Emilio Miraglia is an Italian director who was most active in the 1970’s. He directed around six features (though he could have worked uncredited in more) and then vanished from the scene (literally). While he directed different genres, he’s most famous for two features: The Night Evelyn Came Out of the Grave (La notte che Evelyn uscì dalla tomba) and The Red Queen Kills Seven Times (La dama rossa uccide sette volte). Trailers (NSFW!) and more after the break.
Lucio Fulci has many films to his credit that exemplify his talents as one of Italy’s foremost horror directors. Zombie Flesh Eaters, City of the Living Dead and The Beyond to name a few and those were his most celebrated but he had a career spanning three decades. A lot of his projects were deliberate choices, creative endeavours so The Black Cat might seem an odd choice for Fulci but between his directing style and the way the film turned out, I think it’s one of Fulci’s better films.
One of the early 80’s slashers, Madman is soaked in the myth of the evil that lurks just beyond the treeline. A group of camp counselors are packing up the kids in their charge for the end of the summer and responsible adult Max tells one more ghost story at the campfire. But in true form, the tale they tell is real. Madman Marz killed his family, was lynched by the townspeople and then escaped into the woods around his house. He’s not been seen since but if you say his name above a whisper, he’ll get you. They do. He does.
I think I’ve been a fan of John Ford films longer than I’ve known who John Ford was. Basically, if you watched any of John Wayne’s Western output that is head and shoulders better than most, you probably seen a John Ford directed Wayne flick. While The Searchers will always be my favourite Ford Western, a few years ago in the (now) sadly missed Laser Video shop on George’s Street, I rented a movie that had two things that I’d never seen on a case before: ‘Starring Henry Fonda’ and ‘Directed by John Ford’. I’m a huge Fonda fan and John Ford is onto a God in my eyes so I paid my money and took a gander by my nickelodeon. Now, Arrow Film are back with a wonderful restoration of the film. Too liberal with the truth to be a biopic, too truthful to be fiction, the story of Old American West legend Wyatt Earp as only John Ford can tell it: My Darling Clementine.