8th April 2012, 01:00 AM
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| Cultist on the Rampage | | Join Date: May 2011 Location: Leeds, UK | |
PETER, PORTRAIT OF A SERIAL KILLER - The Sutcliffe case laid bare via a strange hybrid of found footage, TVesque psycho-drama and arthouse surrealism. Not for every palate, but I liked it, despite the rubbish title. Benefits from its non-linear approach and features startling use of FGTH's 'The Power of Love' (soundtracking a particularly bereft psyche ward day room!) Captures the true essence of early eighties W Yorks scuminess... Red Riding only came close on the page. Look forward to more from director Skip Kite, if possible.
DRESSED TO KILL - The epitome of stylish eighties bad taste, featuring what must be the sleaziest ever opening sequence in mainstream movie history. De Palma has made better films and I prefer him elsewhere (ie in Sisters, Phantom of the Paradise, Blow Out), but this is still good crazy stuff with some inspired passages - the gallery sequence for one. Like the (possible) sense of Giallo spiralling another notch - from Hitchcock to Italian rip off to Italian rip off-rip off masquerading as Hitchcock homage?
VIOLENCE IN A WOMEN'S PRISON - WIP trash from Mattei. Not as sleazy as some of its kind, but entertaining anyway. Laura Gemser goes undercover in an Italian jail, hoping to expose corruption... predictably, a triumvirate of tits, ass and beaver is exposed instead. The flimsy plot serves only to roll out a series of more or less exploitative scenes, my faves being a fairly mental rodent attack and DeSalle turning on after an episode of queasy forced sex voyeurism... not to mention a baffling sequence during which Gemser is imprisoned within a cylindrical 'bell' and subjected to assault via metal percussion (I'm sure I clocked Blixa Bargeld stroking his silky villain's moustache in the background). Regardless, this one features on exemplary synth soundtrack which plays in my mind's ear whenever I lay back, close my eyes and whisper the letters 'V-H-S' over and over...
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