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Post by Vits on Sept 1, 2017 11:56:39 GMT
TONY MANERO was made 2 years before POST MORTEM, a movie with the same director, lead actor and atmosphere... and yet, I can’t believe the difference in quality. Both are dark but, here, there are shots where we can't see anything. There are also shots where people look blurry only when they move. I'm sure it was all on purpose (it was filmed using a Super 16mm camera), but that's no excuse. Even if I was wrong about that, there are other issues. The pacing is unnecessarily slow and, for some reason, the title character (a man that’s so obsessed with SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER that he’s willing to kill) is less interesting than a guy who works at a morgue. Even though there are some shocking moments, the last 10-15 minutes (the most important ones) are predictable. 4/10 ------------------------------------- You can read comments of other movies in my blog (in English, in Spanish or in Italian).
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Post by mikef6 on Oct 27, 2017 21:47:52 GMT
My second film from Chile. Raúl cares about one thing: dancing like John Travolta in “Saturday Night Fever.” He has a week to practice before appearing on a national TV show to choose the “Tony Manero of Chile” (Tony Manero is Travolta’s character). He is the leader of a little dance troop who are housed in a rundown building that they are using for a theater. To finance his act and an upcoming recital, he begins to commit murder for small things like a color TV and a wristwatch to raise money. From the unemotional way he goes about killing, the suspicion is that he was a serial murderer even before the movie opens. It is the late 1970s during the Pinochet regime, so the repressive police are only concerned with anybody printing anti-Pinochet literature, a sideline of a couple in his troop. Raúl is emotionally blank. He has nothing to give. Perhaps that is why the three women in the group, one approaching elderly, one middle-aged, and one barely a teenager, all vie for his attention even though he offers them nothing. This is not a slasher; almost all the killings take place off-camera or below the frame, but it is a deeply and deceptively (the impact may hit you days later) disturbing portrait of an empty man – a horror show himself moving uncaring through a brutal society.
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