Archive | April, 2012

The American Soldier (1970) – Duels in Shadow

12 Apr

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“The Duel”

Two warriors rushed upon each other; their arms
Spattered the air with sparks and blood.
This fencing, this clashing of steel, are the uproar
Of youth when it becomes a prey to puling love.

The blades are broken! like our youth
My darling! But the teeth, the steely fingernails,
Soon avenge the sword and the treacherous dagger.
— O Fury of mature hearts embittered by love!

In the ravine haunted by lynxes and panthers,
Our heroes viciously clasping each other, rolled,
And their skin will put blooms on the barren brambles.

This abyss, it is hell, thronged with our friends!
Let us roll there without remorse, cruel amazon,
So the ardor of our hatred will be immortalized!

-Charles Baudelaire

trans. by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

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Why Does Herr R. Run Amok? (1970) – Because the abyss moves

10 Apr

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“The Abyss”

Pascal had his abyss that moved along with him.
— Alas! all is abysmal, — action, desire, dream,
Word! and over my hair which stands on end
I feel the wind of Fear pass frequently.

Above, below, on every side, the depth, the strand,
The silence, space, hideous and fascinating…
On the background of my nights God with clever hands
Sketches an unending nightmare of many forms.

I’m afraid of sleep as one is of a great hole
Full of obscure horrors, leading one knows not where;
I see only infinite through every window,

And my spirit, haunted by vertigo, is jealous
Of the insensibility of nothingness.
— Ah! Never to go out from Numbers and Beings!

-Charles Baudelaire

trans. by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

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Edge of the Axe (1988) – Haunted Car Wash

10 Apr

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The following are quotes from user reviews on IMBD:

”One murder scene which takes place in a drive-thru carwash is especially memorable.”

-nostrilingus

”Jack Taylor (Pieces ’81) was good as always. He always seems to play a mysterious weirdo, is that a hint towards his private life? Maybe!”

-Horror7777

”The scene of one woman having an ax stuck into her back and then pulled out is a nasty highlight, as is a very well done finger-chopping scene.”

-Slayrrr666

”Who was the computer’s voice? Man, was it Charlie? Or that creepy girl with the eyes? The lead girl was also kinda dumb: “I asked it if you were gay”. Who asks that to a computer?”

-broksterh

”On the darker side of things however, the killer does indeed look menacing dressed like a new age Michael Myers, complete with cape and hood.”

-RareSlashersReviewed

“There are some good scenes involving the discovery of bodies or just body parts and a scene involving blood dripping from the ceiling.”

-FieCrier

“The title suggests that the murders will be committed with an axe – and indeed they are, and this is the film’s strongest element.”

-The_Void

(via IMDB)

Gods of the Plague (1970) – Bedroom Walls Unto Sheets

9 Apr

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“Elevation”

Above the lakes, above the vales,
The mountains and the woods, the clouds, the seas,
Beyond the sun, beyond the ether,
Beyond the confines of the starry spheres,

My soul, you move with ease,
And like a strong swimmer in rapture in the wave
You wing your way blithely through boundless space
With virile joy unspeakable.

Fly far, far away from this baneful miasma
And purify yourself in the celestial air,
Drink the ethereal fire of those limpid regions
As you would the purest of heavenly nectars.

Beyond the vast sorrows and all the vexations
That weigh upon our lives and obscure our vision,
Happy is he who can with his vigorous wing
Soar up towards those fields luminous and serene,

He whose thoughts, like skylarks,
Toward the morning sky take flight
— Who hovers over life and understands with ease
The language of flowers and silent things!

-Charles Baudelaire

trans. by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

Death Spa (1990) – Working Out After Dark

8 Apr

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User Review quotes from IMDB:

“[It] rip[s]-off many other movies including CARRIE, The EXORCIST and actually another murder spree in a gym movie, KILLER WORKOUT.”

-shark-43

“This movie is rather graphically violent and I think that’s where most of the laughs come in.”

-CMRKeyboardist

“We are introduced to at least a couple of dozen characters of various stereotypes including two workers in the club who are con artists, bimbos and vain people that like nothing more than to look good.”

-laslowhite

“In Death Spa’s title sequence, director Michael Fischa guides his camera slowly towards the entrance of the Star Body Health Spa as an electrical storm rages on the horizon; suddenly, lightning strikes the building, knocking out some of the letters on its neon sign to reveal the title of the film. The camera then continues to glide through the doorway, as the spa’s staff prepare to leave for the night; lights are switched off one-by-one, and the foyer is slowly plunged into darkness…[.]”

-BA_Harrison

“The finale might strike some people as appealing but only for a split second; almost like catching a glimpse of something interesting and colorful out of the corner of your eye, only to learn that it’s a beat-up cardboard box that a gaggle of vermin have been living in.”

-Dagon

“The frozen fish scene is priceless.”

-Tikkin

(via IMDB)

Katzelmacher (1969) – Dreary as Sleep was dressed

8 Apr

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“In the footsteps of the walking air”

In the footsteps of the walking air
Sky’s prophetic chickens weave their cloth of awe
And hillsides lift green wings in somber journeying.

