

There are few intertitles, you only get some expository info-dumps in (lengthy) close-ups on letters, and much of the film is folks walking, partying, holding hands, crying near the bedside of infirm loved ones, looking out windows and appearing nonplussed, etc etc etc. The actual plot is rather straightforward and probably could have been related in 25 minutes instead of 100; it's also the same old tiresome early 20th century Nobility of Female Suffering crap. Okay, I'm making ELDORADO sound like a Bad film.
Quote from: zombie no.one on June 28, 2026, 01:02:07 PMQuote from: Dr. Whom on June 28, 2026, 02:53:17 AMBloodbath at the House of Death (1984)
I didn't expect much of this and got even less. It is a slapstick parody of Hammer horror type movies, but it is painfully unfunny and unoriginal. I may have chuckled two or three times in the whole movie. Main character is Kenny Everett, who I never really liked, seconded by Pamela Stephenson of Not The Nine O'Clock News fame and Vincent Price. Both of these are completely let down by the lame script and predictable jokes. Pamela Stephenson does briefly get her clothes ripped off by a poltergeist
According to IMBD, this actually got an award at our very own BIFFF in 1984, tied with Videodrome. I can only imagine how drunk the jury must have been.
even being a major 80s slasher / horror nerd I have never had any desire to see this one... also never found K.E. funny but he is slightly before my time
Quote from: M.10rda on June 28, 2026, 11:07:41 AMJEANNE D'ARC [JOAN OF ARC] (1900):
We see major tableau from the life of Joan in wide-shot for about 45 seconds each on average. If you know the Joan mythos then you know what's goin' on but sans dialogue or close-ups you lose a lot of the drama of later renditions. Also there's one scene (the Siege of Orleans, I think) that commits one of my pet-peeve film-crimes - staging an epic battle w/ about 10 dudes, including a few who have to be recycled on the opposing side. However, the homemade quality of the sets is oddly charming (instead of off-putting) and the static staging of each tableau likewise predicts the self-conscious pageantry of Peter Greenaway or Roy Andersson (or Wes Anderson for that matter). That's kinda' cool.
