Sunday, December 22, 2013

So Sweet, So Dead (1972) review


 

SO SWEET, SO DEAD aka RIVELAZIONI DI UN MANIACO SESSUALE AL CAPO DELLA SQUADRA MOBILE (REVELATIONS OF A SEX MANIAC TO THE HEAD OF THE POLICE SQUAD), THE SLASHER ...IS THE SEX MANIAC!

Farley Granger (Inspector Capuana), Sylvia Koscina (Barbara Capuana), Chris Avram (Prof. Casali), Silvano Tranquilli (Paolo Santangeli), Annabella Incontrera (Franca Santangeli), Angela Covello (Bettina Santangeli), Femi Benussi (Serena), Luciano Rossi (Gastone), Nieves Navarro (Lily), Krista Nell (Renata), Jessica Dublin (Rossella)

Directed by Roberto Bianchi Montero

***WARNING! This review contains images of nudity***


The Short Version: An unusually good script punctuates this tale about a depraved avenger of morality snuffing out licentious Italian housewives married to men of stature. The newly transferred police inspector finds small town life of little difference from the manic city in Roberto Montero's sex and breasts obsessed giallo thriller. The minimalist political pandering is a welcome change of pace -- supplanted by a storyline demonstrative of immorality; and it's brought to you by a director who dabbled in movies with sexual themes, and ended his career doing porn pictures. One helluva punch at the end, too. SO SWEET is so recommended.


A serial killer with a twisted moral sensibility is slashing the unfaithful wives of prominent, successful men and leaving photographic evidence of their infidelity at the scene of the crime. Curiously, the faces of the men in the photos have been removed. Inspector Capuana is a former Sicilian policeman trying to piece the small town murder mystery together. Coming up with a number of false leads and obstacles in his way, Capuana learns more than he bargained for upon discovering the killers identity.


Roberto Montero's movie starts off in suitably nasty fashion displaying a perfectly posed, and naked female corpse with knife wounds on various parts of her body. His giallo thriller gets off to a fabulously grim start with this gruesomely sexual image; and while it maintains a level of professionalism and sleaze appeal, the nastiness of this opening scene dissipates quickly. The murder scenes all occur in the same fashion and never get too messy. However, there's a great deal of suspense derived leading up to some of them.



The film has some striking subtext regarding women of status in their marriages to powerful men. It doesn't paint them in a very dutiful, or positive light. They're often depicted as gossiping, callous, horny females who want their cake and eat it too; or simply have lost interest in their significant other and seek satisfaction elsewhere -- sometimes with other men of power. The inspector doesn't shirk from making his opinions known when referring to the licentious, and now dead women as whores.


The writers touch on a variety of pertinent subjects, but some of these are just glossed over without much time spent on them. Young adults interested in politics and anarchy are among the topics broached. Loneliness, societal detachment and homosexuality are likewise touched upon. The decline of Italian culture into a more salacious arena where married couples, as one character puts it, knowingly look for other sexual partners via newspaper ads is likewise explored.



The film wallows in a sexual paradigm indicative of the decade; and of a deviancy that knows no social status -- from the bourgeois, to the squalor at the bottom of the totem pole. The difference is the former hide their lewd conduct to preserve reputation while those of lesser standing (prostitutes and such) depend on their reputations to stay in business. The picture also paints with a voyeuristic brush in that both the killer, and the cops are constantly watching and snapping away with cameras. 

Refreshingly, Montero avoids leftist-centered politics that dominate so many Italian productions with their sometimes overbearingly repetitive reliance on social class warfare. However, the film does flirt with politics on a few occasions with dialog regarding the medias opposition to civic authorities and their handling of the murder case by protecting the names of those involved to save their reputations. This later proves contradictory as it becomes apparent that everybody knows your business in a small town.



Jettisoning a central political theme, the main focus is on morality; and at the crux of that morality is the promiscuity of the women depicted in the film. The men aren't free from guilt, but it's the women (all of upper class standing, mind you) whose lives are being ended out of some sort of moral retribution -- depraved as it may be. The means by which the women are dispatched is always the same, and equally coital in nature. The carnal violence visited upon their bodies results in cut throats and slashes at the breasts and extremities; the last two clearly denoting the killers hatred towards feminine sexual proclivities. At one point in the movie, the black-clad killer is confronted by a male paramour. The slasher shows no interest in killing the man, but merely keeping him at bay to make his escape. 


