TC Entertainment is set to debut Dario Argento's classic, Profondo Rosso (Deep Red/Suspiria 2), on February 27th with a 2-Blu-ray set in Japan. Since the country falls into the same region as North America, South America, and Canada; there should be no issues with playback on even non-modded BD players. Tentative specs that appear to mostly match the content of Arrow Video's British Blu-ray are as follows:
126 Minute Director's Cut (2.35:1 Widescreen)
- Italian Dolby TrueHD 5.1 (24-bit/96Hz)
- English Dolby TrueHD 5.1 (24-bit/96Hz)
- Japanese Dolby Digital 1.0 (Created for DVD) * English and Japanese subtitles
105 Minute U.S. Theatrical Version (2.35:1 Widescreen)
- English Dolby TrueHD 5.1 (24-bit/96Hz)
- Japanese Dolby Digital 1.0 (Created for the 1980 Tokyo Broadcasting System "Monday Roadshow" broadcast) * Japanese subtitles
Rosso Recollections: Dario Argento's Deep Genius
Introduction by Claudio Simonetti
Lady in Red: Daria Nicolodi Remembers Profondo Rosso
Music to Murder For!: Claudio Simonetti Remembers Profondo Rosso
Just ran across this unique and almost fake(?) trailer for Bruno Mattei's must-see Rambo-rip Strike Commando (1987) uploaded by OurManInHavana. Anyone have any info on this trailer?
A sickly man who can no longer perform in bed, bleeds profusely from his thigh, and envisions his noodles becoming bloody worms is admitted to the hospital after being found unconscious by a young doctor. Coming to, he tells a tale of being on leave as a war photographer in Vietnam in which he has a one night stand with a bar waitress. The girl's father finds out and demands he wed her upon returning from combat. The man agrees only, of course, to disappear which forces the father to befall an ancient curse upon him. A vengeful twist rears its head when the doctor's elderly father visits the ill man inquiring about the unusual story.
Maybe I don't get their appeal, but I've yet to see a cheap '80s "mystical gore" exploiter from Hong Kong that I care to watch more than once. Pang Ling's Curse, or by its better known title Blood Sorcery, is no different. It's just so bland, cheap, and packed with useless filler that its the definition of deflated expectations of zany Eastern goodness (i.e. - Mr. Vampire (1985), Magic of the Universe (1986), Lady Terminator (1989)). Despite some slimy shots involving worm infested wounds and cheeseball neon optical effects at the climax, the other eighty or so minutes is like a boring travelogue video set to a plot. It doesn't help that the picture quality is the pits and the English subtitles, full of terminally broken grammar, are either really hard to read or sliced off at the edges of the screen.
Here's a recent upload, not by me, of Lamberto Bava's very loose remake of his father's 1960 classic Mask of Satan (La maschera del demonio/Black Sunday). What makes this special is the uploader has graciously provided English subtitles by clicking on the closed captioning button. To my knowledge, this film was never given an English dub and even fan-subbed boots are scarce. So it's a treat to finally be able to see an English-friendly presentation after only seeing the Italian language Japanese VHS release.
Once I think Big Lots is done with getting in surprisingly good titles at three (or a little more) bucks a pop, they always manage to pull in more. After striking out at the freezing outdoor flea markets, I traveled over to Big Lots and was plowed by the numerous stacks of discs I hadn't seen there previously. While picking through I noticed a shelf devoted to $7 multi-movie, single case collections from New Line, Fox, Warner, and MGM that have become popular via Wal Mart as of late.
I came across MGM's often seen Return of the Living Dead/Swamp Thing/Bucket of Blood/Frogs set several times, but then another MGM movie set pictured to right appeared that I've never come across. Definitely the better deal out of the two, but most awesomely the set includes William Wesley's underappreciated Scarecrows (1998) and MGM's new 2.35:1 widescreen transfer of Sometimes They Come Back (1991). The singular discs of the films from 2007 have gone out-of-print with collector prices inching ever higher. After only finding just one copy, I immediately figured a measly seven bucks was a steal just considering the $30-40+ ranges of the aforementioned films, but then at the register the set rang up for only $4.00! Can't beat that!
