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Dawn of the Mummy (1981) Film Review: Eurotrash Zombies Invade Egypt!

A fascinating tidbit (!?!?) about me: I have seen hundreds – maybe thousands – of bad horror movies. As a young man, I lived near a movie rental store called Dollar Video – located in Lodi NJ, childhood home of Danzig of The Misfits! – that collected every cheap horror, sexploitation, nunsploitation, blaxploitation, cannibal, women-in-prison, slasher, softcore, mondo, over-the-top gore flick in existence. 

I was a regular at Dollar Video, to the point where I should’ve gotten a plaque on the wall. It was there that I rented such classics as Rabid Grannies, Satan’s Princess, and Syngenor. I’ve often wondered if my life would have been different without a place like Dollar Video. Did the movies I watched enrich or corrupt my young mind? 

Haha I know nobody gives a shit, so let’s get on with the movie review!

I rented Dawn of the Mummy at Dollar Video decades ago. Rewatching the film, I found it to be an interesting blend of American B-movie and Eurotrash sleaze. This makes sense, as the movie was produced by an American company with an Italian crew.

Dawn of the Mummy shies away from any sort of nudity, which no Eurotrash film would ever do. Instead, we enjoy shots of two people with their clothes on embracing in bed. I am not exaggerating when I say this is contrary to everything Eurotrash has ever stood for.

However, what we see of the special effects are vintage Eurotrash. Unfortunately, since parts of this movie are very dark and grainy it is tough to view many of those effects. A certain mean spiritedness that screams Eurotrash pervades this film. When an Arabic man pulls back the curtain to greet his bride on his wedding night, the zombies are eating her. 

To the plot! Three bumbling grave robbers disturb the tomb of Safiraman/Sefirama (I am unsure of the exact spelling, so will use Safiraman). They are accosted by Xena, Lunatic of the Sands, who entreats them not to disturb Safiraman’s rest. Later in the movie, Xena rejoices at Safiraman’s awakening. Perhaps she wants to be on Safiraman’s good side after his undead legions overrun the earth, or maybe she even wants to be Safiraman’s queen! Alas, Xena’s plans are throttled – along with Xena – when Safiraman strangles her.

The American fashion models arrive soon after the raiders open the tomb. Yes, you heard correctly. These models and photographers have a permit to film ANYWHERE in Egypt, and they’ve taken a hankering to Safiraman’s final resting place! 

Rick, the brains of the tomb raiders, sabotages a camera and then resigns himself to waiting around. When one of the models takes a liking to him, they don’t show that sex scene, which means the participants must have taken their clothes off.

Safiraman awakens! The first item on his To-Do list is to destroy the violators of his tomb. To do that, he needs his trusty undead legions, who soon rise. Safiraman is a mummy but his legions are zombies who munch on flesh, entrails, and intestines.

In the meantime, the models are growing restless because Bill the photographer wants to get as many shots as possible. Every B-movie needs its resident asshole, and Bill seems to qualify, but is it true? I can see how Bill would want to get all the shots he can. Perhaps the most disturbing feature of this movie is the fact that I empathized with the least likable character.

Dawn of the Mummy is fifteen minutes too long. It would have been perfect between 75 and 80 minutes. Gore aside, it is a funny movie. Most mummy movies are campy by design, and this is no exception. 

I would classify Dawn of the Mummy as an American B-movie with Eurotrash special effects. It isn’t a can’t-miss classic, but if you have a hankering for a campy mummy movie with gory effects, you could do worse.

This month, I am reviewing Eurotrash zombie movies. You can read reviews of Burial Ground, Zombie, Hell of the Living Dead, and Zombie Lake here, here, here, and here. If you like these reviews and want BONUS CONTENT, consider subscribing to my Substack, also called Abandoned Places. Next month I will be reviewing Frankenstein movies!

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Zombie Lake (1981): The Worst Naked-Women-Skinny-Dipping-with-Zombies Eurotrash Movie!

