Island Of Death (cert. 18) will be released on DVD (£15.99) by Arrow Video on 21st March 2011.


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Even among the sometimes unsalubrious company on the UK Video Nasty list, Island of Death stands out a gloriously cynical exercise in pushing the taboo button and standing back to enjoy the carnage that ensues.

Imagine a film where it almost feels like the Greek director and producer sat down with a napkin, wrote a wish list of disgust, designed to best the boundaries of imported US grindhouse, and then set about filming the said list to produce what amounts to an exploitation weapon, honed to pierce petty morality and injure the minds of the impressionable and all to wring a trashy buck out of fleapit patrons who think they’ve seen everything.

Seen through modern eyes, it’s easy to smirk at the 70s decor and fashions and the dreamy travelogue footage that pads out many exploitation flicks, but at it’s heart, Island of Death is a movie that wants audiences to question their sanity for watching. As you sit there and let the cavalcade of golden showers, scorched Lesbians, assassinated gay men, beheaded aging tarts and violated goats wash your eyes in filth, It’s best to give up asking why such a nice, normal looking couple of kids in their 20s, with a summer of freedom to enjoy in such idyllic surroundings, should instead want to embark on a facist rampage across a sleepy island, striking down anyone who doesn’t cling to the same narrow and hypocritical morality that they do.


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Instead, my advice is to enjoy Island of Death for what it is, the kind of outlandish exploitation cinema that could only happen in 70s Europe, when independents had a chance to make money by filming what the big studios wouldn’t, the kind of grimy trash that people actually want to watch in a dark room. In our irony washed modern world, big studios inject large amounts of cash into post-modern retro-styled Multiplex-ploitation but they’ll never recreate the on the hoof joys of Island of Death, a movie that feels like a bunch of kids got together to put on a show one summer but then someone spiked their drinks with something really nasty.

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The Beyond (cert. 18) is OUT NOW on DVD (£19.99) and Blu-ray (£24.99) by Arrow Video

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Lucio Fulci got scant regard while he was alive, his films being consigned to banned lists, kicked around by distributors armed with celluloid butchering scissors and generally treated like the work of any number of other Italio-hacks churning out cheap knock-offs of Hollywood successes.

Fulci’s work is so much more than that. Yes, there’s plenty of hokey splatter (particularly in later offerings) and a willingness to cash in on prevailing trends, a habit he shared with many of his contempories, but for cinema lovers, Fulci’s films have a few more layers than the average Spaghetti gutmuncher or sleazy Eurotrash offering.

Personally, Fulci stands out as the first director outside of the mainstream that I really became aware of. As a teenage horror geek among a peer group raised on 80s blockbusters and American Werewolf in London, I was well aware of Spielberg’s forays into big screen pulp, Lucas’ Space Westerns and John Landis, who was a bit of hero because of the jaw dropping Werewolf transformation he helped to create and his work on Thriller.

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But Lucio Fulci was different. Here was a disreputable pusher of extreme violence that I could really get my teeth into. Later on, I’d discover the full breadth of his work, but in those early days, it was the eyeball piercing extremity of Zombie Flesheaters, the buried alive terror of City of the Living Dead and the mechanical spider metaphysical weirdness of The Beyond that fired my imagination.

Here were films devoid of the MTV Horror-lite of 80s Teen-Comedy fright flicks. Here were movies that didn’t follow the logical progression of Reaganomic Slasher movies, with their strangely right wing morality and linear slayings of wayward young people tempted by premartial sex or a sneaky joint. Fulci’s movies took me down a darker path, to a place where Slasher films weren’t throwaway hokum but disturbing forays into edgy sleaze like New York Ripper. Zombies became pawns in an increasingly bizarre series of movies which twisted and distorted the rules of horror cinema with The Beyond being perhaps Fulci’s most outlandish statement. A savage but dislocated nightmare that follows the rules of dream logic rather than a conventional narrative.

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The standard tools available to a horror director – A creaking old house, stumbling corpses, creepy kids, unsettling mystics and loving attention payed to close up dismemberment – are used to create a kind of gore drenched cinematic poetry as opposed to a comforting blend of familiar genre tricks.

The Beyond remains, alongside Murder Rock (for less praiseworthy reasons), my favourite film in Fulci’s filmography and, while it’s certainly been a long time coming, the new Arrow Video edition of the film finally means the UK has a release of this vital piece of horror history that does the film justice.

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