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This crude, paste-up hodgepodge has its charms: the glaring vampire and skull faces, the positions of the masked wrestlers looking toward those faces, the repetition of the flying bat between them, and the skeleton holding onto a cross and rosary. Hammer Horror used Eastman Color for its vivid reds, so while I've not seen this movie, I wonder if the production team here was thinking the same thing?
Ritos Malditos (Macumba Love) presents a striking illustration of terror and danger. The use of the inset scenes, done in cartoon format, indicate the artwork is taken from the American poster art. However, the American posters differ in their use of a skull face for the voodoo woman, instead of this alluring face of evil seen here (see American poster below). Here's the movie pressbook.
La Invasion De Los Muertos screams 1970s by the look of this lobby card. Zovek looks like he's channeling Billy Jack. Here's the lowdown from The Zombie Movie Encyclopedia by Peter Dendle:
There's no real explanation for the unhappy catastrophe afflicting the Mexican countryside--just a lot of talk of the mysteries of the cosmos and shots of a starry sky. Whatever's to blame, the dead return from their moldy coffins with blank stares and a thirst for murder. Congregating in large groups, they choke and maul their victims and then tip over the furniture for good measure...Most interestingly, these zombies have an unprecedented fetish for vehicles: they hover around a bulldozer, and make off with any car or truck the keys have been left in.
Another Mexican lobby card for an American movie, The Watcher in the Woods, that uses the American poster art directly. Effectively atmospheric movie, by the way, that starts out as horror but switches gears to science fantasy. I recommend you see it.
This photo op theater standee entices you to journey down the yellow brick road to see Oz the Great and Powerful. It makes thematic sense, but just doesn't "feel" exciting. Maybe a few more flying monkeys would have helped. (Note: now having seen the movie, it wasn't very exciting, either.)
No, this giant isn't reaching for a napkin; he's out to grab you for Jack the Giant Slayer in this imaginative photo op standee. Hopefully the movie will prove as effective.
This fascinating original photograph of Boris Karloff being prepared as the Mummy was offered on eBay by David J. Skal from his collection. Bidding reached hundreds of dollars. I don't think Mr. Karloff is enjoying the process, do you?
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Zombos Says: Good
The gifted Wylde Family runs a bookstore in Portland, Oregon, a soggy place most of the time, both inside the bookstore (I'll get to that) and outside the town. The mayor wants the rain festival to be very wet, which complicates matters as zombies invade the flooded town (I'll get to that also). I won't get to why the mayor and the town celebrates rain, but you'll be able to figure that one out on your own.
Joseph Wylde is legally blind, but he still see's more than most other people, and his wife Kate has the uncanny ninja ability to make herself unseen. Author Robert DeBorde doesn't explain these abilities much, but they come in handy when Portland's mayor comes calling with an odd matter or mystery for them to work on, knowing they are a unique pair of sleuths who can handle the unusual. They're like a Wild West version of John Steed and Emma Peel in The Avengers television series, without their eccentricities.
While the mayor is preparing for the rain festival he asks the Wyldes to investigate the mysterious storm totem statue he's acquired, hoping it will unleash a steady flow of droplets for the festivities and make him look like a demi-god as he calls forth the rain with it. He does, it does, and he ends up looking less a demi-god and more a horse's behind, but the torrential result provides the rapid climax to Portlandtown: A Tale of the Oregon Wyldes. Unfortunately for the Wyldes, early experiments with the storm totem while in the bookstore prove successful.
Kick and Maddie, the Wylde kids, are Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew-ish spunky, and lend a hand as needed when not helping to run the bookstore. Their family business becomes very lively when the walking dead come to town. The zombies are courtesy of one formerly dead gunman who comes back to settle an old score and rack up a few new ones. He's the Hanged Man, and aside from the spellbook he uses to come back to life, he also brandishes a handgun that doesn't need to be reloaded and doesn't miss its target. The gun's handle is also colored red--some say it was stained red from the blood of its victims. Kick and Maddie wind up playing bobbing apples to the zombies dunking for them in the flooded streets of Portland, providing much of the energy of the novel's showdown between the marshall who put him six feet under, and the Wylde family member who helped (and barely survived the ordeal).
The marshall is Jim Kleberg, Kate's dad, and his memory of past events, and how he wound up keeping the deadly handgun, come to light slowly, through flashbacks and remembrances. As he remembers piecemeal, more graves are dug up, more dead rise, and various characters who aren't overly fleshed out in this first entry in the series come into play.
The spellbook belongs to Andre in San Francisco, who, with his mysterious female assistant, fight supernatural monsters like the Hanged Man. Not lost on Andre is his culpability in creating such a monster, so guilt drives him as much as his duty. The sorceror's cookbook appears to contain enough promising evil spells for future novels, so let's see what DeBorde can cook up using it. How Andre and the Wyldes mesh is not fully explained here, leaving much room for backstory in a subsequent novel.
A rousing shootout at a traveling carnival sideshow when the Hanged Man reanimates, after reluctantly being sold to the proprietor as an attraction, perks up the middle of the story, and the Hanged Man's unsavory ability to raise the dead as he passes near them creates a modicum of suspense. I'd expect townsfolk would be more alarmed and more confused when their relatives come back to bite them, but DeBorde keeps it low-key and never capitalizes on the gruesome or kinetic potentials of having so many feisty undead lumbering around.
