The Grapes of Wrath is a masterpiece and a film that ensured me (after Stagecoach - another masterwork I loved) that it's something wrong with me and not Ford nor The Searchers.
The whole Guinea Pig series is really trashy, but ultimately it is supposed to be. The first part looks very real and no wonder somebody could mistake it as a real mondo video. It wasn't gore-y, but the tortures it shown were very realistic and therefore disturbing to watch. In that case I guess the movie succeeded, but I gave it a very low rating, because it shown the level of cruelty that no longer excites me. The second part is much better and way more professional. Therefore, it surprised me that THIS was the part that was really mistook as actual mondo film. Every other part after this is worse than the previous. Just dreadful! Except for the Mermaid movie that was actually the only saving grace of the series. It even has some sort of poetry about it, even though, it is the kind of poetry that makes people vomit.
The whole Guinea Pig series is really trashy, but ultimately it is supposed to be. The first part looks very real and no wonder somebody could mistake it as a real mondo video. It wasn't gore-y, but the tortures it shown were very realistic and therefore disturbing to watch. In that case I guess the movie succeeded, but I gave it a very low rating, because it shown the level of cruelty that no longer excites me. The second part is much better and way more professional. Therefore, it surprised me that THIS was the part that was really mistook as actual mondo film. Every other part after this is worse than the previous. Just dreadful! Except for the Mermaid movie that was actually the only saving grace of the series. It even has some sort of poetry about it, even though, it is the kind of poetry that makes people vomit.
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Preserving the sanctity of cinema. Subtitles preferred, mainstream dismissed, and always in search of yet another film you have never heard of. I speak fluent French New Wave.
Preserving the sanctity of cinema. Subtitles preferred, mainstream dismissed, and always in search of yet another film you have never heard of. I speak fluent French New Wave.