In both films, death both threatens to throw a society into disarray and serves as a possible corrective for corruption.
Arrow Video sheds clarifying light on Argento’s elusive and hallucinatory Deep Red, without compromising the film’s unnerving bottomlessness.
This restoration of Suspiria is revelatory and head-spinning.
Argento’s late masterwork remains a real eye-opener, and it’s never looked better than in this new Blu-ray presentation.
Arrow Video continues to prove that horror films are as complex, resonant and worthy of respect and contemplation as classics of any other genre.
An anomalous “baguette western” from the late ‘60s comes to home video, and it’s a revelation of harsh, melancholy fatalism.
Riffing on early portions of Thomas Harris’s novel of the same name, Hannibal is similarly liberated by its protagonist’s unmasking.
Demons 2 trades in its predecessor’s penchant for wall-to-wall gore in favor of surreal shocks and quasi-Cronenbergian craziness.
Some extras would be nice, particularly considering the legends who had their hands in this vibrantly cynical rock horror film.
The film is dispiriting because there’s virtually no sign of Dario Argento in it, nor of any novel motivation to mount yet another version of an oft-told tale.
The band's tour includes two dates at Austin’s Housecore Horror Film Festival just in time for Halloween.
Peter Strickland understands the most terrifying subtext of any horror movie and brings it brilliantly to the forefront: the fear that you, and everyone else, are all alone.
A merely mediocre genre outlier, Cold Eyes of Fear gets a serviceable Blu-ray transfer, unburdened by much in the way of extras, from Kino Lorber and Redemption Films.
Ryuhei Kitamura’s latest genre bloodbath is par for the course, in spite of the occasionally flourish of interesting subtext.
In terms of demographics, Dario Argento is clearly intended as a text for both newcomers and knowledgeable fans alike.
The skimpy extras are disappointing, but this gorgeous transfer of a horror classic is still a must-own.
McDonagh goes to town pointing out the many ways that one can appreciate and even find meaning in Argento’s fragmented images.
A preferable alternative would be watching Debbie Does Dallas while squirting Hershey’s Syrup into my mouth.