Friday, April 10, 2009
First I’d like to apologize for my delay in posting this review. My work, albeit minimal, and family life have kept me quite busy over the past month. I have, however, been actively viewing films since the last post and maintain the intention of posting more frequently. In addition, I’d like to mention that although I understand many of you reading this blog are familiar with the genres I am referring to (i.e. pink films, giallos, etc.), I will continue to give a small description of the genre for the film I am discussing only the first time it is introduced to the blog for readers that might be unfamiliar with these genres. In other words, after describing what pink films are in the last post, the next review I give that falls within the pink genre will be discussed without explanation as it has already been defined. And with that said…
Today I plan to review a film that lies within another one of my favorite genres of exploitation cinema, the Italian giallo. I have studied this genre much more thoroughly than the Japanese “pink” cinema I previously posted about. Yet, over the years, I have been exposed to more obscure films and film makers that I feel deserve recognition. The term giallo comes from the Italian gialli meaning yellow and refers to a series of violent murder mystery pulp novels released in Italy around the 1940’s which adorned yellow covers and became the inspiration for the genre. Most people will agree that the very first giallos came from the Italian maestro Mario Bava. The first being The Girl Who Knew Too Much (1962) and then continued by a segment entitled “The Telephone” in his anthology Black Sabbath (1963) and next with his beautiful masterpiece Blood and Black Lace (1964). While Bava introduced and created the blueprint for the giallo, it was his protégée, Dario Argento, who refined the genre and became much more popular with these films. His directorial debut The Bird With The Crystal Plumage (1969) and ultimately his magnum opus, Profondo Rosso or Deep Red (1974) are notable early entries. I have heard it said before that Bava created the giallo while Argento perfected it. Well, I believe that is an argument best reserved for when I discuss a film by one of these two masters of Italian horror. Although the classic characteristics of the black gloved murderer, sleazy atmospheric violence, multiple red herrings and characters that are, at best, morally challenged never changed, the 70’s did see an increase in the genre’s levels of sex and violence depending on the film maker. There have been many great contributors to the giallo genre over the years such as Lucio Fulci, Umberto Lenzi, Aldo Lado, and certainly Sergio Martino, who are all worth mentioning when speaking of this uniquely Italian type of cinema.
A couple of weeks ago I received a copy of The Case Of The Scorpion’s Tail (1971) directed by Sergio Martino (now out of print, so grab it if you can!) , and was very edger to see this film as I had recently viewed two of his other giallos: All The Colors Of The Dark (which will be reviewed shortly) and You Vice Is A Locked Room And Only I Have The Key. Now, I have seen countless giallos over the years and I am often presented with the usual dilemma: am I watching a film with any sort of artistic merit or am I watching a film that has been made simply to satisfy my perversely voyeuristic need to observe an obscene amount of nudity and violence hidden within a murder/mystery story? In most cases it is the latter that I find to be more accurate. However, it is Sergio Martino that has seemed to bridge that gap between art and trash which he uses to create a more cohesive, yet still subversive, storyline accompanied by an elegant visual style comparable to Bava and Argento. In fact, Martino began making films around the same time as Argento and I would not be surprised if they did not “borrow” from one another from time to time, as their styles are similar in several of their films.
I believe Martino has created a superb giallo with The Case Of The Scorpion’s Tail. Inviting the talents of genre veterans George Hilton (All The Colors Of The Dark) and Anita Strindberg (A Lizard In A Woman’s Skin), he solidifies his place as one of the top directors in the genre. The film’s plot begins with a promiscuous woman who inherits a million dollars after her husband dies in, a supposed, accidental plane crash. The insurance company, suspicious of the man’s death, assigns an agent to investigate the matter further. But when the widow is found murdered and the million dollars stolen, the floodgates open to a cast of suspects and subsequent murders. The agent and a rather nosey journalist join forces to try to find out who is responsible for the increasing deaths surrounding this mystery.
Fast paced and direct in it‘s plot development, this film plays out with few flaws. The character development is surprisingly full and I found myself understanding even the most minor characters, despite the pace of the film. And without giving away any spoilers, I will just say that the film is successful in keeping the killer’s identity hidden quite well until it‘s climax. This is a very beautifully filmed giallo that is able to extract anxiety or fear from the viewer by presenting the story through masterful cinematography and an affective color scheme, something that many films of this genre attempt to express but rarely succeed in executing. I found myself staring at the screen hypnotically a few times just observing the colors of the clothing, sets, lighting and landscapes. I’m not sure if all of this is intentional, but it’s existence is certainly an effective mood stabilizer. The acting in the film is rather well done, for the most part, and believable even when the scenario might seem quite ridiculous. All of the actors seem to find a common ground with one another and, as with many films in this genre, this is what sometimes keeps together a otherwise unbelievable story. Meanwhile, the powerful musical score by Bruno Nicolai creates a mood reminiscent of Ennio Morricone’s work of the same time period which elevates the film to yet another level of excellence. All of these elements combined present a solid film that clearly stands on it own within the genre.
