Garden of Love (Olaf Ittenbach, 2003) - Blandly re-titled The Haunting of Rebecca Verlaine for is American DVD release, this is actually an interesting case of cross subgenre pollination from the madman behind the German SOV splatter classics Black Past (1989) and The Burning Moon (1992). At heart its a ghost story but its also a splatter film, a revenge film from the ghosts angle and a "drive the woman crazy" type of film with some nasty twists somewhat reminiscent of the twists found in 60's/70's Italian thrillers. Being an Ittenbach film, naturally the gore gets the most attention in the (oftentimes mixed to negative) reviews but there's actually only three big gore setpieces, the centerpiece being a showstopping ghost attack on a SWAT team with some pretty awe-inspiring effects. There's a fair bit of atmosphere whenever the ghosts, who look incredible, make themselves known to lead actress Natacza Boon who handles the psychology of the film terrifically and has a unique, almost Shelley Duvall-esque look. Really a good little film to seek out as an example of solid, post 2000 Euro horror.
Angel Mine (David Blyth, 1978) - The debut feature from the original kiwi bad boy (who would follow this up with Death Warmed Up (1984), the first New Zealand horror film) that caused such a shitstorm in New Zealand it had some critics openly calling for stricter censorship and was inadvertently branded with any awesome byline when "This film contains punk cult material!" written on its 18 ratings certificate. A brilliantly unhinged send-up of marriage and dead end domesticity centered around a couple who's love life has long lost its spark leading them to live vicariously through fantasy scenarios based on advertising, its edited in such a way where aside from the most outlandish scenes, its oftentimes very difficult to differentiate between reality and fantasy, especially when the main narrative is briefly interrupted by ridiculous fake commercials, one which includes the grim reaper mowing his lawn and stopping for a beer with the slogan "Don't let your lawn be the death of you!" Its a film that was ahead of its time in so many ways (no doubt to its detriment upon its initial release as is often the case with films like this) in the way it explores how the media influences self-image and its predicting of everything from Viagra to amateur porn. The very definition of a cult film, this. Kind of baffling why it doesn't have a bigger following.