Probably there was porn as long as there was cameras, old deriggables-type of Margaret Ann pullling up her bloomers or opening her corset, but here is Buio Omega, or "Beyond the Darkness" procured in Severin film livery for the princely sum of $9.12.
I should have bought almost three thousand of them at that price, me an Elon Musk or Jay-Z of the blog world, a wealth of ideas if not of money.
Perturbation is something that comes to us all, and the fuse is as they say, "readily at hand".
Joe D'Amato's effects masterpiece, known perhaps for its tricky camera angles and so forth than any real heroics, and certainly not known for its story, a sister-loving taxidermist, and his sister, competing for his full affections, for a dead lady.
It's the Fulci effect, that the story is asinine, but the effects shot sells the piece, and it does, and perhaps, I threw up in a trash can watching this one ages ago, toss my cookies in a trash can, but was powerless to look away.
I'm thinking, that not even Blue Underground would touch this one.
Sort of a modern day Frankenstein, sorely lacking in the available melodrama, and their could be melodrama, with the exception that the taxidermist seems to be irrepressibly horny for the dead girl, and his own sister to some extent, and stick his thing into quite a few ladies in the film that are neither of those two.
The bathroom floor: this was art, high art, putting the ladies nude thigh and pelvis front and center, that if the effects man wasn't a genius, certainly the cinematographer was worthy of mention for that idea.
A lopping, a flopping, a machete that finally dings the bathroom tile, and Jason couldn't have done it better himself.
And for $9.12, me being in for 10.30 or so.
Joe the Tomato not withstanding, and missing bike riders and all, it was not really a good time, watching basically a sicko do an autopsy on his dead girlfriend, but really, it had to be done on film at some point. And just for the record, it was my parents that chose the film years back, not me. But later I'd have that bit of snooty love of foreign film, but Mr Hurlot this isn't. The only hurling was my potatoes au gratin ejecting from my throat.
"Joe Tomato.
Youngling me chunking cheesy potato.
He knocked out her window.
Climbing over her azalea.
Severin Films
has no gag reflex."
A good time, I wot, if you have a clinical interest in gore scenes, but for the morbid? There was the sister, I guess. Gothic slut popping a titty in his mouth as a reward, and milk of mongolasia, it was, he seemed to like it.
-Tout Finis
site tip jar. feed for a dead horse, mayhap.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you for your interest in the material. Feel free to post, and speak your mind. "Democracy is the conundrum in which good peoples repair."