Showing posts with label gore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gore. Show all posts

Friday, August 1, 2008

Dead Alive

Schlock and Awe

In ancient Rome, gladiators fighting to the death drew huge masses of spectators. In the old west, public hangings were huge events and drew large crowds. Now that such public carnage is no longer around, where can people go to sate there need for viewing carnage? "Dead Alive" can fill the gore void.

I would venture to guess that the average movie-goer knows Peter Jackson as the director of the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy. But most don't know about his sordid past as a horror/comedy director. "Dead Alive" was Jackson's third feature, and he didn't have any studio execs looking over his shoulder, so he was able to include all the excess of extreme gore that he wanted.

The gore may have been excessive, but it was presented in a humorous way, so it was far less disturbing than it could have been if it was presented in a realistic manner. The humor in this horror/comedy was not conventional-movie-comedy. Instead of humorous situations, one-liners, and sight gags; "Dead Alive" has loads of gross-out gags. I'll give one non-spoiler example: A woman, who is turning into a zombie, is having custard with guests. While they are eating, pus shoots out of the woman's arm and into her guest's custard. He, of course, proceeds to eat the pus-laden custard. Funny stuff, I know.

Jackson packs so much gore into this movie that it seems like an addiction. Jackson reminds me of a small child that learned how to make a noise on an electronic toy. All afternoon, that same electronic noise is played over and over again until you just want to smash the toy against the wall. But Jackson directs with such glee that it is hard to be annoyed while you are watching all the fun being had.

--Average

Monday, June 23, 2008

House By The Cemetery

Gory Gory Hallelujah

All you really need to know is that an evil murderer is in the cellar. The rest of the story is erratic, confusing, and worst of all boring.

Lucio Fulci is an Italian director known for having gruesome killings in his movies, and "House By The Cemetery" is no different. Yet, this movie somehow managed to be ghastly boring. There were several bloody deaths that peppered the tedium, including a scissors through the head, a scissors through the heart, a throat being sliced open with a knife, and many more. The entire time I was watching, I was either checking my watch or wincing from the onscreen brutality.

The music sounded so eighties, and the dubbing was hilariously bad. Whenever the young boy spoke, I couldn't help but chuckle. It didn't have that b-movie charm that has drawn me to many other old horror movies, mostly because it seemed like there was a fairly big budget.

The Italian horror genre has a lot of hype behind it, and recently I decided to see what the hype is about. "House By The Cemetery" has been my first foray into Italian horror, and I'm hoping that this was not one of the better movies of the genre. I plan on watching Italian horror standards "Zombi" and "Suspiria" in the future. Hopefully those will fair better.


--Below Average

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Blood Feast

The Birth Of Gore


In 1963, a monumental film was premiered at a drive-in in Peoria, Illinois. This film would break new ground, and become a cult classic.

When I had the chance to watch "Blood Feast," about 45 years later, I was amazed to find out that the very first gore movie premiered in Peoria, about 20 minutes from my home. There's an old saying: "Will it play in Peoria?" "Blood Feast" played in Peoria phenomenally well, due to word of mouth.

What was all the chat about? Explicit Gore. And lots of it. There had never been anything like this, in all of it's full-color glory. By today's standards, "Blood Feast" is unrealistic and tame. But I still enjoyed the film because of the b-movie charm and the buckets of bright red fake blood. There was plenty of over-the-top acting, gooey gross carnage, and the chief of police was reading his lines off of his hand!

Writer/director Herschell Gordon Lewis would go on to make many more bloody, campy, gooey movies (including "The Wizard of Gore" and "The Gore Gore Girls"), but none of them would have the same impact as "Blood Feast."