{"id":33809,"date":"2021-07-31T16:39:03","date_gmt":"2021-07-31T21:39:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/?p=33809"},"modified":"2021-07-31T16:39:03","modified_gmt":"2021-07-31T21:39:03","slug":"belated-movie-reviews-677","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/2021\/07\/31\/belated-movie-reviews-677\/","title":{"rendered":"Belated Movie Reviews"},"content":{"rendered":"
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That’s not too suggestive, is it?<\/em><\/p><\/div>\n

Tower of Evil<\/strong><\/em><\/a> (1972) features T&A, slaughter of the promiscuous, and is a run of the mill example of the horror fare of the 1970s.<\/p>\n

In other words, it’s quite exploitative.<\/p>\n

Is it worth summarizing? The parents of a young woman accused of killing three of her companions during a visit to Snape Island<\/em>, a barren bit of Scottish – I’m guessing – rock, are trying to clear her of the crimes. They hire a private investigator to this end, who teams up with a group who wants to search the island for archaeological remains. Between flashbacks, current character friction, and a lusty seaman, we get plenty of sex and distrust.<\/p>\n

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If you<\/strong> were permanently stuck down in some Scottish island cavern, you’d be giving everyone the finger as well. While you shivered. From the cold. Ba’al is a tropical denizen, after all. He felt cold and lonely, lording it over that God-forsaken rock and some maniacs. That’s merely an imaginative epithet, of course, the “God–forsaken” bit, Ba’al being a God and all that. Or <\/em>at least a demon, which is, oh, God-like in its way – abrupt tempers, cruelty to strangers, not too nice to worshipful followers sometimes, disrespectful of rival supernatural divinities, it’s really just a matter of semantics. But, still, one must strongly believe that mere epithets don’t define reality, as I’d really hate to have Ba’al disappear in a puff of existential logic, because that would positively ruin this picture and therefore this Ph. D. thesis on 1970s horror movies.<\/em><\/p><\/div>\n

Add in a couple of deranged inhabitants who are under the influence of a standard issue idol of Ba’al<\/em>, the ancient and cruel God of Canaan – it’s not entirely clear if their relative has been bringing them groceries or if they’re eating kelp when they’re not brooding over dead Mama – and it turns into a rough ride for the group.<\/p>\n

For the curious who have actually read this far, and I must say shame on you<\/em>, the tower, besides an overt symbol of the real purpose of the movie – selling sex<\/strong> – is a lighthouse, long inactive.<\/p>\n

Failing to build empathy for the victims or motivations for the nutters, we only watched out of morbid curiosity. But if you want to watch it – perhaps for your thesis on horror flicks of the seventies – here it is.<\/p>\n