
Island of Death (1976)
A dumb, dumb exploitation movie. "Surely that goes without saying? They're all kinda dumb!" I hear you cry, but this is a joyless
Texas Chainsaw Massacre wannabe. Every scene reeks of rewrites intended to increase the shock value without any thought given to the quality of the film. Within five minutes of the titles you watch the protagonists screw in a phonebooth while on the phone to the guy's mother, for the specific purpose of letting her know they are at it. From there on in, it's a bunch of edgelord bullshit trying desperately to convince you this is a nastier film than Tobe Hooper pulled off but it falls flat because it's too outlandish. The classic video nasties felt plausible to some degree and that's what gave them their power. Obviously
Evil Dead isn't cinema verite but there was a sort of internal consistency and a storyline for it all to hang off of.
Dawn of the Dead is a disgusting and nasty movie, on paper. Dead people kill living people and eat them for 90 minutes. Ugh, icky and gross, right? But when you factor in the story and performances and subtext you're left with a film that has commentary on consumerist society, the role of nihilism in human endeavour and a cool bit where people throw custard pies. That is what a good horror movie can do. This film did not and it feels like it did not do it on purpose.
1/10 - did not finish because this was within days of
Maniac and while I can enjoy a kinda crappy movie that has heart, we just couldn't find it in us to watch something that was clearly made without regard for the audience. Gross out cinema in a very lame way.