
I’m lookin’ to make a come back! The RETURN OF ITS BLOGGIN’ EVIL!!!!

I’m lookin’ to make a come back! The RETURN OF ITS BLOGGIN’ EVIL!!!!
Can you remember the last good vampire flick? Does Underworld count? My mind can’t conjure up one better than Interview with the Vampire, but of course, all of these examples are mainstream, hollywood-produce examples. Am I shunning the back alley projects? Perhaps I’ve just seen too much horror movies. I can’t recall the last indie vampire project that was actually worth a viewing. Unfortunately, I still haven’t come across such a worthy viewing even if the topic of this review is a vampire genre film called Dead Cert.
A tough London gang are ruthless when it comes to territorial disputes, taking care of their competition with merciless violence, but when an Iranian businessman comes into town, Freddy and his gang don’t know what they’re getting themselves into. The Iranian businessmen are more than just land searchers, they’re legendary vampires looking to reclaim what they claim is theirs – the London land. Freddy’s club becomes their base of operations when Freddy’s boxer Dennis loses his bout against an Iranian brute.
Powerful opening scenes are hard to come by as Hollywood’s creativity diminishes with each and every year. In fact, creativity and imagination is practically dead in Tinsel Town. Now-a-days, we have to rely on indie productions to fulfill the gaps of dullness in our lives when it comes to fantasy. Luckily, our hi technological ways have brought us the power of recording images; in this case, VHS, DVD and Blu-ray. Joseph Ruben directed a memorable opening scene of Terry O’Quinn, you know, the guy from the hit TV series Lost, walked down the stairs to a mutilated layout. No words, hardly an action had to translate the scene. This is a specific time in perfection.
Jerry Blake is a traditional family man; he enjoys dinner with his wife and child; he works in real estate and provides a good upbringing for the most inexcusable children. This perfect husband is far from perfect. He’s actually a deranged psychopath in search for a traditional family setting and if they turn out disobedient, he turns them into sliced deli meat. After he finishes up, he moves to another serene town on the lookout for a single mother with fatherless kids to work his way into and start all over again.
When a story becomes too fantastic and passing the point of belief when it’s suppose to feel true, doesn’t speak very highly of the story’s quality. The draining feeling of being sucked into such can only leave a bad taste in a viewer’s mouth. Why does this happen, you ask? The story starts to stretch, reaching a highly unobtainable goal to which we’re suppose to believe that can happen when we know for a fact that there is about a zero to null chance of that event from ever occurring in real time. If a fantastic story done correctly, your brain doesn’t have to stretch beyond it’s belief and accept the novel nature of the story’s reason or direction. Isidro Ortiz’s Shiver, not to be confused with David Cronenberg’s Shivers, is exactly the correct method in suspending our disbelief below our threshold of reason.
Santi is a tormented high school kid with an over protective mother. His severe physical allergic reaction to sunlight and his teeth deformity has labeled him forever a vampire boy by the school bullies. When the doctor suggests moving Santi to a dimmer part of the country, he and his mother waste no time settling into a small village nestled deep with in the crevice of mountains. Peace and quiet is far from achieved as local murders have been pinned to Santi who quickly believes he is the next victim of a monstrous forest killer.
In the midst of my own journey as I move north to face new challenges (and to move in with my fiance), I find the time in this busy futuristic lifestyle of packed boxes and neglected rest to sit and watch Fred Williamson’s 1976 Death Journey released by Code Red DVD. I adore Code Red; their fans get what they ask for as Code Red’s ears are surely open and ready to receive the intake of rare and outrageous selections. However, Death Journey marks my very first concern for the DVD label as I’m not sure what pinpoints to be very unique of this example of blaxploitation besides being very bland.
When two New York City lawyers fear their case against a crime lord will die with the rest of their murdered witnesses, they hire Jesse Crowder, a former cop whose mercenary tactics are undesirable but effective. His $50,000 mission is to escort Finley, a former account of the crime lord, across the country to testify, but at every turn, trouble lies and waits for Jesse and Finley.
Watching Death Journey was painful. I hate to admit that, but the truth must be told. Being exposed to various convoluted stories, my mind has become a complex web of complexities. This back-to-back sequel to No Way Back, also released in 1976, bares a simple-minded story and executed in a simple-minded way. Pointless exposition describing their every action boggles down the flow of the plot and the obviously bad choreographed fight scenes reveal the faux blows, the dimwitted edited and the placing of the shot directly on a downed villain to show that he has been knocked out by Crowder’s martial arts skills.