On the opposite end of the spectrum, the justification, and the frequent reasoning for the ladies' lascivious behavior is stated rather succinctly by one of the female characters with 'it's the adventure that gives danger its flavor'. Montero's script is steeped in a dichotomy of sex and death. The progeny of the giallo, the slasher movie, often presented sex (of the teen-aged, premarital variety) as a precursor to death. In SO SWEET, SO DEAD, it's extramarital affairs that result in murders, but directed exclusively at (older) women. Some may find this misogynistic while others may see this as societal decline with Catholicism being quietly subjugated by hedonism.

Personally, I don't think the filmmakers -- the director in particular -- were trying to make a concerted statement on immorality. Moral decay is the central motif, but considering the director previously dabbled in sexually oriented motion pictures, and ended his career doing porn movies, it would seem Montero was simply making a movie using a subject he was familiar with.



In the pictures only true misstep, at approximately 45 minutes in, the film introduces a subplot that threatens to derail the police procedural of the first half. This concerns a young revolutionary named Bettina who witnesses one of the murders. This deviation lasts about five minutes before it's abandoned altogether, and Bettina is never seen again. After that, we're back into the main storyline right up to the rather shocking ending.


Giorgio Gaslini's score is quite beautiful and jazzy, even if it sounds like the same few cues playing in a loop. There's little diversity in the soundtrack, but you will likely find yourself humming along just the same.

The plentiful murders themselves are repetitive, and occasionally feel pedestrian in execution. Some of these sequences are enlivened by variances in location, while others succeed by a suspenseful build.


In America, the film was modified with hardcore porn inserts and re-christened PENETRATION some time in the late 1970s. It also played under a variety of other titles. Considering the trajectory Roberto Montero's career took around this time towards the end of the decade, a porno version of SO SWEET, SO DEAD kind of makes sense.

SUSPECTS: Who do you think is the killer?



Gastone the morgue attendant: He is fascinated with the bodies of the young women. He laughs wildly upon satisfaction with his work. He fawns over their "remodeled" corpses, and is essentially a societal outcast and possible necrophiliac.



Professor Casali: Works closely with inspector Capuana in deciphering the mindset of the mysterious black masked, black gloved murderer.


Paolo Santangeli, the lawyer: His wife is among the murdered women. He was enjoying dalliances with his crippled next door neighbors' wife, Lily. He lies to the inspector about the last time he saw his wife before her death.


Fans of Giallo cinema are rewarded with a tight story that touches on numerous topics, but focuses primarily on a single one. The sexual content is high in this, so if you're into sleaze done classy, this is par for your course. SO SWEET, SO DEAD is capped by a great shock ending, too. Lots of big names here in what was a fairly obscure murder thriller till Camera Obscura gave it newly restored life on the digital format.

This review is representative of the Camera Obscura R2 DVD.


Thursday, December 19, 2013

Inbred (2011) review



INBRED 2011

Jo Hartley (Kate), Seamus O'Neill (Jim), James Doherty (Jeff), James Burrows (Tim), Neil Leiper (Gris), Chris Waller (Dwight), Dominic Brunt (Pudge), Terry Haywood (Zeb), Nadine Rose Mulkerrin (Sam)

Directed by Alex Chandon


The Short Version: At first glance, this would appear to be another standard WRONG TURN or TEXAS CHAINSAW clone with its bloody bumpkins and power tools. There are shades of that here, but Chandon's hamlet of psycho hillbillies would feel more at home with the Pleasant Valley cut-ups from 2000 MANIACS (1964). Fans of the popular, darkly humorous, horror tinged Brit series, THE LEAGUE OF GENTLEMEN will likely want to hang out with the hicks to pick out all the references. Impressive photography and a fine musical score are sandwiched around lots of squishy gore, gloriously offensive imagery, uncouth behavior, maggot eating, and a Grand Guignol atmosphere. A grubby, ghoulishly enjoyable little movie.



Two social workers take a group of four troubled youths out to the Yorkshire village of Mortlake on a character building, community service jaunt. Upon mingling with the bizarre denizens of the isolated hamlet, the group discover the entire town are depraved maniacs who don't take kindly to strangers.


