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“An imperfect, offensive, low budget horror nightmare. Pink Eye may at times seem like it was rush produced, but the low budget atmosphere quickly absorbs the minor bumps and blemishes and allows a strong ensemble to shine through like the sheen of a bloody pool seeping through the ceiling from an upstairs murder scene.”

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What would it take for you to pull your own eyes out? Not just pop out your own eyeballs… peel your eyelids off, too. Pop out those slimy orbs and pull those optics nerves until they snap. Force your fingers into the holes left in the front of your face. Reach in, and pick at the flesh until you can pull out chunks of brain meat like ground, bloody sausage. For one patient in this asylum for the insane – it’s a combo of drugs mixed with PCP causing her and scores of other patients to become homicidal maniacs. In Pink Eye, the mad have been medicated with uberviolent experimental pharmaceutical cocktails, and those who don’t tear out their own eyes are killing the staff and about to break out of the facility onto the streets. For one family living in a town nearby, life is about to become a living hell.

Savage Roses Productions (Addiction, Aunt Rose, Eat Your Heart Out) returns with director James Tucker at the helm once again, guiding another sick ship written by Joshua Nelson. Pink Eye centers around a prison-like hospital for the severe mentally ill, where two doctors are conducting chemical tests, injecting phencyclidine into the rabidly mad. Phencyclidine, known on the streets as PCP, is a psychotropic anesthetic that was infamous for disconnecting its user from their environment or body, allowing them to become capable of extreme actions because of their high threshold for pain – such as breaking bones to pull ones own hands through handcuff rings, or yanking on the steel so inhumanly hard that the links actually break.

Deemed illegal and banned from use, two doctors (under the guidance of a greedy, heartless pharmaceutical company) are leading tests nonetheless, injecting PCP cocktails into the mad. The result is an extreme outbreak of homicidal mania and self abuse, as patients tear themselves and others to shreds, about to break out upon the streets of an innocent town at any moment. One particular patient has taken to the drugs in a most unique way – his body deformed and covered in open sores, his mind twisted into a knot that wants to kill every last living creature in the world with his bare hands, blistering with poetry – Edgar breaks out and the body count soon begins to rise.

Edgar (played commandingly by newcomer Joshua James) is not normal. He wears the creepy mask of a swollen, pink eye victim, and about every word he speaks are quotations from Edgar Allen Poe. He poetically maneuvers his way through the hospital dispatching lives with scalpels and a pairs of human hands driven by the maddest of minds. When he gets out, crosses the woods and meets the little girl of a nearby family within, his focus soon turns to Delilah, an exceptionally beautiful victim. Delilah (played by the alluring Melissa Bacelar) is quickly captured, and soon its up to Brandon (Joshua Nelson) and an investigating officer to enter the asylum, survive the bloody carnival of evil within, and save her from the grips of a hell bent maniac.

The gore, when it struck, was supreme. Broken heads, knuckle deep eye wounds – the makeup and effects are vicious and convincing (save the bad angle on the crowbar/skull piercing at the end). The acting was especially far and beyond. Melissa Bacelar has a great screen presence. She dominates with ultra feminine charisma and is addicting to watch, and can even steal a scene from a cute little girl. Nelson is a little masculine monotone in his role, but its like an artistic grey that allows the other colors to seem more vibrant. From Raine Brown’s freak out sessions to the excessively cute Emma Hinz – Pink Eye is an example of how good low budget horror can be when you have a mega-talented cast and crew behind it. Joshua Nelson’s screenplay is lively and oddly artistic – the actors are as sharp as scalpels – Marc Fratto (director of Last Rites of the Dead) inputs on an excellent atmospheric soundtrack – and James Tucker brings out the most it has to offer with another directorial slam dunk that lingers like a lingering, vivid nightmare.