I also pictured Dominic Perez's Evil Things (2009) because afterward I trekked over to Best Buy and found Inception Media's DVD marked at $9.99 only to ring up for $4.99. I still feel bad about never reviewing it awhile back since the nifty "FBI-styled" DVD-R screener was terminally flaky in all of my players, so now at least I finally get to check it out at half price.
Here's a list of some of the more "interesting" discs seen or picked up at Big Lots:
The Lost Boys (single disc), Lost Boys: The Tribe, Lost Boys: The Thirst (all $3)
Candyman (SE), Return of the Vampire (1944), The Revenge of Frankenstein (1958) (all $3)
A Nightmare on Elm Street Parts 2-5, Freddy's Dead (New Line's basic releases) (all $3)
Jason Goes to Hell (Unrated, $5), Jason X ($5), Freddy vs. Jason (2-DVD, $3) (all three in strange ultra slim cases)
Wrestlemaniac, Chromeskull: Laid to Rest II (Unrated Director's Cut) (both $3)
Just a heads up, I'm unsure what the deal is nationwide, but I spotted the SE of Trilogy of Terror on top of my local Wal Mart's five buck DVD mountain. Didn't find any of other Dark Sky titles despite digging...
In this truly homemade shot-on-video feature in honor of truly homemade shot-on-video features, a teenager gets more than bargained for when he pops in a stolen tape of a crappy horror anthology into his VCR. Let's just say he should have heeded the words of the bathtub ghost...
In the realm of Horror Film theory (a field I just made up), there resides two extremes of the genre. On one frayed end rests enigmatic, yet exceptionally well-crafted "mindfucks" that might have an overall meaning totally outside of the cinematic category they're pegged into out of convenience. Then there's the opposite end that certainly belong to the genre, but are of such humble means that most casual fans and undoubtedly "outsiders" are guaranteed to quickly cast off as nearly unwatchable. Both are acquired tastes usually aided greatly by a deeper knowledge and understanding of horror films in order to dig out qualities to appreciate.
Johnny Dickie's debut feature, Slaughter Tales, certainly belongs in the latter. Despite being friends on Facebook with Dickie for some time now, when judged by most standards his horror anthology about a boy and his VCR is awful in almost every aspect. That's to say if someone blindly walked into this, it would be hard to imagine an experience without squirming with lingering disinterest while checking the time. It's as cheap and one-man-band as SOV horror flicks can possibly get.
But you know what? That's perfectly fine and it would be a shame for anyone to throw pure venom at what Dickie has achieved here. Slaughter Tales is the literal embodiment of what many a young horror fanatic daydreams while whittling away time in English class or doing homework. Although instead of confining their dreams to at best paper doodles or short stories they never share, the now fifteen-year-old Dickie shot for the moon by embarking on an real ninety minute feature in an effort to both pay tribute to and join the ranks of the craptastic shot-on-video horror indies he loves. That right there deserves huge fucking credit, totally irrespective of the quality of the movie.
As for Slaughter Tales itself, it's best viewed as a sandbox of ideas that tick off all the usual gory obsessions of a young fan. There's some Raimi-eqse shots, sly nods to slasher icons, and an armor-masked killer that invades reality resembling Karl the Butcher from Andreas Schnaas' Violent Shit series. All wrapped in DIY claymation and repeated runs to the grocery store for bottles of Karo syrup and food coloring.
The most vital aspect this effort nails is narrative coherency. It seems almost a staple for shot-on-video horrors to have passages that make next to no sense at all, but the anthology structure is held up and, even with some dragging, at no time is there any muddling confusion. Dickie also injects a welcoming self-deprecating sense of humor in little reminders that he's aware how truly bad the movie is.
So while it might be more of an experiment than something to recommend, it's just hard to pan this one outright when there's so much obvious passion and creativity on display. Especially from a member of an age group you'd more expect to be wasting the hours in front of a game console than employing his love of horror to create his very own piece of it. For that, Johnny Dickie's Slaughter Tales deserves recognition simply for the mere fact of its existence when considering its maker and the resources behind it. The movie is available in both DVD and special DVD/VHS combo forms direct from Briarwood Entertainment right here.
