La Morte Vivante (The Living Dead Girl) (1982) France
Deciding to give Netflix another shot of knowing what I'd 'like' it picked this. I'm not letting them pick any more. The premise was supposed to be a dead girl, disturbed by a combination of an earthquake and toxic waste comes back to life to move among the living. Now let me tell you why that's a total piece of crap. Briefly, because this movie had absolutely nothing to it. Oh, except the beginning - there's an extremely erotic scene of a vampire woman feeding off another topless woman... until it backs up and shows you that is the American production company that bought this horrid thing. Nice way to suck people in, pun intended.
What really slays me (pun again intended) is that this was widely praised by the French as one of Jean Rollin's best films. I guess - if you like no plot, no zombie fun, staring at a blonde woman with absolutely no expression or emotion for 90 minutes, and enduring a movie that doesn't know where it wants to go or how to end. They talk about subtle, sublime, complicated, emotional, great shots. They were obviously watching another movie. Want something more exciting and only about 3 1/2 minutes long? Watch Rob Zombie's music video 'Living Dead Girl'. You'll get more out of it. This is the basics of this incredibly boring piece of fluff:
|Get used to this expression - it's the only one I've got.|
|I keep getting bloody but I insist on wearing white.|
|I don't want sex, I want you to eat me... uh, wait.|