Topic: Night of the Hunted
Or, how a cheapo eurotrash two pack from Amazon changed my mind about horror. After siting through Salvation/Redemption Films' bodacious bombshell, lezdom, softcore sleaze and Satanic Reichsploitation introduction (and thinking to myself, Holy night, is this the actual movie? I really DID waste my money), I was overjoyed to discover two fright classics from misunderstood genius Jean Rollin, Night of the Hunted and Living Dead Girl. The third flick in the pack, The Reincarnation of Isabel (directed by Renato Polselli), while chockablock with candy colored camp cinematography, didn't really float my boat.
But yeah, those Rollin numbers. I had no idea horror could be so dark and gentle and romantic at the same time, and shapeshift from softcore gore to hard in such seamless, fluid transitions. These movies are big time downers, and I got the feeling like, I don't know if I'm supposed to fall in love or feel like shit about it. My beloved genre was being elevated to the level of high art by a director who had been dismissed in his prime by an unenlightened mainstream. The masses were decidedly unappreciative of doomed lesbian romances that somehow survive the supposed finality of the grave, and massive government coverups that allow two starstruck lovers to hold hands in limbo forever. Even decades later the world is not ready for that kind of delicate depression.
On an ecological note, each film's so called monster is a result of environmental pollution, but since each "monster" is a misunderstood antihero who discovers true love after their toxic contamination, Rollin's message was kind of confusing until I realized that the tragic outcomes of the stories should be enough to deter such romantic and environmentally unsound notions in the mind of the viewer. I strongly recommend both Night of the Hunted and Living Dead Girl.
Last edited by PostGhost (2013-04-01 19:48:50)