Say you are hosting a party that’s gone on waaay too long, and you want people to leave, but you do not want to appear rude. Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. Just pop a copy of Zombie Lake (1981) into your trusty DVD player (you still have a DVD player, right?). In five minutes, everyone will have fled and you’ll be all alone! Of course, you might stay alone the rest of your life because nobody will ever talk to you again, but that’s another problem.

Is Zombie Lake that bad? Yes. Yes, it is. Director Jean Rollin disavowed this movie. Mr. Rollin, one of the guiding lights of 1970’s Eurotrash cinema, has also directed porn and even filmed a scene featuring a man french-kissing a woman’s severed head. 

Zombie Lake begins with a young lady who skinny-dips in a lake, ignoring the omnipresent signs that say DON’T SWIM HERE. She leaps right into the water, which is full of frogs, leeches, snapping turtles, and Nazi zombies. Sure enough, a Nazi zombie rises from the scummy depths and pulls her down.

Once awakened, the zombies decide they deserve some fun and shamble from the muddy waters of the lake to wreak havoc at a nearby French village. Why? Cue the flashback! Ten years ago, an occupying German soldier rescued a female villager during World War II. 

They have a beautiful moment together in a barn where the camera focuses on her love-contorted face – and stays there, not moving. After fathering a daughter, the soldier is slaughtered by the French Resistance and dumped into the lake with his murdered comrades. The mother dies also, because she read the script.

The zombies mostly attack nubile young women. The highlight – or lowlight – of this movie is when the women’s volleyball team all decide to go skinny-dipping in the lake, because that’s totally normal. The sole survivor rushes screaming into the village, where she bursts into the local tavern in a naked frenzy. 

Meanwhile, Daddy zombie visits his ten-year old daughter to give her the locket gifted to him by the girl’s mother while sappy music plays in the background. Later in the movie, he fights another Nazi zombie who wants to hurt her!

Watching them roll around in the damp grass in slow motion, I began to reassess my life. I burst into tears and had an emotional breakdown. After that, I went for a long walk and then drove three hundred miles to Central Park to watch the grass grow. When I came back, the zombies were still rolling around in the grass. 

After 80+ minutes of agony, the girl lures the zombies into the mill, where they are torched by a flamethrower and the movie lurches to a merciful end. As I took the DVD from the player with numb fingers, the same thought kept running through my head…I will never get that $12.95 back.

Zombie Lake is an exploitation film that combines several subgenres, Nazisploitation and sexploitation. Unfortunately, its main subgenre is boringsploitation. Yes, there are many naked swimmers in this movie, but it is a horribly unsexy film. The nudity feels clinical rather than exciting. If you want to see a wonderful scene of a beautiful woman swimming underwater, watch The Creature From the Black Lagoon, a flawed movie with great cinematography.

I do not recommend Zombie Lake to anyone. The story is deathly dull, the plot isn’t scary, the violence is goofy, and the zombie makeup is so bad you can see where it flakes off on their necks. I say this as a huge fan of Jean Rollin, who has directed some of the greatest Eurotrash movies ever. Just skip this one.

This month, I am reviewing Eurotrash zombie movies. You can read reviews of Burial Ground, Zombie, and Hell of the Living Dead here, here, and here. If you like these reviews and want some bonus content, consider subscribing to my Substack, Abandoned Places!

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Hell of the Living Dead (1980) Review: Eurotrash Zombie Jungle Hell

Hell of the Living Dead is an amalgam of two crazes that swept grindhouse cinemas in the 1970s, jungle cannibalism and zombies. A word of warning: make sure you are renting/buying the correct film. According to IMDB, this movie is also known as Virus, Night of the Zombies, and Zombie Creeping Flesh. I ended up viewing twenty minutes of Zombie 3, another movie, before realizing my mistake. 

When I rented Hell of the Zombies, it skipped ten minutes into the film. I watched the first ten minutes afterwards, but didn’t need to. In fact, I believe the movie is better without the introductory sequence. By the way, I reviewed two other Eurotrash zombie movies, Burial Ground and Lucio Fulci’s Zombie, here and here.

