Tuesday, September 6, 2011

trip trapping over my bridge.....

Demoni 3: The Ogre (AKA Brivido giallo - La casa dell'orco, Demons III, Demons III: The Ogre)
Dir: Lamberto Bava
Cast: Virginia Bryant, Patrizio Vinci, Sabrina Ferilli, Alice Di Giuseppe, Paolo Malco, Stefania Montorsi and an Ogre.


When childhood dreams become adult nightmares fear turns into reality!



It's a lovely sunny day in the gloriously grassy Italian countryside where bullyboy Tom (Fulci stalwart Malco), his downtrodden and frighteningly frumpy wife (and famous author of 'the horror' books Cheryl (Bryant from The Barbarian Brothers) plus their little boy Jeff are busy driving to the castle they've rented for the summer.

Cheryl, it transpires, has come to Italy to work on her latest book whilst Tom and the boy enjoy themselves with a variety of manly pursuits like forced buggery and hiking in the hills.

Just like my holidays as a kid then.

The inbred locals are a superstitious lot and are slightly irritated that a family of 'Americans' are renting out the castle, what with it having an ogre in the cellar and everything, tho' they may have mistaken the ogre for the cow that 'menacingly' stalks Cheryl in a kind of sub-Withnail And I type way at certain points during the films running time.
"Is it in yet?"

Anyway back to the plot synopsis, which unfortunately spends the first hour following Cheryl's attempt to write intercut with endless scenes of the boys hiking (whilst Tom bitches a lot).

It does get slightly more exciting tho' with the revelation that the small girl wearing the horrid nightie being chased by someone with hairy hands in the pre-credit dream sequence was in fact Cheryl as a child.

Spooky.
Turns out she's been having nightmares about castles, ogres and cellars all her life (beats my recurring dreams about skeletons with swords riding fire breathing giant ants I guess) and if that wasn't enough poor Cheryl is even more shocked upon discovering that the castle she and her family are staying in is the same one from her childhood dreams and that everything happening to them has already been written in her new book.

Bizarre.

But she's not that shocked that she packs her family into their car and fucks off back to the States tho, obviously.
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Cheryl: Tapas and cheap wine.

No, she decides to stay at the castle, enjoying the wine and local sights knowing full well that the scary beast is out to get her and probably her kid too (she's like the Italian horror version of Kate McCann).
It's not too long before Cheryl begins to see evidence of the ogre milling about the castle for herself (footprints in the butter, toilet seat left up etc.) but as is always the way in these situations they all seem to disappear whenever she calls Tom to look.
Luckily (for us that is) mutilated bodies soon start to turn up in the cellar, then a giant pulsating snotter appears on the ceiling, Cheryl starts having 'those' dreams again and a strange man named Dario has begun to paint pictures of it all down in the village.

Sabrina Ferilli:
Forty and frisky.


Apparently and according to a throwaway piece of dialogue spouted earlier, Dario and an incredibly dirty pillowed witch named Anna (Ferilli) are somehow linked to the ogre and the castle.

But not in a good way obviously.

But this must beg the question; if the ogre is after this pair, why doesn't he just go and do whatever ogres do to them instead?
 
According to Cheryl's novel,( if you're interested) the monster ends up ripping the clothes off the witch in an satanic style rage of unbridled sexual fury before putting his 'orrible ogre organ in her peachy tanned arse.

Unfortunately we don't get to see this bit.
What we do get to see tho' is Tom and the child getting lost while hiking (again), a fly getting trapped in Cheryl's typewriter and Tom and Cheryl having a bitch slap session whilst cooking supper.

Just try and imagine River City but with cheaper sets and minus the lovely Scarlett and her wayward cleavage.
Scarlett: Soapy tit wanks ahoy.

But fear not wristcutters, don't grab for your mum's razors just yet because the oft-mentioned but little seen ogre is about to make his grand entrance.

Decked out in a rather snazzy frill fronted shirt along with what look like cycling shorts, a Professionals era Martin Shaw wig and a pair of Lelli Kelli sandals, he cuts an imposing figure.

Probably.

Well put it this way, the beasts fashion sense is enough to turn Tom from wife slapping misogynist to spade wielding hero type and is scary enough to persuade Cheryl to finally mention that she knows how the story will end.



"Do you need any
scissors sharpening?"

Unfortunately tho' it won't end in a massive fleshy orgy of ogre on lady-arse action but with Cheryl simply getting into her Jeep and reversing over the poor creature.

Three times.
And with the ogre dead everyone hugs and makes up.



 Aaah...Lamberto Bava's never ending Demons saga, the guiltiest of all guilty pleasures.

After the stunning genius of the first chapter and the not as stunning but still brilliant Demons II, the brand name was shamelessly hijacked and shoddily stapled to any movie that seemed to fall into the distributors grubby hands.

A heart breaking romance?....called it Demons: the wedding! Hellzaboppin' comedy? No problem! It's now called Demons: Pie fight, an even more shoddy than normal Umberto Lenzi film featuring the ghosts of slaves with Rice Crispies on the faces? That'll be Black Demons then!

Scarily at last count there were over 16000 films bearing the Demons moniker with more to come, each more inept than the last but frankly a lot more enjoyable than most of the rubbish being churned out in the name of 'horror' today. 

And so the same fate befell this made for TeeVee movie but where as the first two featured men, women, children, dogs etc. being possessed by small slimy critters then proceeding to bite each other, this one features a man in a pound shop Halloween mask and lederhosen bumping into the scenery whilst covered in cheap red wine.

Some stunning make up fx yesterday.

On a brighter note it does feature the handsomely chiselled star of Lucio Fulci's House by The Cemetery and The New York Ripper, professional Italian sexy man Paolo Malco in the role of wife slapping, depression belittling Tom and mega-MILF Sabrina Ferilli, a woman with breasts so big they have their own time-zones a a witch so it can't be that bad.

Which is thanks in part to uber-writer, horror legend and dusky moustachioed love God Dardano Sacchetti manages to fill his screenplay with dozens of riffs stolen not only from his own back catalogue but also random stuff like John Carpenter's Prince Of Darkness (tho God knows why), The Last Snows of Spring and Argento's Inferno which when coupled with Lamberto Bava's direction and Simon Boswell's OTT synth score at least makes it interesting to look at and a fairly entertaining way to spend 90 minutes.
 Which is more than can be said about surgery for anal fissures.

1 comment:

AllenTesch said...

Wow, who wrote this pinnacle of cinema?