A collection of informal movie reviews for the purpose of documenting my thoughts on the films that I watch.
Showing posts with label Mario Bava. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mario Bava. Show all posts
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Planet of the Vampires: Mario Bava
Mario Bava's Planet of the Vampires was the little B-movie that could. In spite of incredible budgetary limitations, he managed to create an atmospheric sci-fi horror film that manages to hold up despite its flaws. The film is a veritable textbook of frugal ingenuity: in-camera effects and forced perspective were extensively used; the meager number of set dressings were multiplied via mirrors and multiple exposures; mist drenched all of the exterior sets to hide the fact that they were, in fact, on a sound stage. Don't have enough to pay for monster costumes? Make your monsters invisible beings who can possess and reanimate corpses! Planet of the Vampires doesn't quite succeed in hiding the fact that it was very cheaply made. But in a strange way, its practical effects give it an endearing quality. The plot might chug along unsteadily and some of the more ambitious effects might fall apart, but I'd rather re-watch this film than any number of modern-day CGI-fests. Plus, the scene where the astronauts investigate a scuttled alien spaceship and find giant skeletons...well, let's just say that I can't blame Ridley Scott for stealing it for his 1979 film Alien.
6/10
Monday, November 18, 2013
Hatchet for the Honeymoon: Mario Bava
Mario Bava's Hatchet for the Honeymoon is a stylish thriller about a psychotic named John Harrington who murders recently married women in an attempt to recover his childhood memories surrounding the night his mother was killed. It's a seductively captivating film that is more Hitchcock than giallo. For even though we watch John kill several victims, the film is primarily concerned with his exploration of his own tattered psyche and his struggles with a nosy police inspector who is convinced he has something to do with a string of local disappearances. My favorite part of the film involves a sub-plot concerning his domineering wife. After psychologically torturing him for years, he snaps and brutally murders her. But John's wife returns as a ghost...that everyone but him can see. Here is an intriguing concept which puts a marvelous twist on a standard horror trope. Watching the film, one can't help but draw comparisons between John and Bret Easton Ellis' Patrick Bateman. This is particularly obvious during an opening scene where John internally monologues to himself: "My name is John Harrington. I'm 30 years old. I'm a paranoiac. Paranoiac. An enchanting word, so civilized, full of possibilities. The truth is, I am completely mad. The realization which annoys me at first, but is now amusing to me. Quite amusing." But Bateman was more a sociopath, in my opinion. John Harrington is irrevocably insane. And does Bava ever know it!
7/10
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Kill, Baby, Kill: Mario Bava
Mario Bava's Kill, Baby, Kill may be the director's supreme masterpiece. A film more concerned with imagery, pacing, and atmosphere than plot, Kill, Baby, Kill is a stylistic crystallization unrivaled in the annals of European horror. The film concerns an investigation of a string of murders in a small Carpathian village. Villagers have been found drained of blood with silver coins pierced through their hearts. As the investigators delve deeper into the mystery, it becomes clear that they are dealing with forces the likes of which their science cannot comprehend. Although the struggle between science and superstition is a central one, Bava leaves almost no room for ambiguity concerning the mystical origins of the murders. But to focus too much on the film's story is to miss the point. Bava's eternally inventive camera transforms country ruins into monasteries of the monstrous. Foggy graveyards become macabre tableaux haunted by unseen suspicions and sinister whispers. Here is a film both stoically restrained and wildly extravagant. Consider one scene in a graveyard where Bava's camera replicates the movements of a swing, swaying forward and backward, up and down, close-up and far away. The cliché of a ghostly little girl is used to such perfect effect here that it shames other films that contain them. Though the film may not contain scenes that make you cry out in fright, it operates on a deeper, subconscious level. Kill, Baby, Kill will infect your dreams and nourish your nightmares.
9/10
Friday, May 31, 2013
The Girl Who Knew Too Much: Mario Bava
When later asked about his film The Girl Who Knew Too Much, director Mario Bava responded that he did not regard it fondly. In addition to being “preposterous,” he mentioned that it left such an insignificant impression on him that he couldn’t even remember the actors who played the leads. “Perhaps it could have worked with James Stewart and Kim Novak,” he remarked. Yes, maybe if he had the same actors as Alfred Hitchcock’s Vertigo (1958) the film would have been more famous. But as it stands, The Girl Who Knew Too Much is seen by many critics as a technically accomplished but insignificant entry in Bava’s oeuvre. And, in many respects, the film’s lukewarm reception isn’t unwarranted. The story is clumsy, rife with inappropriate (and ineffective) comic relief, and greatly overshadowed by the cinematography. And yet, The Girl Who Knew Too Much may very well be one of the most important horror films in history. Why? Because it served as a bridge between the horror of Hitchcock and Hollywood and the future of Italian horror, a much beloved and often imitated genre known simply as the “giallo.”
