CATACOMB OF TERROR
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THE QUATERMASS EXPERIMENT 1955. Directed by Val Guest Classic sci-fi that is etched into the minds of those who can't get enough of all that is spaced out, monsterfied and innocently fantastic. A rocket built by Professor Bernard Quatermass (Brian Donlevy) crashes back on earth and out of the three men on board (Carroon, Reichenheim and Greene) only Carroon (Richard Wordsworth) is found alive. Suspicions of something sinister are aroused as there are no signs whatsoever of the other two crew man and with Carroon in a complete state of shock an intense investigation begins. Carroon in the meantime is hospitalised but is helped to escape by his wife Judith (Margia Dean) and a Private Investigator who unfortunately falls victim to Carroon's new found power. After conducting experiments it is now discovered by Quatermass and his assistant Briscoe (David King-Wood) that Carroon is being taken by an alien element and if he isn't stopped soon he will somehow sporulate and the whole human race may be at risk. Th ex-spaceman is on the run and fighting to restrain the entity with – will he hold out or will the world end with the infection of every last person? This is swift action stuff with Quatermass at the helm conducting the pace of the film and all those around him. The Professor may be a little abrupt and annoying with his impolite orders and such and may have been better suited in a less commanding role but the film cracks on and this slight niggle is outshone by the tempo and high intrigue. The atmosphere surrounding the film is typically 50's with overtones of something Universal which all in all doesn't make for a bad old romp. Essential viewing! |
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HELLRAISER 3. HELL ON EARTH 1992. Directed by Anthony Hickox The third and weakest instalment in the Hellraiser franchise with a more flimsy plot, less convincing atmosphere and forgettable special effects. The erotically evil Cenobite Pinhead (Doug Bradley) is now trapped inside the ornate Pillar of Souls which is purchased by annoying playboy brat J P Monroe (Kevin Bernhardt) who also owns the nightclub The Boiler Room. Meanwhile reporter cum investigator Joey Summerskill (Terry Farrell) learns of the existence of the mysterious puzzle box (an intricate part to the Hellraiser series) via a young club goer Terri (Paula Marshall) who has stolen the box from the aforementioned nightclub. Add to this her eye-witness viewing of a club-goer ripped apart by the boxes chains and you can see why she is so intrigued to know more. Back to Monroe and after learning of the horrors within the Pillar due to a bit of bloody assistance he his soon consumed himself and Pinhead is free. However our Cenobite sub-hero is split into two with his former self, World War 1 Captain Eliot Spencer, thus leaving Pinhead with no morals and rules to follow and becoming a greater evil threat than before. After contacting Summerskill Captain Spencer hopes that he will be united with his more sinister side and balance out the good and evil within. The race is on or there will be literally 'Hell On Earth'. Shot outside of the UK, with added glamour that is more unrealistic, a heavy rock soundtrack that just doesn't work and a storyline that isn't as sound as what has gone before this film ends up just an average watch that leaves one mildly frustrated. The curse of the sequel strikes again but if you like the series you have just gotta buy - hard work sometimes I know! |
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COUNT DRACULA Just to refresh your memory, Estate Agent Jonathan Harker (Bosco Hogan) travels to meet Count Dracula (Louis Jourdan) in his castle in Transylvania where he is greeted by the legendary lines 'Welcome to my house. Enter freely and of your own will.' - oh yes. Harker has a terrible time of it in the vampire’s castle and only returns home to his beloved Mina (Judi Bowker) after Dracula has sorted a move to the Carfax residence in England. Once in this country the Count wreaks havoc feeding on victims close to Mr Harker - firstly Lucy Westenra (Susan Penhaligon) and then Mina. Lucy suffers due to the midnight feasts of the Count and it isn't long before Abraham Van Helsing (Frank Finlay) is called in and a diagnosis, and unfortunately a prognosis, is given. You should know the rest and soon Van Helsing, Harker, Dr John Seward (Mark Burns) and Quincey P Holmwood (Richard Barnes) are hot on the trail of the blood drinking devil and the tale speeds to a fine finale. What I particularly like here is the slow and sure footed pace, the attention to minor detail and the quite unexpected shocking moments. The ambience is heavily laden with eeriness, Jourdan makes for quite an interesting Count and there is a subtle erotica that adds to the genuine spirit of all that we expect of Stokers tale. A must buy and well done to the BBC for a superb re-working of a sincere classic. |
