PRIME EVIL: THE RED QUEEN KILLS SEVEN TIMES (1976) ** ½

Two rich sisters named Kitty and Eveline live in a mansion where a spooky painting of a woman in a red cloak foretells their ominous fate.  Decades later, friends of the now-grown Kitty (played by Barbara Bouchet) are picked off one by one by a killer dressed as the woman in the painting.  It’s only a matter of time before she becomes the killer’s next target.  Even though the police are hard at work on the case, Kitty is withholding an incriminating secret that could bust the investigation wide open.

The central murder mystery is ho-hum, and the stalking scenes suffer from a few repetitive kills.  (The only memorable death involves someone being impaled on a gate.)  In fact, the film’s subplots are a lot more interesting than the murder investigation itself.  The legend of the woman in red, along with the revelation of Barbara’s big secret (not to mention her involvement with a junkie blackmailer) are sure to keep you engaged when the rest of the movie is spinning its wheels.

The Red Queen Kills Seven Times is an uneven, sometimes frustrating giallo, but it’s buoyed by a great performance by Bouchet.  She’s given plenty of scenes that allow her to descend into wild-eyed theatrics and she looks positively stunning during her freak-outs.  While most of the film is patchy, the final reel in which Bouchet is locked in a slowly flooding room teeming with rats is stellar.  (She also gets a handful of sultry nude scenes too.)  Sybil Danning also shows up briefly, but you’ll wish her part was bigger.

AKA:  Horror House.  AKA:  Blood Feast.  AKA:  Feast of Flesh.  AKA:  The Corpse Which Didn’t Want to Die.  AKA:  The Lady in Red Kills Seven Times.

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THE 31 MOVIES OR HORROR-WEEN: THE STRANGERS: PREY AT NIGHT (2018) **

I don’t know why it took ten years to make a sequel to The Strangers.  It wasn’t exactly great or anything, but its low-fi concept seemingly lends itself to unrelated sequel after unrelated sequel.  Maybe the lukewarm Strangers:  Prey at Night is proof that coming up with another similar scenario is harder than it looks.

I was looking forward to Prey at Night primarily because it gave Christina Hendricks an opportunity to have a leading role.  I don’t want to spoil anything, but… Let’s just say at least she’s top-billed.

Hendricks and her family are on their way to take her teenage daughter to boarding school.  They stop to spend the night at an abandoned trailer park owned by some relatives.  If you saw The Strangers, you know they’re about to be visited by a gang of home invaders wearing creepy masks who delight in tormenting the family before picking them off one by one.

The difference this time out is that the characters are in unfamiliar surroundings.  Because of that, it feels less like a violation of the home and more of a straightforward slasher.  That feeling is compounded by the fact that this time there are four potential victims instead of two, so there isn’t as much endless toying with the characters (or the audience).  That doesn’t exactly translate into scares though.  

The effectiveness of the killers’ stalking ability will probably depend on how creepy you find their masks.  Also, they don’t do much other than stand there, and when they finally do attack, they mostly just slice and dice.  There is at least one memorable jump scare, but it’s not enough to put this one into the win column.

Director Johannes Roberts films things with a stylish flair.  He gives us a lot of fog-drenched streets and gloomy exteriors, but that doesn’t exactly mask the fact that there really isn’t much of a movie here.  He also directed 47 Meters Down, which might explain the film’s extended underwater sequence.

His overuse of ‘80s songs like “Kids in America”, “Total Eclipse of the Heart”, and “Making Love Out of Nothing at All” is marginally effective I guess.  Not only are the characters fighting for their lives, they have to struggle to survive while Air Supply blares in the background.  Personally, having to suffer through listening to Air Supply should count as torture all by itself.

AKA:  The Strangers 2.

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THE 31 MOVIES OF HORROR-WEEN: TALES FROM THE HOOD 2 (2018) **

I was a huge fan of Rusty Cundieff’s Fear of a Black Hat and Tales from the Hood.  With that powerful one-two punch, he cemented himself as a filmmaker to watch in the ‘90s.  After Sprung he sort of quietly slipped through the cracks, working primarily in television.  When he did resurface, it was often with hysterical results.  (His segment in Movie 43 is great.)  Now Cundieff is back, along with his producing partner Darin (Deep Blue Sea 2) Scott, twenty-three years later with a sequel to their horror anthology classic.  