To the plot! A power plant in New Guinea run by an organization called Hope (irony!) malfunctions. Long story short, a dead rat clambers into a guy’s hazmat suit, which leads to pipes releasing noxious green gas that kills everybody. Except they’re not dead! 

Cut to an embassy, where we meet our special forces heroes, four guys who dress in blue fatigues and blue caps that make them look like janitors instead of highly trained soldiers. Maybe the costume budget ran out? 

They are sent on a secret mission in New Guinea, where we meet a pair of reporters stuck in a van with an angry man, his sullen wife, and their sick child. The kid seems to be on his last legs, but nobody helps him. This is strange, as you’d think his parents would want to get him medical attention.

Instead, the reporters leave the van and take a leisurely stroll around the deserted town. The wife takes a walk also – probably to get away from her husband – and is eaten by a zombie. The man is asleep in the van when his son dies, becomes a zombie, and eats him. Nothing in this scene makes any sense.

The reporters are the only survivors. They  join up with our four blue-clad Rambos, who are concerned they’ll blab about their ultra secret mission, but bring them anyway. Good thing they did, because they need intel to complete their mission! 

Enter the female reporter, who proves her worth by stripping down to a skimpy thong and dressing like a native. She infiltrates a village and learns that the plague is spreading amongst the natives. Since the zombies are literally everywhere, this is obvious, but it’s still a job well done! I can only imagine the brainstorming session that produced this plot point.

Hell of the Dead soon settles into a pattern, with our commandos killing bunches of zombies and then driving away. We witness grainy jungle footage, exotic animals, and wild dancing, as well as the natives disemboweling animals and eating unspeakably gross things. 

Turns out our blue-clad Smurfs aren’t just mindless killing machines. One of them has a thing for female reporters, but his hard-ass leader won’t put up with any of that romance bullshit. The commando who looks like Klaus Kinski enjoys taunting the zombies before blowing their heads off, which seems stupid but is realistic as a reaction to stress. 

The fourth commando is the quiet one, and you know what they say about the quiet ones. He wears a backwards cap and drives the jeep. But he harbors a terrible – or awesome – secret, which leads to the high point of this movie.

The Blue Goons check out a house. There is no reason to do this, other than the fact that they read the script. Backwards Cap Guy is sent to canvas the basement, where he throws away his guns and drapes a little green dress over his blue camos. Donning a tophat, brandishing a cane, he waltzes until the zombies gobble him up.

Undeterred, our valiant friends soldier on until they reach the Hope power plant, where we learn that Hope’s vision statement is solving the world’s overpopulation problem by designing a chemical that will make people in third world countries eat each other. IMO, this is nasty enough to seem plausible. The commandos’ mission is to destroy the incriminating documents, which they do before the zombies eat everybody. The end.

Hell of the Living Dead was supposedly inspired by Dawn of the Dead, and the two movies are similar in that they both contain the word Dead. By Eurotrash standards, this is a decent movie that becomes a great movie if you watch it drunk. Don’t watch it high, or when you are eating dinner. Actually, do not watch any Eurotrash movie when eating dinner. However, if you are a fan of cheesy 1980’s zombie jungle movies, this is a must-see.

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A Review of Zombie (1979), by Lucio Fulci: A Eurotrash Masterpiece

Lucio Fulci’s Zombie is the perfect movie to watch when you are discovering you might have a drinking problem. The first time I watched this film was at a high school party, when we sat around the television set in the living room drinking beer and watching this flick on VHS. 

Many of my fellow partygoers were hooking up and slipping away to look at the stars, discuss the meaning of life, and paw at each other, but I was made of different stuff. Besides all the beer, I ended up eating a whole box of Oreo cookies and barely made it to the eyeball piercing scene before spewing up black chunks everywhere. I’m sure I looked like one of the zombies in this movie!

When I watched Zombie a second time as part of my Eurotrash zombie watch – you can read my review of Burial Ground here – it was better than I remembered, but my memories are so hazy so that means nothing. I quit drinking thirty-one years ago. If I hadn’t quit, I’d be as dead as one of the zombies in this movie.

