Thursday, November 6, 2014

Morituris (2011) review


 

MORITURIS 2011

Andrea Di Bruyin (Morituris #1), Valentina D'Andrea (Morituris #2),  Desiree Giorgetti (Morituris #3), Giuseppe Nitti (Morituris #4), Simone Ripanti (Morituris #5), Francesco Malcom Trulli (Jacques), Bianca Ciocca (Manicurist), Mariano Baffi (Trace), Carlo Di Angelis (Secutor), Flavio Fortuna (Caronte), Adriano Malloni (Rizario), Franesco Bernardini (Mirmilloni)

Directed by Raffaele Picchio

The Short Version: After a decades long slumber with infrequent revivification, Italian horror returns once more in an effort to reclaim its nasty horror crown it wore proudly in the 1980s.  MORITURIS (Latin for Those Who Must Die) is ensnared by a horrifically messy script, and thrown to the lions for the amusement of no one. The past and present clash when three Italian men pick up two Romanian hitchhikers and subject them to rape and torture till five undead Roman combatants appear and attack everybody. If that strange marriage of ideas weren't stupefying enough, this wildly offensive trash attempts to mask its sadism as a political statement(!), tying itself to a real crime, that, as it happened, didn't involve zombie gladiators from beyond the grave. Et tu, movie?


***WARNING! This review contains imagery of nudity and gore***



Three Italian men pick up two Romanian women with the intent of attending an all night rave party. Unfortunately for the two ladies, the evening itinerary doesn't include the sort of party they expect, but one of rape and torture in an isolated area of a forest. What the group doesn't realize is this particular spot is host to an ancient Roman burial ground where five rebellious, and murderous gladiators were put to bloody rest. Upon setting foot on their grave, the five undead arena warriors rise and subject both the men and the women to their own brand of persecution.

Beginning with a strange loop of 8mm home movies from the 1970s that show a family out on a picnic, these clips (who exactly is running them is never revealed) end with the threat of pedophilia before some offscreen menace massacres everyone. The camera moves over the corpses (again, who is filming this?), resting on the sight of a grave marker with the Latin 'Hic Sunt Leones', or 'Lions Sleep Here' engraved on it. The title appears, then things switch to a gruesome opening credits sequence in ancient Rome that may befuddle audience members as to what sort of movie they are about to see. Having now finally seen this under-the-radar Italo horror, MORITURIS is one of the most morally bankrupt, sloppily handled examples of Euro horror ever conceived; although, ironically enough, one not without some points of interest.



In many Italian genre pictures of old, there's always this seemingly irresistible desire to make a political statement as opposed to making a straightforward movie. For director Picchio's picture that mixes true crime with zombie gladiators, he and scripter Gianluigi Perrone fail spectacularly at both. There are a great many reasons to avoid MORITURIS, and a few reasons to satisfy ones curiosity by viewing it at least once. It all depends on where your loyalties lie where Euro horror is concerned. But since this soulless film has mostly extraneous links to an actual crime, it helps to know a bit about said crime in order to put Picchio's movie into perspective.



The Circeo Massacre of 1975 involved three men who coerced two young girls (one 17, the other 19) into attending a party at a villa in San Felice Circeo. It was anything but a party as the men instead subjected the young girls to rape and torture for nearly two days. One girl died while the other managed to escape by feigning death. She died in December 2005. Incidentally, one of the murderers, Angelo Izzo, was released on parole earlier that year in '05 and proceeded to kill again, this time targeting a woman and her 14 year old daughter. As of 2009, he now serves a life sentence. In another surprising turn, the third killer, Gianni Guido, was released in August of '09. Andrea Gyra, the first of the murderers, used an alias (Jacques, like the one named in the film), and is believed to still be alive despite DNA evidence to the contrary and statements of sightings in other countries.

To have made a film about this true crime would have been much more satisfying than the FROM DUSK TILL DAWN (1996) nonsense Picchio indulges in -- beginning his film one way, and ending up as something else. MORITURIS succeeds at neither. Borrowing heavily from a variety of sources, one of the most obvious is Wes Craven's infamous THE LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT (1972).


The Circeo Massacre likewise provided an escape route for sensationalized brutality in a handful of Italian crime pictures in the 1970s; the most savage of which would likely be Sergio Grieco's VIOLENCE FOR KICKS (1975). The violation of women in that film mirrors the extremes present in Picchio's movie. A scene in Grieco's film where a woman has her face furiously raked across barbed wire before she's raped comes to mind in comparison to similar scenes in MORITURIS. For example, a woman is forced to fellate a man, then kicked in the stomach repeatedly till she pukes up the semen he deposited; a short distance away, her friend is violated with scissors before she's raped. This is not graphically shown, but still disturbing. 


