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Deadly Spawn, The

Monday, February 22nd, 2010

a.k.a. Return of the Aliens: The Deadly Spawn
company: Filmline
year: 1983
runtime: 81′
country: United States
director: Douglas McKeown
cast: Charles George Hildebrandt,
Tom DeFranco, Richard Lee Porter,
Jean Tafler, Karen Tighe
James Brewster, Elissa Neil,
Ethel Michelson, John Schmerling,
Judith Mayes, Andrew Michaels
writers: Ted A. Bohus, John Dods,
Douglas McKeown, Tim Sullivan
cinematographer: Harvey M. Bimbaum
music: Paul Cornell, Michael Perllstein
and Kenneth Walker
special effects: John Dods, John Mathews,
John Payne, Kevin G. Shinnick,
Arnold Gargulo and Gregory Ramoundos
disc company: Synapse Films
release date: October 26, 2004
retail price: $19.95
disc details: Region 0 / NTSC / dual layer
video: 1.33:1 / pictureboxed / progressive
audio: Dolby Digital 2.0 mono (English)
subtitles: none
special features: Two feature-length audio
commentaries, production photo and still galleries,
comic-style prequel short, outtakes and audition
tapes, new alternate opening, original trailer,
cast and crew biographies
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Plot: A monster crashes to Earth in a meteorite and crawls into a damp basement, where it slowly eats its way through the members of the family living in the house above.

The Deadly Spawn is the sort of film that could only have emerged from years of heartfelt hard labor on the part of good friends, a grimly imaginative bit of gross-out monster horror that’s at least as much fun as it is rough around the edges.  The brainchild of writer and producer Ted A. Bohus and special effects man John Dods, the film touches base with just about every science fiction monster romp of the preceding 30 years, from It Came from Outer Space and The Blob to the then-recent Ridley Scott mega-hit Alien, while retaining a unique low-budget magic all its own.  Made for about the cost of my second car The Deadly Spawn is far from perfect, but that doesn’t stop it from being a hell of a good time.

The premise is simple: A monster crash-lands in the New Jersey countryside and finds a nice wet home for itself in a family’s basement.  Once there it grows, sending baby monsters out to conquer the surrounding town.  People are eaten, families destroyed, and a monster movie obsessed boy becomes on unlikely hero.

It’s best gotten out of the way early that the script by Bohus, Dods, director Douglas McKeown and production assistant Tim Sullivan, has its fair share of low points.  Long sections of the earliest two thirds of the picture are devoted to slow slogs of exposition, none of which is terribly interesting.  The main cast of high school kids is a welcome change from the traditionally irritating monster-chow variety, at least.  They spend the picture worried about real-world things – grades, studying, a dead uncle in the recliner downstairs – though a brief bit of romantic interest between two of them is better left skipped.  In the end the teenagers exist only to be threatened by the title monster, dependent on the real hero of the story (an eleven year old) for their survival.

The biggest problem with the drama is just how superfluous most of it is, though the true star of the picture – the toothy, multi-headed brainchild of John Dods – and its crafty implementation more than makes up for it.  The Deadly Spawn’s extensive displays of monster-oriented death, mayhem and destruction are certainly its biggest selling point, and with good reason.  The chief creature, roughly a man’s height with three heads and fleshy stalks protruding from its back, spends quality screen time with the young hero in the basement in a series of wonderfully shot scenes.  There are moments where the low key lighting and imaginative framing seem positively inspired.  The most memorable of the scenes by a fair margin is when the child and spawn first meet, the boy watching as the monster vomits up his mother’s disembodied head!



While fans of the new breed of bargain basement monster horror (now industrialized and dominated by a few awful straight-to-video companies) will be accustomed to gore, the violence of The Deadly Spawn was quite graphic and intense for the time.  The many monster attacks are quick-cut and bloody, and rendered all the more effective by the free-for-all nature of the scripting (the film happily abides by Joe Bob Briggs’ rule for horror, that anybody can die at any time).  The Deadly Spawn opens with a classic cult scare, with the monster devouring not one but both of the parents of the household.  Later a teen-aged love interest is unceremoniously beheaded and tossed out of an upper floor window!  An attack on a vegetarian luncheon provides some welcome bad-taste laughs while the schlocker ending takes the “?” finale of The Blob to its logical conclusion, with a gargantuan spawn devouring the countryside.

