Arrow Beach: la spiaggia della paura

I honestly wouldn't go as far as to call "Welcome to Arrow Beach" a good film, not nearly in fact, but it's definitely an intriguing and bizarrely compelling mess! This film features the themes and plot aspects of a typically sick-spirited and coarse exploitation flick of the early 70s, but at the same time it has the cast and the musical guidance (Lou Rawls!) of a more sophisticated and ambitious melodrama. The supportive cast is already impressive, with names like Joanna Pettet and John Ireland, while the lead actor/director Laurence Harvey even briefly was a respectable A-listed actor who appeared in blockbusters like "The Manchurian Candidate" and "The Alamo". For some incomprehensible reason, Laurence Harvey decided – shortly before his untimely death due to stomach cancer – to direct himself depicting a dangerously disturbed Korean War veteran who lures gullible girls into the fancy beach house that he shares with his sister, but only with the intention to hack 'em up in the basement and EAT them! We slowly (… VERY slowly…), through incomplete and obscure flashbacks, learn that Harvey's character Jason Henry got forced to revert to cannibalism during the war in order to survive, which evidently left him severely traumatized and mentally unstable for life. The main problem with "Welcome to Arrow Beach", apart from the at times intolerably slow pacing, is that practically nothing happens and that the horror of it all almost exclusively relies on suggestion. We never see Jason Henry consume human flesh and there are only two short and rather vague sequences in which he waves around a meat cleaver and pulls the face of a genuine madman. The other 98% of the film's footage revolves around the naive but lush hippie girl Robbin Stanley (played by a young Meg Foster who only just recently had a glorious supportive role in Rob Zombie's "31") who consecutively survives a wicked hitch-hike with a crazed hot rod driver, narrowly escapes from Henry's slaughter basement, gets called a liar by the police and then flees with a hunky doctor's assistant. Then there's also the completely irrelevant and dull sub plot of the local Sheriff who runs a campaign in order to get re-elected… There are a few isolated moments of suspense, mainly accomplished by Harvey himself thanks to his intense performance, and the fairly brutish massacre of a depressed middle-aged prostitute is the film's dubious highlight.

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.

A veteran of the Korean War whose grisly past experiences has given him an unhealthy appetite for human flesh, owns a large beach house in California where he lives with his similarly unhinged sister. An unsuspecting young woman winds up spending the night at their house of horrors.

This little horror obscurity has cannibalism as its central theme. Although, in fairness, there wasn't much in the way of actual cannibalism on display here. In fact, there is only a quite limited serving of horror at all in this one. This is a bit of a shame, as when the movie decides to ramp things up with a bit of bloody mayhem, it is quite effectively done. The most memorable scene in this regard is the bloody murder of a middle-aged woman which was somewhat visceral in a sort of H.G. Lewis sort of a way. In other words, when our chief cannibal madman brandishes a meat cleaver and sports a demented look, you know things are about to pick up. Mostly though, the horror is implied and under the surface. I am also always pretty forgiving for any early 70's movie with a sunny Californian vibe and especially forgiving if it features a hippy chick, so I kind of cut this one a bit of slack more or less straight away. The schlock horror, while limited, was also just excessive enough to be memorably gruesome. In summary, this is a fairly basic film but it offers enough if you have a weakness for early 70's exploitation.

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.

Hilarious title song by Lou Rawls (can someone be a sport and let me know the name of it?) and some tasty nude scenes can't overcome a real muddled film. Sure it's explained that Harvey has a "taste for cannibalism" but where is the rationale behind it? We see a brief flashback scene of Harvey leaving a vintage-Korean war airplane along with a messed up looking crew of overacting teenagers (and Harvey doesn't look any younger than he is in the "present" day scenes -- check out the sideburns) but what exactly happened there? Perhaps the Dutch version has more footage? Also, what about the Stuart Whitman subplot? He was all hot to find out the truth but that sort of faded away. A real mess ... can't believe Harvey checked out with this as the last bit of work on his resume...