I mostly like David Lynch. And David Lynch. And Clive Barker.
If the girl in the red mackintosh from Don’t Look Now swapped it for yellow, and was let loose in a church.
The 70s obsession with the Catholic Church as a site of horror plays out in this slightly unpleasant but grimly effective psychological slasher.
There are some strong performances, Alice particularly good in the lead role.
It feels like an American response to giallo at times.
So much shouting though. And it’s about half an hour too long.
The love child of Phantom of the Paradise and Hausu, in the parlance of film review cliches. The soundtrack is amazing, with lots of memorable songs and brilliant set pieces. The last song, with beautiful doll-like choreography, is a highlight of many. I want the record.
An Amicus portmanteau of patchy quality but enjoyable nonetheless, with a lot of laughs garnered perhaps not all intentional.
Highlights for me included the tarot trope in the carriage, the killer vine (I love a plant story), and a young Donald Sutherland, although that particular storyline was dubious at best and probably the most unpleasant in terms of gendered violence.
My favourite has to be Christopher Lee as snotty art critic Franklyn Marsh vs a disembodied hand. That was a lot of fun.