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THE STINK OF FLESH 2005. Directed by Scott Phillips A zombiefied black comedy awash with bad acting, poor dialogues, oodles of gratuitous sex and violence and moments of sheer ridiculousness. Occasional moments do intrigue but they are so few and far between that this film is hardly worth the effort of viewing. A polygamous couple open proceedings namely the sexually insatiable Dexy (Diva) and her husband Nathan (Ross Kelly) who is requested to seek out new men for his wife so as to fulfil her wanton appetite. At the same time the hero of the film Matool (Kurly Tlapoyawa) is out there battling with the living dead preferring the unarmed combat approach rather than resort to using guns. After rescuing a girl Matool (yes you heard right) takes refuge in a run down house where Mr Rainville (Bob Vardeman) and two young boys live. Idiocy ensues, the rescued girl tries to escape and all are devoured alive except Matool and one young boy whom eventually end up in the abode of Nathan and his wife. Within this household most of the film stays with dubious characters joining the sexual meltdown such as Dexy's sister Sassy (Kristin Hansen), another sister Dottie (now just wait for that one) and a three soldiers one of whom as been infected by the hungry zombies. Things press on, the spillage of blood and bad dialogues is high and we work towards the end with low hopes of any improvement, The title of this one reeks of low budget tomfoolery and you can near enough guess what you will be getting. I have watched it once and feel no reason to do so again and if I had the choice I'd like my 82 minutes back. Pure dross in the grand scheme of horror history, not bad for an indie film but...not for me! |
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THESE ARE THE DAMNED |
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THE SNOW CREATURE 1954. Directed by W. Lee Wilder An American botanical expedition heads out to the Himalayas and comes across more than just a few icy flowers in this slow, plodding Yeti yarn. This one has been labelled a 'cult classic' by the way and in many cases we know what that means! Dr Frank Parrish (Paul Langton) leads the aforementioned expedition and soon hits difficulties as the chief guide Subra (Teru Shimada) has his wife kidnapped. Subra seizes all the guns of the expedition as well as control of all members in the hope of tracking down the Yeti whom he believes has taken his much beloved partner. Parish is sceptical and has doubts of the Yeti's existence but he his soon forced to change his mind as evidence builds and an Abonimable encounter is had. Eventually the beast is captured and taken to Los Angeles, California, as an article of study where, as you can guess, trouble breaks loose and the creature goes on the run. A film of two halves, both as bland as one another. The first segment, set in the snowy mountains is quite atmospheric and the narration makes for a load of promise that just doesn't bear fruit. The story has potential but flounders completely from halfway with some acting performances leaving a lot to be desired. This is a low rate B-movie and for that labelling there is good reason. You'll get what you most probably expect from this one and for me it is nothing more than a passing curio. In parts nicely atmospheric but in others totally stupefying and predictable - if you’re short of cash don't waste it here. |
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SLUGS 1988. Directed by Juan Piquer Simón Incredible B-movie dross here with a ludicrous plot soaked with wooden acting, garbage dialogue and shabby, unconvincing effects. The film does have one thing though – character, and that aspect, perhaps in some small way, saves the day. Best viewed for laughs rather than horror this has its moments and some that are truly amusing even though they are not deliberately meant to be! The rural town of Ashton falls victim to hordes of killer slugs whereupon, after several grisly deaths, health worker Mike Brady (Michael Garfield) susses out the cause and tries to convince the authorities despite becoming a minor laughing stock. Eventually convincing the ones in power and discovering that the killer gastropods are borne from a neglected toxic waste dump the main hero, and a few sidekicks, set out to banish the voracious flesh eating killers once and for all. Along the way we are treated to the death of a copulating couple, the sight of a man hacking off his own arm and a man's head almost explode in a restaurant scene to curdle your stomach - mmmm - nasty! There isn't a lot to add about this film and if, after realising it was based on the Shaun Hutson bestseller, you didn't realise that gratuity was the order of the day then I sincerely feel for you. There is enough to keep one interested but this is far from a classic and is, once again, one to pick up from the bargain basement area. Ooze on baby! |
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