Hollywood:What are your Prime Directives? G.I. BatIronJoeCop-Man:Serve the mainstream cattle audience trust, disservice the original, uphold the box office.
Here's a budget DVD released back in 2006 by an outfit called "Hollywood Entertainment" that flew under the radar. Nettie Peña's 1980 slasher is really only known for two things. Before there was enough chatter after Eli Roth's Thanksgiving trailer in Grindhouse (2007) for the video market to crank out a couple junky holiday-themed horror flicks, Home Sweet Home (aka Slasher in the House) was only example in the genre that actually took place on the day gullets are stuffed with turkey and mashed potatoes.
Who began the mayhem in such of a time of excess and family tension around the dinner table? An escaped mental patient raging on PCP played by the musclebound Jake Steinfeld. The voice and physique behind Body by Jake weight loss programs and fitness equipment. Other than those aspects, this stuffy outing from the early '80s slasher boom isn't as bad as the IMDB 3.5/10 suggests, but its drift into obscurity is probably due to its extremely formulaic delivery. Still, I've watched it a few times over the years since finding the old VHS.
I found this out-of-print DVD at a yard sale this morning and almost didn't pick it up since the terrible cover looks nothing like the original Media Home Entertainment VHS box (seen here at VHSCollector.com). The presentation here is very similar to that old murky tape release, but doesn't have any of the usual VHS-related defects. This slightly better picture quality might indicate the actual film-to-video master tape Media used for their 1985 release being used for this disc. There's some interlacing, compression artifacts, and a few instances of the entire picture becoming "digitally corrupted" for a split-second. The stereo track is on par with the VHS and there's zero extras (not even chapter stops).
It's a shame the various promotional posters and video covers are so much better than actually sitting through this meek programmer. A young witch (LeeAnn Baker) in the 17th century is condemned to death during a sacrificial ritual and screams she cannot die. We flash to present day witnessing her decked in leather and mascara killing mortals through mind persuasion to gather souls to resurrect her undead minions. About the coolest thing in this whole venture is how she grows a triple set of racks to provides her zombies slimy soul ectoplasm by nipple (she goes topless several times, but this feeding method is a large chest mold). Otherwise; the blood/gore quota is virtually non-existent, there's far too much time spent ambling through its simple set-up, and the concluding twist involving a young couple onto the witch's evil doings is one you've already seen over-and-over.
To be upfront, I didn't care much for this one. For a film that tells a story of intimate tragedy through the prism of a young boy's fanciful perception, in which a widowed English woman becomes a vampire who appears responsible for a series of murders in the child's mind, there's just too many whimsical touches in its depiction of the "real" world to convey the raw emotions its characters endure. The sell of the harsh reality of life is difficult to accept when reality distractingly looks like Andrew Wyeth's Christina's World. This aspect also dampens the impact of the boy's inevitably doomed fantasies which The Reflecting Skin hangs its rather trite climax on. David Lynch nailed a similar "seething perversion under an idyllic facade" aesthetic to much better effect several years prior with Blue Velvet.
Despite my feelings, this admittedly beautifully shot film desires way better than the terrible treatment given here by Echo Bridge. The source is obviously an old video master cropped to full screen with poor detail, print flecks, and constant sprocket flutter (incessant vertical "bouncing" to the picture). The presentation is hurt further by terrible compression, rampant interlace combing, and a strange anomaly that pops up randomly that turns segments of the picture in "blurred blobs" with surrounding areas unaffected. The color is often the best thing going, but the cumulative effect of the other problems drags down that benefit. The Dolby 2.0 audio is also problematic with dialogue often sounding too low and the score too high. Although this issue does eventually even out along the film's duration. Zero supplements with ten completely unlabeled and "unpictured" chapter stops. Here's a little DVD comparison between several other prior (and superior) releases from "Terror Obsura". (the screen caps at the link contain spoilers)
- Japanese Dolby Digital 1.0 (Created for DVD)
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