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Post by franklinmarsh on Aug 21, 2016 22:06:26 GMT
Indeed it does! I've tried reading both Justine and The 120 Days Of Sodom but failed miserably. On the film front, loved Chemical Wedding and became fascinated by De Sade after discovering a photo spread in Witchcraft or Cinema X or one of those jazz-mags-in-all-but-name. Have obtained a DVD but haven't got around to it yet. What's more shocking - the fact that direction is credited to Cy Raker Enfield of Zulu fame - or the fact that Cy is short for Cyril? Internet rumours abound that Roger Corman actually directed most of it so I get the feeling it may be a feature length version of the dream sequence from Masque Of The Red Death. Also on the to watch pile is Marquis De Sade : Justine. A bit surprising that AIP funded De Sade when they'd already pissed away a million dollars by handing it to Jess Franco to film Justine. Saddled with Tyrone Powers daughter in the title role, Jess did manage to bring in a few of his regulars such as Howard Vernon. Klaus Kinski pops up as the mad Marquis. AIP were a bit miffed with Jess's two hour version so lopped out thirty mins and put it out as Deadly Sanctuary. Jack Palance's pissed out of his mind cameo is supposed to be worth catching. Also so far unwatch is Pasolini's Salo. One day...
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Post by dem bones on Aug 22, 2016 9:15:00 GMT
More French Revolution supernatural fiction. Marjorie Bowen - The Fair Hand Of Ambrosine ( The Bishop Of Hell, 1949) Wilkie Collins - Nine O'Clock! ( Bentley's Miscellany, 1852). E. C. Price - A Coachful Of Ghosts ( Strange Secrets: Told by A. Conan-Doyle & Others (R.F. Fenno, 1895) 'Dryasdust' - A Tale of the French Revolution — The Barber's Story ( Tales From The Wonder Club Vol II, Harrison, 1900) can be read on-line here courtesy of Project Guthenberg. Marie Antoinette - or at least, a wax model of her - is among the 'Dummies Of Horror' which do for Robert and an entire cinema audience in Ramsey Campbell's After The Queen (Hugh Lamb [ed] Cold Fear, 1981). Louis XVI's wife is among the bevy of historical beauties serviced by Jim Maddock, super-stud, in Jerome Bixby's The Best Lover In Hell ( Devil's Scrapbook, Brandon House, 1964; reprinted in Linda Lovecraft [ed] More Devil's Kisses, Corgi, 1977) At a push Paul Mudie's cover painting for Eighth Black Book Of Horror might be the aftermath of a busy afternoon at the Place de la Révolution.
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Post by cromagnonman on Aug 22, 2016 19:00:55 GMT
Purely in the interests of completeness and topicality you understand, its worth pointing out that Justine is the subject of the latest feature from Pachamama Films; that outlet of artistic expression for the febrile visions of the Bolivia based auteurs Jac Avila and the delightful Amy Hesketh. Currently in post-production it promises - based on previous productions - to be.............visually rewarding.
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Post by dem bones on Aug 29, 2016 8:08:13 GMT
A borderline case from the shudder pulps. Rudolph Belarski “Awake, my dear?” he questioned. “Welcome to my Golgotha." (Cover reprinted from Galactic Central) Will Garth - Cellar Of Skulls: ( Thrilling Mystery, May 1940). Nina Benson attends the Medical Center dance to meet the colleagues of her fiancé, Dr. Bill Merritt, for the first time. Among these marvellous medics, old Dr. Wirt who tragically lost a hand and a leg in a car accident, ending his career as a surgeon. The Medical Center keep him on out of kindness though really he should be in an asylum for the criminally insane. Bill's father, who performed these amputations, was promoted in his place - not that Dr. Wirt is the least bitter about this, you understand. Even if he hates Merritt senior and everything dear to him. Even if he has been collecting skulls by means of an improvised guillotine in his secret basement laboratory ever since. Now for his ultimate revenge! Nina looked up and saw suspended directly over her neck a terrible instrument of destruction. It was a tremendous, crescent-shaped thing of steel, with a razor-sharp edge, and it was suspended on a rope from a rafter. Leo Marguiles, editor of Thrilling Mystery, insisted on a story to accompany the lurid cover artwork, and set his speed pulpsters to work. " When a cover came in, I'd hang it on the wall and let them look at it, and then have someone sit down and write a story about it." Unusually for the shudder pulps, the results were very brief filler pieces. As Robert Kenneth Jones puts it; "They were actually nothing more than an explanation of what the artist depicted, with the author's byline naturally, a house name." Will Garth's three-pager being one such example.