The John Dods directed special effects, made for little more than the price of the 16mm stock they’re filmed on, are generally excellent.  The full-sized spawn puppet is a magnificent creation, even if it does look a little too much like a trio of razor-toothed cocks perched atop a bulging scrotum base.  Some of the simplest techniques manage the most impressive results, like the tiny tadpole spawns wriggling along barely submerged tracks or two-dimensional paper and foam puppets filmed in silhouette.  There’s little doubt that CGI would be used for such effects these days, but I’ll take the foam-and-rubber work of Dods and company over that newer method of doing business any day.

The Deadly Spawn was quite a success when 21st Century Film Corp. released it theatrically in 1983 (after nearly three years in production), making back ten times its production budget in its opening week in New York.  It was on home video that the film found its real cult following, both in America and especially in mainland Europe (it was banned as a “Video Nasty” in England), and I remember passing by its graphic over-sized Continental Video box many times as a child.  It looked terrible to me then, the cover showing the full-size creature surrounded by dismembered limbs, but it was one of the first videos I rented when I went to work at my hometown’s own (and now defunct) Video Spectrum years later.

The home video market has come a long way since the time The Deadly Spawn was released, and Synapse Films deserves no small amount of praise for doing such an exceptional job of bringing the film to its long-awaited digital debut.  Working from the original 16mm camera negatives, Synapse has delivered the most definitive video release of the title to date.



The 1.33:1 progressive transfer presents The Deadly Spawn in its originally intended aspect ratio, and while the pictureboxing  (to compensate for overscan on traditional television sets) limits the available resolution a bit my complaints about the transfer otherwise are slim.  In fact, I don’t think I have any!  The wonderfully grainy image presents with strong detail and accurately captures the highly variable nature of the photography.  Extensive color correction makes for exceptional results, and the frequent reds (seen in blood, bath robes, and even a telephone) really pop.  There is some minimal damage, limited to infrequent dirt and speckles, but nothing distracting – I’d wager this looks better than many of the 35mm blowups that played theaters in the 80s.   Audio is a healthy Dolby Digital 2.0 monophonic track that faithfully reproduces the highs and lows of no-budget recording.  There are no subtitles.

Proving that The Deadly Spawn was as much a labor of love for Synapse Films as for the original creators, the supplements are stacked.  First up are two audio commentaries, one with writer and producer Ted A. Bohus and another with special effects man John Dods, writer / director Douglas McKeown, production assistant Tim Sullivan, executive producer Tim Hildebrandt and actor Charles Hildebrandt (the 11 year old hero of the film).  The cast and crew track makes for tremendous fun, while the Bohus track tends towards the more serious and informative, covering the troublesome nature of the lengthy production as well as the distribution issues with 21st Century Film Corp.  Other supplements are more traditional, including a theatrical trailer (sourced from tape), extensive stills galleries, filmmaker biographies, and even a bloopers and outtakes reel, though there are some standouts.  We get audition tapes for the cast, a contemporary John Dods introduction to the creature listed as “A Visit with The Deadly Spawn 1982″, an alternate opening with some new effects added, and even a comic book prequel to the film.

I’ll never be one to call The Deadly Spawn a great film, but it’s certainly a fun one and I’ve been a fan for a long while now.  The reasonably priced Synapse Films disc was released on my birthday, 2004, and I picked up my copy as soon as I was off work that evening.  It’s a great disc by any estimation and comes highly recommended to both fans of the feature and monster horror buffs in general.  As for the film, it may be a little shabby but I love it all the same.  This reviewer say see it!

