| Jeff Renfroe |
| Laurence FISHBURNE | Bill PAXTON | Kevin ZEGERS |
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Fiction:
| RATING: | 40% |
| FORMAT: | DVD |
Despite spending time revealing Brazilian culture at its best, this still plays the White supremacist trope that foreign countries are dangerous for Whites simply because of the dark skins of the natives. Believing that foreign people and their resources are to be both exploited and mocked, we now see the naked fear behind such a White polity.
It is easy to understand why the natives here detest White tourists because of the quintessential White supremacism of the latter. But these issues are never fully explored dramatically in favor of gore, cheap thrills & a sense that the mestizo of Brazil is finally getting its revenge on the palefaces for the generic exploitation of the Third World for the sole benefit of the First.
There is no real sense of terror, suspense or even credibility here. As usual, the mixed bag of Westernized Whites represent political innocence abroad as if they can do little wrong - even in their self-admitted purposelessness. This creates a curious lack of empathy between the audience and the central characters; almost making us side with the evil goings-on perpetrated against them.
Hitchcock knew that the greatest horror comes from the familiar seen differently, rather than simply relying on the rather obvious fear-of-the-unknown, as here. He also knew that you have to establish the characters, psychologically, as well as their relationship to each other (& themselves) before an audience could ever care about them.


Drained of spunk, blood & money by feminists‑as‑vampires out for revenge on behalf of all women against all men - for being killed by a man. White men are shown here as gluttons for punishment and as being easily‑controlled by women, sexually - not by White women who refuse sexual intercourse, but by those who offer it willingly; hence, the gilded erotic cage into which all men here fall - eventually.
This male sexual passivity is the product of White male sexual insecurities in the face of female sexual voraciousness. These help women sensually‑entrap men with the sex the men so desperately want in their loneliness and alienation from their own feelings. The downside is that like the male Black Widow spider, there is the ever‑present fear of being consumed by the female’s lust or, at the very least, having to pay the price of contracting some kind of venereal disease. That so much here appears to be a dream suggests that the civilizing tendencies of White culture lead to the horrifying nightmares of the emotionally‑repressed: Everything that the horror genre is really all about.
This movie works well as a pure cinema spectacle since it has little dialog, rhyme nor reason. The horror comes from the fact that it all makes so little literal sense; while, emotionally, it makes all the sense in the world. The caravanning couple are a dramatically‑useful and sexually‑normative contrast to the weird sisters (well‑played, with great gusto & personal chemistry, by DZIUBINSKA & MORRIS) because the latter can only entice single, lonely men, rather than experience fulfilling and healthy sexual relations with them. Yet, their very normality is upset because embedded within it is a sexual boredom that makes the lesbianism and vampirism on show here seem much more interesting than healthy sex - as well as their naive world‑view that could just get them killed.
This movie is up there with Near Dark and Let the Right One In as an exploration of revenge and need - regardless of who is actually to blame. This, despite the rather odd fact that we never discover why the two women were murdered in the first place - nor why they should return as vampires, rather than just as ghosts.
Ken Russell, Jean Rollin or Jess Franco would, undoubtedly, have been proud of this movie - if any one of them had directed it - as it proudly‑visualizes the inner emotional world of its tormented characters. This is further exemplified in the use of Oakley Court as the perfect location for this gothic horror; especially given the large number of Hammer horror movies once shot there.