Zombie is a 1979 Italian zombie flick directed by Lucio Fulci. Unlike many of his later films, this has a plot, even if the plot doesn’t make much sense. An empty sailboat floats into New York Harbor, just like the scene in Dracula when the ghost ship Demeter sails into Whitby. The boat isn’t as empty as it seems, as an unfortunate Coast Guard officer discovers when a zombie rips his throat out!

Enter Anne Bowles, daughter of the boat’s owner. Anne has no idea what’s going on and she hasn’t read the script, so she joins forces with a hard-boiled NYC reporter with a British accent. They trace her father to a Caribbean island, which they reach by hooking up with a couple on a boat. 

I’m not sure what the guy does, but his girlfriend’s hobby is topless scuba diving, one of the many things that screams Eurotrash about this film. While underwater, she sees a shark fighting a zombie, which often happens. She has a camera but doesn’t take pictures of the battle, because who’d want to see something like that?

Cut to the isle, where a woman starts off the morning on the right note by telling her doctor husband how much she hates him. He slaps her and then goes off to his job of wrapping people up in sheets and shooting them in the head. No sooner has he driven off when the zombies attack, which leads to the infamous eyeball piercing scene. Warning: there are many, many gross scenes in this movie.

Meanwhile, our marooned heroes meet the doctor, who tells Anne he was great friends with her father. Since we see a flashback of him shooting her father in the head, perhaps he’s exaggerating. Doc asks them to check on the beloved wife he just slapped. Since everyone in this movie is crazy, they agree.

When they reach the doctor’s house, they find the zombies busy eating his wife, and rush back to the hospital as drums beat in the distance. The doctor tells them a) the dead are rising; b) he’s trying to find the cure. What I want to know is, what is he trying to cure? Get the hell out of there.

The zombies attack the compound when the sun sets. Despite moving slower than grampa shambling on his walker, they kill almost everyone. The survivors reach the boat and set sail. After turning on the radio, perhaps in search of the Bee Gees, they learn that zombies have taken New York City. 

Looking back now, I realize I did have a drinking problem, which was obvious to anyone who knew me. The real shock is how heavily edited the version of Zombie I saw back then was. I don’t recall the topless scuba diving scene at all. I would have remembered, no matter how drunk I was.

If you are an aficionado of Eurotrash zombie movies, it doesn’t get much better than Zombie. Character development has left the building, replaced by a bizarre combination of bare skin and gore. Gore wins by a country mile – we have worms, intestines, and technicolor bile. I will leave you with a friendly warning. Don’t eat Oreo cookies when watching this movie. Recommended!

An earlier version of this review was published on my Substack, Abandoned Places. If you like reviews of horror movies/comics/short stories, please consider subscribing!

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Burial Ground (1981) Review: A Eurotrash Zombie Primer

This is a review of Burial Ground (1981), an Italian Eurotrash zombie movie released in the wild and wooly days of the early 1980’s. What are Eurotrash zombies, you say? I’m glad you asked! Here are three essential factoids. 1. Eurotrash zombies are gross. Think maggots, green blood, decay. Do not watch when eating lunch. 2. Eurotrash zombies don’t crave brains, and are cannibals in the more traditional sense. Entrails? Spleen? Intestines? Yes, thank you! 3. Eurotrash zombies are crafty. They wield farm implements, use hand signals, and ride horses like they are jockeys in the Kentucky Derby.

Three couples travel to a villa for some fun in the sun, but are interrupted by a horde of zombies released from their burial ground. A word about those burial grounds, which are supposedly Etruscan. Just last month I visited Italy and visited actual Etruscan burial grounds in Orvieto. I didn’t see any zombies and the tombs don’t look anything like the ones shown in this movie. Shame, shame!

Anyway, the villa is inhabited by three couples, one child, and two servants.  The only character I will mention by name is Michael, who is supposed to be a child of about ten to twelve years old but is played by an adult actor with a growth disorder. Michael wears short pants – we call them floods in N.J. – and does not look like a child. Michael interrupts his mother during sex and asks her what she’s doing. The man she is frolicking with is not her husband, which might be why he’s confused. But I don’t think so.