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Hardware – Blu-ray

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

postercompanies: British Screen Productions
year: 1990
runtime: 93′
country: United Kingdom
director: Richard Stanley
cast: Dylan McDermott, Stacey Travis,
John Lynch, William Hootkins
writers: Steve Macmanus, Kevin O’Neill,
Richard Stanley, Michael Fallon,
and Michael Apostolina
cinematographer: Steven Chivers
disc company: Severin Films
release date: October 13, 2009
retail price: $34.95
disc details: Region A / Dual Layer
feature: 1080p HD
audio: Dolby Digital English [2.0 + 5.1]
subtitles: none
reviewed from a screener provided
by Severin Films LLC.

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This article was written over two months ago and originally supposed to be published before Halloween 2009, but somehow slipped through the cracks.  My sincerest apologies to both my readers and the fine people at Severin Films LLC for the lateness of the posting.



Plot: In the future, a dismantled military robot reconstructs itself in the apartment of a metal sculptor and goes on a murderous rampage.

I’d not seen Hardware before the screener arrived on my proverbial doorstep, though I do remember seeing the unattractive video box art in my days as a video rental clerk.  It never struck me as anything terribly worth seeing, and certainly didn’t see many rentals in my year or so there.  Besides, I was too busy filling my head with things like The Deadly Spawn (titles that had captured my youthful imagination by cover alone but which I had been forbidden from viewing, and rightly so, as a child) to bother with something I’d otherwise never heard of.  It’s a pity, really, that I didn’t come around to Hardware sooner, but no matter – this stylish and undeniably weird little industrial slasher was worth the wait.

Set in the dystopian near-future, the film concerns scrounger Mo (McDermott) and his sometimes girlfriend Jill (Travis).  When the opportunity to buy something truly unique – disembodied robot parts – comes along courtesy of a mysterious stranger, Mo jumps at it, thinking the parts would make a great Christmas present for his scrap-sculpting girlfriend.  While Jill sleeps the head of the robot, belonging to a dysfunctional combat android, comes back to life and constructs a body for itself out of the odds and ends it finds around her apartment.  From there on out it’s a battle for survival, with the robot killing anyone it can get its claws (or whirring phallic drillbit) into.

Hardware presents viewers with a suitably distressing backdrop – a future in the midst of a world war where the population is placated with government-controlled media and marijuana.  Much is made of a new government mandate to cease human procreation until mutated genes (the result of heavy amounts of radiation in the atmosphere) can be culled from the exploding population, and pollution in the atmosphere casts everything in an oppressing red light.  Writer / director Richard Stanley’s vision of this future owes much to films and literature that came before – Blade Runner and Soylent Green (as well as the Harry Harrison source novel Make Room! Make Room!) are the more obvious inspirations.

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William Hootkins as Lincoln - pervert extraodinaire . . .

Into this backdrop is tossed a host of odd individuals, like Mo’s constantly tripping friend Shades (John Lynch) and the obese and voyeuristic pervert Lincoln (William Hootkins).  The latter positively steals the show with his few, largely improvised, scenes – he’s certainly one of the most lovable would-be sex offenders in all of filmdom.  Even minor roles here are memorable, with Lemmy (from Motorhead) playing a disgruntled taxi driver and Iggy Pop in the voice-only role of radio DJ Angry Bob.  There are more than enough people of interest to keep the fact that Hardware has so little on its mind from being too distracting.  There’s the pretense of subtext – frequent religious imagery and what have you – but little to back it up in the end.

Of course subtext isn’t what most (myself included) really want out of a film like Hardware.  We want to see the killer robot do what killer robots do, and Hardware’s third act delivers the gory goods in spades.  William Hootkins receives a particularly gruesome end, his eyes gouged out and his head smashed into the floor while the robot’s ludicrous drill-penis tears through his midsection, but the highlight has to be the death of one of a security guards, who is sliced neatly in half by the sliding doors of Jill’s apartment.  Stanley and cinematographer Steven Chivers really make the most of their limited budget here, lingering over the fantastical violence in highly stylized slow-motion takes a la Argento or Fulci.