Keeping his words between young adult in tone and historically informed but not preponderantly so, DeBorde doesn't pile up events or action quickly, and his fairly straight trail of characters' bad decisions (like digging up the Hanged Man in the first place) and wicked intentions (what the Hanged Man does directly and indirectly because he's so darn bad), is easy enough to follow. His paragraphs and interludes can be bland at times, or quaint--take your pick, but DeBorde provides clean starting and ending points with some keystones left unturned in-between.
Writers with a hankering for continuing series tend to do that. The only advice (or hope) I'll mention is that the second novel in the series, should it come to that, better switch from sarsaparilla to whiskey. Reanimating Readers will need something stronger to mosey down this trail again.
I don't believe Lon Chaney's Phantom of the Opera appears in The Human Duplicators, but this card makes effective use of his horrific face. Richard Kiel (Jaws) also stands out as the monstrous villain holding one victim's head while dangling another barely dressed victim from his massive arm. Surprisingly, this illustration is taken directly from the American poster, and is not a figment of some underpaid, but highly creative, Mexican artist's mind (just an American one).
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Zombos Says: Very Good
Major spoiler here, sorry, but John (Rob Mayes) doesn't die at the end of John Dies at the End. He actually shuffles off his mortal coil somewhere in the middle. But being under the influence of the mystical "soy sauce" does have its perks: he can make phone calls from the afterlife, no cell carrier needed, and he can see forwards and backwards and slantways in time, which can be a head trip in itself for a guy who's already a few Froot Loops short of a full bowl. For the rest of us, better pay attention because linear is not a working adjective here.
Also out of step is his partner in supernatural investigations and fumigations, Dave (Chase Williamson), but Dave's more practical. He changed his last name to Wong so he'd be harder to find. Until the soy sauce chooses him. The drug either likes you or kills you, and that's on a good day, but it seems to have a grand-scheme-plan in mind for John and Dave. With all the time-tripping, reality-tripping, and dimension-tripping going on, they have their hands full and need all the soy sauce and dumb luck available to stay alive, even if they're dead now and then. A garden shed full of weapons and other useful artifacts in their fight against the weird incursions into their small Illinois town provides additional help. So does the ability to see things out the corners of their eyes, like big long-legged bugs clinging to ceilings, when nobody else can.
Think Stoner movie like Altered States, but instead of isolation tanks or cannabis smoke, the highs come from soy sauce, a mind-expanding, reality-trashing, hypodermic-delivered drug that's a little X-Files black goo, a little Prometheus's black goo, and icky black goo in general, but with more short hairs and a meaner attitude spiking it. It can even morph into flies to make you say ahh and take your required dosage when needed.
Don Coscarelli directs this wild trip of a movie by capturing the wild trip of the novel's events and temperament, visually and semantically, although obfuscation by everyone involved is the norm for both novel and movie. Lots of quirky visual effects like flacid doorknobs you'd go blind touching, a smart one-eyed monster with a lot of tentacles and world-domination on its mind, flesh eating gnats with human hosts on their hive-collective mind, and an absurdity-breaching, brilliantly executed, animated cartoon gorefest, showing what happens when giant spiders meet unlucky people, stretches this budget's limitations to the max.
Loony tuned? Yes. But Coscarelli knows how to mix practical and computer effects for that cult movie affect with whatever small budget he's given and still emote effectively through all the zaniness. One wonders what other mysteries, left unexplored, might have dazzled us with him given a little more production pocket change. Yet more money gets siphoned into empty tanks like Texas Chainsaw 3D, while creative edge-pushers like Coscarelli get bubkiss.
Talk about absurdity.
Where the goo comes from is a mystery, but Robert Marley (Tai Bennett), the Jamaican with the drugs, taps into it with bad results. Once people start tripping with it, doors to other dimensions open up and things that were waiting for the opportunity can now step over the threshold. This is the premise of both novels, John Dies at the End and This Book is Full of Spiders. Thwarting the monstrosities plotting our demise is not only John and Dave, but super psychic and gadfly to the other-worldly menace, Dr. Marconi (Clancy Brown). He can destroy freezer meat monsters with a phone call, and he handles Russian weapons of mass destruction, needed in a timely fashion, with ease. Dave's one-handed girlfriend Amy (Fabianne Therese) also plays a key role by using her missing hand.
Everything's told in flashbacks as Dave meets up with Arnie (Paul Giamatti), a corduroy suited reporter looking for an interesting story, in a chinese restaurant that's empty except for the limping waitress and one other patron. Arnie doesn't buy what Dave's selling until he learns how to look out the corner of his eye.
Alien nastiness, alternate Eyes Wide Shut worlds, a truck driving dog, an attacking mustache, and the inimitable Paul Giamatti make for a fun time in this cult movie. If Coscarelli doesn't get more money or the go ahead to do the next novel in the series, This Book is Full of Spiders, I'm going to be very disappointed. Horror movie romps like this are too few and too far between.
