Monday, 17 January 2011

Moscow giallo: STEREOBLOOD (2002)



Plot in one sentence: a female scientist's husband mysteriously disappears while a spate of

murders of beautiful young women rocks the Russian capital.


Giallo films aren't exactly renowned for being particularly deep or meaningful.

STEREOBLOOD, a modern Russian throwback to that 70's genre feels shallow and anaemic

despite the non-stop barrage of dazzling imagery.

Former director of music videos Roman Prygunov has no concern for strong narrative and is busy

practising his flashy editing tricks.

On the plus side STEREOBLOOD has great cinematography and a haunting central performance

by Ingeborga Dapkunaite, but these aspects do not redeem the film's many weaknesses.



Murders are nothing special.

The killer may be decked out in classic giallo fashion, but his nasty deeds are captured without

much panache, as if in a TV movie.

STEREOBLOOD is pretty but not for one second thrilling.

There's simply not much happening in the film.

We see our supposed protagonist do her household chores, have her nails done, or kill time

photographing oranges in close-up. Murders stay somewhere on the sidelines.

We see them reported on TV but not once is there any shade of threat to the hero's safety.

Lack of any tension or even basic cause-effect connection really hurts the script.



There are several exciting, inspired sequences in STEREOBLOOD but none of them are crucial to the plot.

What transpires from all this is that director Prygunov probably watched a few gialli but hadn't quite

figured out the recipe of making one himself.

He's much more at home showing isolation and boredom

of Metropolitan existence.

If you don't mind a movie being an empty (but pretty) package, give STEREOBLOOD a spin.

Thursday, 6 January 2011

Lamberto Bava's IL MAESTRO DEL TERRORE is a balls-up


Golf balls vanish while loos mysteriously overflow with blood in this barmy TV film.
What we have here is another movie-within-a-movie premise which was so popular in the late 80's/early 90's - MASSACRE, A CAT IN THE BRAIN also came around the same time.
Thomas Arana (Soavi's LA CHIESA, DERAILED with Van Damme) is Vincent Omen(sic), a cocky Italian horror film director. He owns a posh villa, has an icy beauty of a wife and a silly daughter. Vincent is also a keen golf player. More on the subject of balls later...

IL MAESTRO DEL TERRORE begins with Omen directing a scene which looks a lot like a scene from some typical Lamberto Bava made-for-TV movie. Vincent is unhappy with the way the episode turns out, he ridicules the make-up effects and than fires his old-time collaborator and screenwriter, played by David "Stagefright" Brandon (I love this guy). Later that night Brandon shows up at Vincent's secluded mansion (accompanied by some failed actor who looks like Claudio Simonetti) and begins to terrorize Vincent and his family.

David Brandon as Paul Hilary,
a scorned screenwriter out for revenge.

Arana's daughter freaking out at
the sight of some gooey Stivaletti SFX.
Dardano Sacchetti devised a script full of twists, each successive one undermining and contradicting previous events. Thus, all credibility is quickly lost but some entertainment value comes from the sheer ridiculousness of the whole thing. It's like having that old "it was all a dream" ending every five minutes.

No, the girl isn't vomiting - the toilet is!
Time to call Joe the Plumber...


No,- daddy gets there first!

Questionable fashions, dodgy acting and plentiful film references are abound in IL MAESTRO DEL TERRORE. Names of Henri-Georges Clouzot and Stephen King are dropped.
Lamberto also includes self-references. In Arana's house there's a room where props from his horror films are displayed. There one can spot the puppet monster 'Menelik' from DEMONS 2 and also the puppet dog used for transformation effect from that film. Even Vincent's daughter's dog is called Demon(or maybe Daemon)!


But the most obvious visual reference would have to be balls - a family trademark.
Remember that rolling apple from Mario Bava's BARON BLOOD, ghost with a bouncing ball from KILL, BABY KILL!, beads from a torn necklace showering down the floor in Lamberto's debut MACABRE and the freaky, tennis ball-obsessed culprit of A BLADE IN THE DARK? Well, IL MAESTRO DEL TERRORE fits into that pattern nicely with its repeated imagery of golf balls!
It's pretty unsubtle this time, especially towards the finale, which has to be seen to be believed.


No fucking comment.
If Italian Horror was a city, IL MAESTRO DEL TERRORE would be situated right on the outskirts. It's not essential stuff by any means.
Still, those already too familiar with 'via Fulci' and 'piazza Argento' might venture to seek this one out. Even just to see a dummy vomiting golf balls... or to watch Thomas Arana put his hand down a toilet bowl!


Gotta love those endings on a freeze-frame!
Hmm,'Dialogue o'coach' - that's a fun job, I bet.

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