The wraparound segment, “Robo Hell” (**) has Mr. Simms (Keith David, taking over from Clarence Williams III) visiting a security advisor, Dumass Beach (Bill Martin Williams) who is about to unveil his new prototype for the “Robo-Patriot”.  Simms’s job is to tell the A.I. stories to help it understand human nature and be able to assess criminal threats.  The tales are as follows:

“Good Golly” (** ½) has two college girls visiting the “Museum of Negrosity” featuring Jim Crow era antiques and artifacts.  The girls want to buy a gollywog doll, but the proprietor of the establishment refuses to sell it.  They return in the night to steal the doll with deadly consequences.

This story is sort of a callback to the killer doll segment from the first film.  It starts off with a lot of atmosphere and an interesting set-up.  Despite one nifty kill (I’ve seen plenty of gut-ripping scenes in my day, but never a gut-WHIPPING scene), the finale is a tad disappointing and feels like something you’d see in a Troma movie.  

The next story is “The Medium” (***).  A trio of thieves accost a former pimp-turned-preacher (“He had an e-PIMP-hany!”) to find the location of his secret stash of money.  When they accidentally kill him, they go to a John Edwards-inspired charlatan TV psychic to contact his spirit.  The séance works better than anticipated.

This one works as both a Tales from the Hood segment as well as a throwback to the old Amicus horror anthologies of yesteryear.  The set-up may be a tad longwinded (there’s probably too much backstory with the psychic), but the punchline is fun.  The thieves’ eventual comeuppance offers up a nice array of gore effects too.

“Date Night” (** ½) has two knuckleheads getting hooked up with two hotties on Tinder.  They play Cards Against Humanity for a bit before slipping the girls a roofie.  The duo gets more than they bargained for when the girls turn out to be immune to their tactics.

This tale starts out as a parable on the dangers of social media dating.  Too bad the interesting intro is undone by a limp conclusion.  I do give it points for blending an old school vibe with a newfangled technology, but it’s not wholly successful.

“The Sacrifice” (**) combines the story of a ‘50s lynching victim and a modern-day black Republican working for a racist politician.  It seems his very pregnant white wife has been having disturbing dreams.  Eventually, ghosts of slain civil rights leaders reach out to him, demanding a sacrifice for their cause.

The Sacrifice by far the most serious and grim tale in the bunch.  It’s also the most heavy-handed too.  (It’s also the second story revolving around pregnancy.)  The back-and-forth narrative doesn’t quite work either and the timeliness and urgency of the piece is undermined by a handful of amateurish performances.

Sure, a lot of the social commentary is a bit on the nose, but you can get away with that in a horror film.  The problem is, the film is just too long (nearly two hours) and uneven to work as a whole.  Some stories feel rushed, while others take their sweet time.  (The Medium could’ve probably been expanded to make a standalone feature.)

David was a fine replacement for Williams III.  He takes delight when saying the character’s patented catchphrase, “The shit!” over and over again.  I just wish he was given juicier dialogue to sink his teeth into throughout the film.  The rest of the performances are uneven.  This installment could’ve used someone on par with the original’s Corbin Bernsen and Wings Hauser, who knew how to sell their character’s menace with a sense of style.

The Robocop-inspired wraparound segments are odd and clunky.  I understand it was Cundieff’s intention to bring attention to the underlying problems inherent in America’s police force, but a robot cop just seems out of place compared to the tales revolving around killer dolls, seances, vampires, and ghosts.  It also doesn’t help that the design on the Robo-Patriot is rather crummy. 

I know I’ve been talking up Cundieff, but it’s his producer and co-director Darin Scott who actually directed the two best segments.  It should come as no surprise that Scott knows his way around a horror anthology, having produced From a Whisper to a Scream, one of the all-time best the genre has to offer.  Scott’s segments are no less as uneven as Cundieff’s, but they’re a big step-up from his last sequel directorial effort, Deep Blue Sea 2.