Final analysis: An imperfect, offensive, low budget horror nightmare. Pink Eye may at times seem like it was rush produced, but the low budget atmosphere quickly absorbs the minor bumps and blemishes and allows a strong ensemble to shine through like the sheen of a bloody pool seeping through the ceiling from an upstairs murder scene. Once again, Savage Roses puts together a ton of underrated talent and delivers a uniquely raw horror experience – its shortcomings being the budget only. The directing, bloody effects, and acting take this film far beyond the mass of low budget efforts. It has that gritty 70’s feel of an early Tom Savini/Wes Craven cross. Id even go so far to say that if Tucker’s films had been introduced to wide audiences in theaters in the late 70’s, I think he could have made as strong an impact as the like of an early Carpenter or Craven. What comes across in the end isn’t the same style (to each their own) – but it manages to tattoo your imagination with a likewise unique strength. In the past five years, when it comes to low budget films, Id be pressed to name a better horror filmmaking team than Joshua Nelson and James Tucker. If you don’t manage to catch Pink Eye at a conspicuous late night theater on the coast, watch for it through pus-crusted eyes to hit DVD shelves in 2008.

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Forgotten ’80s Satanic Panic Horror Gem ‘The Kiss’ Is Worth Rediscovering

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Joanna Pacula is Felice Dunbar in The Kiss

Horror was thriving so well in the 1980s that movies like Pen Densham’s The Kiss (1988) would understandably get lost in the shuffle, only to then gain their fans later on in life. Even still, this one Canadian-American curio has had a more challenging time than others, as far as contemporary reevaluations go, which is very likely due to the movie’s limited availability—at least as of this write-up.

However, the scarceness of The Kiss, while a bit annoying, makes it like catnip for ‘80s horror completists everywhere. Hopefully, a lot of them will walk away satisfied after watching this hidden gem.

Even though The Kiss was intended as the first of several horror collaborations between Astral Pictures and TriStar, as well as the first feature produced by Densham, Richard B. Lewis and John Watson’s Trilogy Entertainment Group, it ended up being the only one produced from that former union. Once the movie was released, TriStar’s distribution jitters—they opted for a regional rollout—did the $6-million flick no favors. TriStar’s cold feet toward horror releases have been well noted, but The Kiss still did a tad better than Night of the Creeps (1986), another genre outing that flopped due to its regional opening.

Shot in Montreal, but set in Albany, New York, The Kiss—which was still called The Host just a few months before its October premiere—concerns an average middle-class family and their forthcoming situation. The uncanny problem in store for them was, in fact, set in motion some years earlier. As that hot and dusty flashback to the Belgian Congo shows, a familial curse was set upon the two Dunbar sisters well before Meredith Salenger’s teenage character was born.

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Meredith Salenger, Nicholas Kilbertus and Mimi Kuzyk in The Kiss

The Kiss, which was based on a story by co-writer Stephen Volk (Ghostwatch) and penned by both Volk and Tom Ropelewski, has the outward appearance of The Stepfather (1987). This movie, though, is anything but a gender-flipped retread of that classic domestic disturber. For starters, The Kiss is far less grounded in reality—that much is clear from its unsettling opening scene. There, a trusting girl (Priscilla Mouzakiotis) is the victim of her own deceptive aunt (Céline Lomez); the movie’s titular act, and the story’s first shock, becomes the means of transferring an ancient evil from one host to another.

In the present day, Salenger’s role of Amy Halloran, a religious schoolgirl, is dealt a harsh blow in life once her mother, Hilary Halloran née Dunbar (Pamela Collyer), suddenly dies in a freak accident. But rather than a complete stranger sweeping the Halloran widower (Nicholas Kilbertus) off his feet some months later, Joanna Pacula’s character is that chosen temptress. Here, Pacula plays the grown-up version of the afflicted girl last seen in the movie’s opener. Since Amy’s mother is insistent about there being no reunion between estranged sisters, and she even contemplates buying a gun shortly before her tragic demise, it’s presumable that Aunt Felice poses a threat to her family.

