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True that some of the stunt work was reckless and sometimes equally well-staged, the plot was a giant bore. The acting was a giant bore. The story was not only a giant bore, but an elongated and nonsensical story. So, let me get this straight. A biker whose parent have supernatural dealings with the frog devil can summon back life generating power from their badly decorated witches coven of a home, and the son decides to convince his bike gang to all commit suicide to return from the dead and do what, exactly? Terrorize people?
The kills were even boring and bloodless, and I'm not usually someone who champions gore. There was not a single scene of nudity, and as far as "light kink", well, if you call a few miniskirts peppered throughout in basic 70's era wardrobe "kink", you'd better just give up writing reviews. I'm serious. This movie was so dumb that after it was over, I turned to my movie partner and told him that I think I may actually need psychiatric help from enduring this film. He chuckled a little and I layed in to him. No, I'm serious. I don't feel good. I'm afraid to drive home.
He apologized for suggesting we watch the blu ray release of this cult film which was probably reappraised by hipsters who saw a few scenes in the beginning, watched the trailer, and then decided to make it their pet movie and write great things about, all the while totally oblivious to how stinky it really was.
There is no way in hell anyone who has actually suffered through this whole movie can think any of this was good, decent, mildly interesting, or even entertainingly bad.
In typical british fashion we get super long takes of self important eye blinking before every long winded sentence that would indicate we the audience may as well take our coats off because this dialog is going to take FOR-E-VER!
But nothing comes out of these cake holes that warrants such bloated screen time. We actually witness walks from cars to the middle of fields for no reason. No cuts, no expediting here. All tedium. We get camera zooms that serve zero purpose. We get scenes with promise of a suspenseful chase only to be clubbed over the head with a bad editing job of what looks like a reshoot that doesn't make logical sense. (see first scene of film involving driver and bike gang sharing dialog about not letting some poor road sap off of the hook).
This movie is below garbage. It's been praised as something it simply is not. It's absurd that anyone would have the balls to claim this movie is anything of interest aside from what the previews make sure to include (very smart move), and the opening scenes (which are quite poetic and beautifully photographed). But that's it!
Skip the film, watch the trailer. You will not only thank me for it, but if you decide to spite this review and watch the film, you will damn me for it, too, because I'll be to blame for luring you in to see it, even if it's only because of your own dumb decision, which it most certainly will be.
Psychomania (1973)
Director: Don Sharp
I'd seen previews of this movie and read great things about atmosphere, mild kink, incredible stunt work, and a convincing plot.
Lies. All lies!
Sadly, the only promising scene in the entire film
Director: Don Sharp
I'd seen previews of this movie and read great things about atmosphere, mild kink, incredible stunt work, and a convincing plot.
Lies. All lies!
Sadly, the only promising scene in the entire film
True that some of the stunt work was reckless and sometimes equally well-staged, the plot was a giant bore. The acting was a giant bore. The story was not only a giant bore, but an elongated and nonsensical story. So, let me get this straight. A biker whose parent have supernatural dealings with the frog devil can summon back life generating power from their badly decorated witches coven of a home, and the son decides to convince his bike gang to all commit suicide to return from the dead and do what, exactly? Terrorize people?
The kills were even boring and bloodless, and I'm not usually someone who champions gore. There was not a single scene of nudity, and as far as "light kink", well, if you call a few miniskirts peppered throughout in basic 70's era wardrobe "kink", you'd better just give up writing reviews. I'm serious. This movie was so dumb that after it was over, I turned to my movie partner and told him that I think I may actually need psychiatric help from enduring this film. He chuckled a little and I layed in to him. No, I'm serious. I don't feel good. I'm afraid to drive home.
He apologized for suggesting we watch the blu ray release of this cult film which was probably reappraised by hipsters who saw a few scenes in the beginning, watched the trailer, and then decided to make it their pet movie and write great things about, all the while totally oblivious to how stinky it really was.
There is no way in hell anyone who has actually suffered through this whole movie can think any of this was good, decent, mildly interesting, or even entertainingly bad.
In typical british fashion we get super long takes of self important eye blinking before every long winded sentence that would indicate we the audience may as well take our coats off because this dialog is going to take FOR-E-VER!
But nothing comes out of these cake holes that warrants such bloated screen time. We actually witness walks from cars to the middle of fields for no reason. No cuts, no expediting here. All tedium. We get camera zooms that serve zero purpose. We get scenes with promise of a suspenseful chase only to be clubbed over the head with a bad editing job of what looks like a reshoot that doesn't make logical sense. (see first scene of film involving driver and bike gang sharing dialog about not letting some poor road sap off of the hook).
This movie is below garbage. It's been praised as something it simply is not. It's absurd that anyone would have the balls to claim this movie is anything of interest aside from what the previews make sure to include (very smart move), and the opening scenes (which are quite poetic and beautifully photographed). But that's it!
Skip the film, watch the trailer. You will not only thank me for it, but if you decide to spite this review and watch the film, you will damn me for it, too, because I'll be to blame for luring you in to see it, even if it's only because of your own dumb decision, which it most certainly will be.