Giallo, the Italian word for “yellow,” is a term used to describe a series of mystery novels published by Mondadori in the late 1920s which boasted bright yellow covers. As the series became more popular, other publishers mimicked Mondadori’s marketing techniques until the term giallo became synonymous with the mystery genre. The term continued to evolve when giallo stories were adapted for the cinema. And, indeed, The Girl Who Knew Too Much was the very first giallo: a film hybrid mixing the mystery, horror, and thriller genres. Bava would further define the giallo with Blood and Black Lace (1964), a film which introduced extremely graphic and stylized violence (almost always committed against beautiful women) and an iconic black disguise donned by the narrative’s main killer. However, Blood and Black Lace’s contributions to the genre were mostly visual. It was The Girl Who Knew Too Much that would establish the traditional giallo narrative structure.
Much as the film’s title would suggest, The Girl Who Knew Too Much was heavily influenced by the work of Alfred Hitchcock. It centers around a young American woman named Nora who travels to Rome in order to meet her aunt. However, almost immediately after she arrives she finds herself in the middle of a terrible murder plot. First, her aunt dies when she goes to see her. Next, she is mugged in the Piazza di Spagna. And finally, she witnesses a bearded man murder a young woman and drag her body away before she can alert the authorities. There are two very Hitchcock-esque traits to be found in these opening scenes. First, Nora is an innocent woman thrown into violent circumstances beyond her control. In Hitchcock’s films, this frequently manifested itself as the Wrongly Accused Hero plot archetype. Second, whenever Nora tries to tell people about what she saw, she is dismissed or ignored. Together, these create a perverse atmosphere of paranoia and dread; a sense that the world is cruelly and deliberately conspiring against the protagonist.
After the attack, Nora decides to independently pursue the truth surrounding that terrible murder. A devoted reader of mystery novels (we see her reading one on the plane to Italy) the likes of which inspired the film to begin with, she starts her own investigation. Along the way, she makes several allies: Dr. Marcello Bassi, the man who had been caring for Nora’s aunt, Laura Torrani, one of her aunt’s dear friends who lets her stay in her house, and an investigative reporter named Landini who had been investigating a series of murders attributed to the “Alphabet Killer,” a serial killer known for picking out victims with names in alphabetical order (“A” -- Gina Abbart, “B” -- Maria Beccati, “C” -- Emily Craven). However, it doesn’t take long for her snooping to catch the attention of unwanted parties. She receives an ominous phone call that says, “D is for death.” Nora’s last name? Davis.
Watching The Girl Who Knew Too Much, I was struck by how often Bava mimicked Hitchcock’s cinematographic techniques. The film’s black and white photography was obviously largely inspired by Hollywood film noir’s high-contrast, expressionist cinematography. But Bava seems to transform the camera itself into an omnipresent character. One shot in particular reminded me of the famous Sebastian mansion tracking shot in Notorious (1946): when Laura first invites Nora into her home, the camera tracks them as move through the rooms before breaking away from the two women and zooming in on the doors of Laura’s husband’s locked study. Then, via an unfortunate smash edit, it continues to zoom in until it focuses on a picture of Laura’s husband. While much of the rest of the film’s blocking, framing, and camera movements are highly subjective and reflect Nora’s state of mind, this shot is an enigma. There are literally no characters nearby who could be seeing what the audience is witnessing. This shot is from the camera’s point of view and exists for the benefit of the audience. In a stylistic flourish that Hitchcock frequently indulged in and practically perfected, the audience is transformed from fellow spectators into voyeurs.
And, essentially, voyeurism is at the heart of giallo. As the genre would evolve, it would become more and more indulgent with its use of colors, sets, and murder scenes. Red herrings, like some of the plot cul-de-sacs in The Girl Who Knew Too Much, would become a favored technique of giallo directors to keep its protagonists, and by extension the audience, misdirected and confused. Why were so many giallo victims women? Probably because, on a very primal and unspeakable level, killing a beautiful woman is like smashing a stained glass window with a rock. Both are destructive acts, but they are impossible to look away from. We take perverse pleasure in watching such corruption and annihilation. Where did this sense of voyeurism come from? Hitchcock. And in between Hitchcock and giallo is Mario Bava. Or, more specifically, The Girl Who Knew Too Much.
