Mattei departed this mortal coil via a film that is the perfect summation of everything he ever contributed to the world of cinema
Francesca he intends to press against her will into decadent royal society, which in classic style involves lots of cavorting, eating of turkey legs, mild orgies, and devil worship
In five minutes, you gave me Ken Foree in micro-shorts, full frontal nudity, and murder by steam room. By the time we got to the frozen flying eel, I was willing to pledge my very soul to you
One of the first heavy metal horror films, though it draws more from the Grand Guignol stage theatrics of KISS and Alice Cooper than the pentagrams and pantyhose of glam metal
If exploitation cinema can be traced to a single wellspring from which all its filth and fury flows, an argument can be made that said wellspring is Dwain Esper
This is one of those fragmented movie memories where the only thing I could remember was ‘Amanda Pays turns into a fish’ — and even that I convinced myself happened in Leviathan.
It turns out that no magical incantation or talisman was needed to defeat these particular mummies, but instead just a couple of supermodels hurling sticks of dynamite.