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Gory Stories!!!



Demons (1985): A man with a half metal face hands out passes to a new movie at Berlin's Metropol. Nostrodamus' grave is found, predicting the coming of the Demons, and sure enough, one of the prostitutes in this assortment of folks puts on the mask and cuts herself. She becomes a demon (in very graphic detail) and starts to infect everybody locked inside the theater. A group of punks who snort coke and steal cars end up letting one of the Demons out, thereby infecting all the world. Understand that? Me neither!! Supersplattery effects, great cast, excellent film idea, this one is definetly a keeper.

City Of The Living Dead (1983): I found one plotline in this gorefest from hack film-maker Lucio Fulci. A priest's suicide opens the gates of hell in the mythical Lovecraftian town of Dunwich, Massachusetts. This is a loooooong stretch of a time waster and hardly worth staying awake for. However if ya can stay awake, two supercool effects are in store for you. First, a guy gets drilled through his head for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and two, some chick pukes out her internal organs (in the order they reside in your body no less!!!) for no apparent reason. This movie is not actually worth watching save for these two scenes. It'll put ya to sleep faster than a six pack and a handful of tranquilizers. Alternate title is The Gates Of Hell.

Maniac (1980): Tom Savini did the special effects for this one right after he finished Friday the 13th. The effects make this movie. He's almost embarrassed to have his name on this one, and I can't blame him. This is one step away from "splatter pornography." A sleazy, repulsive, greasy loser was treated badly by Mom and has grown up to be a serial killer in New York City. Frank Zito lives in a dingy room, where he has candles, pictures of Mom, and mannequins you don't want to know what he does with. He goes about killing girls and scalping them, nailing the hair to his dolls and talking to himself. He's more than messed-up!!! One day, in Central Park, a lady takes a picture of him and this is where the movie goes downhill. I'm still trying to figure out what a high fashion photographer would see in a guy like Frank Zito. Oh well, I didn't film it. Watch this for the effects; Tom Savini was still "hungry", but I don't recommend it for anything else.

Capsule reviews by Zen Eric.



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