In the tradition of Tobe Hooper's THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE (1974) and Herschell Gordon Lewis's 2000 MANIACS (1964) comes this gore-drenched British horror film with a darkly humorous touch. Described as a horror comedy by most, these comedic bits never overtake the movie, but only add to the disturbing nature. Chandon's movie is also incredibly offensive at times, so you timid, politically correct viewers out there beware.



Ollie Downey's photography is stunning, perfectly capturing the right mood at regular intervals. His lens gets the most out of the 2.35:1 framing whether it be shots of the village, or some wide expanse out in the country. This sort of movie isn't normally afforded such care to its look, so it's a pleasant surprise to see it here.  A fair number of shots in the movie evoke a gloomily majestic ambiance -- these emphasizing the vast isolation surrounding the scant pockets of civilization such as the rotting morbidity of Mortlake. 



The script contains some decent characters for its protagonists, some of which we're supposed to be annoyed by. Everybody gets a scene or two for us to at least get a feel for who they are before the screaming and running starts. Thankfully, the fate of the characters aren't telegraphed as some die that we don't expect to; and the most unlikable of the protagonists redeems himself when the chips are down.


Performances are good across the board, but one character steals the show from everybody else. Seamus O'Neill is absolutely bonkers as Jim, the homicidal patriarch of this backwoods, inbred haven. We're already pretty sure he's off his rocker after he makes lemonade that "tastes like piss" and passes out these nasty looking pork rind type snacks with hair on them (they're referred to as pig scratchings). His demented status is assured during a rather nasty kitchen scene followed by his donning blackface (looking like Papa Lazarou from THE LEAGUE OF GENTLEMEN) and lording over a sick, twisted circus of horrors for the amusement of the towns misanthropic populace (some of which are individuals with real deformities).



This is where the nastiness kicks into overdrive and the film takes on a strong resemblance to Herschell Gordon Lewis's 2000 MANIACS (1964); even down to the use of a song the main motley crew of madmen rapturously sing a few times over the course of the film.

 


It's worth noting that while the plot is of the modern city slickers vs. backwoods hillbillies variety, the city folk are just as much outcasts as the depraved members of Mortlake. The four troubled kids have varied backgrounds ranging from arson to gang activity. The two social workers have their differences with Jo being the stronger, more approachable of the two. She connects on a more personable level with the kids while Jeff comes off more like a school teacher. It's not a great deal of exposition, but it's nice to see its implementation before the screaming and bloody violence takes total control about 40 minutes in.


Dave Andrews foreboding musical cues suit the material, and successfully aid in the build-up. On a few occasions, the music leaves you wondering just what is coming next, or just how long Chandon will milk the suspense before it all goes to hell for our six protagonists. 

There are a lot of good things in this movie, but there's also some not so good things, as well. The gore is creative, splashy and edited very well. However, the integration of CGI standing in for massive squibs will put off fans of old fashioned blood splatters (they're getting to be extinct nowadays); yet the camera never lingers on these moments so you're not given time to dwell on the fakery. Still, there's enough practical effects to keep gore-met connoisseurs satiated. 



For continuity spotters, there's a huge editing gaff that occurs near the end. Once the last few survivors are trapped in an old house, our cretinous quasi-cannibals lay siege to it. Then suddenly, they have wandered away from the house to mourn the death of one of their own. In the next scene, they're back at the house again. It's moderately jarring, and very noticeable.



Finally, the accents are so thick it's difficult to make out what's being said at times, but this isn't a blight on the film at all, just a personal observation. The actions do the bulk of the talking, anyways. There's one word, though, that is universal, and it gets a lot of mileage out of the script. The overuse of 'fuck' brings to mind the annoyance of Rob Zombie movies. Virtually everybody blurts it out at any given time during the movie.



This is a straight up horror picture, although it's billed as a horror-comedy by many. There is comedy here, but it's of the TEXAS CHAINSAW style of grueling horror/humor mix (likened to the "look what your brother did to the door" type of spiel). Some of this black humor feels deliberate at times, but mostly the sense of dread dominates. Critics seem divided on INBRED, but this reviewer was pleasantly surprised by it. The photography, music, storyline, the macabre costumes, filthy characters, and Chandon's refreshingly offensive approach are choice ingredients in this revolting, if tastily nasty stew.

This review is representative of the Xlrator DVD.


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