24th January 2015, 10:38 AM
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| Cultist on the Rampage | | Join Date: May 2011 Location: Leeds, UK | |
THE HOUSE OF MORTAL SIN - A bad priest stalks someone in seventies UK. Stephanie Beacham is involved. In all honesty this is not my fave Pete Walker film, but there's plenty of good stuff on show - not least the dowdy dominion of beige which is/was Britain at the time. Cortinas aside, there are some nicely vicious kills to pepper up the downbeat tawdryness, and some depressingly bleak moments centring on the nasty priest's relationship with his paralysed mother which feel like they were lifted from that Ingmar Bergman directed episode of Crossroads. Sheila Keith, as ever, is at hand, this time with a bizarre eye deformity which gets thrown in to make random sense of a minor narrative point at the last minute. Things like that really make movies worthwhile for me. Anyway, THOMS, or 'The Confessional' as it's known on the Shriek Show DVD I watched the other day, is always going to be a doable proposition for Walker fans and people into pessimistic Brit-grit.
PRIVATE PARTS - The excellent 'Private Parts', directed by Paul Bartel in the early seventies, plays with a strange handful of marbles, some of which bear an obvious resemblance to 'Psycho'. I was also reminded of Curtis Harrington movies, and of John Waters too in some respects. A teenage runaway lands at her Aunt's decrepit guesthouse and takes root. She becomes obsessed with a creepy photographer, who spies on her through a badly concealed peephole. Things get gradually creepier. 'Private Parts' has a sleazy atmosphere, but it's not explicit (in fact, I think it was released by a major studio back in its day). What it captures so well is the simmering seediness of downtown LA, which I have never had any first hand experience of but occasionally romanticise about. The cast is dominated by interesting and strange characters, all of whom cohabit the shabby, twilit 'old dark house' realm of the hotel. Together, they embody and transmit the down-at-heal ambience of the film as a whole. There are various highlights, the depiction of the photographer's kink of choice being the best bit (injecting hypos of blood into transparent, water filled blow up dolls really does it for me too). Definitely a sordid little gem that seems a little forgotten these days. You must see Paul Bartel's 'Private Parts'! (preferably through a hole in the wall of a flea ridden motel etc etc)
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