After the fun and frolics of Breaking It... A Story About Virgins (1984 reviewed on this site,but not Letterboxd since the owners have the jitters over flicks that show skin) finished my duo 1984 viewings,I looked for more movies from the 80's waiting to be watched. Deciding to view three Horror titles from 1981,I decided that this would be the one I'd begin to make a Horror of '81 nest with.
View on the film:
Retaining his roots as a prolific poster designer in the 60s and 70s once he moved into making Adult Movies during the Golden Age of skin flicks, and later saying in a interview that he felt an obligation to the producers to shoot "hard-core" scenes in a certain way they would be happy with (rather then what he would have liked) co-writer/(with regular collaborator Daria Price) director Armand Weston finishes his credits by reuniting with cinematographer Joao Fernandes for a thrust into the mainstream.
Continuing his exploration of how sensuality fits into a landscape, cultural or environmental, Weston displays a welcomed, unexpected patience in holding back from unloading a premature climax, instead sinking Cochran into the foundation of the mysterious house (the exterior being the real Armour-Stiner House) which brings up a thick atmosphere of Gothic Horror dread, spun in crawling panning shots along the red and pink silk drapes lining the house.
Entering the house with Cochran, (played by a very good Robin Groves,who keeps the slow-burn going until she explodes into a Scream Queen) the screenplay by Weston and Price peel away at the ghostly state of the boudoir (which the makers make clear was run by a woman) to uncover the horrific violence the local men inflicted on the innocent ladies of the establishment,whose ghostly aftermath has been left nestled within the walls.
View on the film:
Retaining his roots as a prolific poster designer in the 60s and 70s once he moved into making Adult Movies during the Golden Age of skin flicks, and later saying in a interview that he felt an obligation to the producers to shoot "hard-core" scenes in a certain way they would be happy with (rather then what he would have liked) co-writer/(with regular collaborator Daria Price) director Armand Weston finishes his credits by reuniting with cinematographer Joao Fernandes for a thrust into the mainstream.
Continuing his exploration of how sensuality fits into a landscape, cultural or environmental, Weston displays a welcomed, unexpected patience in holding back from unloading a premature climax, instead sinking Cochran into the foundation of the mysterious house (the exterior being the real Armour-Stiner House) which brings up a thick atmosphere of Gothic Horror dread, spun in crawling panning shots along the red and pink silk drapes lining the house.
Entering the house with Cochran, (played by a very good Robin Groves,who keeps the slow-burn going until she explodes into a Scream Queen) the screenplay by Weston and Price peel away at the ghostly state of the boudoir (which the makers make clear was run by a woman) to uncover the horrific violence the local men inflicted on the innocent ladies of the establishment,whose ghostly aftermath has been left nestled within the walls.