The older he gets, the more it feels like he gave up trying long ago. If this slate of films is considered art of any kind, then I don’t know crap about film. I only know these films qualify as crap.
Absent the reputation this film has acquired, there is little reason for one to watch this film. I may stumble into Bad Lieutenant someday and think, perhaps I misunderstood all along. I won’t hold my breath while I wait to find out.
By the time we get to the last act, we are tired of the couple and find sympathy for anything that crosses their path, especially their dog
This is a film for no one. Save your time by staring at the wall. It will feel less awkward than 95% of the dialogue of this film.
Rosemary’s Baby and The Exorcist naturally lead to stuff like this crawling around in the sewer of entertainment. Having Warner produce just brings a nicer sheen to the turd.
Take it as a warning. This film robs of the senses you should have and replaces them with garbage.
This film is painful, even if the idea could have been a decent film in the hands of someone with any skill writing, directing or even editing.
Of the three James’ inspired works, The Haunting of Bly Manor is the one that is truly inspired, even if it’s not as scary as we’d hope.
One can understand why Criterion would show these films during the month of October. They do at least have historical value as a representation of how the X-Rating pushed mainstream films to a new level of what it conceived as eroticism. Still the time period represents a low period of cinematic achievement, even if its darkness gave way to the dawn of a wonderful new world of film.
If there is good Hammer horror, I haven’t seen it yet.
This movie knows it’s trash. It’s still trash. Except for Crawford, on both counts.
…it’s remarkable how far a medieval ballad can reach through time, even if what comes out on the other side holds little resemblance to the significance of the tale.
For me, I will stick with Running Man. It’s dumb too. Just not as preachy. And I will hold out for filmmakers who are actually bold, and not just gross and silly.
This is what happens when one takes B-Level material by a good writer with a director who is kind of through with the hassle of being a director.
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This movie shouldn’t really be watched, unless you just want to help pay some royalties to people you like.