When it comes to cult Italian horror films, a few notorious names instantly spring to mind. From Lucio Fulci to Ruggero Deodato, Dario Argento and Mario Bava; there’s no doubt that these directors are some of the best names in cult Italian cinema. But with Shameless Screen Entertainment’s upcoming release of one of the greatest and most atmospheric gialli, The House With Laughing Windows, what better time than now, to look at the man responsible for this eerie thriller; Pupi Avati. Having directed over 40 films and television show, his career has spanned many genres from buddy comedies and even a musical, but he’ll always be best-known for his gripping horror films!

His film career kicked off instantly with a  little horror film titled Balsamus l’uomo di Satana (AKA. Blood Relations – The Man Of Satan). With the tagline ‘Grotesque ‘Bordello’ of Nightmares!’ and it’s surreal, twisted nature, you’d be mistaken for thinking Pupi Avati’s future would be gushing with blood, gore and gruel. However, his entries in the horror genre have been low on guts, but high on tension!

In 1976, Avati created his masterpiece. The House With The Laughing Windows takes the giallo genre (which was beginning to fade) into frightening new lands. What can be described as Don’t Look Now meets Fulci’s Don’t Torture A Duckling, this giallo  is set away from the hussle-bustle swinging cities and deliberately subverts the gratuitous nudity and violence that this ‘genre’ had become known for. Instead, we’re treated to a Gothically stylistic rural thriller, drenched and entombed in an eerie atmosphere, taking reference from the best of Mario Bava.

His next cult success came six years later with the bizarre zombie film, Zeder. Dipping his toes into the genre, Avati’s surreal, mesmeric fingerprints can be seen stamped all over this movie. While Italian cinema was bombarded with throat-rippings, flesh-eating and shotgun blasts to the face in the hugely popular zombie boom, once again Avati gives us something much more refined. This chiller ditches the gore for a moody, dark and, again, atmospheric classic.

Since these two incredible movies, Pupi Avati has dabbled with the horror genre with very successful results. In the mid-90s, his film The Arcane Encounter proved once again his talent, with Guillermo del Toro being one of it’s biggest fans!

But don’t be fooled into thinking that Avati doesn’t have a sleazy side. Whilst his directed films may be classy, some of the screenplays he’s written are anything but! Helping to pen Lamberto Bava’s first movie, Macabre, Avati is also responsible for writing the super controversial Salo!

Shameless Screen Entertainment’s THE HOUSE WITH LAUGHING WINDOWS is out Monday 19th November. Pre-order yours here!







The standard rhetoric is that the horror is best served Italian, American or British (with an occasional side order of ghostly Sushi from the Japanese), but for scary movie fans with one foot in the world cinema camp, the Spanish aren’t to be sniffed at. They’ve been pumping out hundreds of movies – from real chilling classics to brain scrambling kitsch shlock – for decades, even if the odd fascist dictator like Franco occasionally decided to get censorious in order to protect the people from themselves. Let’s be clear about this… Any country that can spit out a tits and terror hero like Jess Franco has to have something going for it in the realms of fright flicks, porn drenched Lesbian vampire movies and grisly undead shockers.

So here’s my primer. Just a few classics to prove that the awesome [REC] franchise isn’t some strange anomoly…

The Living Dead at The Manchester Morgue (1974)

These day,s eco disaster is standard issue in the horror movie but in this unique, British set Italio-Spanish production, mankind’s obsession with fiddling with the natural world leads to some pretty horrific gore splattered Zombie action in a movie that forms a neat bridge between Romero’s Night of the Living Dead in the late 60s and Dawn of the Dead and its pasta rip-offs a decade or so later. From a film of this vintage, it pours on the gore in torrents and there’s a general air of the surreal and unsettling that acts as a pre-cursor to some of the more batshit insane Italian flesheater epics of the early 80s, such as the output of fever dream specialist Lucio Fulci.

Romasanta (2004)

Werewolf movies… Unwitting villain who didn’t choose his fate, psychological torment, silver bullets, waking up naked in the woods with half a dead sheep. Such is the typical cinematic offering. But Romasanta – from the man who brought you the Rec movies – is a different animal. More of a 19th century police procedural with a psychological bent than a straight up horror flick, this a film that is unfairly overlooked. Our fiend presents himself as victim of Lycanthropy but the officer pursuing the foul serial killer thinks differently. Romasanta turns all the cliches laid out in the classic Universal horror pictures on their heads and should be sought out by any fan of Wolf’s Bane and the silvery light of a full Moon.

H6: Diary of a Serial Killer (2006)

Trust the Spanish to jump on the torture-porn bandwagon with a completely skewed take on the material. No elaborate Saw-like traps or moral lessons here. Just a sick F**K in a tarp-lined room who likes to dismember women. Take one relentlessly psychopathic man recently released after a 25 year stint behind bars, let him inherit an old hotel where he has the space and privacy to exact his twisted will on his victims and then give him a mission to ‘purify’ those who have lost the will to live. If you can get out from behind your hands and actually watch this unrelentingly grim and sordid but rather excellent affair I salute you.