Another scene finds a woman tied down naked and tortured with acid dripped onto her belly. Her inquisitor then inserts a mouse into her vaginal region with a tube. This sequence tries for artistry by taking place in front of a projection screen where a torture scene from Massimo Pupillo's BLOODY PIT OF HORROR (1965) is playing.

Picchio, like other Italian exploitation filmmakers, was seemingly influenced by Wes Craven's THE LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT (1972). They may want their film to feel more important by parallels to a real-life tragedy, but comparisons with Craven's notorious tale of barbarism are even more inescapable the way Picchio handles his scenario. What's interesting to note is that Italian filmmakers (and Picchio haphazardly does it here), particularly of the left wing, love to make social class comparisons towards so-called wealthy oppressors and their less privileged victims. In this case, it's the upper class strata of the killers in the original case. Craven's LAST HOUSE, which this film clearly imitates, is a reverse of this when the upper class must turn barbaric to counter Krug and his cronies whose only means of attaining anything in life is to take it, and inflict pain while doing it. 


That is an entirely different piece altogether, but the point is, Picchio and his writer want to make a horror movie with societal relevance, and they do a miserable job of it. Political propaganda was more palpable in some of the above-mentioned 70s crime movies, but here, it's more of a ruse to do an Italian version of LAST HOUSE with a dash of HOSTEL (2005) thrown into the mix. Coincidentally, there had already been a newer LAST HOUSE styled horror in Italy with 2006's THE LAST HOUSE IN THE WOODS; the difference being there were no zombie gladiators in that one. Which brings us to what should be the bread and (circuses?) butter of this moribund movie.


The gladiatorial slasher portion of MORITURIS feels an awful lot like TOMBS OF THE BLIND DEAD (1971), but without the moldy corpses; or Amando De Ossorio's creative ingenuity for that matter. The same thing happens -- a group of people stumble onto an ancient burial place and the dead rise to attack. Only here, the zombies look like muscle men wearing Roman gladiator attire with dust all over them. Aside from a closeup of a mouth with jagged teeth, these five Spartans from beyond the grave look like deranged gym rats doused with flour. We never even see them rise from their burial pit, they simply walk out of the shadows. We do, at least, get some background about them. 

 
Following the unnecessary prologue mentioned elsewhere, an animated opening credits montage takes us back in time to 73 BC. We see there were five of these psychotic Spartan rebels (gladiators were generally criminals, slaves, or prisoners of war) who escaped their bonds and went on a murder and raping spree before being captured, killed, and buried in a pit watched over by a statue of Nemesis, Greek Goddess of, among other things, retribution, and a patroness of the arena gladiators. More could have been done with them, but yet again, Picchio skims the surface hoping that shock effect and perversity will be enough.


MORITURIS tries to be many things, yet manages to accomplish nothing except to turn off its audience, or bewilder them into wondering just what in the hell the filmmakers were trying to do here. There was a potential for a decent, if standard horror feature, but this is sabotaged for the sake of a half-baked political statement. MORITURIS does, and likely inadvertently, proves that gory violence is no substitute for acts of savagery that involve no blood and guts at all. The lengthy rapes and tortures of the two women surpass the indignities wrought by the zombie Roman arena fighters. That leaves us with very little that's salvageable in this Euro gore throwback.

The practical effects are the work of elder statesman of Italian horror, Sergio Stivaletti. They look fine even though they're obscured by darkness since nearly the entire movie takes place at night. If only his FX belonged to a better movie; like DEMONS (1985), or OPERA (1987) where his work is better served.


Daniele Poli's photography is occasionally startling, if dark, often too dark. His shots are highlighted with blue lighting that, while seen in many other horror films, manages to derive some atmosphere; even if the filmmakers squander it for the sake of senseless shock value.

The score, along with the Euro metal music is good, recalling the sort of thing Argento would get up to during his best days. The sound design is likewise effective, especially where our slow-motion, rampaging gladiators are concerned.

The next to last closing credits reads 'In Memory of Humanity'. This should have been 'In Memory of Italian Horror'. MORITURIS (Latin for 'Those Who Must Die') is symbolic of the state of horror cinema in Italy; and if this is the sort of thing to be expected from Italy's infrequent, limp genre offerings, they should leave the horror to France who have been doing far better examples of the form.


