At first: Harmony, a charming town in small town America. Laughing, laughing a Kaiser is bleak place, empty, devoid of motives and interests, which turns everything around a mine, a supermarket and a little money from the motel where infrattarsi with local hookers (more or less professional) - all of classical topoi 'horror, which will be badly used later. In return, the city (yes, in short, more or less) is inhabited by a monotonous undergrowth of idiots, psychopaths and horned (Difficult, honestly, to say which of the three categories prevail, demographically).
In this idyllic setting is triggered the tragedy: a young beggar (masterfully misinterpreted by that Jensen Ackles), as the son of the owner of the cabin, is unexpectedly put to work in a mine. Following his absolute and total stupidity, a group of six miners became involved in an explosion (reason: gas) and buried under the rubble. It will be extracted, but unfortunately, five of the six victims of the disaster have received so much loving pickaxe to the head from the sixth man, the lovable Harry Warden - who has been so restricted oxygen, to be able to get out vivo, although in a coma. One year after the good
Harry wakes up in the hospital, and has not forgotten or not at all metabolized the matter well: indeed, cheerfully massacre (with bare hands? Or had, please, leave the pick among the personal belongings? Mah) Assorted hospital staff, leaving the astonished cops a pout-pourri of dismembered bodies (literally: torso on one side, the other legs, voilà), rib cages ripped, heart extracts, various short delicatessen.
That ardor is not without purpose, clearly, the proud picconate want posted to a party with all the worst of local youth, shrewdly kept the mine above (the creativity of teenagers Indians) to take revenge on the misguided youth responsible for the accident (on behalf of Tom, I know that morivate by the desire to know) etc etc. En passant, variously limbs all those he meets, forcing a generational change is not expected. Unfortunately for Harry - and for you, that you would have saved well over an hour of film - some callow resist, slowing the massacre until the police arrive. I like cops chasing mascheratissimo (looks like a Darth Vader before his time, especially for the heavy breathing barely above it everywhere) killer up & down the mine, the smitragliano of bullets, and finally emerge victorious. Pare.
Ten years later, we carried over to Harmony and, surprise! He has not changed shit! The place is always immersed in the identical, very often blanket of unnecessary misery. Only Tom is gone, having lost a bit 'of peace with Valentine's Day massacre. Returns, the wise guy in order to sell off his father's mine (who knows why, then, with many beautiful memories that we had). Is accepted, as appropriate, as one who brings death (all convinced that Harry Warden is dead but will soon return to pursue the former young, still and always awkward), or as one who wants to rediscover the former side, now wife of the sheriff. In short, a welcome full of affection. Nevertheless, it stops (for sexual purposes, of course), and actually the massacres to take over pickaxe. With them begins the welter of assumptions about who is responsible malvagissimo. First bettors focus on Harry Warden. Yes, that killed ten years earlier. In order to bring down the odds a bunch of old man (former police chief, former head of the mine, etc.) leads the young players at the place where they gave (the elders), with their hands, the burial was picconate Prince of Harmony. Too bad the pit is empty. On the other hand, we learn that he had been buried with the mask and pick. A touch of class, respect for the dead (if it were). Ridiculous scenes abound, and the 3D effects are systematically used in school to say the least. People are being pitted repetitive manner (preference for large skull and ribs), the mysterious killer shortness of breath (halitosis? suspect yes) announces the time, anywhere in good time. Fortunately, he also read the minimal grammar of horror movies, though, and then reveals itself only when we expect it. Mom, what a fright! The plot, on the other hand, refuses to unfold, remains forever stuck at the same, stale, period.
comes the final, and some pitiful attempt to mislead there has certainly prevented to maintain the firm conviction that behind the Mascherona (and asthma) Assassin lurks a certain person - you have put in about 9 seconds to figure it out, and you were wrong. By contrast, the inhabitants are all very hard on the uptake, and do not get it until you find a pickaxe planted in some more or less vital organ. Natural selection, come to think about. Someone saved by immoderate ass, or do not own merits. The climax was, surprise, in the mine (they had closed, the fools). They will go out a couple (canonical, man & woman, nothing innovative, no hope) of survivors moderately heroes. And, as is proper, the killer himself. Question: But in America really policemen, firemen, soldiers do not notice if one of them moves away from the scene of the tragedy with a mask that hides his face, swaying and dripping with blood? It will be special training ...
An aesthetic considerations, in closing: The next time you make a horror 3d, the canonical role of victim-women-naked, with two boobs to choose a more exuberant. Otherwise the three-dimensionality of effettone I remain mortified. Thanks.
