February, time to celebrate Women in Horror Month here at Castle Blogferatu!
This post is also part of the O Canada Blogathon!
I have to confess, the link between The Mask and WiHM is more personal than obvious. First this review is also, as you can see, part of the O Canada Blogathon. The hosts, Ruth at Silver Screenings and Kristina at Speakeasy, both write movie blogs that I’ve been following for over a year now. While not strictly genre related, horror is still pretty well represented on both sites.
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January 19. Poe’s birthday. What better day to start a horror blog? And that’s what I did, one year ago today. Tempus fugit and all that.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do to mark this “auspicious” occasion and toyed with such ideas as some kind of Top Ten or Best/Worst List or recap of my favorite posts from the first year.
None of those seemed representative enough of the Blogferatu vibe. Whatever the hell that is. Continue Reading
This post is part of the Dual Roles Blogathon
hosted by Christina Wehner and Ruth of Silver Screenings.
Before The Skin I Live In, Sleepaway Camp, or Dressed To Kill, there was William Castle’s Homicidal. If you’ve never seen it, you should probably stop reading. There’s no way for me to talk about this movie without giving away the ending. There. You’ve been warned.
That said, let’s get the reveal right out of the way. Jean Arless (the one-time stage name of Joan Marshall) plays Emily, a live-in caretaker for a woman named Helga. Castle apparently preferred the name Jean because it was more gender neutral. Arless, you see, also plays Emily’s, uh, “husband,” Warren.
Arless is compelling in both roles. It’s claimed that Warren’s lines were dubbed as Arless supposedly had the ability to alter her voice making it much deeper.
The eeriness of her appearance is amped up nicely by makeup that achieves an Uncanny Valley effect regardless of gender. It only gets weirder from there with a plot that is deliciously convoluted and, off the screen, a bit silly.
This post is part of the O Canada Blogathon hosted by Ruth of Silver Screenings and Kristina of Speakeasy.
Remote lake. Relaxation. Nature’s quiet beauty. Turmoil and death at the hands of an unseen killer.
No. 1977. Rituals. An unfairly panned but hardly forgotten bit of Canadian survival horror.
Why the lackluster reception?
One problem was Rituals being called the Canadian version and a blatant ripoff of Deliverance.
Made in 1976, Rituals (original title, far better than The Creeper) wasn’t released until 1977, 78, 79, or 81 depending whom you ask. That’s at least five years after Deliverance. By then, the slew of bad retreads could, at first blush, make Rituals seem Boormanish.