MORITURIS was banned in Italy before its reportedly small release in its home country. This banned status is one of the reasons the movie hearkens back to the heyday of Euro horror perversity that garnered attention outside of Italy. The films brutality didn't go unnoticed for its German DVD release. Shorn of nearly 20 minutes(!!!), it runs approximately 64 minutes, so beware of that one. Curiously, a German Blu/DVD combo contains the uncut version. Another World Entertainment has also released it. As of this writing, no US release has been announced.


Further, the tagline on the films poster is 'Evil Prevails'. Essentially giving away the finish (not that there's anything here that's surprising), about the only message this movie manages to get across succinctly is that sometimes in real life, evil does in fact succeed. It's also telling that one of the films other advertisements displays a thumbs down; an ancient gesture often (some sources state erroneously) associated with the death of the fallen in the gladiatorial arena. In the case of MORITURIS, thumbs down simply means Picchio's movie has failed to curry favor with this viewer.


Friday, October 31, 2014

Island of Lost Souls (1932) review

 

ISLAND OF LOST SOULS 1932

Charles Laughton (Dr. Moreau), Richard Arlen (Edward Parker), Leila Hyams (Ruth Thomas), Bela Lugosi (Sayer of the Law), Kathleen Burke (The Panther Woman), Arthur Hohl (Montgomery)

Directed by Erle C. Kenton

The Short Version: The inflicting of pain and its resultant suffering are running themes on this island run by the mad, Hitlerian, whip-wielding scientist Dr. Moreau. He even runs an institution built on it, and one bearing the cheery moniker, the House of Pain. In this clinic of torment, Moreau creates a menagerie of manimals more out of his sadistic nature than the misguided betterment of mankind. A shocker in its day, these LOST SOULS maintains a gorilla-like grip on its ability to jangle nerves, and get skin to crawling. Horror fans will find this ISLAND worth visiting multiple times over.

"Mr. Parker, do you know what it means to feel like God?" 


Shipwrecked on an uncharted South Pacific island, Edward Parker meets the eccentric Dr. Moreau and his assistant, Montgomery. Curious of the strange looking inhabitants, Parker accidentally discovers Moreau is conducting obscene experiments turning animals into humans using torturous methods. Hitting upon the idea of using Parker for mating with his crowning achievement, the Panther Woman, Moreau has no intentions of allowing him to leave. Meanwhile, Parker's fiance charts a boat to track him to the dangerous, fog-enshrouded island of lost souls.


ISLAND OF LOST SOULS (1932) was yet another groundbreaking example of Pre-code Hollywood shockers that left theater patrons aghast when they laid eyes upon it at the tail end of 1932. Having already been shook senseless by the visual assault of Tod Browning's unsettling FREAKS (1932) released earlier in the year, it was the tone of LOST SOULS, and the sound of taboos shattering that got people fidgety. The end of the pre-code era came mainly as a result of movies with more overt, less subtle instances of sexual deviancy; but it's virtually impossible to watch LOST SOULS (or FREAKS for that matter) and not think these genre shockers didn't have a hand in the censorship crackdown. With these early pictures, you'll notice major differences in comparison to horror films made post 1934 when the Hays Code was more strictly enforced. A correlation to the emotional shock wave felt by audiences might be the receptions to both THE EXORCIST (1973) and THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE (1974), both controversial films in their own right.

It's worth pondering what would have happened had the code not been implemented so stringently; what sort of effect it would have had on the industry if filmmakers continued to push the envelope as they did during the infancy of cinema. If you place director Kenton's movie next to his later genre work in the 40s -- THE GHOST OF FRANKENSTEIN (1942), HOUSE OF FRANKENSTEIN (1944), and HOUSE OF DRACULA (1945) -- the differences are night and day.


Kenton's movie is something of a reflection on the nature of man, and the inner turmoil between the civilized human and innate savage in us all; and how, despite technological advances, we've not progressed much past the species of animals in the film that are tortured, prodded, experimented on in an attempt to make them something they are not.


Charles Laughton as Dr. Moreau has a Frankenstein complex; but unlike the mad man-builder, Dr. Moreau is a mad modification specialist. Instead of stitching a thing using spare parts, he transforms members of the animal world into human-like creatures in crude, torturous fashion without anesthetic! 


