More highlights from my annual, personal, horror-thon (images link to trailers)…
I don’t usually say “WTF,” but WTF?!?! Baby is grown man kept as an infant by his mother (Ruth Roman) and sisters. Throw in an obsessed social worker and you have a premise to put all manner of female creepiness on parade, circa 70s liberation with groovy dancing tossed into the mix. There’s no gore, but it makes you squirm with dire discomfort. OMG the babysitter…. [Amazon Video]
Soap opera slasher among mod, Italian, fashion models. Who cares if the plot is silly? Every shot is a gorgeous, saturated masterpiece. [I recommend Blu-Ray but also on YouTube]
Like Prom Night, but pumped up, Aussie-nuts. Gross, hilarious, and really nicely designed. [Netflix]
Not sure why this classy indie thriller didn’t get a theatrical push earlier this year. Similar to the Audrey-Hepburn-Alan-Arkin classic, Wait Until Dark, we have here an isolated blind woman (Kate Siegel aka Mrs. Flanagan) terrorized by a crazed killer (awesome John Gallagher Jr.). So simple. So scary. Classy thriller. [Netflix]
Top-notch Hammer horror with all the fancy period costumes and sets, ripping bodices, etc. Interesting how zombies have evolved over the years (see: Better Off Dead: The Evolution of the Zombie as Post-Human, Deborah Christie and Sarah Juliet Lauro [eds]). [DailyMotion] This film makes 99 of the EMP Museum‘s “100 Horror Films to See Before You Die” that I have seen! [Not of this Earth still to see].
I was in love with the first half of this film. Great period look, L.A. 1967, shrewd and lovely cinematography, interesting characters, fun opening scene — it had me hook, line, and sinker. Then as it entered the home stretch, something happened which struck me as so stupid that it threw me out of the movie. Wha — really? I took a breath, let it go, and waited for the movie to get good again. Waited… and waited… uh… nope. I saw it in the theater thanks to this NY Times Critic’s Pick, which is accurate except for: “…though eventually the proceedings turn a little silly.” A little, Mr. Genzlinger?