7/10
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Lisa and the Devil: Mario Bava
I didn't initially think I would enjoy Mario Bava's Lisa and the Devil. I much prefer his earlier, black-and-white work. But I decided to give Lisa and the Devil a try after all. Depending on which version of the film you watch, Lisa and the Devil is about one of two things. If you watch the horribly butchered US release, the film is a rip-off of The Exorcist (1973). But if you watch the original Italian version, the plot is completely different. Lisa Rainer is a tourist who gets lost in Toledo, Spain and takes refuge in a decrepit mansion owned by a blind Countess. Once there, she finds herself caught in a web of murder, necrophilia, and mysterious false identities. The film moves much slower than other Italian horror films of the era. Lisa drifts throughout the mansion in a kind of trance as she makes horrific discoveries. And yet, the film isn't very graphically violent. Even during scenes of great horror and gore, Bava maintains a rhythmic lilt that lulls the viewer into a stupor. I found myself strangely entranced by Lisa and the Devil. Most Italian horror films use style and atmosphere as a place-setting to underscore different acts of violence and debauchery. In Lisa and the Devil, the violence is almost secondary. I admire that. As I mentioned before, I didn't originally think that I would like this film. I'm glad that Bava proved me wrong.
7/10
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Black Sabbath: Mario Bava

Here's my problem with anthology films like Black Sabbath: they are a real pain to review. Do I review the movie as a cohesive whole? Do I review each story individually? I'm not sure. So all I can do is try to review its worth as a film-going experience. The American version of Black Sabbath (also known as the only version they had on Netflix) is comprised of three different stories that are connected with tongue-and-cheek scenes starring Boris Karloff. The first, The Telephone, tells of a Parisian call-girl who falls prey to a sinister and malevolent ghost. Then, The Drop of Water examines a case where a simple act stealing a ring from a corpse leads to ghastly consequences. The film ends with The Wurdalak, basically a vampire tale set in 19th century Russia. Are the segments scary? Well...because of edits made as part of the American version, The Telephone isn't very scary because it makes absolutely no sense. The other two stories have their moments of genuine terror. Is it a good horror film? I'm not sure. The stories are mostly good, but do they belong together? Why these three stories? Perhaps I'm thinking too hard. After all, any film with Boris Karloff as a vampire can't be all bad.
6/10
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Twitch of the Death Nerve: Mario Bava

I'm actually a little disappointed that Mario Bava's Twitch of the Death Nerve is a horror film. You could have taken the exact same script and turned it into a legendary black comedy along the lines of Kind Hearts and Coronets. The film follows a group of people who struggle for ownership of a lavish bayside mansion after its owner dies (read: is murdered). With the owner out of the way, forgotten relatives and businessmen come out of the woodwork to try and get their hands on the valuable estate. How do they decide who gets the property? Why, through murder, of course! Each person conspires to murder the others in this gory giallo. It's a race against time to see who is the last man, or woman, standing. Oh, and there is an obligatory group of rowdy college students who stumble across the property and are dispatched in the most gruesome manner imaginable. What purpose do they serve to the plot? Absolutely nothing. Like I said, I'm disappointed that this is a horror film. By taking itself seriously, it dooms itself to tired mediocrity. This film needs a remake. I'd suggest the Coen Brothers.
5/10
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Black Sunday: Mario Bava
Before he made multicolored masterpieces of giallo glory, Mario Bava directed Black Sunday, a controversial and graphic horror film that shocked audiences across Europe and America. At it center is the story of Asa Vajda, a Moldavian witch or noble blood who was executed in 1630. As she died, she cursed her inquisitor, who happened to be her own brother, swearing to return from the grave and kill his descendants. Flash forward 200 years in the future, and she has been restored from the grave after an accident which destroyed her coffin and the charms put in place to keep her trapped. She tries to destroy her brother's family, including Katia, a young woman who is her spitting image (indeed, they were played by the same actress). Of course, a priest, Katia's suitor, and a village full of pitchfork and torch wielding serfs have something to say about that. Black Sunday was notoriously dark and violent for its era, particularly its famous opening sequence where Asa is burned after having a "mask of Satan" nailed to her face. This film would go on to inspire many directors, including Francis Ford Coppola. Bava would go on to direct other, gorier, and ultimately better, films. But Black Sunday's superb artistry and storytelling have solidified its place as a horror classic.
7/10
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Blood and Black Lace: Mario Bava
When watching Mario Bava's seminal Blood and Black Lace, all I could really do was marvel at the colors. No matter how many giallos I watch, I don't think that I will ever be able to stop babbling at their exquisite use of striking colors and sets. Very little is subtle about giallos; they used overly gory deaths and beautiful women to keep the audience interested until the final credits. Blood and Black Lace was one of the most important giallos and would go on to help inspire the slasher genre. But I was amazed at how mediocre I thought it was. The story was just a vehicle for shoving as many deaths on screen as possible: a killer stalks the members of a fashion house looking for a diary that contains all of their dirty secrets. The film comes right out and tells you who the villain is about 2/3 of the way in. There is little sense of the mystery and suspense that dominated other giallos like Suspiria and The Bird with the Crystal Plumage. Still, the film is an important part of cinema history and it features some of the most hypnotically beautiful visuals that I have encountered in a long time. There are better, more important giallos out there, but at some point, every fan of the genre should see this one.
6/10
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