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Martino Knockavelli
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Fourteen Pointers
Lost Highway
From this inventory of imagery, Lynch fashions two separate but intersecting stories, one about a jazz musician (Bill Pullman), tortured by the notion that his wife is having an affair, who suddenly finds himself accused of her murder. The other is a young mechanic (Balthazar Getty) drawn into a web of deceit by a temptress who is cheating on her gangster boyfriend. These two tales are linked by the fact that the women in both are played by the same actress (Patricia Arquette).
Mine #7. David Lynch, 1997. Neo-noir with a horror flavour. Nightmarish tale of psychological breakdown in the aftermath of appalling event, a retreat into poisoned fantasy and psychosis, mediated in terms of Hollywood and cinematic gaze. There are lot of films that deal with that (and several on my list), but in Lynch the rupture infects the entire gestalt of the film, the mental discontinuities manifested in narrative and continuity etc. In terms of horror chops Robert Blake's character is one of the more chilling characters ever preserved on celluloid, his creepiness hardly helped by real life events....
Fifteen Pointers
A Lizard in a Woman's Skin
A woman tormented by strange, drug-induced hallucinations finds her fantasies giving way to violent reality.
Mine #6. 1971 giallo by Lucio Fulci. He's better known for his gorefest zombie jobbies but I think this is his best. Usual sleazy giallo biz, filmed in London (great use of Alexandra Palace in one sequence), completely garish, bonkers and OTT. Nice little subtext of class and generational antagonisms.
Sixteen Pointers
Tenebre
Visiting Rome on a promotional tour for his new novel, writer Peter Neal (Anthony Franciosa) is pulled into a murder mystery as someone familiar with his work begins a series of killings. While the police look into the crimes, Neal investigates on his own, aided by his beautiful assistant, Anne (Daria Nicolodi), and a tenacious young local named Gianni (Christian Borromeo). As the murderer brutally dispatches of other victims, Neal gets closer to discovering the psychopath's identity.
Mine #5. 1982 giallo by Dario Argento (who is getting bollixed here by splitting his vote between half a dozen different films...). Arguably the last really good film the genre produced. It's got all the set pieces and the plot shenanigans you'd expect, but I keep coming back to it for the aesthetic. The giallo (and maybe even most horror films in general) tend towards the baroque or the gothic, the decrepit and grimy and cobwebbed, but this is all whitewashed post-war modernism. Shot mostly in the EUR district of Rome (a minor obsession of mine), and impersonal, antiseptic locations (airport lounges, hotel rooms and lobbies etc), w/ Italo-disco style soundtrack... could have been a breath of fresh air in the genre, but the party was already over...
Eighteen Pointers
Repulsion
In Roman Polanski's first English-language film, beautiful young manicurist Carole (Catherine Deneuve) suffers from androphobia (the pathological fear of interaction with men). When her sister and roommate, Helen (Yvonne Furneaux), leaves their London flat to go on an Italian holiday with her married boyfriend (Ian Hendry), Carole withdraws into her apartment. She begins to experience frightful hallucinations, her fear gradually mutating into madness.
Mine #3. 1965. Another portrait of a mental breakdown. Could combine what I said about Lost Highway and Peeping Tom really. The film hitches itself to its protagonist's POV and we follow her all the way down the rabbit hole. Not to the sort of self-subverting, text-busting degree of LH perhaps, but still it makes the quotidian seem strange and threatening, a paranoiac mise en scene of close ups, weird reflections, focal length distortions. A lot of it is kind of rote (or maybe it has become rote)... cracks in the pavement, odd framings, faces shot from unusual angles, look at this skinned rabbit... but what can I say, I love the lumpen poetry of cleverly redeployed cliche, so screw you Tarkovsky. Like Peeping Tom it couldn't really have been set/made any other time, either... a portrait of carnal dread against a backdrop of sexual liberation. Also, and this is probably over-sharing (not that more than 3 people will read it), but going and looking at some screen grabs to write this has prompted the connection that Catherine Deneuve in this REALLY reminds me of some wor lassy I've been making a fool of myself over, which cannot be a healthy thing for anyone involved.
Nineteen Pointers
Carrie
High school can be tough for many teenagers, but for Carrie White (Chloë Grace Moretz), it's especially hellish. A shy and awkward teen being raised by a religious zealot (Julianne Moore), Carrie is frequently the target of bullies. But Carrie has a secret talent: She can make things move with her mind. One fateful night, an especially cruel prank at her senior prom pushes her over the edge, and Carrie unleashes her telekinetic powers on all who get in her way.
Mine #16 (though I meant the original). Not my fave De Palma, but my fave that you can sensibly call a horror. With this and the previous it occurs to me that for all the virginal Final Girl archetypes and buxom babes getting stabbed up in the showers, maybe the horror genre isn't so bad for interesting portraits of female characters after all? This is a prime slice of BDP anyway, and great for it, but my fave sequence by far is the shot of Carrie arriving home covered in blood and walking upstairs thru the candle lit house, w/ the mournful church organ cue in the background. If there's anyone else in cinema history who could have shot that and make it seem sincere then I dunno who it is.