Lords judges, we are about to judge a bad case of what might be called a sovereign TIMO Lovecraftian.
Defendant: "The shuttered Room" (Here wonderfully titled "Why do you cry, Susan?" ) a film of Troy Shenck released in 1966.
Reasons for the prosecution: To begin with is not even based on a story Lovecraft, but "The Closed Room" : one of the pastiches of August Derleth, executor spiritual and posthumous editor HP Lovecraft, as well as the perpetrator of many successes and occasional outrage with his legacy pal, as in the present case, to pass by a "posthumous collaboration" what ideas were merely aimed at vuelapluma by Lovecraft-sometimes a single sentence, and that Mr. August turned into a story. Their stories atmospheric-based pulperos Myths Chluhu (or as they write that, I have no desire to see wikipedia) are fun and appreciated the reduction in density with respect to those who sometimes wrote HP is welcome, "but after all the movie just respect the name of the original story (and in Spain or that).
Second and more important reason: The story, which counts as a couple returns to hometown to reunite with Mrs. nightmare hidden in the attic that small-racked, but begins with some touches own Providence Writer, things quickly diluted into a psychedelic sixties mixed with disturbing echoes of the "nouvelle vague" . Under a bright picture varnish and flat boring day is long, spiced by an absurd -E-music irritating free-jazz trumpeter, we found a bleak picture of bikers, candy spider, martial arts fights, so terrifying supernatural threats as a bunch of drunken legs and a kind of witch with live eagle mascot in a disaster ... Lighthouse! -Over to daylight, always. All of which does evaporate any kind of sinister atmosphere, scary or just mysterious that no argument could have. And for more derision, primeval monster that lived in the attic in Derleth's story, here proves to be a borderline sister prota, which were locked at the top of the house to prevent damage done with every living creature that crossed. Where is Jane Eyre when needed?
Oh, and Oliver Reed out on paper rather stupid and a look at what Dani Martin of El Canto del Loco . No Comments.
Verdict: Details as a rowdy biker planted argument, lovebirds prudes, saxophone jam sessions, girls in bikinis and beach snack bar atmosphere, let us not doubt that, in effect, we before a glorious (at the same lamentable) TIMO Lovecraftian.
accept no substitutes.
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