Eurotrash zombies hate it when people have sex, so they shamble to the villa in record time to stop the fornicating couples. In this film, sex consists of the man lying atop the woman with his pants still on while they paw at each other. This isn’t done to appease the censors, as I don’t think there was such a thing in Italy in the early 1980’s. Burial Ground contains full nudity and an incest subplot so nauseating they had to hire an adult actor to play a child.

Our hedonistic couples are in for a long weekend, because these zombies are organized! They set a bear trap, which snares one of the women. The bear trap is a highlight of Burial Ground. It might be my imagination, but it seems like the zombies paused for a moment, proud of their handiwork, before shambling in for the kill.

The survivors gather in the villa and are picked off one by one. When the maid tries to close a window, a zombie hurls a dagger or throwing star and pins her hand to the wall. Maybe it’s a Ninja Zombie! They then use a scythe to cut off her head like an overripe grape. Later in the movie, one of the survivors tosses her corpse to the zombies. It’s every man for himself!

The most disturbing thing about Burial Ground is the character of Michael, hands down. Look, he’s an adult and I sure hope he got paid, but it’s still unsettling to watch a grown man pretend to be a kid. The incest subplot – which is why a child couldn’t play the part – multiplies the ick factor by a thousandfold.

I am unsure why Burial Ground exists. Maybe the movie was a tax write-off, or part of a money laundering scheme, or something even more sinister. Perhaps the zombie apocalypse broke out in Rome and they made this film to cover it up? Bottom line: if you can’t get enough of zombie movies, and enjoy watching them drunk or high, you will love Burial Ground.

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Room 237

This is a review of Room 237, directed by Rodney Ascher. Room 237 is a documentary about conspiracy theories that focuses on the movie version of The Shining, directed by Stanley Kubrick. There is a miniseries of The Shining, also, but we shall not speak of that. You can find my review of the Stephen King novel, here.

Short summary: The Shining is one of the greatest horror movies of the 20th century, but it is an ordeal to watch. Kubrick described his movie as “the story of one man’s family quietly going insane together.” None of those family members are very likable or pleasant. Jack Torrance is verbally abusive, his wife Wendy’s coping mechanisms are grating, and Danny is subject to fit and seizures.

Kubrick packs a bunch of subliminal imagery into The Shining. There is Freudian stuff involving mirrors, mazes and doppelgangers, along with lots of fairy tale imagery. Some of the imagery means something, such as when Wendy wears the same clothes as the Goofy sticker on her son’s bedroom door. Some of the imagery might mean something – based on recurring bear imagery, one can make an argument that Danny was being sexually abused by his father. Some of the imagery doesn’t mean anything at all, or might mean things the author never intended.

But it is still there, and viewers pick up on it. A side-effect of all the subliminal imagery in The Shining is that it might give people the impression that there’s something happening that they are missing. I am one of those people. Some might invent narratives based on what they think is missing (I am not one of those people), and that is the subject of Room 237.

This documentary asks the question, what is the line between lucidity and lunacy? Spoiler: we don’t get an answer. Does the number 42 pop up everywhere in The Shining? Yes, that is undeniable – Jackie Robinson (No. 42), The Summer of 42, Room 237 (2x3x7). Does that mean Kubrick was commenting on the Holocaust, which is one of the theories espoused by the interviewees? Debatable!

Does the fact that Danny wears a rocket ship sweater mean Kubrick created footage faking the Moon landing? The Overlook itself is a labyrinth with an impossible window. Does that make Jack a Minotaur? If you watch The Shining forwards and backwards, what will you see? Is there a cloud with Jack’s face superimposed on it in the beginning of The Shining? I couldn’t see it, but someone else did. Was it real?

Parts of Room 237 are a slog to watch, but I have never seen a better documentary illustrating why people believe in conspiracy theories. Recommended for conspiracy theory buffs and fans of The Shining!

