DAY 11
Mill of the Stone Women: Italian horror goes color! The historical significance can't be understated, given the country's parade of all-time visual masterpieces in the genre that are to come, which comes as a surprise then that this felt strangely flat, with the lighting being too overbearing to let the luridness of the color choices come anywhere near what the heights of its descendants would achieve. This isn't to say that it doesn't produce some solid visual moments throughout, but it does feel like it has put up a barrier that it can't break through. The biggest problems with the film, though, aren't of the visuals, but the issue of having a great idea for a story and a not-so-good story execution. The premise is quite good: the dark secret of the mill (of the stone women!) winding up being two that are related to one another is a good spin, and despite the title, this flirts with a particular kind of supernatural creature without having to carry all the baggage if they were to have engaged with it directly and makes it ripe for an intriguing reinterpretation. The problem is that, well, it's not even really sure what it wants to do with what it has, leading to a story that feels very confused about when to hit the gas and not knowing how to connect much of anything to one another. It gets on the wrong foot almost immediately by heading right into the love affair and it never recovers properly, especially when the climax is in sight and it just keeps trying to lengthen it needlessly. It's such a poorly told story that it effectively teleports players to where they're needed without any kind of reason how or why they got there. Of course, story cohesion is frequently not the reason why one goes around watching Italian horror films in the first place, but it's hard to forgive this one in particular when it does largely dispense with the overtly supernatural elements in large and instead grounds itself as best it can, making such missteps all the more damning. As is often the case, an important film isn't necessarily a great one, but it is frustrating that for all the promise that the underlying idea behind this story was, it's not even fit to be particularly good.
The Curse of the Werewolf: Hammer makes its first and only werewolf movie! Though Terence Fisher is behind the camera, the lack of Cushing and/or Lee would certainly be enough to keep most folks away, especially with some new guy named Oliver Reed that no one had heard about before this film as the star. But despite the setting changing to Spain (the Bray Studios version of Spain, at least) and the lack of familiar faces, this is undoubtedly a Hammer production in texture and detail, filled with the same handsome appearance and a dignified tone for normally lurid subject matter, along with a gorgeous score. The tone is an especially important detail for this production in particular, as Hammer decided to throw out the rule book for this film and crafted themselves a nicely literary film. Starting with a long windup to describe the social situation that brought major players to begin with, the function here is not only effective in driving home the large scope of the tale but also instilling a sense of how important the social hierarchy of this era of Spain was for how it can twist even the purest at heart into acts of unspeakable evil. There's also a strong flavor to having this werewolf be of spiritual origins, an unusual take by any metric, but one that puts much more emphasis on the impending tragedy than the grislier aspects. There is blood, but it's never the focus of the story and all the better for it. The story is so interesting because it's not a conventional werewolf tale that it should come as little surprise that the weakest parts of the films are when there is substantial werewolf action. Backloaded as it is, it doesn't amount to much more than watching a werewolf climb buildings as angry villagers seem somewhat confused by his antics. That was never the aim of the film, though; not with a story this laden with interesting themes, not with the largely good acting across the board, and not with a great lead performance from a future titan of acting who amazingly doesn't appear for more than half of the film. It's such an engaging film because it is so atypical for a genre that can't wait to show you how they pulled off the transformation sequences, how good the makeup looks on werewolf and victims alike and can often forget the tragedy that powers these tales. The ending here is especially effective in that regard, not because we lose the connective tissue between all the leads in the cast with the death of our tragic hero, but with all the various subplots coming together at that moment, we also know that their suffering will last long past the end titles. In other words, this may just be the saddest howler of them all, and all the better for it.
71 films are coming on up!