The Kiss isn’t a movie ever too concerned about its own predictability. The audience is indeed often one step ahead of the story here, but also keep in mind how every one of those steps is loud. Take, for instance, the death of Amy’s mother; the Halloran matriarch goes out in garish, gruesome fashion, as a supernaturally commandeered truck sends Collyer’s character through a store window first, then leaves her one leg short. The directorial enthusiasm truly comes out in horrific moments such as these.

The Kiss is always sure to revel in its characters’ ills and misfortunes. So if the plot doesn’t impress, then its lurid parts should. Amy’s mother’s exit scene was proof of an eager, first-time horror director proving his worth. Then, bestie Heather (Sabrina Boudot) survives to tell the tale of a bizarre escalator mishap that, despite showing relatively less gore, spikes viewers’ empathy meter. The wilder bits of this movie, however, commence with that inevitable hookup between Felice and Amy’s bewitched father; their kitchen coitus is paralleled by Amy’s feverish classroom terror. The outcome there is a disquieting cross-cut of sex magic and a young woman’s menstrual onset plus hallucinations.

Sabrina Boudot in The Kiss

From foam appliances to bladders, that parade of special effects in The Kiss casts its own spell on the audience. Felice’s familiar, a visibly malevolent cat, was realized here with several models, some more articulate than others. Admittedly, the demon cat’s not as convincing as most of the effects here, but accepting that artifice, as opposed to fighting it, will make the whole experience way more enjoyable. As for the makeup used to manifest Felice’s inner villainy, it is more minimal and subtle than one might like; yet the work done to turn Pacula into an antithesis of herself is nonetheless compelling.

The otherworldly perils and dreadful goings-on wouldn’t work half as well as they do in The Kiss without the story’s contrast effect. Finding frights in picturesque, extremely ordinary settings was something that took off in the ‘80s, thanks to that sweeping shift to locales like the suburbs. And Amy’s home, a replica of a real Montreal suburban house, is the ideal battleground for any proper good-versus-evil story. It’s also prime real estate for this movie’s satanic panic-inspired horrors.

Because of their ostensibly similar plots, The Kiss has been compared to The Exorcist (1973). Except in Densham’s movie, the sinister, non-Christian entity targeting a teen girl lies within something less apparent and, perhaps, more devastating upon its exposure. To an outsider, Pacula’s Aunt Felice is too beautiful and unobjectionable to ever suspect of being a monster. More suspicious is how quickly she rips into the fabric of the Halloran home. Felice’s mere presence upsets the “texture of family life,” according to the director.

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The demon cat in The Kiss

Taking out Amy’s mother and best friend, and distracting her father, would suggest The Kiss is playing by a different set of rules. It is initially leaving its adolescent target unsupported in a rather grim scenario. In contrast, though, this story offers up a surrogate parent who does her best to fill in the holes of Amy’s eroding home life. Mimi Kuzyk does good work as that family friend and doctor, Brenda, who guides the lost child without also steering her in any one direction; she is naturally skeptical of Amy’s accusations until it’s almost too late to do anything about them. So although The Kiss does an admirable job of undoing the main character’s support system, it never leaves her without a lifeline. This dark movie, in spite of everything that’s transpired, doesn’t deprive itself of light and hope.

The Kiss is a potent mélange of familiar ideas. If not for the director’s surprise flair for horror, though, the movie would have been less effective. What a shame that Pen Densham didn’t continue with the genre. As for Joanna Pacula, she is, too, owed credit as the wicked vixen opposite Meredith Salenger’s pitiable Amy; she never fails to be unsettling in her role. Pacula makes Aunt Felice a sexy yet intimidating character.

For horror that steadily doles out madness and menace, while also delivering a flashy and ghastly conclusion, The Kiss is certain to please. Yes, it’s cheesy all the way, but most favorably, everyone involved plays everything straight. That kind of commitment goes a long way with this movie.

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The Kiss

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