My only real gripe with the film is in the ’80s music video style of one of its scenes, in which a member of the main cast (I’ll never tell who!) is under the effects of the robot’s lethal hallucinogenic venom (did I mention that it possessed lethal hallucinogenic venom?).  Some of the shots here are just too silly for me to accept, but they’re nothing I can’t live with.  I was actually impressed that such a low budget film could look so good, and Hardware’s production design team works overtime to ensure that what is essentially a one set film never feels constrained.  The little touches – talking elevators and coffee pots and a ludicrous commercial for “radiation free reindeer steaks” – make all the difference.  The score by Simon Boswell, augmented with tracks from Public Image Ltd. and Ministry among others, is first rate – even if the opening theme feels like a spaghetti western rehash of Stefano Mainetti’s theme for Zombi 3.

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Blu-ray case, art copyright 2009 Severin Films LLC

Severin Films has previously impressed with their excellent Blu-ray releases of the Enzo Castellari war efforts The Inglorious Bastards and Eagles Over London, but their disc of Hardware (also available on 2-disc DVD) is their best to date.  Transferred in flawless 1080p in its original aspect ratio of around 1.85:1, the film looks positively new and rarely feels 19 years old.  Damage is nonexistent, detail good, and contrast spot on.  Audio is presented in two flavors of Doldby Digital, 2.0 or 5.1, with no uncompressed option available – there are no subtitles.  Accompanying the feature is a full-length commentary with writer / director Richard Stanely and disc producer Norm Hill.

The supplements are more extensive than I ever could have expected, beginning with the lengthy (53′) documentary No Flesh Shall be Spared about the production of the film and the much shorter Richard Stanley on Hardware 2 (8′).  Next up are two 8mm Richard Stanely films – Incidents in an Expanding Universe (44′, a forerunner to Hardware) and Rites of Passage (10′) – and his 2006 short The Sea of Perdition (8′).  A promotional video, German trailer, and reel of deleted scenes round out the package.  All supplements are HD, though many (deleted scenes, promotional tape, trailer, and 8mm shorts) are sourced from tape.

This was a fun film that I’ve actually watched several times since receiving the screener, even screening it for a few friends on a big flat panel television.  If you’re into the exploitation films of old or just like killer robots then you can’t really go wrong here, and the Severin Films Blu-ray release is definitely the best way to see it.  Both come recommended.

Beyond, The

Monday, November 30th, 2009

postera.k.a. E tu Vivrai nel Terrore – L’aldila / Seven Doors of Death
company: Fulvia Film
year: 1981
runtime: 87′
country: Italy
director: Lucio Fulci
cast: Catriona MacColl,
David Warbeck,
Cinzio Monreale, Antoine Saint-John,
Veronica Lazar, Anthony Flees,
Giovanni De Nava, Al Cliver
writers: Dardano Sachetti,
Giorgio Mariuzzo, and Lucio Fulci
cinematographer: Sergio Salvati
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Plot: Young New Yorker Liza (MacColl) inherits a rundown hotel in New Orleans and decides to re-open it.  Strange events surround the renovations, and Liza, with the help of doctor friend John (Warbeck) and a strange blind woman named Emily (Monreale), soon discovers that her inheritance is built atop one of the seven dreaded doorways to hell.

This long-time favorite has somehow escaped coverage on this site in any of its disparate forms over the years, but with a review of the astoundingly dreadful demi-Fulci opus Zombi 3 now up for mass consumption I figured it was high time to rectify that gross oversight.  The Beyond is part two of the thematically similar but narratively distant non-trilogy of supernatural horrors Fulci directed between 1980 and 1981, bookended by the Lovecraftian gore fest City of the Living Dead and the Freudian The House by the Cemetery.

Previously known for sex comedies (The Eroticist), spaghetti westerns (Four of the Apocalypse), and a spate of violent gialli (Seven Notes in Black), Fulci’s freshman horror effort was the competent if intellectually barren Zombie – a project that earned him considerable name recognition within the genre and gave new direction to his waning career.  For the next several years Fulci would be at the top of the Euro-horror food chain, allowed to persue whatever intellectual interests he wanted with his pictures provided they came packaged with the ludicrous gore setpieces he was known for.

