In light of all the zombie talk after having watched the boring I Am Legend, Anthony told me he has a love of zombie films and that the original Dawn of the Dead is one of his faves. They later made some zombie films where the zombies had Mohawks and cans of spray paint but I don't know much about those.
I've not seen any of these films below, but I am planning to watch the 1978 film soon. I don't really have any interest in seeing the remake, and the parody looks kind of silly. I much enjoyed Night of the Living Dead, but probably my favorite "dead" movie would have to be Herk Harvey's Carnival of Souls. It's a film that gets labeled a "B" movie, but I think it is much more deserving than that label. I was not surprised to later learn that he was influenced by Bergman.
I always thought the creepiest film would have to involve the directing of Romero and Antonioni together. Bring in the walking dead with that imagery from L'Eclisse and you have a pretty scary film.
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8/4/09
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Carnival Of Souls
One of these days I have to review The Criterion Collection version of the 1962 horror film Carnival Of Souls. Made by industrial commercial film maker Herk Harvey, it plays like an extended episode of The Twilight Zone, and shows what good ideas and ingenuity can do to overcome a low budget. Its influence on George Romero, the Hammer films, and works by Dario Argento and Mario Bava, are obvious.
Here is the full film, 82 minutes. there are several cuts, ranging between 72 and almost 90 minutes:
And here is the trailer:
The best part has to be the libidinous neighbor of lovely Mary Henry. In the trailer you can see him peeping her through a keyhole. Cheesy, but deeper than far more pretentious films.
Here is the full film, 82 minutes. there are several cuts, ranging between 72 and almost 90 minutes:
And here is the trailer:
The best part has to be the libidinous neighbor of lovely Mary Henry. In the trailer you can see him peeping her through a keyhole. Cheesy, but deeper than far more pretentious films.
Labels:
black and white,
Carnival Of Souls,
Herk Harvey,
horror
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