filmbruttesca in excellent vintage, 1987, director Joseph Merhi ("Mayhem," "Code Name: Alexia," and passing away of crap in crap) instead of devoting themselves to the family or at a very serious work, directing a film whose vision is able to destroy even the psyche of the "veterans" of filmbrutto users.
Plot:
A small family composed of father, mother, daughter and grandmother moves from town to town, with no apparent logical order, to address the need to avoid places where the mother (psychotic round) kills anyone who understood within range, with the support and the silence of the whole family.
When you step into the new house, which the director is careful let us know to be a restored church (note that the architecture is that of a villa any, so I do not understand why we have wanted to add this particular redundant and ridiculous, creating one of the many logical holes in the film), one daughter and parents born in a dialogue that spans for air immediately puts us face the fact that she is lonely because "no friends" because of the constant moving, and then the psicomamma decides to let his daughter a welcome in the home dog did pass the spot in front of the camera, the merry gang decides to baptize him as "bear", unanimously.
few chaotic scene to highlight the mental disturbance the mother (who refuses sex husband), daughter (grown nell'immaturità sexual activity because of the psycho-protective mother) and directed us propina such crap. First
murder comes in the house painter, his mother tries a collision worthy of the worst bar in Caracas, and he angrily responds with a phrase that sounds like: "I've had enough of the old whore that meeting because of this work." Manco was Califano ...
Rightly she pulls out a knife and sends him into a coma (oh yes, it fails to kill him despite the huge number of stabbings ...).
The father comes home and decides to bury the supposed corpse in the garden, without batting an eye, and she will reward the test fellatio with a blind loyalty, unfortunately, only hinted at. The worried father
now goes to a psychiatrist, and the fact hallucinatory phrases like, "I figured that in his study there were more plants!", Tries to convince the doctor to consider the case of the wife with rich expressions of pathos as "Doctor, help me, my wife has a thing for underwear."
But that same night ... the painter, still alive and in perfect shape, kills his father with a pickaxe, and only the quick reflexes of psicomamma closes the affair with a shooting.
From then on, the madness movie is exacerbated by the family weeps and buries his father and the painter (who finally died) without notifying any authority, and psicomamma takes the reins of the family.
The psychiatrist (driven by it's not clear what grounds) pretends to be a neighbor (the house is a secluded villa with huge garden, so it's not clear that the director gives meaning to the group of words "neighbor") and immediately became a family friend.
From here on, the plot loses its meaning, as the film becomes a mixdown of the most stupid sitcoms and a pathetic soap opera that can bore even the marathon of filmbrutto, and the only event worthy (worthy?) Of note are the love of his daughter for the classic cool of the high school (needless to say, opposed by psicomamma) and a beautiful appearances by a character that looks absurd that it seems the mythical Zlad that somehow reveals the identity of the psychologist as she and her mother are shopping in a supermarket.
The mother understands everything and decides to take him out ... The
knocks, the door in the basement, the ties around the waist with a bucket inside a hungry rats ("I picked up recently, does not eat for three weeks and "...), with a torch (?) Pushes the rodent to escape through the bowels of the unfortunate ... well ... great movie!
skipping patterns of weak story: the mother closes her daughter in her room, and leaves it there for days without food or water, and the wise Granny gets hero, grabbing a pick and turning to the back yard with tool in hand (no reason), it reaches the phone and tries to get in touch with the police ... but to lift the handset supports the pick and it is his view: die massacred between sprays of cherry grenadine.
I would not spoil the ending of this masterpiece of cinema, but I feel almost forced the boy of her daughter, an act of force comes into the house, the mother tries to lust but he refuses, she pulls him with a bucket of petrol and the threat of him throwing lit matches ... manages to stun the young mother with a straight face, free daughter who after days of total fasting in fullest form, the two lovers are able to struggle, reach the car, but the irreparable happens here: for a continuity error in the script, the mother in addition to being stunned at home, is also in the back seat of the car (if you wish to justify everything I could get to imagine that after being caught a chestnut in the face has only pretended to faint, and then take refuge in the car ... but what sense would it is best to think of a script error, it is more decent ...) and just the guy to the fore front seat the girl sitting in the back seat (?), there emerges from the mother with a lit match that ignites. The young
already washed down with gasoline, burned alive dies. During the inevitable burial in
home garden, his daughter, in a fit of madness or awareness or I did not understand anything from a shovel blow to the mother dies.
So the charge in the car and the two, and daughter-psicomamma corpse, leave the scene on the credits at the family driving the car. Comment technical
:
The only comment I would make technical, on all this misery, is as follows: the definition thriller-horror may be well understood in the perspective which the director, the murderess, is trying to kill boring the viewer, unsuspecting victim.
Over and over again, while watching, I was tempted by press "F. FWD" the reader, not to mention hunger chemical successor to the 30 minutes, caused by boredom, which forced me to swallow a latte with corn flakes around 5 pm, various snacks, Mikado, and various junk food inedible.
The total lack of policy and quality in the intertwining of the scenes makes the encephalogram of attention is maintained consistently flat except for some weak peaks are exclusively linked to some trash parentheses.
The inability of the actors, delirious dialogue, the plot worthy of a pathetic collection of "little thoughts" style "I hope that I manage," established him as absolutely ONE OF THE FILM MORE self-punishing as ever.
Judgement: The
half skulls FIN is an opinion too large, and motivated solely by the price of the original dvd and inexplicably reprinted in business since 2005, ie € 1.
0.5 / 5
Warning:
one final consideration of a medical nature: having seen the movie, me and my friend Demonia ball, we felt bad, and the malaise has lasted almost two days. We accused: changes in pressure, distorted perception of distance, altered perception of time, inability to concentrate and total weakness, in particular, Demonia ball was caught by a crisis of rice by a successor of tears.
See that there is no way to consider these symptoms to something other than the simple single vision of Epitaph.
not recommend the film so firmly to those who suffer from high blood pressure and circulation, and are recommended to avoid driving vehicles for a few hours after that vision.
Country: USA
Cast: Delores Nascar, Natasha Pavlovich, Flint Keller.
Genre: Horror-Thriller
Who Recommended For opium addicts, who do other things while watching movies.
If you enjoy watching as well: Mayhem, dust backlit for an hour and a half.
Availability: Always and forever is too high.
Review Quarkonio and Sara
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