(aka THE DAY THE SCREAMING STOPPED / ENCORE)
Sinopsis: Nick Cooper, estrella del pop, quiere reaparecer después de un vacío de seis años y un divorcio pero las dudas le atormentan. Por ello se retira a una apartada mansión para meditar y poder congraciarse con él mismo. Lejos de conseguir la paz que buscaba se ve acosado por sucesos extraños e inexplicables apariciones que sólo él ve. Al mismo tiempo alguien comienza a asesinar a todo aquel que le rodea.
Comentario: A destacar el primer asesinato salvaje y un desenlace final de locura. Recomendable para las estrellas de la musica, asi se lo pensaran dos veces antes de casarse.
Una de las últimas incursiones en el terror del prolífico director del género Pete Walker (Frightmare, La casa del pecado mortal, Ezquizofrenia, La casa de las sombras alargadas). La película es muy buena aunque se le pueden achacar unos cuantos fallos que, de no existir lograrían un producto óptimo. El film no llega a ser un slasher por completo principalmente debido a sus escasas muertes; aunque la presencia de un killer enmascarado y la brutalidad de los asesinatos bien pueden enmarcarlo en ese subgénero.
Logradísimas las escenas de terror, con esos gritos, apariciones, personajes demasiado sospechosos, cadáveres en descomposición, disfraz del killer, etc. Lo malo es que en ciertos tramos a mi me llegó a aburrir (no se si a otros les ha pasado) y cuando se descubre la trama oculta pues, tampoco es algo que satisfaga por completo, de hecho parece algo un tanto improvisado.
Protagonizada por el cantante Jack Jones, que surgió como segunda opción cuando el papel principal fuera rechazado por el reconocido Brian Ferry (si si, aquel que cantaba "Slave to love"). A destacar el aspecto tétrico de los caseros, en particular el de la mujer encarnado por Sheila Keith. La ex-esposa del protagonista, Gail, no es otra que Holly Palance, hija del mítico actor y más reconocida por su papel de Nanny en The Omen (1976). Otro rostro reconocido es el de David Doyle quien interpreta al mánager del artista y no es otro que John Bosley de la serie de TV Los ángeles de Charlie.
Imagine if FREDDY VS. JASON (2003) had included country superstar Shania Twain as its feisty female lead. Or how about Bing Crosby being asked to appear in GHOST OF FRANKENSTEIN (1942) or some other 1940s Universal monster fest? Weird, unlikely suggestions, huh? Well in the late 70s, director Pete Walker managed to pull off such a casting coup. The man who had single-handedly re-defined the nature of the British horror film, hauling it roughshod out of Castle Karnstein and into your high street, suddenly found himself working with the world’s major middle-of-the-road singing star, at the centre of his latest cheap and cheerful gore extravaganza!
Walker’s cast was unusually stellar - either his production spiel had been particularly convincing, or he caught everyone’s agents on an off-day, as he was able to assemble perhaps the most striking gathering ever seen in a British exploitation thriller. Having passed up the opportunity to use a young American model named Kim Basinger, he instead selected up-and-coming Aussie blonde Pamela Stephenson (who within 12 months would be one of the biggest names on British television as a member of the ‘Not The 9 O’Clock News’ team); the Jones character’s music publisher was to be portrayed by David Doyle, red hot at the time and recognised worldwide as ‘Bosley’ from t.v. smash ‘Charlie’s Angels’; and as the elderly couple ultimately revealed as the murderous villains of the piece, Walker regular Sheila Keith was paired with none other than ‘Compo’ from long-running BBC comedy ‘Last Of The Summer Wine’, Bill Owen. Indeed, Jones’ role had nearly been offered to Ringo Starr (still smarting from his own failed rock-horror outing, the 1974 vanity project SON OF DRACULA) and Cat Stevens (who indicated his feelings towards the genre a couple of years later by refusing permission for his song ‘Moonshadow’ to feature on the AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON (1981) soundtrack!).
Singing star Nick Cooper (Jones) is billeted at a country mansion (“the kind of place where you’d find Lon Chaney playing the organ”) during the recording sessions for his new album, his first for six years since his semi-retirement after marrying his wife Gail. However, recent marital problems resulting in separation have led Nick to seek his muse once again. Unbeknown to Nick, Gail has arrived in Britain before him, intending to empty his expensive penthouse flat of its more desirable items - but while at the fashionable warehouse conversion, she is brutally attacked and slain by a frightening hag-like figure wearing a crocheted shawl and wielding a lethal scythe. The corpse is left to rot (Walker frequently cuts back to remind us of its progressional state of decomposition, ultimately revealing Gail’s face being gnawed away by a huge rat!) while we concentrate on activities at the rural retreat. Nick’s recording sessions are seemingly a success (we hear one track entitled ‘Traces Of A Long Forgotten Tune’ which, to these ears at least, ought to have been forgotten!), and he’s struck up a healthy relationship with his publisher’s secretary (Stephenson), but his nights are tormented by the sound of anguished female cries, hideous cackling laughter, and the odd months-old mouldering body materialising before his disbelieving gaze during the small hours. Smith’s script throws in more red herrings than you’d find in a Russian trawler, with suspicion falling initially on Nick’s U.K. contact Harry, obviously a rum ‘un judging byhis salacious comments on the shape and size of Pamela’s breasts, before shifting to Webster (Doyle) following a decidedly nutty interlude in which we see him posing in a kimono and applying eye shadow and lipstick!
THE COMEBACK may fail to live up to its title in terms of Walker’s directorial career, never quite reaching the heights of his incendiary mid-70s work; the bland Jones hardly cuts the predatory ‘Hammer Of The Gods’-like figure the script suggests (indeed, it’s most disconcerting to hear him use the word ‘fucking’ a couple of times and referring to a friend’s fatal overdose), and one wonders why the psychotic pensioners put him through such an elaborate charade rather than taking their longed-for revenge as soon as he arrived at their home. Stephenson looks bored and lifeless, the music business angle barely intrudes in the way it should, and there’s a very silly moment involving dead flies diving lemming-like through the keyhole of Jones’ apartment! However, the murders are gory and well directed (especially the opener - our first sight of the killer’s ‘mad old lady’ get-up is seriously pants-wetting), Stanley Myers’ score mixes the conventional and the experimental to clever effect, and above all, Sheila Keith provides her trademark brand of total malevolence, even investing a nothing line like “perhaps I could spread the butter for you?” with bone-freezing undercurrents.
BODYCOUNT 4
1) Female hacked up with scythe
2) Female corpse revealed
3) Male stabbed with knife
4) Female killed with axe
ENLACES/FUENTES:
http://terrorfantastico.com/foro/index.php?topic=3137.0
Textos: http://www.hysteria-lives.co.uk/hysterialives/Hysteria/the_comeback.htm
Textos: http://www.thehellboundheart.com/t636-los-crimenes-del-atico-the-comeback-1978
http://www.mondo-digital.com/whipcord.html
http://www.rockshockpop.com/forums/content.php?2735-THE-PETE-WALKER-COLLECTION
http://www.youtube.com/user/eviltv1/videos
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