Welcome to Arrow Beach

More like welcome to a DARK SHADOWS clone as it features a darkly lit mansion, with soap opera type characters, and a revved up soundtrack that quickly becomes overbearing. Basically about Foster a young, beautiful, and innocent runnaway ( she even sleeps with a stuffed doll) who gets in over her head with cannibal Harvey. Like most 70's horror heroines she naively misses the simple warning signs until it's almost too late. Also like most cheap 70's horror films it meanders through stilted dialogue and meaningless scenes until it gives you two minutes of what is passably interesting. Definately no big deal. The only real interesting aspect is why a excellent and respected actor like Harvey would get involved with such a schlocky story.

Played this Tuesday on a double bill with Re-Animator. Introduced by Johnny Legend, there in the flesh, with that guy who runs one of the memorabilia stores on Hollywood blvd. They said it would probably never be shown again, ever. It's not on vhs or dvd. There is only one print.

A scene where an aging model is put out of her misery is amazing. Lots of splatter and a shock of a final scene that is very Ed Gein. The story is a bit goofy, but good at the same time. See it if you can. Oh, wait, you can't. Well there has got to be a way.

Harvey's last film (in which he reportedly help edit by phone in his deathbed) is a twisted would be horror film that Warner Bros barely released. (it played in Seattle many years later in one drive-in as TENDER FLESH released by Brut). Harvey plays a Korean war vet who ate human flesh to survive in the jungle, but now he has a sickness and not even his sister (who's also his lover) Pettet can stop. Meg Foster plays a hitchhiker that he befriends, who witnesses him doing something evil in the basement and she might be his next victim. Interesting cast (whitman and Ireland together again for the 4th time), and lurid feel that the film has. Lou Rawls sings the main theme, which is a nice song, but really has nothing to do witht he film! There's a blooper in the end credit as you see cars drive backwards. I don't know why Harvey, a respected actor would direct a B horror film, but I read many stories on him being strange, so the story must have grabbed him. Use to be a cable classic in the old days, and played very heavily cut on TV with cut out the cannibal angle so the film is very confusing, as the TV version just makes him out to be a killer, and nothing more. I believe it is the first major studio film to deal with cannibalism.

A typical seventies movies; seventies, an era where any movie, any kind of plot, story, characters analysis was possible. The producers were totally on the loose and the directors too. That's why I crave so much about this decade. This movie, this last picture from and also starring Lawrence Harvey is the best proof. Curiously, Harvey finished A DANDY IN ASPIC, after the directorr Anthony Mann passed away, before the shooting ended. But who finished this one, after - this time - Harvey also died? I will have to check. Anyway, this is a tremendous - but not for all audiences - piece of work, that I have always enjoyed to watch. It is weird, disturbing, totally crazy, and that's precisely for this reason I like it.

Looking over other viewer comments, I feel like I missed some significant footage -- sad, because I saw this as a candidate film for the National Film Registry. My experience was that the cannibalism wasn't even broached -- "hinted at" is a smaller and more fitting description. I started out with the understanding that the film deals with this topic, so it was easy for me to find the theme in the disjointed images that Harvey (allegedly from his deathbed) pieced together. However, in the edit that I saw, Harvey really only approached the subject during the dinner scene, which to the uninformed viewer, leaves Jason Henry coming off only as a rather perverse murderer.

As a red-toned color film, it kept with the 70s feel, especially with the Lou Rawls theme song that really seems not to fit at all, and it's definitely the sort of film that you can settle into on a Saturday afternoon.

For the most part, I felt that it was a shaky effort that obviously suffers from the (unavoidable) lack of directorial input in the final stages.

Despite this, the one incredibly positive thing I have to say is that Harvey did succeed in creating one impacting, chilling, flawless scene in a movie of otherwise so-so acting. Harvey is the perennial director, and this is never so evident as when he plays Jason Henry behind a camera. The moments just prior and after this are really unspectacular, but in the few seconds that the viewer is looking at the visage of Harvey, peering from behind the camera with diabolical intent, I was completely stunned and frightened, not because Harvey belonged in the psyche of a killer, but because the killer belonged behind the camera -- Harvey's character became more real, more insidious because the character encompassed a real person. Not a better case for method acting exists, I would venture.