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Alien: Bloodlines

This is a review of Alien: Bloodlines. Marvel now has the license to produce Alien comics! Lately, there seems to be a resurgence of comic companies producing licensed material – besides Alien, I’ve seen Predator, Godzilla, Conan, Planet of the Apes, etc. Anyway, the first Alien volume I read last year (not produced by Marvel, btw) wasn’t very good. If you don’t believe me, read the review!

How is this volume? I’m glad to announce that it’s solid. The action takes place sometime after the second Alien movie. Our hero Gabriel Cruz gets tossed from Weyland-Yutani, everyone’s favorite evil corporation, and moves back to Earth. Cruz is credited with bringing the Xenomorphs to earth – earth orbit, anyway. Is he a scientist or biochemist? No, he was impregnated by a facehugger, shoved into cryosleep, and had the baby alien surgically removed from his chest.

Anyway, Cruz wants to make peace with his son Danny, but Danny wants nothing to do with him. No, that’s not true. Danny wants Gabriel’s i.d. to get him and his radical friends onto the top-secret satellite orbiting earth that is chockful of Xenomorphs. Since Gabriel worked in security, of course he leaves his identification lying around his office instead of, say, a safe or locked cabinet. The radicals storm the satellite, and get more than they bargained for – or do they?

In the meantime, Weyland-Yutani sends Gabriel and two roadkill – I mean Marines – to the satellite. They are joined by Bishop (from the second Alien movie), because reasons. For Gabriel, it’s a rescue mission, but he’s well aware his superiors don’t give a crap and only want a Xenomorph. This leads to the scene where Gabriel shoots an infected man in the head to get a specimen, but the alien exits through the mouth instead of the chest, which leads to a Benny Hill style chase scene. Yakety Sax!

This is a good science fiction/horror comic. My main issue has to do with likability – i.e., nobody in this graphic novel is likable. I’m not sure why Gabriel wants to make peace with his son, but that’s his business; given their history, I have no idea why Gabriel thinks Danny wants anything to do with him.

Recommended for fans of the Alien franchise and fans of sci-fic/horror comics!

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Crazy Desires of a Murderer

This is a review of the Crazy Desires of a Murderer, a 70’s giallo that takes place in a gloomy old castle. Yes, that title is pretty strange, but the Italian version of the title gives away the plot. I’m unsure why that’s such a big deal. If you are watching this movie, you might be more interested in the many sex scenes than deciphering the plot.

Let’s turn to that plot, shall we? The Lord of the Castle (LotC for short) is an expert in Oriental antiquities. I call him the Lord of the Castle because after looking at IMDB it’s unclear to me who played which character and what their names are. The LotC has dementia and can’t recall what he ate for breakfast. His retainers are a sexy housemaid and a sinister butler. Together, they keep watch over his son, a mute lad who practices taxidermy in his palatial basement laboratory/bedroom. Yes, the LotC hides his son away in the basement.

Anyway, the LotC also has a party-girl daughter, who does not live in the basement. She comes for a visit and brings along her asshole friends, one of whom uses her as an unwitting drug mule. During the course of their raucous partying and wild fornicating, one of the friends is murdered in bed. Her eyes – a recurring image in giallo – are plucked out of her head. This is the most gruesome scene in the movie.

The Inspector arrives, as the plot morphs from rich young Europeans partying to an exciting game of Clue! He’s as sharp as a drawer of knives, that inspector. Upon questioning a male suspect, he observes that the man had sex the night of the murder. He knows that because of the condition of the male suspect’s underpants. Besides being an Inspector, perhaps he’s also an underwear fetishist?

The characters in this movie do strange, inexplicable things. One of the male guests – the men in this movie seem waaaay older than the girls – puts the drugs he’s risked his life for into a random drawer. When he comes back later, the drugs are gone. Gosh, who would have expected that? Another male guest – or it might be the same one – rufies their hostess. Meanwhile, the maid has sex with the LotC’s son in his basement taxidermy love nest. I think he’s supposed to be a minor, but who knows? I’m bad at guessing ages.

It all boils down to this: who is the killer who wears the squeaky shoes? Now that would’ve been an awesome title! Since most of the characters of this movie are utter assholes, I wasn’t exactly wringing my hands over whodunit. If you remove the plot, you’re left with a bunch of sex scenes – some of which aren’t all that sexy – and one gruesome murder.

