Bill Zebub has launched a Kickstarter for the re-edit of “Jesus, the Daughter of god” which is not renamed to “Quantum Leap of Faith.”
The reason for this re-edit is because the movie has been out of circulation for a while, and some fans contacted Bill Zebub to ask for replacement copies of their lost discs.
Additionally, people asked for the movie at horror conventions.
Bill Zebub launched this campaign to see if the requests for the movie were genuine, and indeed, this is the case.
This is a re-edit, which makes use of Bill Zebub’s new skills and ideas. This also makes sure that the original cut still remains valuable. Some fans like to collect extra copies of movies because they know they can sell for hundreds a few years later. Bill Zebub does not want to diminish the invenstment.
Enjoy this parody of Slayer’s “Post Mortem” (Post Raisin Brand) by Bill Zebub. Youtube age-restricted this because the community standards are those of Puritans, but you can just sign in to youtube and free yourself from the imbeciles.
Fulci seems to have an audience that adores him but also is considered boring by many. I fall into the second category, so don’t let me color your expectation.
As someone who is not emotionally invested in the director’s work, I find the critics who gush about him to be delusional. However, there are people who gush about Tarkovsky, who see things in the movies that I find simply mediocre. This means that I am stupid or the worshipers are out of their minds.
There was an episode of Penn & Teller’s “Bullshit” in which waiters (actors in disguise) served mere tap water, but they gushed about the fluid in the flowery language, making poems out of their personal evaluation. Customers tasted the tap water and agreed that the taste was exceptional. When I read critics praise Fulci, I feel like I am watching this prank. There is a bonus feature in the disc that has something like this.
When I was a kid, I hated detective shows. I considered them boring, but more importantly, I noticed that every episode had exactly the same structure. How could no one else detect that?
The Italian version, the giallo, is equally predictable. The most obvious culprit is not the guilty party, and the least likely is the villain. Such is the case with this movie. I should make bets how quickly I can guess in these types of movies.
Where some critics find important messages stitched into the story, I find mediocre writing and points that don’t need to be made in movies. Did Avatar really send a new message by stating that corporations are bad? Couldn’t all that money be used to communicate better ideas?
Let’s say that this movie is a social mirror, showing the male supremacy and superstitious nature of people. First, the point doesn’t have to be made. If you need someone else to point out these things, then you are too stupid to do anything but add to the problem.
On the surface, it’s praiseworthy to criticize such things as male supremacy. But why are there no solutions offered? Well, it’s dangerous when a person pulls an idea out of his ass and then immediately declares it the right thing to do. You have to test ideas on a small scale to see if they have any merit.
The point is that the weak and unnecessary point in the movie, if you even detect them, do nothing.
I went into this movie knowing that I would be bored and that I would predict things that were meant to be surprising. I considered it a waste of time, but I know that there are fans of this director and fans of the genre, but that also means that a review is unnecessary.
The synopsis was compelling, but when I watched the movie I felt like I was fooled like a person at a carnival who believed that for the price of a ticket I can see a six-legged sheep.
To put it bluntly, this movie is afraid of its subject matter. The synopsis warned of a scene in which a man violently forces himself on his stepdaughter, but the scene is so bad that it;s comical. The “violence” is him slapping her, which knocks her out. This actually made me laugh out loud, especially with the slapstick sound effect.
In case you’re not aware, this is a Japaneses movie, which makes the failure more ridiculous because there are many Japanese movies that handle this subject matter masterfully. The only visceral thing about this movie was trying to resist ejecting it from my player. That was a constant struggle.
The dialogue is so bad that you can derive more drama from an old Godzilla movie. I tried to imagine that the writing was stylized so as to give it a chance, but it was impossible. It truly seems like whoever wrote the screenplay had no social interactions in real life and definitely conducted no research into anything depicted in the movie.
I wasn’t kidding about the acting being so bad it was funny. The sexual scenes are hilarious, especially when an old man is trying to pleasure the young woman with a massage, and she looks like she is having an epileptic seizure, all while hiding her nipples and being engulfed in a blanket from the waist down.
In addition to desperately hide breasts at all costs by the characters themselves, the cop-out technique of having nudity obscured by objects in the scene being at the right place in front of the camera is aggravating, not artistic.
