January 10, 2008
Blood Delirium
Delirio di sangue (1988) aka Blood Delirium
Not to be missed for fans of John Philip Law. Hilarious as the tortured "Maestro", who lives in a castle with his thuggish, rape-crazed servant "Herman" (Gordon Mitchell) and paints with blood from the victims of Herman's attacks. Apparently his descent begins after the death of his wife, a renowned pianist. He plays the organ while her body is lying in the church and Herman takes advantage while his back is turned for a quickie with the corpse. Later he hallucinates her face laughing at him, mixed with bright flashing lights and smoke. Then of course he meets a woman who looks JUST LIKE her and the fun begins. Herman rapes and kills a village girl while the "second" Christina is staying at the castle ("La Roca") and she sees him butchering the body in a stable. So they drug her and dress her up like the dead wife, whose skeleton they exhumed and dressed up with a dime store mask. Christina Mark II's friend comes to help but they sic the dog on her and use her for "more color." Lots of long takes of Herman patiently holding nude female corpses head down and the Maestro raging in his studio. ("Can you give me the color of suffering? Gnyaaaah!!!!!") Movie Madness has a DVD-R copy.
The Maestro drains Karin for "color"
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Credit: Prod. Cine Decima, dist. Alpha Filmes (Brazil) (video)
November 23, 2004
The Grudge
Celeste and I saw The Grudge on Saturday 11/20. I agree with a review I read by accident a few days before. It said that you didn't have the time to sympathize with any of the characters who are attacked by the ghost. The scares are real and frequent, but they're in the form of a litany, with no logic other than the assertion provided by the titles and featured in the trailer, i.e., "When someone dies in the grip of a powerful rage..." &c. There is a story, but it seems like a prop for the scary scenes. The characters are passers-by but one and his important connection is glossed over. Peter Kirk goes to Kayako's house and solves the mystery after the fact. Why is there no dialogue between them? The idea of a dangerous introvert obsessed with a blissfully ignorant someone is a great dramatic device, even if it's not new. But they never exploit it. Even a few minutes of interaction could have made the difference. True, the scenes in and of themselves almost make up for the lack of story: the M.R. James-ian* crawling ghost is particularly effective and almost unbearably frightening. The croaking sound effect is a little heavy-handed and several in the audience began to imitate it in fun after a few repetitions. Overall, though, the individual frights succeed. It's just that once the ghost is trotted out, it's the same scare over and over.
*Read his short story The Mezzotint