One of the more notable features of Italian horror films in recent years is just how unpleasant they have become. Not just in terms of the production values, which are often, how to put it… raw. But also in their subject matter: there seems to be a concerted focus on extreme violence and, more particularly, extreme sexual violence
It’s been a couple of years now since I published In the Name of the Law, my book about Italian crime films prior to the poliziotteschi trend, but here’s a little bit of content I wrote for it which never made it into the final cut… my top ten Italian crime films made between 1945 and 1969.
This was the first in a number of collaborations between George Hilton and director Giuliano Carnimeo (if one excludes the uncertain input that Carnimeo had in I due figli di Ringo, that is). An exemplary example of the wheels-within-wheels school of scriptwriting…
There’s been a bit of a resurgence in British werewolf movies recently. Over the past year or two we’ve had the likes of Howl and Blood Moon, both of which were reasonably effective, and Silverhide, which quite frankly is not.
There’s more than a hint of Pupi Avati about La casa nel vento dei morti, the 2012 release directed by Francesco Campanini. It’s not just the title, with it’s deliberate echoes of La casa dalle finestre che ridono…
Here’s a neat little film that encapsulates just about everything that’s good about the Spaghetti Western. There’s a twisty, no-nonsense script (by the reliable Fernando Di Leo and Augusto Caminito, who also collaborated on the twisty, no-nonsense Poker With Pistols)
OK boys and girls, time for another found footage horror movie. Hey ho, whoop di do and hip hip hoo-sodding-ray, just what the world needs, another found footage horror movie.