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Post by dem bones on Aug 29, 2016 16:52:44 GMT
C.C. Senf If you like your ghost stories melodramatic, this ones for you. Capwell Wyckoff - The Guillotine Club: ( Weird Tales, July 1929). Monsieur Louis Dallard, the kindly old scholar and author of a well received history of the French Revolution. Although no aristocrat himself, still he champions the nobility in print. One night he visited by his friend the local baker, who has just undergone a frightening experience on the Rue St. Antoine involving a beautifully attired gentleman with a tell-tale red ring around his neck. Meanwhile across town, M. Ferroe the ironworker has been robbed of his most treasured possession - the axe of the guillotine that removed Louis XVI's head. Further inexplicable thefts occur and more sightings of aristo-spectres are reported. What can it all mean? M. Dallard investigations are rewarded when he receives an invitation to the eeriest annual reunion. At first, all is well, M. Dallard enjoys the most exhilarating experience of his life, but ... Download it via SFAudio
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Post by fullbreakfast on Sept 3, 2016 16:19:20 GMT
De Sade also gets a part in Roger Zelazny's science fantasy novel Roadmarks. Been a long time since I read it, but I recall a scene where our man goes on the rampage mounted on the back of a T. Rex. Seem to recall it being quite a fun read, though probably a lesser Zelazny overall.
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Post by fullbreakfast on Sept 3, 2016 16:27:19 GMT
One of the odder films I've seen is Marquis, directed by Henri Xhonneux, which I took in at the local arts cinema as a student. It's kinda based on de Sade's life and works but with all the actors wearing dog masks and various bits done in claymation. Of note, de Sade has a talking penis called Colin, who gets distinctly upset when de Sade tries to roger a crack in his cell wall at the Bastille. I'm not actually making this up.
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Post by dem bones on Sept 3, 2016 20:25:19 GMT
One of the odder films I've seen is Marquis, directed by Henri Xhonneux, which I took in at the local arts cinema as a student. It's kinda based on de Sade's life and works but with all the actors wearing dog masks and various bits done in claymation. Of note, de Sade has a talking penis called Colin, who gets distinctly upset when de Sade tries to roger a crack in his cell wall at the Bastille. I'm not actually making this up. Memo to self. Don't look up 'Henri Xhonneux marquis' in google images when you've a mouthful of beer ...
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Post by fullbreakfast on Sept 4, 2016 15:25:18 GMT
One of the odder films I've seen is Marquis, directed by Henri Xhonneux, which I took in at the local arts cinema as a student. It's kinda based on de Sade's life and works but with all the actors wearing dog masks and various bits done in claymation. Of note, de Sade has a talking penis called Colin, who gets distinctly upset when de Sade tries to roger a crack in his cell wall at the Bastille. I'm not actually making this up. Memo to self. Don't look up 'Henri Xhonneux marquis' in google images when you've a mouthful of beer ... Colin's a cheery looking chap, all things considered! Don't think I knew what to make of the film at the time, but having just looked it up I see the script was by Roland Topor of The Tenant fame, and it does seem to fit with his kind of off-kilter surrealism. Which actually makes me want to see it again.
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Post by Craig Herbertson on Sept 5, 2016 20:23:52 GMT
One of the odder films I've seen is Marquis, directed by Henri Xhonneux, which I took in at the local arts cinema as a student. It's kinda based on de Sade's life and works but with all the actors wearing dog masks and various bits done in claymation. Of note, de Sade has a talking penis called Colin, who gets distinctly upset when de Sade tries to roger a crack in his cell wall at the Bastille. I'm not actually making this up. What aspect of my upbringing or genetic makeup makes me put this immediately at the top of my 'TO WATCH' list.