Tales from the Hood 2 offers up sporadic fits of amusement.  The inconsistent tone eventually sinks it.  Still, as far as twenty-three years later DTV horror sequels go, you can certainly do much worse.

Now that Rusty is back in the director’s chair once again, is there any chance we can get Fear of a Black Hat 2?  The landscape is perfect for a sequel.  Imagine Ice Cold going all Kanye and visiting The White House.  Tasty Taste pulling a Jay-Z and becoming part of the Illuminati.  Tone Def becoming a reality star.  This thing writes itself!

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THE HOUSE WHERE EVIL DWELLS (1982) ** ½

Edward Albert stars as an American writer who moves his family to Japan.  They rent a haunted house where a century ago, a samurai murdered his wife and her lover before committing suicide.  Before long, Saki cups are falling over mysteriously, lights turn off all by themselves, and faucets begin having a mind of their own.  The ghosts then possess the bodies of Albert’s wife (Susan George) and best friend (Doug McClure) and force them to reenact the tragic love triangle from centuries ago.  (She’d have to be possessed to want to go to bed with McClure.)  

The Japanese setting helps give The House Where Evil Dwells a different flavor than the countless haunted house movies that came out in the wake of The Amityville Horror’s success.  There are notable cultural twists on the usual horror clichés (like having a Japanese monk try to exorcise the spirits instead of a Catholic priest) that help make this one stand out from the rest of the pack.  The ghost effects are simple, but quite effective.  (They were filmed live, using mirrors.)  They’re probably a little bit overused though.  Their appearance works best when they’re taking over the bodies of Albert and George.  However, we see entirely too much of them as the film goes on.

Director Kevin Connor, who worked with McClure on the Land That Time Forgot films, seems to throw the restrained approach out the window by the time Albert’s daughter gets attacked by giant crabs.  On its own merits, this is a nutty sequence that works as pure head-scratching WTF nonsense.  On the other hand, it feels like it belongs in another movie altogether.  We do get a fair amount of gore (heads and arms are hacked off with samurai swords) and a decent bit of T & A too, although not nearly enough to qualify it as a classic or anything.

You could argue that the ending is predictable.  I’d rather say it’s inevitable.  I mean the whole thing is structured like a classic tragedy.  Giant crabs notwithstanding.

George is good, especially when she becomes possessed by the horny ghost, but Albert is thoroughly bland.  The fact that he’s playing yet another cliched struggling-writer-in-a-haunted-house doesn’t help.  Once Albert finds out he’s been cuckolded by a ghost, he suitably freaks out which leads to the entertaining fight where he and McClure become possessed and all of a sudden know karate and begin Kung Fu fighting each other.

Does it all work?  No.  Is it entertaining?  In fits and starts.  Am I glad I watched it?  Pretty much.

AKA:  Ghost in Kyoto.  

THE 31 MOVIES OF HORROR-WEEN: SUBSPECIES 4: BLOODSTORM (1998) *

A young woman named Ana (Iona Abur) finds Michelle (Denice Duff) on the side of the road and brings her to see Dr. Niculescu (Mihai Dinvale).  As he tries to study Michelle’s condition, Radu (Anders Hove) awakens and begins his search for her.  Meanwhile, the good (bad) doctor is actually using her blood to turn himself into a bloodsucker and plans to finagle the precious bloodstone out of Radu's possession.

The all-around quality is down a notch or two from the other movies.  Say what you will about the previous installments, they at least had a modicum of atmosphere.  There are moments here that look like they came out of one of those cheap-o Wishmaster sequels.  The make-up on Radu isn’t very good either (at some points he looks like The Grim Reaper from Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey) and the other vampires look almost laughable in their pancake make-up and goofy wigs.  The shadow effects of Radu traveling return to their low budget roots but aren’t nearly as effective as the stuff we saw in Part 2.

Overall, this is even worse than Bloodlust.  The pacing is slower than that film (if you can believe it), and what good bits there are (like a cop eating a rat) are few and far between.  There is a little bit more skin than usual, but not enough to bump it up to a * ½ rating.