Absolutely not to be mistaken for a film maker trying to cash in on the Italian giallo genre, Sergio Martino has proved with The Case Of The Scorpion’s Tail (not to mention several of his other giallo entries) that he is truly one of the founders and masters of the giallo!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
My intention with this blog is to review and express my opinions on the many films that I watch. I have never done anything like this before and after decades of staying up late at night and watching underground horror and exploitation films, often alone, I felt that this could be a good medium to convey my life long adoration and love for these films. It will also be a very much appreciated outlet that will save my girlfriend, whom I watch many of these films with nowadays, from the incessant ramblings of a uber film nerd. Frankly, I have no one else to share the excitement of analyzing cinema that most, if they're even aware of it's existence, might enjoy viewing these films but find it unimportant, ridiculous and sometimes even appalling. And while in some cases these viewpoints may be entirely valid, I can still find redeemable elements in even the most vapid of films. Thus, here I am. I watch a great deal of films on a weekly basis and plan to write on the films that I watch from here on out. Whether it's a new film to me or a revisit to my ever growing library of debauchery, I intend to share this experience and my opinions within the confines of this blog. Also, I encourage feedback and correspondence about the various topics and films I hope to discuss. If any inquiries should arise please feel free to contact me about my posts. And so without further adieu...
Over the past two years now I have been researching and seeking out many of the Japanese films that belong to the pink film genre, or pinku eiga, and the Roman Porno genre. I was first introduced to these genres at a couple of film festivals in LA years ago and was amazed at the sheer boldness these films exhibited. The excessive violence, near pornographic sex, and subversive content that they all seemed to share was surprising to me considering the time period in which they were made (late 60's through to the 80's). Not to mention the obvious influence that they had on directors like Quentin Tarantino, Shinya Tsukamoto and Takashi Miike to name just a few. My knowledge of Japanese cinema at the time was limited to ultra violent horror films like the Guinea Pig series, Entrails of a Virgin, Naked Blood, etc. and I enjoyed the works of filmmakers like "Beat" Takashi Kitano, Kei Fujiwara, and Takashi Miike. So the introduction to the beginnings of this type of Japanese film making was was greatly welcomed and appreciated.
Now, two years and dozens of films later, the viewing of these early Japanese exploitation films still retains all of their potency to me. A few days ago I purchased Female Yakuza Tale-Inquisition and Torture which is the sequel to one of my all time favorite Japanese sexploitation films, Sex and Fury. Now the rule of thumb with sequels is generally not to get your hopes up because they very rarely live up to their predecessor, right? I mean, you already know the characters and their background and essentially you're trying to recapture that experience you first felt for whatever reason. Well, I know the reason Sex and Fury had quite the impact on me upon it's first viewing. I was overwhelmed with the fully nude female sword fights, the nun knife fights, the bondage and torture in a church and ultimately the combining of two of the world's most beautiful and celebrated exploitation actresses in their respected countries: Japan's Reiko Ike (Terrifying Girl's High School series) and Sweden's Christina Lindberg (Thriller: A Cruel Picture). Now how am I to believe that Female Yakuza Tale would be able to rekindle my affection for Sex and Fury when Christina Lindberg is completely absent from the sequel? What are they going to do, show me another Reiko Ike nude sword fight? YES! Within the first two minutes, at that!
The fact is Female Yakuza Tale is by far one of the best and most entertaining entries of the genre that I have seen. The sequel takes Reiko Ike's character from Sex and Fury, Ocho, and throws her into a psychotic story complete with bad-ass drug smugglers, heroin-addicted drug mule prostitutes and probably twice the amount of sex and violence the first film presented. Director Teruo Ishii beautifully captures both of the essential motifs present in this genre of sex and violence with almost seamless precision. While Ike's performance solidifies her status as one of the greatest performers in the genre. From the amazing sword fight striptease intro to it's epic climax with what seems like an army of blood splattered breasts and swords galore, Female Yakuza Tale-Inquisition and Torture is exactly the reason I keep coming back to this genre!