Thought this was pretty neat,
some musings on newspaper clippings of 80's horror movies.
Repetitive thoughts on recent viewings:
White of the Eye (Donald Cammell, 1987) - I mentioned this a while back when Death Delirium was asking around for cool 80's horror recommendations. One of the greatest, most original horror films from the 80's and from where I'm sitting the best of Cammell's four features. On the surface its a serial killer film however very little of it functions like a normal killer thriller. Hell, very little of it functions like a normal film. This is brilliantly unhinged stuff. Usually Lynch is the go-to comparison for a lot of people when it comes to anything that's even semi-oddwhich sort of grates me seeing as Lynch's style is so unique unto itself but in the case of this film its somewhat warranted. Like Lynch, Cammell perfectly captures the evil lurking under a perfect small town façade and populates the entire film with weirdo's while still retaining an entirely singular style. Even the local law enforcement behave like loons. Jaw-dropping Arizona locations and Cathy Moriarty was a stone cold FOX back in the day. Goddamn.
Amantes (Vicente Aranda, 1991) - What to say about this that hasn't already been said a million times over? To reiterate the obvious, one of the best Spanish films ever and an essential 90's title. Sexy, sad, engrossing, jaw-dropping, ect.. Pretty much has it all. One thing that's always irked be a bit, without giving anything away, there's a bit of text that comes up after the final shot that I've always felt was a bit of a cop out. I get trying to be historically accurate (this was based on true story dontcha know) but considering the direction the story takes, it could have gone even further in said direction. Its a minor thing though and in now way is a hindrance to an essentially perfect film as everything that transpires before should leave anyone fully invested in the film utterly speechless. The best picture win for this at the '91 Goya (Spanish Oscar) awards is one of the reasons why European awards are much easier take seriously than certain other award shows. Reputation earned and deserved.
Cold Heaven (Nicolas Roeg, 1991) - Perplexing even by Roeg standards, this film epitomizes the term "open to interpretation" with many open ended questions left lingering, mainly pertaining to the religious aspects. What's to be taken at face value or as a metaphor is wonderfully (and purpusly on Roeg's part no doubt) obscured, particularly whether or not Mark Harmon is actually a ghost or Theresa Russell's visions of the Virgin Mary being psychically linked to a hysterical nuns dream. There's also a brief hint of a kind of demonic possession. The way Roeg uses Catholicism, specifically lapsed Catholicism, and how it comes into play during the final third sort of reminded me of Ferrara at times. Probably could have used a bit more James Russo but I suppose he's got as much screen time as the script called for. Great projectile blood vomiting scene also!