The film’s biggest crime is that it wastes the talents of Denice Duff.  She spends most of her time either sleeping or lying down in a hospital bed.  (She must've had the same agent Eric Stoltz had when he made Anaconda.)  It’s enough to make you wonder if the poor woman got bedsores during filming.  She does get a few opportunities to vamp it up a bit in the third act, but by then it’s too little too late.

AKA:  Subspecies:  The Awakening.

THE 31 MOVIES OF HORROR-WEEN: BLOODLUST: SUBSPECIES 3 (1994) *

Bloodlust:  Subspecies 3 starts with a wrap-up of the events of the last movie, which is more of an excuse to help pad the running time than anything.  Rebecca (Melanie Shatner) is still trying to rescue her sister Michelle (Denice Duff) from the clutches of Radu (Anders Hove) and his decrepit Mummy (Pamela Gordon).  While Radu tries to complete Michelle’s transformation into a full-fledged vampire, Rebecca gathers together a small team of cops and soldiers to storm Radu’s castle.

Bloodlust:  Subspecies 3 was shot back-to-back with Part 2 and it seems like they saved all the good stuff for that picture.  There’s even more filler in this installment, which leads me to believe this started out as one movie and producer Charles Band made director Ted Nicolaou split it up into two sequels in order to save money.  Once again, the scenes with Rebecca teaming up with a cop (played by Kevin Blair from Friday the 13^th Part 7:  A New Blood) are deadly dull.  Whenever these characters are on screen (which is most of the running time unfortunately), the film comes to a dead halt.

The subplot where Radu tries to complete Michelle’s vampire training works slightly better.  That’s mostly because of Duff, who gives far and away the most engaging performance of the film.  Despite her efforts, Bloodlust never once comes to life.  I mean for a plot that’s been strung out for three movies, there’s not a lot to recommend here and the finale is awfully weak.  What’s worse, the little Subspecies dudes are reduced to nothing more than a last-second cameo, which is really disappointing.

The special effects are particularly lacking this time around.  There are no showstopping effects sequences.  Also, most of the effects for Radu’s shadow are done via animation now.  The results look pretty cheap and aren’t nearly as effective as the Nosferatu-inspired effects of the last movie.  

AKA:  Subspecies:  In the Twilight 3.  AKA:  Subspecies 3:  Bloodlust.

THE 31 MOVIES OF HORROR-WEEN: BLOODSTONE: SUBSPECIES 2 (1993) ** ½

Bloodstone:  Subspecies 2 picks up immediately where the first one left off with the little Subspecies dudes reviving their vampire master Radu (Anders Hove).  Once resurrected, he quickly goes about getting revenge on his brother by driving a stake through his heart.  His vampire girlfriend Michelle (Denice Duff) steals the coveted bloodstone from the castle and takes off for the hills.  Panicked, she calls her sister Rebecca (Melanie Shatner, Captain Kirk’s daughter) for help.  As Rebecca tries to find her sister (all the while playing catch-up on the rules of vampirism), Radu follows in hot pursuit trying to recover the bloodstone.

As with the original Subspecies, the opening sequence is the best part.  The scene where Radu’s decapitated head reattaches itself is awesome and utilizes some excellent special effects inspired by The Thing.  I also dug the part where Radu stakes his brother’s heart and drinks from the arterial spray as if it was a water fountain.  There’s also a cool crusty mummy that aids Radu in his quest.

Denice Duff is a much better actress than Laura Tate was, and she does a fine job selling her transformation into a vampire.  I especially liked when she woke up in a body bag and caused the coroner’s van to run off the road.  The problem is that the scenes of Shatner going on sightseeing tours, learning about vampire lore, and trying to track down her sister are a bore.  These scenes mostly feel like filler and totally bog down the middle section of the film.  

Returning director Ted Nicolaou does some impressive things with the low budget.  I liked the Nosferatu-inspired scenes of Radu casting a long shadow while stalking Michelle.  Once again, the film suffers from the lack of the cool Subspecies creatures who just about disappear after the opening.  I can’t quite call Bloodstone “good” as it drags like a son of a bitch after the first act, but it’s a remarkable step up in quality from the last one, so all involved should be commended for that.

AKA:  Helldance.  AKA:  Subspecies:  In the Twilight 2.  AKA:  Subspecies 2:  Bloodstone.