I wouldn’t watch this unless you are a fan of obscure giallo. On second thought, just check out The House of Laughing Windows.

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Kill, Baby, Kill

This is a review of Mario Bava’s Kill, Baby, Kill. Mr. Bava was an influential Italian director in the 1960’s and 1970’s who also directed horror classics such as Blood & Black Lace and Black Sabbath. My review of Blood & Black Lace is here. I thought I’d reviewed Black Sabbath as well, but I guess not.

I do not consider Kill, Baby, Kill to be a giallo; since it has supernatural elements, I’d call it a ghost story with gothic overtones. The movie takes place in a village in the Carpathians in 1907 (thanks, Wikipedia!). Our main character is Dr. Eswai. He’s a sharp dresser, that Dr. Eswai. Young women are dying of mysterious causes, and he has been summoned to the village to do an autopsy of the latest victim. Unfortunately, the villagers view autopsies as violating the will of God. Their solution to this knotty theological problem is to try to murder Dr. Eswai, because killing someone you disagree with is absolutely the will of God.

I should note that the more enlightened characters in this movie view the villagers as superstitious morons, but in their defense the villagers a) know exactly what’s going on; b) are right to be terrified. What’s unspoken here is the idea of divine retribution; i.e., the belief that they deserve what’s happening to them. Interestingly, there are no priests or overt religious imagery in this movie, meaning that the concept of forgiveness is absent.

Kill, Baby, Kill doesn’t have much gore, or violence, or sex – the holy trinity of horror movies. However, the visuals are striking. There’s a sequence with a spiral staircase that looks awesome. The plot is nothing special – young girl killed due to the negligence of the townspeople haunts said townspeople. The cast includes a crazed Baroness and a healer who drives coins into people’s hearts. Dr. Eswai is a certified skeptic and impeccable dresser. His co-star and potential love interest Monica doesn’t have much to do, as she’s just arrived at the village.

A nitpick: since the girl in question is a tween, and not a baby, maybe the title should read Kill, Tween, Kill! Or are we take ‘baby’ to refer to a nubile young woman? Perhaps it’s a reference to the Baroness, who has wild bed head and chews the scenery with great vigor. Anyway, Kill, Baby, Kill is available on Shudder. It’s a solid horror movie that looks great, but don’t watch if you don’t like older horror movies. By today’s standards, it’s tame.

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VIY

VIY

VIY is the first- and as far as I know the only – Soviet Union horror movie in existence. It’s an obscure film that’s available streaming on Shudder. When I say ‘obscure,’ I mean obscure to me. Before watching this, I’d never heard of it, and I’ve seen a lot of horror movies.

The plot: Khoma is a Russian monk granted time off for the holidays. He and his two traveling companions get lost and end up at a farm. The old woman of the house lets them stay the night, but they all have to sleep in different places. The fact that she tells them that her house is full of people and she’s alone except for the farm animals is a tip-off that she might not be on the up-and-up.

Sure enough, the old woman turns out to be a witch. She hag-rides Khoma, flying him all over the countryside. When dawn breaks, the spell wears off. Khoma beats her half to death and is shocked when she transforms into a beautiful young woman.

Khoma races back to the monastery, but when he arrives there’s more bad news. The daughter of a rich landowner has been found beaten half to death, and wants him to say prayers for her soul. ‘Want’ is a misleading word, because Khoma is going whether he wants to or not. The landowner’s men make sure of that.

The landowner’s daughter dies before Khoma arrives, which means he’s forced to spend three nights locked in a church with a dead body, saying prayers for her soul. Except this young woman isn’t as dead as she seems…

I liked VIY a lot. Khoma isn’t a particularly likable guy, so I didn’t feel sorry for him. The animation is very late 60’s, reminding me of Disney movies I saw as a kid, but still looks fine. The makeup is great. Overall, a fine horror movie that’s as much fantasy as horror. And I still can’t figure out why I’ve never heard of it.