Nothing is accomplished through acting. Rather; dialogue replaces action. Instead of the woman being seductive, a co-start says. “You are seductive.” You can place the voices over two rolls of toilet paper side-by-side and you would have the same performance.
Every character is either a caricature or a a lifeless prop.
Don’t trust any of the sales points or the synopsis. It is pure deception.
This album reminds me of the first time I head Manowar, which was the “Into Glory Ride.” That is not to say that SCALD is in any way similar in style. It’s the feeling of discovering something amazing and being unable to shed the music from my consciousness.
Every song on “Epic Doom Metal” is solid, and much of it is so memorable that ear worms will haunt you for a long time.
The title is a bit of a misnomer because the musical style isn’t doom, although there is a bit of ’70s flavor and the spirit of the greats from that era.
I am unsure if the vocalist is a permanent member or a sessions player, but his voice is a major reason why these songs are extremely enjoyable. It’s hard for me to compare him to anyone else. Suffice it to say that the vocals are clean, with a notable passion that delivers the lyrics in a heartfelt performance.
Manowar unified many factions of metal, and this album will do the same, whether you favor Power Metal, Death Metal, Doom, or the myriad other styles. There is no way that you will fail to respect this music. I foresee that this album will become legendary.
Most movies about serial killers are so watered down that they could be played on a woman’s romance channel. All of them ignore the fact that serial killers are sexual predators. That behavior is completely omitted from the movies.
Some movies show a little bit of gore, but not enough to paint the picture, even when the killer is the type who wants to horrify those who discover the bodies.
Why do movie-makers leave these things out? If you read books about the killers, every detail is vividly described. Why are you forbidden from seeing such things in movie?
Perhaps it is a remnant of Hollywood self-censoring so that religious imbeciles are appeased. Perhaps it is a remnant of the Victorian Age when man was exalted to ridiculously unrealistic levels. No one can live up to an ideal, so bizarre expectations lead to misery.
There is unfounded worry that seeing rape will turn you into a rapist, or that if you watch porn then you will be less likely to vote guilty in a rape trial. Beyond that, it is considered low-grade to show things as they really are. Again, details of the behavior of serial killers is described in books. Why not in movies?
Most movies about serial killers are basically just soap operas. The dialogue is completely fiction, as is the behavior, so much so that the character names in movies should be changed. It’s deceptive to name a movie after a serial killer when almost nothing in the story is true.
The day may never come when a movie satisfies the type of person who enjoys reading true-crime books and studies in criminology. many Americans are sexually repressed, sexually ignorant, and squeamish. The ones who aren’t don’t comprise a large enough audience for a movie to rise above the low standards.
Evilenko is not an exception to anything I have stated, but it has Malcolm McDowell.
In one of the many bonus items of the new 4K transfer on Unearthed Films, Malcolm stated that he did not want to depict someone who is real. He wanted to use his skills to make a character.
If you are familiar with Malcolm, then you will agree that he gave an impressive performance. He truly became someone else.
It was interesting to see the bland life in a communist country, but it was ruined by the British accents. This isn’t England. It made me recall how much I despised a cable show about Catherine. Everyone spoke in English accents, and some Russians were played by Africans. My point is that, if a there is some effort to bring authenticity, like wood carvings that are common in Slavic countries, why ruin that with a completely different ethnicity, whether it’s Celtic of African? That is understandable in a high school play, but not in a period piece.
Another annoyance was modern slang. Russians do not have the same stupid sayings as Americans. This kept shattering the illusion that I was watching something take place in Russia, even with the backdrop.
The dialogue was lazy in many places. I never want to be smarter than the movie. I can’t count the number of times I finished sentences in my head that the characters spoke word-for-word. Some situations were also as easily predictable.
It seems that this is a bad review, but despite the flaws of the movie, I enjoyed Malcolm’s performance, and some of the bland aspects of life in a communist setting were effective. If you converse with someone from another country, you might discover drastic differences in life. Someone from a small village in Ukraine might be shocked that half an aisle in a supermarket is composed of many different brands of coffee, for example. You might have an entire room in your house specifically for your trove of DVDs and posters covering most wall space, whereas someone in another country might only have the bare essentials.
Watch the movie for Malcolm, but if you want to discover the deeds of the serial killer, he described his rapes, tortures, and killings in court. If you read those transcripts, you will discover everything that this movie left out.
