Trapped Ashes Streaming
Jeudi, mai 13th, 2010 |
Trapped Ashes Streaming.
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‘Trapped Ashes’ is a ‘horror’ anthology with each episode slice by a different director. There’s an unpleasant lot of sex on explain, but not considerable new, inventive awe, and the main reason for this is a limp and gawky script by the otherwise fabulously named Dennis Bartok.
You know Ken Russell’s segment isn’t going to be out and out gore, but a gaze at his back-catalogue reveals the guy’s no stranger to rude imagery, and as you’d inquire of, his share is the most successful.
‘The Girl With The Gold Breasts’ makes the most of a venerable conceit, and it’s to Russell’s immense credit that he turns such an uneventful tale into something so watch-able;
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A wannabe Hollywood actress, undergoing a routine cosmetic way, receives vampire breasts. When she complains, we procure to notice Russell and two other aged guys, dressed in very disturbing slip, eventually revealing they have pleasing vampire breasts as well!
That’s it. It’s comical, quite bizarre, and you’re left scratching your head a bit afterwards.
‘TGWTGB’ shows Russell’s imagination is as warped and prankish as ever, and an interview on the ’special features’ reveals him to be cheerfully demented.
The other three films are no-where reach as solid. Sean S. Cunningham’s is a kind of live-action/Manga hybrid status around a Buddhist temple with plenty of sex as you’d inquire of, but not noteworthy chills.
Monte Hellman’s part seems to be a thesis on why Kubrick left for Europe in the 60’s; his girlfriend was a witch apparently.
The final sage by John Gaeta, an fx man, about a goth’s relationship with the tape-worm she was forced to part her mother’s belly with, has at least the embryo (apologgys droogies) of a edifying concept, but the climax is so determined it falls straight off the mask.
Joe Dante does the linking sage, and apart from a stale cameo by Dick Miller, it goes absolutely nowhere.
The ‘twist’ is the kind of post-modern nonsense that gets contributed to druggie art-school rag-mags. I’m all for wracking my brain if there’s payola at the crunch, but it impartial doesn’t happen. It’s no wait on that the acting is so slothful and one-dimensional either, you don’t care if anyone dies or not.
Unfortunately, apart from Russell, it’s all a bit of a slider. Needs a remarkable more subversive and haunted writer to collect the best out of these guys.
3 stars for Lionsgate giving Ken Russell work and putting the British Film Industry to shame, but it’s a agreeable 3.
If you’re a fan of cinematic fright anthologies in the spirit of “Cat’s Inspect,” “Trilogy of Scare” and “Asylum,” to name a few of the better crafted examples of this subgenre, you won’t be disappointed by “Trapped Ashes.”
To originate, the title of the film itself evokes haunting memories of “Burnt Offerings,” so - gentle viewer - it should reach as no spoiler to you that the four “guests” (including couples) compelled to deliver the stories of their “WORST Suitable LIFE NIGTMARE” in order to race from a Hollywood set-piece disquieted house, as “hosted” by the always quirky but oddly avuncular “tour leader” Henry Gibson (best remembered for his memorable performance in Robert Altman’s “Nashville”), well … suffice to say that they are NOT going to be able to successfully “verbalize for their salvation” under ANY circumstances. They’re doomed from the moment they space foot in the mature Norman-Bates-like “hotel.” In fact, they were doomed BEFORE they entered. But why? Clue: There is a karmic, cyclical element inherent in their collective damnation. But! No spoilers here, fans. Unprejudiced search for! Carefully.
Each of the guests, to attach it mildly, gives “bizarre” a whole unusual semantic, as evidenced by their “beget it or not” tales of ultra-steamy demonic sex, parasitic mammary implants, embryonic, alienated [and “hooked”] twin sisters, and accurate friendship sabotaged by nothing less than a modern-day succubus. What fun!
I was elated to scrutinize directorial efforts from the always-over-the-top likes of dilapidated genius Ken Russell; steady-state solid work from the indelibly accurate apprehension maven Joe Dante; and most surprisingly of all (at least for this reviewer), I found director Sean Cunningham’s exploration (and exploitation) of “unconventional Oriental eroticism” to be the MOST arresting and fresh of all five of the vignettes (the “wrap around” legend included), a memoir so modern and so stimulating (in more ways than one), that you’ve never seen it before but you will WANT to scrutinize MORE of this “labor-of-love (and lust) ” style of late-nite fable telling. “Jibaku” (which is Japanese for [loosely translated], “I sacrifice my have mortal life for you so that you will have to sacrifice, in turn, YOUR mortal life for me [with the implication being: Because it’s the ONLY plot we’re going to be able to be together until the waste of time!]”) is - at worst - a selfish worship tale with a horrific twist; at best, it’s a poignant sage of two terminally lonely people who “near together” (under extremely tenebrous circumstances), a respectably radiant American lady on vacation (with her less than sexually-fulfilling husband) and a elegant young Japanese “monk” tormented by the insanity-inducing life of a monastery, where eroticism of ANY kind is strictly verboten. I actually cried when I watched this particular vignette from the immensely talented Cunningham (a revelation considering he came from “Friday the 13th” roots), such was its overpowering haunting effects upon me. Kudos all around then, but especially to Sean Cunningham for his amazingly, global-minded exploration of “the inhuman condition,” no matter where in the world one happens to glean themselves.
Without dragging this review out beyond the attention span of ANY potential viewer, honest RENT (or retract) “Trapped Ashes” for a stormy night’s satisfying fulfillment of lust, zigzag adore, greed, fright, suspence, a bit of the aged “ghastly out,” but principally - five first-rate pieces of macabre fiction fine for those who objective can’t derive enough of this kind of anthologized mesmerism. Pick Up “Trapped Ashes” if you can. It won’t give you nightmares fortunately (nobody wants those), but it will beget you smile … crookedly, and leave you guessing as to the fate (and its raison d’etre) of the ill-fated “tour go(n) ers.”
Kudos to Henry Gibson as well, for acting as the “microscopic bit too innocent looking” passe man, leading the guests through a a house and a night they’ll never forget, nor ever seem to remember either, as they narrate it over and over and over again. But wait! Have I said too great already?
Stop me now before *I* become the next victim of a 6th vignette, and the FIFTH guest gory-story weaver in “Trapped Ashes.” Objective Ogle It, dear fans! Enough said.
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