Artist / actor / writer / philosopher Antonin Artaud and his “Theater of Cruelty” had long been an inspiration for the director, and The Beyond owes its perceived incoherence to the concept.  Believing that the imagined was as much a part of reality as the tangible, Artaud’s concept was to reveal truth, and shatter what he saw as the false reality audiences were expecting, through production and performance.  For Fulci this meant focusing on image and atmosphere to evoke strong reactions in audiences, narrative coherence be damned.  The Beyond may begin as a simple haunted house yarn, but it veers into the bizarre early and powers down the rabbit hole from there.

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The plot, very loosely detailed above, is calculated for confusion.  The basic narrative, in which Liza tries to uncover the history of the haunted house she’s inherited, is never completely derailed, only invaded from all sides by the unknown.  Like Fulci’s earlier City of the Living Dead, The Beyond presents audiences with a reality in the process of being torn apart.  Much like Lovecraft’s own, Fulci’s unknown is an intangible yet malevolent force just waiting for a chance to come crawling out of the woodwork (or a hole in the basement) to wreak unimaginable horror on the world at large.  The Lovecraftian inspiration backing Fulci’s work here is obvious, and he throws a mysterious text titled The Book of Eibon into the proceedings as homage to the author.

The script, by Dardano Sachetti (Zombie), Giorgio Mariuzzo (The House by the Cemetery), and Fulci, is populated with strange side characters – two housekeepers that came with the hotel, a doctor investigating post-death brain activity, a potentially possessed little girl, and others – with occasionally questionable and frequently unknown motivations.  Housekeeper Arthur seems perpetually sweaty and nervous, and rummages around Liza’s bedroom in his spare time.  Housekeeper Martha just behaves creepily, wandering around a flooded basement with an oil lamp and giving knowing glances to the plumber who comes to fix the mess.  The potentially-possessed girl seems relatively harmless until after a funeral, when she suddenly presents with the same blind and shattered eyes as Emily.

The blind Emily is obviously a denizen of Fulci’s hell, though her purpose on Earth is unclear.  After hinting at awful things to come and confusing poor Liza into a state of panic she is confronted by the undead painter / warlock Schweik (Antoine Saint-John, Duck You Sucker) and his swiftly growing mob of the recently deceased.  She is quick to let him know that she’s done what she was supposed to do, though the audience is left in the dark as to just what that may be.  None of the side characters serve much in the way of narrative importance, they’re just intriguing stepping stones between the outrageously violent gags that serve as the meat to The Beyond’s potatoes.

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Fulci must have had a field day conceptualizing the multitude of horrendous ways in which the supporting cast is dispensed with.  Liza’s property manager is gruesomely devoured by talkative tarantulas while the aforementioned potentially-possessed girl is chased by the malevolent red goo that’s left of her mother, whom she saw dissolved by a conveniently placed (and ludicrously full) canister of acid just moments before.  The blind Emily survives the onslaught of Schweik and his zombie minions only to be ripped to pieces by her once faithful German shepherd.  In perhaps the best gag of them all, a zombie is seen rising from a bathtub to attack Martha as she cleans a bathroom.  He grabs the poor woman by the face, taking careful aim before planting the back of her head on a nail and sending one of her eyes popping out of its socket.

Make-up effects man Gianetto de Rossi (The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue) is in top form here and his fine craftsmanship merges perfectly with Fulci’s eye for detail, elevating the Techniscope terrors of The Beyond to a strange sort of art.  Rarely has explicit violence been rendered with such aesthetic prowess, and there’s beauty to be had among the liters of expended stage blood.  Perhaps more interesting to me after the dozens of times I’ve seen the film is the uniquely cruel Fulcian humor that constantly bubbes just below the surface.  That the gateway to hell under Lisa’s hotel is opened by a nosy plumber (named Joe, of course) is on the verge of being parodic, and the sight of Emily fumbling about in a circle of unseen assailants feels like a particularly malicious prank.

