MYSTICS OF BALI and THE HOUSE BY THE CEMETERY (1981) review
I guess I should’ve watched a double bill of The Omen and Poltergeist. But no, I decided to broaden my horizons and go with international horror from the early ’80s.
The first flick was THE HOUSE BY THE CEMETERY, a Lucio Fulci flick. Sure the flick had some good shock moments, a great atmospheric house and a cool looking killer, but Jesus, what a mess of bad acting, bad dubbing, and inconsistent tone. I did enjoy that no one who lived in the house never questioned why there were several pints of blood that needed to be mopped up every second morning.
The second one I watched made the first one look like a polished Hollywood epic. Called MYSTICS IN BALI, this no-budget, incomprehensible mess boasted student film scratches on the print in lieu of lightning bolts and a floating head with dangling organs (!) as its main menace. For some reason, I kept wishing 1979 Captain America would show up on his motorbike to do battle with it. I don’t know why. Mind you, I don’t know why I continued to watch both of them instead of watching The Omen.
