Andrea Bianchi and
Gabriele Crisanti bring you...Le notti
del terrore!
By Michelle Alexander
The late
1970s-early 1980s was a golden era in Italian horror cinema as directors such
as
Dario
Argento, Lucio Fulci and Ruggero Deodato were setting box offices on fire with
the
most
famous/infamous movies of their careers. At the same time, producer Gabriele
Crisanti, noting the
success of his fellow countryman, was determined to claim a slice of the money-making pie. Along
with a small stable of regular collaborators, Crisanti quickly churned out almost a
dozen low-grade potboilers which gave the target audience exactly what they wanted –
blood, boobs and bush in spades. Plots take a back seat in favour of cheaply executed but
graphic jack-in-the-box gore scenes,
gratuitous sex and nudity (often
juxtaposed
with sexually violent deaths), and an all-round fetid, sleazy atmosphere. The
characters
are often unlikable bickering oddballs who are hacked up off one by one, set to
a
background
of occasionally recycled locations and music. Always astute of the
marketability
of his
product, Crisanti rapidly turned out film after film with similarities, albeit
on a much
more limited
budget, to whatever what was in vogue with moviegoers at the time in the
horror and
softcore genres.
Following
the phenomenal success of Dawn of the
Dead (1978), a steady flow of walking
dead-themed
films - mostly from Italy - rapidly followed,
such as Zombi 2 (Zombie, 1979),
Incubo sulla citta contaminata (Nightmare
City, 1980), Virus (Hell of the Living Dead,
1980), Paura nella citta dei morti viventi (City of the Living Dead, 1980) and Zombi
Holocaust (1980). Noting this trend, Crisanti promptly hired director Andrea
Bianchi, whom
he’d
previously collaborated with on the sordid exorcism/nunsploitation hybrid Malabimba
(Malabimba: The Malicious Whore, 1979). By
utilising the apocalyptic nihilism of the
zombie genre
and blending it in with their own misanthropic, perverse filmmaking universe,
the pair created
a derivative but hypnotically strange undead saga. Bianchi and Crisanti’s
productions
are also notorious for going where even seasoned genre practitioners wouldn’t
touch –
pushing the boundaries of graphic gore and sex in the hope of delivering the
nasty
goods to the
spectators hungry for such thrills.
Le notti del terrore (Burial
Ground, 1981) begins with a pre-credits sequence. Delving
into
research at his centuries old sprawling villa, Professor Ayres (Raimondo
Barbieri)
uncovers an
ancient Etruscan tomb deep beneath its foundations. However, the professor’s
discovery
also unleashes a horde of rotten, worm-infested and bloodthirsty zombies who
immediately
devour the helpless man, accompanied by Elsio Mancuso and Berto Pisani’s
eerie
electronic soundtrack. Cue opening credits, which the music abruptly cuts to
some saxy lounge music that sounds composed decades earlier, and indeed it was
– this particular music cue was first used in a 1963 film, Katarsis. Three couples, invited by Professor Ayres who is intending
to show them the tomb, arrive at the villa. However they have no idea of his
demise and settle in, awaiting his arrival. One of the couples, George (Roberto
Caporali) and Evelyn (Mariangela Giordano), have brought their son Michael (Pietro
Barzocchini aka Peter Bark) with them. Michael is not only extremely odd in
appearance (the character is meant to be pre-pubescent – Bark was 25 years old
at the time, but appeared middle-aged due to progeroid symptoms) but also in
manner. He has a disturbing Oedipal fixation towards his mother, spying on her
during sex and trying to feel her up. The main characters frolic around the
villa, completely oblivious that the living dead are creeping up all around
them. Before long though the guests discover the reason for Professor Ayres’
disappearance and are having to have to fend off the zombies, who,
interestingly enough, have the ability to operate power tools, throw knives,
and use battering rams to bash through doors. At one point they even disguise themselves
in monk’s habits to ambush our heroes. One by one the guests are slaughtered, entrails
are ripped out and consumed and the body count piles up – until we get to a
notorious scene which I guarantee will stay burned in your mind forever.
Evelyn, one of the last survivors, is thrilled to see Michael is still
apparently alive. In her delirium she fails to see he is well and truly a zombie,
and when she sees him staring at her breasts she has no qualms about offering
him one to suckle. “Just like when you were a baby...” But Evelyn’s ecstasy quickly
turns to agony when Michael chomps down on her nipple, ripping the whole thing off.
Mother and son are therefore forever reunited amongst the living dead, with the
final two remaining survivors are also quickly wiped out.
While on
paper Le notti del terrore may sound
like an unimaginative, pointless, by-the-
numbers
zombie quickie, Andrea Bianchi and Gabriele Crisanti have worked their dubious
magic yet
again. The combination of truly rancid-looking, wormy zombies, the incest
subplot, and
buckets of queasy gore create an unforgettably clammy, sickening, nauseating
atmosphere
with an effective sense of doom from the beginning, managing to override the
typically
atrocious dubbing, sub-porno standard acting - with the exception of Mariangela
Giordano,
who gives it her all especially when she’s kicking zombie ass - and the
absolute
minimum in
terms of plot and characterisation. What differentiates Le notti del terrore from
other Living
Dead-themed features of the era is that it has Bianchi and Crisanti’s
trademarks
stamped all
over it. Unashamedly outrageous,
audacious, with a shock factor that still packs a punch
today, it utilises a simple formula (‘So Dawn
of the Dead had blood and gore in it? Well we can
do better that that – we’ll put ten times the amount of blood and gore in. And
put in lots of
hot naked women too!’) Script development is left behind in the slow lane in
favour in the sex
and violence elements, which are in fifth gear from the beginning. Special
mention is also
given to the wonderfully old world grand set location of Villa Parisi (which
can also be seen in
another Crisanti production, Patrick vive
ancora (Patrick Still Lives, 1980))
and ominous
electronic score - save for the anachronistic
jazz music. Le notti del terrore has
its own unique
appeal that makes it such a memorable film. It’s a down and dirty, endearingly inept and
gloriously trashy zombie saga that those in the know should get a kick out of.
All others
should proceed with caution... and NO politically correct expectations
whatsoever!