Conquest (1983)

the most fantastique of all fantasy cuz it actually feels transmitted from another dimensional plane. every scene is clouded in iridescent fumes & i dont know why anybody does anything. why does ecco the dolphin save a crucified freegan warrior from drowning? our realm is…

pd187

This movie is seriously so inspiring. It just makes me want to pick up my li̶g̶h̶t̶s̶a̶b̶e̶r̶ lightbow and go on a hazy retrowave quest to kill all the werewolves, mud zombies and exhibitionist witches that terrorize my town. After all the evil is vanquished, I will…

Lou (rhymes with wow!)

So many critics of this movie ding it for being technically unpolished, as if the foggy, hazy, "let's shoot right into the sun" look was at best ill advised or at worst a terrible choice. It was the best choice. No other movie looks like quite like this, and that look is a…

laird

Fulci fell asleep at 4 AM in a bean bag chair after ingesting a pound of edible gummy bears while a TV played a fuzzy Turkish rip-off of QUEST FOR FIRE, his stereos blasted Goblin on loop, and the Frank Frazetta blacklight posters on the walls reflected the shine of his…

Justin Decloux

What the hell was this Fulci. I mean all this soft focus and Vaseline that really made it hard to make out the barely pieced together story and when we get dark cave shots might as well make up your own narrative at that point. It does feel like a paint by numbers sword and…

pirateneckbeard

!!!::: INTO THE FOG DRENCH COVEN :::!!! i wanna be a gorgeous, naked, steel-masked necromancer zombie witch! i want to Control the SUN & the MOON! so my werewolves will cry: "OCRON WILL TAKE AWAY THE SUN! ONLY NIGHT!" i wanna be OCRON! i want an army of…

clare

Elemental, hazy nightmare archetypes induce a constant state of anxiety. At times feels like Fulci's version of Boorman's EXCALIBUR only with cheaper drugs.

matt lynch

A quest through wasteland. Fulci arrives at his beloved apocalyptical images by a complete different path. The Beyond goes barbarian. Dramatic thin, but so haunting that never matters. From the first image onwards, a work of mad genius.

Filipe Furtado

Lucio Fulci’s: The Fog I imagine this is what the Godfather of Gore’s dreams and nightmares looked like. a surreal portal into a fog-soaked mythical realm where bodies are torn apart by Wookiee-like beasts and all sources of evil must be banished before the naked sorceress…

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