In this idyllic setting is triggered the tragedy: a young beggar (masterfully misinterpreted by that Jensen Ackles), as the son of the owner of the cabin, is unexpectedly put to work in a mine. Following his absolute and total stupidity, a group of six miners became involved in an explosion (reason: gas) and buried under the rubble. It will be extracted, but unfortunately, five of the six victims of the disaster have received so much loving pickaxe to the head from the sixth man, the lovable Harry Warden - who has been so restricted oxygen, to be able to get out vivo, although in a coma. One year after the good
Harry wakes up in the hospital, and has not forgotten or not at all metabolized the matter well: indeed, cheerfully massacre (with bare hands? Or had, please, leave the pick among the personal belongings? Mah) Assorted hospital staff, leaving the astonished cops a pout-pourri of dismembered bodies (literally: torso on one side, the other legs, voilà), rib cages ripped, heart extracts, various short delicatessen.
That ardor is not without purpose, clearly, the proud picconate want posted to a party with all the worst of local youth, shrewdly kept the mine above (the creativity of teenagers Indians) to take revenge on the misguided youth responsible for the accident (on behalf of Tom, I know that morivate by the desire to know) etc etc. En passant, variously limbs all those he meets, forcing a generational change is not expected. Unfortunately for Harry - and for you, that you would have saved well over an hour of film - some callow resist, slowing the massacre until the police arrive. I like cops chasing mascheratissimo (looks like a Darth Vader before his time, especially for the heavy breathing barely above it everywhere) killer up & down the mine, the smitragliano of bullets, and finally emerge victorious. Pare.
Ten years later, we carried over to Harmony and, surprise! He has not changed shit! The place is always immersed in the identical, very often blanket of unnecessary misery. Only Tom is gone, having lost a bit 'of peace with Valentine's Day massacre. Returns, the wise guy in order to sell off his father's mine (who knows why, then, with many beautiful memories that we had). Is accepted, as appropriate, as one who brings death (all convinced that Harry Warden is dead but will soon return to pursue the former young, still and always awkward), or as one who wants to rediscover the former side, now wife of the sheriff. In short, a welcome full of affection. Nevertheless, it stops (for sexual purposes, of course), and actually the massacres to take over pickaxe. With them begins the welter of assumptions about who is responsible malvagissimo. First bettors focus on Harry Warden. Yes, that killed ten years earlier. In order to bring down the odds a bunch of old man (former police chief, former head of the mine, etc.) leads the young players at the place where they gave (the elders), with their hands, the burial was picconate Prince of Harmony. Too bad the pit is empty. On the other hand, we learn that he had been buried with the mask and pick. A touch of class, respect for the dead (if it were). Ridiculous scenes abound, and the 3D effects are systematically used in school to say the least. People are being pitted repetitive manner (preference for large skull and ribs), the mysterious killer shortness of breath (halitosis? suspect yes) announces the time, anywhere in good time. Fortunately, he also read the minimal grammar of horror movies, though, and then reveals itself only when we expect it. Mom, what a fright! The plot, on the other hand, refuses to unfold, remains forever stuck at the same, stale, period.
comes the final, and some pitiful attempt to mislead there has certainly prevented to maintain the firm conviction that behind the Mascherona (and asthma) Assassin lurks a certain person - you have put in about 9 seconds to figure it out, and you were wrong. By contrast, the inhabitants are all very hard on the uptake, and do not get it until you find a pickaxe planted in some more or less vital organ. Natural selection, come to think about. Someone saved by immoderate ass, or do not own merits. The climax was, surprise, in the mine (they had closed, the fools). They will go out a couple (canonical, man & woman, nothing innovative, no hope) of survivors moderately heroes. And, as is proper, the killer himself. Question: But in America really policemen, firemen, soldiers do not notice if one of them moves away from the scene of the tragedy with a mask that hides his face, swaying and dripping with blood? It will be special training ...
An aesthetic considerations, in closing: The next time you make a horror 3d, the canonical role of victim-women-naked, with two boobs to choose a more exuberant. Otherwise the three-dimensionality of effettone I remain mortified. Thanks.
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S. Valentino blood - 3d
S. Valentino blood - 3d
In a sentence: "IlMaiNato was better" - which is saying something. Or: "Come on, it's him, clearly." Then, after an hour and a little more: "I told you it was him."
Sconsigliatissimo: who wanted to go see a movie with effects, not only Indeed, without film. And those who were uncomfortable with guts constantly on display (delicatini!).
Rating: KKKK (for me 'rubbish ste two are equal)
Sconsigliatissimo: who wanted to go see a movie with effects, not only Indeed, without film. And those who were uncomfortable with guts constantly on display (delicatini!).
Rating: KKKK (for me 'rubbish ste two are equal)
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