Oct
28
2007

Halloween Film Fest at the Technocave, Part 2

6. Jess Franco's Succubus, 1968.

They billed this as erotic horror. Trouble is, it's neither erotic nor horrifying. Perhaps the utter waste of time would be horrifying to some. And unless you find incomprehensible cinema stimulating, you won't find this erotic in the least. One bit with mannequins is creepy, but in a film that seems to be filled with random crap, it's one dull spark amongst the dung.

7. Black Christmas, 1974.

Supposedly the first slasher flick, it's amazing that there was ever a second. This is garbage. You do have a cast with Margot Kidder, Andrew Martin, John Saxon, Olivia Hussey and Keir Dullea (looking somehow wrong in his long hair), but they have precious little to do. When there are times when they emote, it's mostly to fill time because the WTF-ness can't possibly fill the entire running time. I'm not going to call this a spoiler, but I am going to give you an example of how goddamn stupid the film is. Girl dies in a sorority house. Her body's in the attic. Propped up in a chair. Right in front of a window. That's clearly visible from the street. So when she goes "missing," okay, fine, you would assume that civilians might not think to check the house. But even when the cops get involved, nobody decides to actually check the sorority house for the girl. Ever. During the whole film. Sweet Jebus, this is a dumb damn flick.

8. The Frighteners, 1996.

A truly goofball horror film from Peter Jackson and WETA, the introduction to the director's cut is interesting in that it explains how Lord of the Rings, in a sense, was just a way to use computers they had already bought for something besides Frighteners. The effects hold up surprisingly well, even over ten years later.

9. "Fog Closing In," Alfred Hitchcock Presents, 1956.

Probably the most interesting bit about this is that Hitch delivers a epilogue where he explains how the wicked person got their just desserts in the end. I think this is back when they had to do that shit lest somebody think that crime actually paid or something.

10. April Fool's Day, 1986.

Call me crazy, but I just have a soft spot in my heart for this flick. I appreciate how it took the slasher genre and gave it a nice light hearted boot to the buttocks.

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