Kiss Of The Tarantula (Or One Grave Is Plenty)

“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”

Supposedly Confucius said that. Not Jodi Picoult. Either way, probably good advice.

Thing is, it’s not so very much fun. Warnings against revenge generally aren’t. It’s also the problem I have with movies like Willard, Carrie, Massacre At Central High, or Fade To Black. On the surface each seems like the swift hand of justice. The rightful execution, as it were, of karma.

Don’t get me wrong. I love these movies, but they all live up to the “two graves” formula. It’s disappointing. Deep down, many of us delight in merciless punishment meted out upon the abusive, the entitled, the arrogant, the willfully stupid. Especially if that punishment involves a blade, a blunt instrument, or some more creative delivery mode.

Secretly, however, many of us also enjoy seeing the vengeful get away with it. For those of us here at Castle Blogferatu, maybe not so secretly. And that brings us to…


I don’t do it often, but I want to quote someone on this. Here’s Adrian J. Smith over at Horrorpedia (one of my new favorite sites).

Despite the fact that Eric Mason’s sleazy Uncle Walter detective character goes for some kind of world record for the number of times he can say ‘Susan’, this is a little more endearing than some of the other reviews here give it credit for, provided you are in the mood for its languid 70s rural ambiance.

The central premise owes a major debt to Willard and Carrie yet the understated sleazy incest elements and the funeral parlour setting add welcome touches of creepiness. Ultimately, the lack of outright horror lies with the slowness of spiders to attack their victims thus reducing the kill sequences to an arachnid’s pace.

Smith makes several observations worth discussing. First off, I agree with every word of the first paragraph. I couldn’t have said it any better, so I didn’t. I especially love “languid 70s rural ambiance.” As for the sleazy uncle, let’s just say his behavior could have apparently won him the 2016 election.

I’m also on board with the slowness of the spiders. One victim dies of fright when he’s cornered in an air shaft by a big ol’ heapin’ heppin’ of the fuzzy little suckers. This actually brings up two problems. One is personal. I kinda dig tarantulas which tends to interfere with my ability to be afraid of them.

The other problem is the obvious question, “Why not just crawl back the way you came in? Y’know, like, over them?” Oh sure, you might have to brush some of them aside, maybe squish a few along your way, but they’re tarantulas. Not lethal.

I asked Co-conspirator about this (her rule being critters are okay as long as they don’t have more than 4 legs or fewer than 2). She said she’d get out just fine. Okay, to be fair, if you’re arachnophobic, you’re in deep shit, but that was never mentioned in the script.

And here is where I part company, at least somewhat, with Horrorpedia. Of course there are revenge parallels to be drawn between Kiss Of The Tarantula, Willard, and Carrie. Like Willard, Susan (Suzanna Ling who went on to, well, nothing) uses critters that are already inherently creepy. Like Carrie, there’s the vengeance of a tormented teen.

On the other hand, the tarantulas themselves don’t directly kill anyone like Willard’s rats do. One victim has a heart attack. One dies of fright (with no further explanation). And, in one of the funniest die-offs this side of Tucker & Dale Vs. Evil, four hapless dopes literally kill themselves trying to escape from a Volkwagen Bug (yep, a Bug…oh the irony). Only director Chris Munger probably wasn’t going for yuks. Pity.

I’m not saying Kiss Of The Tarantula doesn’t owe something to these movies. I’m suggesting there’s another movie worth mentioning in connection with it. 1972’s Frogs. That’s what I said. Frogs.

Think about it. “Languid rural 70s ambiance” coupled with basically harmless creatures that don’t actually do any killing. Hell even the rabbits in Night Of The Lepus kill people, albeit in a “someone in a furry costume throwing fake blood on someone” kind of way. Nope, Frogs it is.

Finally, we come full circle to that “dig two graves” idea. Maybe revenge is a dish best served cold, but an impulsive 3AM run to Taco Bell has its place. Willard dies. Carrie dies. Susan, it gives away surprisingly little to reveal, totally gets away with it.

And it’s awesome!

And that’s what I love most about Kiss Of The Tarantula.

That, and what happens to Uncle Pervy. I won’t spoil the joy for you, but I’ll give you a hint.
One grave really is plenty.

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