Contronatura

A group of English folks (well, German, actually) are trying to get to their home amidst the mother of all thunderstorms that is washing out all the roads. With their car stuck in the mud, they have to walk to a nearby house inhabited by "Uriat" (Luciano Pigozza aka Alan Collins) and his mother. Now this woman (Marianne Leibl) is quite adept at séances and soon the group are sitting around the table where truths will out. These truths, played out via a series of flashbacks, are unsavoury and depict some of the group as malevolent, murdering, monsters. The more we learn, the more dangerous it gets for all concerned. Will they all leave that place alive? Aside from the audio of a biblical storm the sort not seen since Noah, the rest of this is all rather cheaply cobbled together with far too much (badly dubbed) dialogue that, in the end, presents us with a sort of brutal episode of "Upstairs Downstairs". Quite why there is an English setting is anyone's guess - it seems to create additional impediments to the already rather predictably weak characterisations. Eighty minutes felt a great deal longer as it lumbered along to a conclusion about which I simply didn't care. I wouldn't bother, I'm afraid.

Just a waste of time. Poor Marianne Koch, after that beautiful role, Marisol in "A Fistful of Dollars", here she has an embarrassing one, the whole movie is embarrassing.

The Unnaturals takes place in England circa the roaring '20s (or the late-'60s, judging by the women's hairstyles): after their car gets stuck in mud during a thunderstorm, a group of people take shelter at a nearby house, home to Uriat (Peter Lorre-alike Luciano Pigozzi) and his mother (Marianne Leibl), who is in a trance as a result of a seance being interrupted by the visitors. In order to try and bring the woman back from the 'other dimension', the guests agree to complete the seance, during which their darkest secrets are revealed.

Despite plenty of treachery, murder and a little gratuitous lesbianism (very tame by today's standards), Antonio Margheriti's The Unnaturals is quite a tedious affair, hampered by leaden pacing, a confusing narrative structure (there are quite a number of flashbacks), too much talk, and a predictable ending: my guess that the characters were all ghosts wasn't too wide of the mark. Some say that this film is one of Margheriti's best, but I much preferred Castle of Blood and Cannibal Apocalypse (hell, Killer Fish is preferable to this one).

It's the second time I read this page and I can't understand why Contronatura (aka Schreie in der Nacht aka The Unnaturals)is still waiting for 5 votes! In fact, I think, it's a really good italian horror, a kind of "summa" of all themes of this particular genre. The director, Antonio Margheriti (also writer, in this case) is very skillful and builds his movie around a number of impossible flash-back, that articulate a disquieting narrative of murders, guilty men, strange women...I can't speak english very well, so I can't describe in the right way this movie, but if you like italian horror, you have to see Contronatura!

"The Unnaturals" isn't nearly on par with director Antonio - oh sorry, he prefers Anthony M. Dawson - Margheriti's best efforts in the genre, notably "Danza Macabra" and "The Long Hair of Death", but it's nonetheless a worthwhile and enjoyable gothic soap opera. The film benefices most from the unsettling atmosphere, genuine décors and the bright use of mandatory gothic aspects, like raging thunderstorms and enigmatic beauties. A bunch of greedy and self-centered people, each of them hiding dark secrets and/or scheming sinister plans, end up in a ramshackle old shed in the woods when their car gets stuck in the mud. Inside the cabin, a spooky old hag is stuck in a sort of bizarre trance, but her equally spooky son (Bava-regular Luciano Pigozzi) invites the guests to partake in an all-revealing séance. The pacing is often slow, and the flashbacks contain too many tedious and irrelevant parts, but the last 10-15 minutes make up for a lot. The seemingly everlasting thunderstorm causes havoc, which ensures a spectacular and unforeseeable climax.

PS: I'm not in the habit of criticizing DVD-releases, but in case you consider purchasing this film via the French label "Les Chefs-d'oeuvre du Gothique", I strongly recommend you NOT TO. Despite being quite expensive, the picture and sound quality are poor, the disc constantly falters and the audio switches back and forth between Italian and German.