Night in his soft haste bumps on the shoulders of the abyss
And a single drop of dark blood covers the earth.

Now is the China of the spirit at walking
In my reaches.
A sable organ sounds in my gathered will
And love’s inscrutable skeleton sings.

My seeing moves under a vegetable shroud
And dead forests stand where once Mary stood.

Sullen stone dogs wait in the groves of water …
Though the wanderer drown, his welfare is as a fire
That burns at the bottom of the sea, warming
Unknown roads for sleep to walk upon.

-Kenneth Patchen

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Slaughter High (1986)

7 Apr

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The following quotes are from user reviews on IMDB:

“Nevermind the fact that the characters are complete idiots[.]”

-booman9035@aol.com

“More importantly, why is there a bathtub in a school bathroom?”

-The Pat Bateman

“How can you honestly hate on a movie where one of the characters finds a beer in an abandoned school, like, 10 or 15 years later and thinks it would be a good idea to drink it?”

-eyespy3001

“I always wondered how he felt showing himself naked in a movie.”

-rockusa3

“The macabre thing about the movie is the fact that it’s lead actor Simon Sccudamore committed suicide shortly after the movie was released. I say that it’s a macabre situation because he plays his character with such intensity that makes you wonder if he was really bullied or something worse as a teenager. Who knows what happened to him before or during filming! His performance makes me think he was a tormented soul. Anytime he remembers his victimizers about what they did to him, he displays such anger and desperation that makes his performance worth a special mention. Trust me, his performance sends a negative but special vibe for the viewer.”

-insomniac_rod

“This movie will give you the same sensation of purpose and satisfaction that you might experience with a heated, vibrating codpiece and a sack full of pretzels.”

-thrustandgargle

“This movie makes Showgirls virtually indistinguishable from Citizen Kane.”

-ericose

“Obviously, it’s got sort of a reactionary undertone, as people get punished for doing what the ’60s championed.”

-Lee Eisenberg

“One of the best nonsensical leaps in the film is the assertion by one of the characters that “April Fool’s Day ends at noon” (Wait… Are you sure, dude?). He’s so convinced of this, in fact, that his entire survival plan involves merely holding up until then, at which point, ostensibly, the killer will leave them alone. Even better, once this is established it becomes the mantra of the remaining survivors.”

-happyendingrocks

“The characters are your typical obnoxious brood who gulp down the beer, smoke pot, and snort coke while horse-playing and cracking jokes with each other. When facing crisis, they split up and make moronic decisions which gets each person killed.”

-Scarecrow-88

“This is probably the only slasher flick ever where the silent killer finishes his job and rips his mask off to do a victory dance!”

-Bill357

(via IMDB)

Love Is Colder Than Death (1969) – Cupid & Psycho

7 Apr

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“Cupid and the Skull”

An Old Lamp Base

Cupid is seated on the skull
Of Humanity;
On this throne the impious one
With the shameless laugh

Is gaily blowing round bubbles
That rise in the air
As if they would rejoin the globes
At the ether’s end.

The sphere, fragile and luminous,
Takes flight rapidly,
Bursts and spits out its flimsy soul
Like a golden dream.

I hear the skull groan and entreat
At every bubble:
“When is this fierce, ludicrous game
To come to an end?

Because what your pitiless mouth
Scatters in the air,
Monstrous murderer — is my brain,
My flesh and my blood!”

—Charles Baudelaire

trans. by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

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“Tears Dry On Their Own” by Amy Winehouse Illustrated

6 Apr

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Bruno Schulz – On Matriarchal Crocodile Street

5 Apr

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“Touya sits hunched up among the yellow bedding and odd rags, her large head covered by a mop of tangled black hair. Her face works like the bellows of an accordion. Every now and then a sorrowful grimace folds it into a thousand vertical pleats, but astonishment soons straightens it out again, ironing out the folds, revealing the chinks of small eyes and damp guns with yellow teeth under snout-like, fleshy lips. Hours pass, filled with heat and boredom; Touya chatters in a monotone, dozes, mumbles softly and coughs. Her immobile frame is covered by a thick cloak of flies. But suddenly the whole heap of dirty rags begins to move, as if stirred by the scratching of a litter of newlyborn rats. The flies wake up in fright and rise in a huge, furiously buzzing cloud, filled with coloured light reflected from the sun. And while the rags slip to the ground and spread out over the rubbish heap, like frightened rats, a form emerges and reveals itself: the dark halfnaked idiot girl rises slowly to her feet and stands like a pagan idol, on short childish legs; her neck swells with anger, and from her face, red with fury, on which the arabesques of bulging veins stand out as in a primitive painting, comes forth a hoarse animal scream, originating deep in the lungs hidden in that half-animal, half-divine breast. The sun-dried thistles shout, the plantains swell and boast their shameless flesh, the weeds salivate with glistening poison, and the half-wit girl, hoarse with shouting, convulsed with madness, presses her fleshy belly in an excess of lust against the trunk of an elder which groans softly under the insistent pressure of that libidinous passion, incited by the whole ghastly chorus to hideous unnatural fertility.”

-Bruno Schulz, from Street of Crocodiles

Translated from the Polish by Celina Wieniewska

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