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I love these Indonesian beauts. During a time when film-making was somewhat at it's peak. These Indo's found it in their little itty bitty hearts to make films for the masses. What they had to do to sell their product was to give the North American viewing audience all the trash and sleaze they could. A perfect example would be this movie in my hands.
A fatal car accident happens when some jewel thieves run into the law. Their car flips and smashes down hard. Body parts literally fly all over and here, a little decapitated finger crawls on the ground at mach 1 speed and finds the burial ground of which a Dangerous seductress was once dug in. Close by, blond bombshell Suzy (Tonya Offer) flies in from L.A. to South Asia for a little vacation but little does she know that a present her sister received at her birthday contains demonic passages and resurrection spells. She frivolously opens the book and begins a few chants. Little does her sister know what is going on since she is at a photo shoot for bikini clad hotties. As soon as she is finished up with her voodoo talk, the dangerous one rises and finds Suzy as her body to desecrate and fornicate for blood. Suzy walks the streets for blood from oblivious men around the city clubs. I would be putty in her hands also if she picked me up but the men, being idiots that we are fall into her trap and get their life's blood sucked out in the bucketfuls. The sister returns and soon she is brought into this tangled web Suzy wove. A climax of epic proportions ensues and what happens? I guess you'll have to find out yourself. This movie is for the serious good times of sexy babes, gore and cheese CGI effects. I would totally recommend these types of films for those who need a illogical boot to the head. Made in 92 (seems like they were a little behind in times for 92), this exploitation fest leans sorely towards those who need to get away from those serious scare fests and get back into what makes cinema fun in the first place. Prime example folks.
A fatal car accident happens when some jewel thieves run into the law. Their car flips and smashes down hard. Body parts literally fly all over and here, a little decapitated finger crawls on the ground at mach 1 speed and finds the burial ground of which a Dangerous seductress was once dug in. Close by, blond bombshell Suzy (Tonya Offer) flies in from L.A. to South Asia for a little vacation but little does she know that a present her sister received at her birthday contains demonic passages and resurrection spells. She frivolously opens the book and begins a few chants. Little does her sister know what is going on since she is at a photo shoot for bikini clad hotties. As soon as she is finished up with her voodoo talk, the dangerous one rises and finds Suzy as her body to desecrate and fornicate for blood. Suzy walks the streets for blood from oblivious men around the city clubs. I would be putty in her hands also if she picked me up but the men, being idiots that we are fall into her trap and get their life's blood sucked out in the bucketfuls. The sister returns and soon she is brought into this tangled web Suzy wove. A climax of epic proportions ensues and what happens? I guess you'll have to find out yourself. This movie is for the serious good times of sexy babes, gore and cheese CGI effects. I would totally recommend these types of films for those who need a illogical boot to the head. Made in 92 (seems like they were a little behind in times for 92), this exploitation fest leans sorely towards those who need to get away from those serious scare fests and get back into what makes cinema fun in the first place. Prime example folks.
This is a type of movie you'd have to have fun with. Christmas Season Massacre, can't get anymore cliché than that eh! It leans itself on referential displays of homage. But a blast at that also.
The boys from the Rosa roster are included in this happy go lucky slash fest. Freaking hilarious people, 80's fried stalk n slash.
Tommy "one shoe" was, or is a loser and soon became the apitmy of himself. A blood thirsty maniac. The team of bully's unite to stop his reign of terror once and for all. In the meantime, they are all getting dispensed quite quickly one by one by ole' pirate boy himself. Guts a flyin" and jokes a plenty is what I have to say. Surely a mix of Eric Stanze's (www.wickedpixel.com ) flavor amongst this Wallace special.
Tons of heaping bucket loads of red and sauce. DJ Vivona gets taken out in a nice Toolbox fashion.
Good times, it's dynamite!
The boys from the Rosa roster are included in this happy go lucky slash fest. Freaking hilarious people, 80's fried stalk n slash.
Tommy "one shoe" was, or is a loser and soon became the apitmy of himself. A blood thirsty maniac. The team of bully's unite to stop his reign of terror once and for all. In the meantime, they are all getting dispensed quite quickly one by one by ole' pirate boy himself. Guts a flyin" and jokes a plenty is what I have to say. Surely a mix of Eric Stanze's (www.wickedpixel.com ) flavor amongst this Wallace special.
Tons of heaping bucket loads of red and sauce. DJ Vivona gets taken out in a nice Toolbox fashion.
Good times, it's dynamite!
I can assure you that Mondo Macabro is truly the wild side of cinema. The flicks these guys dish out are of all levels of genre's. Drama, horror, exploitation, euro, thriller, cult, etc.. Nice tot see someone hand out films that are of quality from all walks of life. Crazy love is all about the other walks of life.
O.K., I can understand growing up in a town way out in Belgium somewhere in 55, attending local cinema and becoming enthralled amongst the gleaming screen of persuasion. I'm talking on a male perspective, sorry ladies. You come running home with the thoughts of kissing, petting and other boner reacting thoughts. You hang out with a next door pal which is a little older and tosses you into the whole scheme of things, of supposed love making. You both fail miserably but on you must go. That I can understand. What I can't understand is how someone could freely talk masturbation when you where such a pre teen, then have your buddy whip it out and throw one back in front of you? I don't think so. The director had that happen, and it was his brother. So maybe it could happen but look where he is from. Well, On to 1962, a few years older and a complexion only a mother could love. You feel really bad, you understand what he going through and he still can't land that lady he most certainly loves.
On to the 70's and by now, you would think he would at least have found Mrs. right? Wrong, still no luck and no a drunken loser. He hooks back up with old time budd and for old times sake. Lets steal a corpse and see what he does. You have to see what true love would do to you.
I thoroughly enjoyed the film, other then the jerk of class I was drenched in emotion. Kind of like an after school special if you will. The director talks a little about the flick and his reasoning. Sure, he knows what he's talking about but when he fessed up to the brother showing brother, or brother watching brother part of his life. I sort of turned the rest off and couldn't get that vision out of my head. A disturbing touch to an already disturbing story. An off the beaten path for this label to come out with but cult is cult and the wild side of cinema needs a home somewhere.
O.K., I can understand growing up in a town way out in Belgium somewhere in 55, attending local cinema and becoming enthralled amongst the gleaming screen of persuasion. I'm talking on a male perspective, sorry ladies. You come running home with the thoughts of kissing, petting and other boner reacting thoughts. You hang out with a next door pal which is a little older and tosses you into the whole scheme of things, of supposed love making. You both fail miserably but on you must go. That I can understand. What I can't understand is how someone could freely talk masturbation when you where such a pre teen, then have your buddy whip it out and throw one back in front of you? I don't think so. The director had that happen, and it was his brother. So maybe it could happen but look where he is from. Well, On to 1962, a few years older and a complexion only a mother could love. You feel really bad, you understand what he going through and he still can't land that lady he most certainly loves.
On to the 70's and by now, you would think he would at least have found Mrs. right? Wrong, still no luck and no a drunken loser. He hooks back up with old time budd and for old times sake. Lets steal a corpse and see what he does. You have to see what true love would do to you.
I thoroughly enjoyed the film, other then the jerk of class I was drenched in emotion. Kind of like an after school special if you will. The director talks a little about the flick and his reasoning. Sure, he knows what he's talking about but when he fessed up to the brother showing brother, or brother watching brother part of his life. I sort of turned the rest off and couldn't get that vision out of my head. A disturbing touch to an already disturbing story. An off the beaten path for this label to come out with but cult is cult and the wild side of cinema needs a home somewhere.