Hey, bud... sheltering in place? Living in the isolation, talking only by phones and Google Hangouts. But mostly.... mostly... watching movies online? Got Amazon Prime? Why not g'head and dig these three gonzo drive-in greats, from Mexico, Italy, and godforsaken Utah.
THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE
"El Triangulo Diaboloico de las Bermudas"
(1978) Dir. Rene Cardona
*** / Amazon Image - B+
Everything cool about the 70s waits for us in the depths of this Mexican-Italian co-production from the semi-great Rene Cardona. Made at the height of the craze for all things Bermuda Triangle, we get a recreation (via stock footage) of the infamous five vanished torpedo bombers out of Fort Lauderdale, counterbalanced by a litany of 70s-style terrors aboard a medium-sized vintage yacht, carrying deep Atlantis-seeker John Huston, and his extended family along for a five week cruise. There's a killer vintage doll eviscerating a swarm of attack parrots with her teeth, weird radio signals (lifted from Forbidden Planet), mysterious accidents, ghost ships, and lots of old sea monster... etchings... floating face down in the waves. Ever-bearded Hugo Stiglitz is the captain. Claudine Thunderball Auger, is the bitter wife of drunken doctor (Carlos East) who murdered a child on the operating room. Huston's older daughter (Gloria Guidais) is a four-alarm babe. The doll tells the kid the order in which everyone on the boat will die, and drinks the blood of the ship's cook, whose jagged death is blamed on falling ketchup bottles. Meta shit like that and the sea monster etchings leave us much to ponder! The captain yells at the engine room guy when he blames it on the doll. The captain's answer to every question about what's going on is "I don't know, Alan... I don't know."
Part of a cornucopia of late-70s films--including recently-reviewed and loved by this site, Bermuda Depths (also 1978), triggered by the immensely popular Leonard Nimoy-hosted TV show In Search Of...,(which covered the Triangle a year prior), and with a memorable albeit familiar Stevio Cipriani mishmash synth score, this Triangle is a never dull uniquely-70s mix of spooky folklore, bitchy histrionics, a few terribly gloomy self-defeating drunken rambles, a former Bond girl hiding in a terrible orange and tie-dyed caftan and dour expression, creative boat-related deaths, a young spooky blonde girl with eerie premonitions, her ghostly devil vampire doll, a parrot attack, and strange-but-true events (there really was a Black Whale III that disappeared in the Triangle! Cue the theremin and howling ocean winds).
The film is clearly shot aboard an actual boat (we never see a speck of land (aside from the Fort Lauderdale air traffic control flashback), which adds to the film's eerie unease) and there are some nice underwater sequences amidst the tumbling Atlantean ruins (though could have done without all the harpooning of sharks and their actual dying close-ups). The whole thing never quite gels but--in a way that's not dissimilar to other 70s catch-all horror affairs, like The Visitor-- it triumphs in the end through giving us a vivid sense of who and where and why aboard the Black Whale III, and in sheer abundance of weird happenings: hurricanes, fog, mysterious crashing of Atlantis (which destroys Gloria Guidais' gorgeous legs, prompting the cowardly alcoholic doctor into a professional crisis), the cook is locked in a freezer by the young daughter (and later killed by her vampiric devil doll), and the hottie eldest daughter; the sea changing colors, Mr. Marvin falling overboard; and a mysterious magnetic force that almost capsizes the boat while they try to answer the SOS from a ship lost at sea for over a decade (a lengthy nighttime sequence full of odd boat tilting and magnetic disturbance). What else do you need? The doll's close-ups are occasionally those of a Linda Blair-alike stand-in (Nailea Norvind). If not for the shark killing I'd watch it every day. There's even a point when the Captain says "I don't know, Alan," without repeating "I don't know" after a pregnant pause. But then he does say "I don't... know" again and all is right with the world.
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At night, around the copious cocktails, Julie hears tales of her beloved boss's odious blackmailing, rapey ways--including his outing of the trans Corrine (played by Peter Kranz). A young Sybl Danning sunbathes. The music by Roberto Nicolosi is a kind of trumpet-driven "Silent Way"-style languid jazz, giving it all a kind of broadside post-noir ennui which I am not sure does it any favors. When the suspense ratchet into gear, the music sort of cascades over its the side in drizzles of cymbals and glistening harp swirls. You'll either pick up on it right away or never guess the killer or what's going on, but don't worry, it's all very pretty and Vialli has a great time sinking her big German teeth into the role of a vicious older queen bitch. Dexter and Rizzi are both easy on the eyes and the action is fluid throughout. It may not be the film that kickstarts a giallo marathon at your home DVD / Prime binging, but it won't kill one off either. And if you have Prime, you'll be glad to find it free and looking good (and it's not on Blu-ray or DVD so now or never).
EYE IN THE LABYRINTH
"L'occhio nel labirinto"
(1972) Dir. Mario Caiano
*** / Amazon Image - B
Rosemary Dexter is Julie the devoted secretary of a missing scoundrel Luca (the silver-eyed krimi star Horst Frank); a weird dream in which she's being chased through a white labyrinth convinces her to leave the office and drive out to the coastal town druggie artist colony where he was last spotted. Soon she's set and setting with the resident bunch of languid hedonists. They spend the day sunning themselves and their nights lunging at each other's throats and/or zippers (ala that old Michael Musto saying about Fire Island etiquette: "fork on the right, spoon in the nose, knife in the back"). Alida Vialli is her usual astringent self as the villa's owner; her terrifying/sexy-gruff Teutonic rasp of a voice is in full flower and her Satanic eyes are alight with rage when her handsome younger lover (Gigi Rizzi) starts taking Julie for long boat rides and strolls along the rocky coast. One languid afternoon someone fires a harpoon at them - but from where? Clearly someone is actively trying to kill her and in the process people turn up dead wherever she goes. Why is Thunderball villain Adolfo Celli always around to rescue her, aside from his obvious sexual interest?

HIGHWAY TO HELL
(1991) Dir Ate de Jong
***/ Amazon Image - A
Thanks to a surplus of over-the-top action, towheads driving dusty vehicles, and long straight desert highways, you'd be forgiven for thinking Highway to Hell is Australian. Actually it's one of the last big American designated cult pics, a relic of a time when big studios shared drive-in screens with indie distributors and wildly unhinged 80s drive-in ready gonzo classics actually made money, or lost it, but either way they went for it. The golden era of 80s cult films, man, thanks to Prime their legacy endures (see here for more Prime options). Though it's from 1991, it's sooo 80s, occupying a comfy zone between a bigger budget version of Hell Comes to Frogtown or the 1982 She, both personal favorites.
So, if it's not too much trouble: surrender to this loud action-horror-comedy's quirky mix of thrills, insight and dumb sight gags (whizzing by too fast to elicit any groans) and crazy car chase and brawling action and you're bound to wind up exhilarated. The Prime print is A-okay.
The post-end title "where are they now" crawl seems tacked on by producers after some test screening audience cards asked too many questions.
Man, some folks just can't let shit hang.
PS - Turns out HIGHWAY TO HELL isn't available on Prime at the time of this posting. Well, you could check out a few choice recommendations instead, like the 1982 SHE starring Sandahl Bergman! or RAIDERS OF ATLANTIS (1982)
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Highway To Hell also on Blu-ray from Kino-Lorber.
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ReplyDeleteOne of the lesser giallis has a good cast but wastes them and the location with a weak plot and a 'heroine' who's beautiful but stupid and repulsive. The real mystery is why everyone in a giallo only drinks J&B scotch.
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