Moreau, for all his scientific methodology, is little more than a demented masochist; even less sane than his fellow sanguinary surgeon, Dr. Frankenstein. His aim is to push along the evolutionary process within animals; and through painful vivisections, make them more human. The irony is that Moreau himself is a beast -- a human beast. He beats and whips his experiments into submission -- seemingly taking care of them -- but keeping them all in line with a whip and a gun. His so-called experiments take place in the self-descriptive 'House of Pain'. Most medical procedures are conducted in a hospital, with care for the patients. That Moreau himself refers to his own facility as the House of Pain is telling in that he's less interested in scientific exploration than he is in blatant torture; and getting pleasure from administering it.


His prized creation, Lota the Panther Woman, looks like a human female. Later in the film, her feline origins resurface leading Moreau to proclaim he'll have to burn the animal out of her. Judging by his gleefully sadistic laughter and Lota cowering in fear, this will not be a pleasant experience; at least not for her.  


Aside from motifs of inflicting pain, themes of bestiality and rape run rampant in Philip Wylie's and Waldemar Young's adaptation of H.G. Wells's original story. Moreau's insidious plan to push Parker into a mating ritual with Lota is blatant, not to mention appalling. Making the whole idea even more difficult is Kathleen Burke's sensitive, curious portrayal of Lota. The audience derives a great deal of sympathy for her. With very little dialog, Burke resorts to body language to sell the performance. Much like a family pet, her inquisitiveness is evident without having to utter a word.

While the presence of a dark romance between man and cat is in the air, something more sinister awaits Parker's fiance. When she has the misfortune of ending up on this nightmarish isle, Moreau's chief hairy hitman, Ouran has a literal animal attraction to her. This minor plot point isn't the sort of infatuation akin to Kong and Fay Wray. With the most searing bedroom eyes, the hunched-over, gorilla-like man-thing leaves little to the imagination of his intentions with Ruth (Hyams).

The assorted creatures of Moreau's morbid museum range from disturbing to frightening. Paired with the taboo thrashing themes, it's easy to see why ISLAND OF LOST SOULS raised so many eyebrows in its time. Wally Westmore, the real creator of Moreau's mistakes, devised a bounty of revolting and pitiable visages that, despite being over 80 years old, are still impressive today. Compared to the makeup jobs in the 1977 remake, THE ISLAND OF DR. MOREAU, the meticulous monsters designed by Westmore are a Rembrandt to the '77 versions paint splotches. An even more inferior remake followed in 1996.

Bela Lugosi plays the Sayer of the Law, a very hairy, werewolf-like creature who keeps the creatures in line when Moreau's whip isn't doing the talking. Lugosi was hot at this time, yet he isn't a headliner as he was in DRACULA (1931), WHITE ZOMBIE (1932), and MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE (1932). Still, he gets many of the best lines in the movie, some of which have been spoofed in other movies. Lugosi was often characteristically over the top, always giving his villains something extra with his delivery and mannerisms, and he doesn't disappoint here at all. His impassioned, boisterous "Are we not men" speech reveals the monsters to possess an emotional capacity that is irrefutably absent in their creator.


The Darwinian nature tampering was another topic that had audience members squirming; especially with this rotund Dr. Demented proudly proclaiming he was playing God by building new, living beings with the use of existing parts. FRANKENSTEIN (1931) raised similar issues, yet Colin Clive's mad scientist seemed to genuinely believe he was doing good for civilization. Moreau, while operating with the same mission statement, seems more interested in playing with a beasts insides than playing a superior being.


ISLAND OF LOST SOULS (1932) was highly influential on a number of filmmakers from around the world. The monster makeup was imitated in foreign films from the Philippines and Mexico, for example. Films like Eddie Romero's THE TWILIGHT PEOPLE (1972) and Alfonso Carona Blake's SANTO EN EL MUSEO DE CERA (1963) feature mad scientists creating manimals for reasons suitable only for genre fare. The former turns the Wells story into an action-adventure film with monsters. The premise feels slapped together, but there's fun to be had. The latter is a unique spin on the material in that it's a concentration camp survivor who is tinkering with nature using human guinea pigs. It's one of the best examples of the Mexican wrestling movie genre, a filmic style that often mixed horror and the supernatural with wrestling.

 
Controversial in its day, ISLAND OF LOST SOULS (1932) remains a provocative piece of genre filmmaking. One of the most important, topically persuasive movies of its kind, it took James Whales's nightmare of Franken-science and transformed it into a deranged chiaroscuro wasteland. Nearly perfect from start to finish, a few modern viewers might actually find themselves mortified by the films subject matter, in addition to its gallery of grotesque monster makeup designs. Essential viewing for any serious horror aficionado.

This review is representative of the Criterion DVD.


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