MY CALL: Perhaps the most boring Italian horror film I’ve ever seen, this alleged sequel to a “haunted house” movie boasts nothing scary or particularly interesting. MOVIES LIKE Shock: For more (and decidedly better) Italian horror try The Other Hell (1981; still not so good), Manhattan Baby (1982; utterly senseless but entertaining), The Beyond (1981; awesome), Zombie (1979; awesome), City of the Living Dead (1980; awesome), Aenigma (1987; utterly senseless but entertaining), The Church (1989; utterly senseless but entertaining), Phenomena (1984; utterly senseless but entertaining), Suspiria (1977), Inferno (1980) and Mother of Tears (2007). That should get you started! ALTERNATE TITLE: Also released as Beyond the Door II.
This film is very, very, very slow. Not a slowburn, but just plain slow. It takes us forever to get to the point–which, by the way, I do NOT think is an actual sequel to Beyond the Door (1974). Perhaps in theme, although that’s it. But in the mean time we suffer through perhaps the most disastrously poorly scored horror film I’ve seen in a long time–and yes, I’m including synth scores. LOL.
Dora (Daria Nicolodi; Phenomena, Mother of Tears), her young son Marco (David Colin Jr.; Beyond the Door) and his stepfather Bruno (John Steiner; Caligula) move into a new home to find that Marco isn’t handling the transition so well. He behaves strangely and rather casually threatens to kill his mother. I think we can all agree that is NOT normal. Meanwhile Bruno secretly keeps the basement locked, yet somehow Marco keeps getting down there. I’m guessing we’ll discover some dark family secret down there later. Way to be subtle.
It turns out Dora had a tortured mental history after the suicide of her drug-addled first husband. And now it turns out their new home was her old home…where he killed himself! Bruno somehow doesn’t see how this would pose a problem. Dora is paranoid and being haunted by her bedroom furniture and spectral boxcutters, young Marco continues to act out, and Bruno is blind to anything out of the ordinary. Ultimately there is a twist, and I couldn’t care less.
Now I’m no Italian horror expert, but Mario Bava seems to tell a much more organized story than the typically haphazard Dario Argento or Lucio Fulci ever did. The problem, however, is that his easy-to-follow story has nothing interesting in it! I criticize Argento and Fulci to no end in my reviews. But make no mistake, they always manage to entertain me. This hardly boasts enough to keep my eyes open.
This was Mario Bava’s (Black Sabbath, A Bay of Blood) final feature film, and the only one I’ve seen so far. The quality presented here doesn’t exactly make me want to venture through his back catalog. I’m not saying this may not have been decent back in 1977, but by my 2016 standards this is awful. And not like “fun” awful–just plain awful, and dreadfully boring. My only joy that came from this movie experience has been writing about it. Sorry, Bava.
