally some unscientific crackpot is the only one to save the day. For a crappy TV movie, this wasn't too bad. It had lots of the cheap f/x you come to expect, but not near as cheesy as Mega Shark vs Giant Octopus. Though I will admit, I get the impression that this was ripped off of an internet fan-fic page.
Ok, so I missed the mark tonight, but I'll find something better for tomorrow.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Leviathan
Well that was mediocre. I'd like to attribute my lack of enthusiasm to the film being dated but I suspect it would have sucked if i saw it in '89, too. What's to say? Some minors stumble across a downed Russian boat, ingest some tainted hooch and become the lantern fish from hell. It's like "The Blob" meets "The Creature From The Black Lagoon" in the middle of the ocean with the Man Who Would Be Robocop and Winston Zeddemore.
Side note: Meg Foster is also in here. Damn her eyes are creepy.
Side note: Meg Foster is also in here. Damn her eyes are creepy.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
A zombie movie was inevitable...
The Boneyard
Yeah, zombies movies and shows have become a bit annoying and over done, but they keep cranking them out, and people keep watching them. I'd like to think that this one is a bit more unique given that it's KIDS that become zombies, and it was done in 1991, long before the zombie movie flood.
Not really much of a story, but simply put, an ancient family of custodians keep and evil zombie-like entity fed human flesh so it can be contained. The best, most inconspicuous way of providing is to become undertakers. Brilliant! Well, the last in the line of undertakes has had enough so he basically quits and they get loose in a morgue. Things go to hell, and there's your story. One glaring annoyance was the fact that it took 40 f-ing minutes to do character set up. Clearly they had to make up for the fact that they had little story, but good god that took forever for something to happen. Bah!
But the best part? Phyllis Diller. Yes, that Phyllis! She actually had a large part in the movie. Her character also had the best name: Miss Poopinplatz! I'm not making that up. Eventually she becomes a zombie, but it's more like a caricature in a giant rubber head. And better yet? Her poodle becomes the 'end boss', so to speak. It becomes gigantic, and that's when you realize that the writers and director are just fucking with you. "Ha-ha, we can't believe you made it this far!!! Jokes on you!!!". It's like finding a movie Easter egg just by being patient.
Ok, I'm a little behind in my movie list, so I'll have to make up some ground...just not today.
Yeah, zombies movies and shows have become a bit annoying and over done, but they keep cranking them out, and people keep watching them. I'd like to think that this one is a bit more unique given that it's KIDS that become zombies, and it was done in 1991, long before the zombie movie flood.
Not really much of a story, but simply put, an ancient family of custodians keep and evil zombie-like entity fed human flesh so it can be contained. The best, most inconspicuous way of providing is to become undertakers. Brilliant! Well, the last in the line of undertakes has had enough so he basically quits and they get loose in a morgue. Things go to hell, and there's your story. One glaring annoyance was the fact that it took 40 f-ing minutes to do character set up. Clearly they had to make up for the fact that they had little story, but good god that took forever for something to happen. Bah!
But the best part? Phyllis Diller. Yes, that Phyllis! She actually had a large part in the movie. Her character also had the best name: Miss Poopinplatz! I'm not making that up. Eventually she becomes a zombie, but it's more like a caricature in a giant rubber head. And better yet? Her poodle becomes the 'end boss', so to speak. It becomes gigantic, and that's when you realize that the writers and director are just fucking with you. "Ha-ha, we can't believe you made it this far!!! Jokes on you!!!". It's like finding a movie Easter egg just by being patient.
Ok, I'm a little behind in my movie list, so I'll have to make up some ground...just not today.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Cronos
A different spin on the vampire story involving a clockwork scarab, an alchemist, an antique dealer and his granddaughter...and Ron Perlman. Not the least bit scary but pleasantly entertaining. Oh and there's the immortality-obsessed dying guy. Always have to have one of those. I actually don't have a lot to say about this other than that I enjoyed it. The granddaughter was kind of creepy, though. She's like 8 but accepts her granddad turning into the walking dead like he only got a bad skin rash and had a bout with narcolepsy.
This film is subtitled so if you're anti-reading, you've been warned.
Directed by famed Hellboy director, Guillermo Del Toro. It was in my queue forever just because of that.
This film is subtitled so if you're anti-reading, you've been warned.
Directed by famed Hellboy director, Guillermo Del Toro. It was in my queue forever just because of that.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
There's no such thing as a laughing Karloff
The Old Dark House
My first B&W horror movie of this annual fest, and a Karloff movie to boot! Ah, but all is not as it seems! This is a Horror Comedy, so...yeah...whatever that means. Actually, I get it, but I'm surprised they were doing this in the 30's. That era of horror films were typically very serious but also young enough to still be defining the genre. I'll be right up front, I never laughed once, and I found only one scene amusing. In fact, this is a great movie if you just wanted to watch a black and white movie but not actually pay any attention to it.
To sum this film up, some dorks traveling across the Welsh countryside are stranded in a strange old house do to weather and impassable roads. It's naturally a very weird house filled with weird people. A Lurch-like character (played by Karloff) decides to hit the bottle and starts going on a rampage. Then, someones brother is let loose out of a locked room (see Man in the Iron Mask) and starts setting things on fire. OK, I take it back. This isn't a horror comedy, it's a crappy b&w from 1932 that will put you to sleep. G'night and sweet dreams!
My first B&W horror movie of this annual fest, and a Karloff movie to boot! Ah, but all is not as it seems! This is a Horror Comedy, so...yeah...whatever that means. Actually, I get it, but I'm surprised they were doing this in the 30's. That era of horror films were typically very serious but also young enough to still be defining the genre. I'll be right up front, I never laughed once, and I found only one scene amusing. In fact, this is a great movie if you just wanted to watch a black and white movie but not actually pay any attention to it.
To sum this film up, some dorks traveling across the Welsh countryside are stranded in a strange old house do to weather and impassable roads. It's naturally a very weird house filled with weird people. A Lurch-like character (played by Karloff) decides to hit the bottle and starts going on a rampage. Then, someones brother is let loose out of a locked room (see Man in the Iron Mask) and starts setting things on fire. OK, I take it back. This isn't a horror comedy, it's a crappy b&w from 1932 that will put you to sleep. G'night and sweet dreams!
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