19th April 2015, 10:58 AM
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| Cultist on the Rampage | | Join Date: May 2011 Location: Leeds, UK | |
BOOK OF BLOOD - Starts promisingly, with a ghostly sex assault / face ripping, then dithers and ends up offering f*ck all. I didn't like 'Book Of Blood' at all. It makes no apologies for misleading its audience - aside from Barker's premise and a handful of interesting scenes / images, this is pretty much a standard 'investigators do haunted house' type affair, and a meagre one at that. It's hard to get past the 'British TV' type feeling that rolls in once the film hits the provinces, and the plot twists and reveals are as interesting as watching milk slowly curdle. The overall vibe is stultifying. Pity really, because those interesting scenes / images I mentioned could've been used as the basis of something good. The film's final act, with its weird s&m relationship between the lecturer and her 'book', is about the only worthwhile thing going down and really should've been the cornerstone of the entire piece. Aside from this - a load of rubbish.
FREAK - This is more like it, a 50p pick up from CEX with the kind of cheap, anonymous cover that usually bodes ill but in this case masks an odd and slightly baffling experience. 'Freak' is a late nineties indie which models itself on 'Halloween' and follows a young woman and her step-sister in their dealings with a murderous psych ward escapee. If the set-up sounds meat and potatoes, the execution isn't. It's all quite beguiling. A genuinely disturbing build up which chronicles the life of the pre-incarceration bad guy bookends a leap into slowly paced, slightly anodyne territory - we witness the sisters move house, grapple with a ferret, drive around, emote, and it all feels like filler, but it's strange. I can't quite put my finger on it. There's a dreaminess about it. The endless stretches of rural American scenery, where the wind always howls in the background, seem desolate and eerie. The acting is wooden but heartfelt. No attempt is made to generate suspense - everything happens as a matter-of-fact, but a real atmosphere comes through. Cryptic, 'arty' visuals and odd camera angles pepper the nothingness. Watching 'Freak' felt like speaking to a stranger through a haze in a tongue no-one quite understands. The phrase "everything is in slow motion, and there's someone in the distance" kept creeping up on me when I saw it. It reminded me a little of Friedel's films, maybe - 'Axe', for example, which dallies with enigma and boredom. A less surreal Tomaselli also came to mind, a bit. I'd watch this film again in an instant.
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