The Blind Dead Series (1970s)

Mentioning Spanish horror without taking about The Blind Dead is impossible. These films alone earn the country a seat at the grown-ups table when it comes to 70s horror that slams European Gothic, Sexploitation and general Grindhouse weirdness into one messed up package. There’s a touch of the Hammer studios about these graphic tales of undead Templer Knights who lost their souls in the pursuit of power and now ride the night, searching with sightless eyes for generally topless girls to sate their foul hungers upon. Creaky, bizarre and dated they may be, but consider this. They filmed secret stronger sequences under the radar of Franco’s fascist regime for foreign markets. Horror producers in the 70s may have been exploitation hucksters, but they were also part of the revolution.

Panic Beats (1983)

Another thing you can’t avoid in a discussion of Spanish horror is the name Paul Naschy. The Madrid Lon Chaney Jr, who starred as El Hombre Lobo in a host of Spanish Wolfman movies, is the face of Spanish shlock-horror and it would have been easy to pick an obvious title from his extensive filmography that reflected his recurring role as Waldemar Daninsky – the tragic figure cursed with the werewolf’s bite – but that would be too easy wouldn’t it? Instead, let me draw your attention to something really, REALLY weird… Panic Beats, the chilling and also extremely kitsch tale of a ghost knight who returns to his castle every one hundred years to ice any troublesome women who happen to causing his descendants grief. Politically correct? Not a chance. Wild and screwy entertainment? What do you think!

Fragile (2005)

Another hidden gem, overlooked by horror fans perhaps because they see Calista Flockhart and assume it’s a romantic drama about a fragile Ally McBeal character instead a twisted tale of broken limbs and a haunted children’s ward. There’s a ghost in the hospital who was once a nurse obsessed with a young patient suffering brittle bone disease. This damaged angel of mercy deliberately shattered the child’s limbs in order to keep her in treatment. Driven to madness, the mentally unstable carer threw herself down a lift shaft and now she’s back from the dead to snap more delicate arms and legs. See this movie, it’s about as far from sassy lawyers getting down to Vonda Shepard in a cocktail bar as you can get.

Who Can Kill A Child? (1976)

Before The Children of the Corn, there was a little Spanish film about an island of psycho kids with murder and mayhem pumping through their veins. After a documentary intro about the effects of war on children, we meet an English couple on a last jolly before the birth of their child. Their idyllic island hideaway is far from the ideal locale however, populated as it is with a horde of grim-faced silent children with a certain look in their eyes. These kids have obviously wiped out the adult population and have the ability to turn unaffected youngsters into dead faced murderers like themselves. Now this innocent couple, who ironically are about to bring a new life into the world, must decide… Can they kill a child?

La Cabina (1972)

Aside from the Rec movies – after all, that’s why we’re here today – if you watch one movie from Spain, see this absolutely chilling flick. Well, when I say movie, it’s actually an Emmy awarding winning episode from a Twilight Zone style TV series but as an exercise in fear and building tension, it’s almost unbeatable. Do I offer spoilers for this? Is there any point in explaining the plot. I think no… If you haven’t seen it yet, head to Youtube where you’ll find it in full and prepare to be completely surprised and bowled over. So many films are described as nightmare visions but in the main, they are carefully referenced genre works constructed from familiar tropes. La Cabina is very different. It feels as if the screenwriter awoke from a night terror, reached for paper and pen on the bedside table and wrote about the REM sleep horrors his mind had created before they faded from memory. There really is nothing else like this.


Pieces (1982)

I include Pieces not because it’s a great movie, it isn’t. Entertaining maybe, a box ticker certainly, but good? It depends on your stomach for genre I suppose. No, I include Pieces in our Spanish horror run down because, like the Quasi-religious disease that sweeps through the various casts of the Rec movies, turning them into flesh-starved, brainless, rotting zombie-like fiends, this movie demonstrates how the US slasher boom acted like a foul plague, infecting film industries around the world with its Point-of-view, through the eyes of the killer camera work, Reaganomic sexual morality and leering cheesecake shots. Pieces is so typical it makes your teeth aches. Heres ‘that’ prologue. You know the one… The one where the future killer is turned evil by some depraved act by a parent (the other one being the high school or college prank intro). Here’s the kid decades later, ready to kill nubile women and their dates, especially if the girls put out. Pieces, like so many of these films is simple, stalk/slash fun but it serves to remind us that Spain has always had a eye on the international market when it comes to creating cinema terror.

The Blood Spattered Bride (1972)

Familiar title? You might remember it as a chapter heading in Tarantino’s Kill Bill but don’t dismiss it as yet another element of Quentin’s mixtape movie making factory, this is one of the pivotal sapphic vampire flicks of the 1970s. As morality loosened and sex and death became the mainstay of B-cinema and exploitation hacks, The Blood Splattered Bride rose above the pack and sits alongside some of the movies of French art-porn maven Jean Rollin in the blood-on-breasts, Lesbian vampire genre. Grindhouse fans will know this movie from it’s outrageous double bill trailer when it was teamed with the less than subtle I Dismember Mama and actors posing as audience members played insane after witnessing the shocking reality of the two movies but The Blood Spattered Bride is a much more modest, erotic and quietly disturbing movie with a unique if occasionally a little too sedate style.

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