Showing posts with label Madhouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Madhouse. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Madhouse (1974)



As I move into day four of Vincent Price Week, I decided to watch and review his 1974 entry Madhouse. While this is not my favorite Price film, it definitely seems to grow on me more every time I watch it.


Plot/ Paul Toombes made himself a Hollywood star by playing the role of Dr. Death in a series of successful horror films written by his friend, Herbert Flay. Now, after years in a mental institution following the murder of his fiancée, Ellen - a murder that many, and even he himself, believe he committed - he wants nothing to do with the homicidal character. Herbert, who is writing a new TV series about Dr. Death, persuades him to return to the role. Paul soon regrets the decision when the producer of the series turns out to be the former maker of porn movies in which Ellen starred. Worse, his new female lead is arrogant and incompetent. Meanwhile, he discovers that he is not the only guest in Herbert's home. There's also Faye, his former co-star, who has gone mad after being deformed in a car explosion. But none of this unpleasantness compares to the horror of Dr. Death himself. It seems the character has a will of his own - a will to commit murder.


This is definitely more of a mystery, rather than pure horror (cheaply made horror film at that) that manages to add a small tinge of creepiness. Boast icons Price and Peter Cushing, it is a shame that this film, based on the novel Devilday by Angus Hall, seems to miss more than it hits. The script as many holes and despite some brilliant flashbacks to some of Price’s best roles from earlier film, the movie does not keep its momentum throughout. However, the film does have a campy feel with some nice visual elements sprinkled throughout. With that in mind, while this is not the best movie of his career, Madhouse is at least good fun (especially for Price fans).


Thursday, January 14, 2010

Into Minds Eye



Last night I was watching the movie Madhouse, a movie about a typical crazy person loose in an institution with death and destruction on his mind.  I actually felt right at home watching this flick, it had all of the elements required to make horror movies at least watchable: Blood, Gore, Sexy Women, Breasts, Death, and the crazy doctor that is only interested in making money. While the movie was far from perfect, it did capture my attention for more than a few minutes.

Of course, my suffering through the movie last night was only because I couldn't focus on anything relating to any project that I am involved in. My writing was at a standstill and none of  my creations were  talking to me, crying to come to life. To complicate matters last night, I couldn't sleep and I spent the night tossing and turning. That bout of insomnia got me thinking about some of the other asylum movies that out there. There are a ton, and some of them aren't that bad. However, for every good one, there is one that really just doesn't live up to expectations (for me, and my horror fetish, that is most of them). Unfortunately, this trend is a big part of the horror genre in general.    

No place is it more evident than in films based on stories by Edgar Allen Poe. For every movie that is good, decent and watchable, others just make you want to puke because of the way the directors of script writers intepreted Poe's genius. The following movie is one that sits somewhere in between these two extremes. Dr. Tarr's Torture Dungeon (or the Mansion of Madness) is not really a horror movie, it is actually more of an artistic imprint, yet it can be pretty scary and disturbing. So, without further fanfare here is the 1973 Poe interpretation for you to formulate you own opinion. 

BTW, one of the great things abouth this film is it sits in public domain and is available as a free download if you enjoy it as much as I do at Dr. Tarr's Torture Dungeon  .


 Into Minds Eye

I looked for, but haven’t yet
Felt philosophies forbidden by deceit
In time, my visions clear
A soul hostage to a glance
A mind captured by a smile
A life lost in your eyes
Suddenly, clarity shines through
Swaying fate in showers of desire
With pleasures trapped beneath a shroud of darkness
Ideas of rebirth within the visage of bliss
Simple signs line the pathways to fulfillment
A spiraling signature waiting on the quill
A delicate flower in the dismal abyss
A gentle rhyme to complete the verse
Destiny awaits reality
Truth awaits providence
Emptiness hides