While yesterdays duo of “Don’t”s had the most ubiquitous
message when they assured, somewhat misleadingly, Don’t Be Afraid of the
Dark. Today’s film, coming in at Number
2 on the countdown, comes from Italian horror master Lucio Fulci, and, in the
inverse, it has an impenetrable title which only viewing the film will explain.
Popularly known as Don’t Torture a Duckling, the original Italian title, Non si
sevizia un paperino, actually translates more literally as Don’t Torture Donald
Duck, but even in an age where Escape from Tomorrow is a film that gets
released, it is hard to imagine the litigious House of Mouse letting that kind of
title fly. Coming off three solid thrillers, Lizard in a Woman’s Skin, One on Top
of Another, and Beatrice Cenci, Don’t Torture a Duckling was the first of his
films to really delve deep into a horror, albeit a human one. It also marks
Fulci’s first real foray into gore while he was still at the top of his giallo
game. Lucio reportedly named it as his favorite among his catalog, and I have
to admit in advance that it ranks pretty high up there for me. I was actually
surprised I had yet to review it as I've watched it a good half dozen times.
So, I suppose do what you want to a calf, a kitten, a puppy, a chick, or a
fawn, but whatever you do Don’t Torture a Duckling.
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Mental Health Awareness Month: Hour of the Wolf (1968)
When Ryne from The Moon is a Dead World asked for folks to participate in Viewer Vomit for this month, I had no idea what movie he was going to choose. In a stroke of good fortune, well, fortune, he picked Ingmar Bergman’s 1968 film Hour of the Wolf. It’s honestly not a movie I would pick to watch on my own, but the themes of madness fit perfectly into Mental Health Awareness Month. My knowledge of Ingmar Bergman begins and ends with The Seventh Seal, and I hadn't watched that in over 20 years. And, yes, before you do the math, that means I watched it to try and get more out of Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey. So I won’t claim or act like I’m an expert on the Swedish director or this type of art house fare. Frankly, it’s not really to my taste, but from what I‘ve read, Hour of the Wolf is the closest Bergman ever got to making a horror film. (I suppose chess playing with an embodiment of Death doesn’t count.) There’s no doubt that there is a lot of horrific ideals to be found in Hour of the Wolf, but there was a different kind of terror in store for me.
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