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Post by jamesdoig on Sept 17, 2016 23:03:39 GMT
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Post by dem bones on Sept 18, 2016 9:45:59 GMT
That's a great cover by Norman Saunders. There's a huge book of his work that was remaindered in Australia at Dymock's for just $20: I'll bet it's an absolute beauty. His cover paintings define the spicies just as Howitt's work defines the weird menaces.
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Post by mcannon on Sept 18, 2016 12:15:27 GMT
That's a great cover by Norman Saunders. There's a huge book of his work that was remaindered in Australia at Dymock's for just $20: I'll bet it's an absolute beauty. His cover paintings define the spicies just as Howitt's work defines the weird menaces. It certainly is a lovely book. I snapped up a copy when I saw it in the deletions stacks, and since then I've often wished that I'd bought a couple of extra copies. Mark
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Post by margot on Oct 21, 2016 15:13:21 GMT
Purely in the interests of completeness and topicality you understand, its worth pointing out that Justine is the subject of the latest feature from Pachamama Films; that outlet of artistic expression for the febrile visions of the Bolivia based auteurs Jac Avila and the delightful Amy Hesketh. Currently in post-production it promises - based on previous productions - to be.............visually rewarding.
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Post by dem bones on Oct 23, 2016 19:16:14 GMT
A belated thank you for sharing this, Margot, and welcome to Vault. "A film more sadistic than de Sade himself" is probably accurate as, if his biographers have him right, contrary to his writings, he doesn't seem to have been a particularly "evil" man. Another for the list. An intriguing weird tale of the French Revolution - a romantic and appealing story that begins under the shadow of the guillotine, by the author of 'Roads' and 'The Phantom Farmhouse.' Virgil Finlay Seabury Quinn - Susette: ( Weird Tales, April 1939). "Whom do you chose for husband now, milady, the poor despised Macrin the farrier's son, or the chopper?" Mordecai Westhorne, a New Englander in Paris at the height of The Terror, is an involuntary witness to the state sponsored slaughter in the Place de la Revolution. He hates it, wants to conclude his merchant business in the city and get home to civilisation US style. But when Westhorne rescues beautiful Susette Louvegny, the Comtesse d'Aules, from a pair of Robespierre's agents, he makes a dangerous enemy, Macrin Henriot, in the process. Henriot, the playmate of Susette's youth, grew to be an embittered, drunken, failed blacksmith. Prone to delusions of grandeur when not preaching revolutionary tract, he demanded Claudette's hand in marriage, "but Gentlewomen do not wed stableboys, however long they have known them." Henriot swore vengeance, and it was he denounced her father to the Tribunal. Very soon the Comte was named among those unfortunates who had "drawn prizes in the lottery of Madame Guillotine." With their lives in danger, the one hope is for Westhorne to smuggle Claudette aboard his brother Hezekiah's ship bound for Boston. But - horrors! On the eve of departure, Susette is abducted by Henriot's cronies, and the worst of it is, he loathes her more than ever. The clubbing he took from Westhorne has further damaged his brain and crippled him for life! A combination of shock at the extent of her once-friend's injury, and the prospect of losing her pretty head, brings on a cataleptic attack. Presumed dead of heart failure, Susette is duly taken away and buried in a three year old grave at a remorseful Henroit's expense. The news is the finish of Marjotte, her devoted old servant, who expires on the spot. Westhorne is in pieces. So near to deliverance and the brightest future with the woman he loves, and this catastrophe! Were Seabury Quinn another Sir Charles Birkin, he'd have ended the story on that cheerful note. But we who have read his Jules de Grandin adventures know that the nihilistic kiss off is beyond him. Even so, Susette is buried alive, pleading her God to let her go to the guillotine rather than endure the agonies slow suffocation, and her lover is near suicidal. How can Mr. Quinn possibly put a positive spin on this marvellous misery fest? ..... to be continued ....
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