The Beyond has seen a huge resurgence in popularity in the USA since the 1990’s, thanks to a theatrical reissue from Grindhouse Releasing and Tarantino’s Rolling Thunder and subsequent releases on home video through Anchor Bay.  Those home video releases are now long out of print, but Grindhouse Releasing filled the void by re-releasing The Beyond to DVD, with a newly remastered transfer to boot, in October of 2008.  I’ve not seen that disc (am waiting on the eventual jump to Blu-ray since I already own the OOP Anchor Bay disc), but online reviews attest that it is up to the high standards Grindhouse has set for itself since the 2005 special edition of Cannibal Holocaust.

Heralded by many as Fulci’s masterpiece, The Beyond is one strange customer.  It asks many questions in its 87 minutes and answers almost none of them, and the ambiguous ending will surely leave many scratching their heads.  But no one has ever captured the vision of all literal hell loosed upon the modern world like Fulci did, and The Beyond is a showcase for an underrated director at the height of the second wave of his career.  Highly recommended.

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Zombi 3

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

postera.k.a. Zombie Flesh Eaters 2
company: Flora Film
year: 1988
runtime: 95′
country: Italy / Philippines
directors: Lucio Fulci, with
Bruno Mattei and Claudio Fragasso
cast: Deran Saradian, Beatrice Ring,
Ottaviano Dell’Acqua, Massimo Vanni,
Ulli Reinthaler, Marina Loi
writers: Claudio Fragasso
and Rossella Drudi
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single discboxed set

Plot: A rag-tag bunch of soldiers and college kids try to survive a zombie apocalypse in the Philippines and the hazmat-suited death squads sent out by the Army to contend with it.

There was at least some potential for decency, if not greatness, to be had with ZOMBI 3.  Producer Franco Gaudenzi, looking to tap into the post-RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD popularity of the genre by creating a name sequel in the unofficial ZOMBI franchise, at least had the courtesy to bring in horror maestro Lucio Fulci to oversee things.  It’s unfortunate that the project went downhill as quickly as they apparently did, leaving whatever potential the film had woefully untapped. “I don’t repudiate any of my movies except ZOMBI 3,” Fulci said in a 1995 interview.  “It has been done by a group of idiots.”

What idiots, you ask?  Fulci mentions three by name – directors Claudio Fragasso and Bruno Mattei, who took over the completion of the project after Fulci abandoned it (due to health concerns some say), and production manager Mimmo Scavia, whom the director says was more interested in chasing Filipino girls than in his job on the film.  It is reported that only fifty or so minutes of the footage Fulci directed remains in the film.  The rest is the work of Fragasso and Mattei, the pair previously responsible for the mind-numbing HELL OF THE LIVING DEAD.

While Fulci seems content with his usual gore gags, including a marvellous flying zombie head that pops out of a refrigerator and mauls a young man to death, and a few self-referential moments, Fragasso and Mattei seem confused as to what earlier films they should mine for ideas.  RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD was an obvious inspiration – talking zombies appear from time to time (many in scenes derived directly from the Dan O’Bannon film) and the contagion is spread in the same manner (through the cremation of an infected body).  Romero’s DAY OF THE DEAD seems to have been as well, inspiring a long running scientists-versus-Army-men subplot.  Even the hard-rocking Lamberto Bava flick DEMONS is pillaged, leading to a number of ZOMBI 3’s titular monsters sporting claws!

The end result is a tremendously weird undead opus with absolutely no internal logic and an uncanny ability to entertain for all the wrong reasons.  The script by Fragasso and co-writer Rosella Drudi, apparently still being revised when Fulci flew the coup, is an awful mess that undoubtedly sounds even worse dubbed as ZOMBI 3 was dubbed.  The lengthy dialogues between the head scientist of the “Death 1″ project and the General in charge of cleaning up the zombie mess are particularly poor in conception, a problem made ludicrously worse through the performances of Robert Morius (forever accenting with his hands) and Mike Monty in those respective roles.

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The focus throughout tends to be more on action than horror, in spite of a bevy of Franco Di Girolamo [NIGHTMARE CITY, THE NEW YORK RIPPER] gore effects, and ZOMBI 3 sports both an exploding gas station and plenty of macho-men with machine guns.  Even the zombie scenes are more kinetic than the usual, with the contaminated / undead bursting out of corners with machetes or hopping off of rooftops and the like.  Occasionally the action-oriented approach works well, as when a soldier is attacked by zombies (including his newly legless female companion!) by a bubbling pool.

