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THE BURNING MOON
When
- Tuesday
- Feb. 14, 2012
- 10:00 PM
Description
RARE ARCHIVAL 35MM SCREENING sponsored by VULCAN VIDEO!!!
It's Valentines Day. A time for Satanism. Disembowelment. Sexual assault. Brains splattered across a studded codpiece. By the time this anti-human masterpiece debuted, shot-on-video horror was a decade-old art form. The largely American, welfare-caliber subgenre had been pioneered by fun loving splatterfans and/or frugal fad-riders, most of whom were initially able to turn their quickie stab-by-numbers productions into profitable ventures thanks to a burgeoning independent VHS market. Few titles aimed above the waistline, and fewer still took themselves seriously enough to carry any impact. In the midst of countless belching aliens and bikini demons, German opus THE BURNING MOON invaded video shelves with a vicious wrath. Where most horror films feature a recognizable threat (i.e. zombies, psychopaths, robots, etc), Ittenbach's anthology broadly pits man against the world, every inch of it drowning in rage and darkness. From the opening segment, there's no reprieve from exploding heads, heroin needles, burning crucifixes and slaughtered children. Power tools drill through clenched teeth, men devour their own entrails, and any potentially sympathetic character quickly finds themselves penetrated by some unholy thing in some unmentionable place. A particularly notorious segment appears to have actually been shot in Hell. The scene's increasingly creative brutality culminates with a mercilessly slowed shot that's more nauseating than anything in gore cinema's past or future. THE BURNING MOON is clearly a product of its creator's boundless hatred of humanity. There's no doubt that Ittenbach was destined to either make this film or rape wolves. His misanthropic fury is the framework for every word and image, and shapes a compellingly claustrophobic display of unapologetic violence. (Zack)
It's Valentines Day. A time for Satanism. Disembowelment. Sexual assault. Brains splattered across a studded codpiece. By the time this anti-human masterpiece debuted, shot-on-video horror was a decade-old art form. The largely American, welfare-caliber subgenre had been pioneered by fun loving splatterfans and/or frugal fad-riders, most of whom were initially able to turn their quickie stab-by-numbers productions into profitable ventures thanks to a burgeoning independent VHS market. Few titles aimed above the waistline, and fewer still took themselves seriously enough to carry any impact. In the midst of countless belching aliens and bikini demons, German opus THE BURNING MOON invaded video shelves with a vicious wrath. Where most horror films feature a recognizable threat (i.e. zombies, psychopaths, robots, etc), Ittenbach's anthology broadly pits man against the world, every inch of it drowning in rage and darkness. From the opening segment, there's no reprieve from exploding heads, heroin needles, burning crucifixes and slaughtered children. Power tools drill through clenched teeth, men devour their own entrails, and any potentially sympathetic character quickly finds themselves penetrated by some unholy thing in some unmentionable place. A particularly notorious segment appears to have actually been shot in Hell. The scene's increasingly creative brutality culminates with a mercilessly slowed shot that's more nauseating than anything in gore cinema's past or future. THE BURNING MOON is clearly a product of its creator's boundless hatred of humanity. There's no doubt that Ittenbach was destined to either make this film or rape wolves. His misanthropic fury is the framework for every word and image, and shapes a compellingly claustrophobic display of unapologetic violence. (Zack)
