It's funny to think that this is the idea of "Hammer" films 'growing up'; that they decided to start going after an adult audience, when films about lesbian vampires is all I was trying to get my hands on as a kid. Then again, I think Hammer films are romance. I mean that in a very traditional way; they aren't romantic stories in fact they typify the differential between sex and religion, a just (and chaste) Jesus overcoming the forces of evil at the end. But the romance I talk of is the sets, the costumes, and that Ingrid Pitt can hold her laugh long enough to get her lines out, with thick 60's mod make up, in a Victorian era piece. She broods over unsuspecting young women to devour their souls. As they lay dying she'll show up for a brief second to tell the father of the victim that their daughter is dead.
Whoa, what piece of shit.
I could barely see anything on the LCD screen I was watching this turd on. Oh, by the way, while the title of this is "Movies I wouldn't pay to fucking see but did," I saw them but didn't pay for them, and if I paid to see this I would have been fucking livid with rage. Not just calling the movie a piece of shit, but I think I'd actually find whoever produced this film and hold them personally responsible and demand that I personally get to waste an hour and a half of their time for the hour and half that they stole from my life.
Okay, before I get into the rest of this review I think I need to address that this film is the “Standard” quality of film from Hammer Films. They do have their ups and downs, BUT the film as a whole (minus its star) is your basic Hammer film. If Hammer films are your thing --as they are mine, you'll definitely love this film; if you don't get them you might enjoy the film, but you'll at least be entertained by the amazing performance by Peter Cushing.
I have to say that what I experienced in watching this film is almost as important as the "magic" of how I saw the film. A friend of mine who shall remain nameless, to protect the innocent, works as a projectionist at a theatre and he invited me to come and watch this film "after hours".
One of the things that he was able to do because of this, was turn ALL of the lights off in theatre and sound way up... So I had the pleasure of seeing this film on the big screen, in an empty theatre, in pitch black...
"Gutterballs" is very complex in its base simplicity - nice little contradiction there. It's part 80's gore fest mixed with 70's rape exploitation films (let's NOT argue that "I Spit on Your Grave" is a feminist statement and let's see it for what it really is) and part over the top confused gore fest. All that being said this film has a very endearing charm that makes me love it and hate it all at the same time.
I think the best way to discuss "El Topo" is to first mention that you're not going to find much else out there like it. I can't really make a list of films out there like it … It's an art house western, and I don't mean like "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues"-kind of art house western. I mean waaaaaaaaay off the deep end of art house… and pretty brutal as a western as well.
In the beginning, God slices his stomach open slowly with a straight edged razor and then dies to give birth to Mother Earth. Her son (credited as “Son of the Earth - Flesh on the Bone”) is some type of bizarre naked freak that screams and writhes on the ground. This is the opening to "Begotten". I have to admit I was very lucky to get a hold of this film, being that it's my impression that the film is not available for distribution in America. Not for “graphic” content, but mostly likely because it's a black and white silent film made by Edmund E. Merhige who also directed "Shadow of the Vampire".