The rest tends towards pure hokum.  Zombies leap off pillars and lie in wait behind cabinet doors, in the rafters, or even ‘neath abandoned pregnant women (!).  There are a couple of attempts at seriousness, as in a few stylized slow-motion shots of the ongoing death squad massacre (coupled with a “trust the government” speech from blind DJ Blue Heart), but they are few and far between.  Fulci takes to filling the screen with fog and shooting with considerable diffusion, perhaps to save his audience from the idiocy he knew was playing out before the camera.  It’s a pity he never thought to direct it with the same comic sensibility he brought to so many of his pre-horror films (THE EROTICIST, et al.).

ZOMBI 3 is undeniably awful, but its terribleness may just be its saving grace.  It certainly adds to the overall recommendability.  If you’re interested in seeing doofuses in hazmat suits fist-fighting two army men when they all have perfectly good machine guns available (at least one of which is wielded as a club!) or watching pesky clawed zombies push unsuspecting girls out of windows (or even leaping out of them themselves!) then ZOMBI 3 is clearly a film for you.  It has all of that and more, and that aforementioned flying zombie head to boot.

This one suffered handily at the hands of censors but was restored to its full 95 minute running time for the 2002 Media Blasters / Shriek Show DVD release.  The composite job looks pretty dreadful all around, with numerous switches between film-sourced and tape-sourced elements, but it’s the best I’ve seen the film look to date.  It’s recommended to fans and the curious alike and can be had quite cheaply as part of The Zombie Pack, a three disc combo package that also includes two proto-sequels (Claudio Fragasso’s entertaining AFTER DEATH and Joe D’Amato’s KILLING BIRDS, the latter of which was produced a year before this film), or much more expensively as an individual release.

Inarguably idiotic and a complete failure in the fields of both horror and action, ZOMBI 3 nevertheless has the potential to be one of the most entertaining of Italy’s many many flesh eating fiascoes.  It’s all about expectations.  Personally, I loved it.  Recommended.

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D’Amato’s ROSSO SANGUE coming July 28th from Mya Communication

Monday, July 13th, 2009

Joe D’Amato’s slasher-inspired semi-sequel to his 1980 horror ANTHROPOPHAGUS is finally seeing the light of day on English-friendly DVD.  ROSSO SANGUE [also known as ABSURD and HORRIBLE, the title used for the upcoming release] has only previously seen release on German DVD.  Those interested can check out an advance review over at DVD Drive-In and pre-order the film from Amazon.com.

Also scheduled for July 28th and also from Mya Communication is Sergio Martino’s ISLAND OF THE FISHMEN.  Sorry to be announcing these so late, but Mya has no official site as far as I’m aware and it can be difficult to keep up with their release schedule.

Flesh Eaters, The

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

Vulcan Productions [1964] 87′
country: United States
director: JACK CURTIS
cast: MARTIN KOSLECK, BYRON SANDERS,
cast: BARBARA WILKIN, RITA MORLEY
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Here’s an under-seen and under-appreciated little independent gem from the heyday of 60’s science fiction horrors. By the middle fifties Sci-fi and horror themed exploitationers were thrilling young audiences with their increasing levels of on-screen violence. While imports like X THE UNKNOWN [1956, US release 1957] featured a few brief effects shocks, it was Mario Bava’s CALTIKI THE IMMORTAL MONSTER [1959, released State-side in September of 1960] introduced Americans to their first real taste of modern gore by showing the gruesome physical effects of people devoured alive by its titular menace. Other films, domestic and otherwise, would soon be following suit, with H. G. Lewis’ BLOOD FEAST setting the high watermark for early 60’s carnogarphy in 1963.

THE FLESH EATERS never approaches the delirious excesses of Lewis’ creation, but it’s a fine example of truth in advertising. Produced in 1962 and released theatrically in 1964 [the ad campaigns famously promised that audiences would be "sterilized" with fear], the film is rather extreme given the time in which it was produced and has no shortage of effects payoffs relating to its namesake.

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