The Mondo Mugwump Letters: The Hills Have Eyes (2006)
Published June 11, 2006
And all set to an atmosphere-reinforcing soundtrack of industrious tumult. The sort of noise that Carpenter in his glory days would have given half a withered lung for. Akin to the gritty inner-city aural feel of The Warriors or Class of 1984.
Normally I'm confidently critical of these remake jobs, the local mage and I argue endlessly about said phenomena. But this time Hollywood have done something right, giving Aja the reigns of a film whose originally was pretty shoddy, in my view, garners a multitude of applause from me and my rainforest brothers. That's how to do it, take a poorly executed original and remake that, not some classic. It's the caress of common sense I think.
But alas I can hear the mutterings of Lucio Fulci outside, the moon is subsiding, I must exit this crevice before the clansmen discover that I'm engaging in horror discussion outside of the sacred circle of yacking. I hope all is well in the Abbey, and I hope we can continue this discourse, despite our geographical differences.
Yours,
Aaron Fleming
The Duke (Aaron McMullan to his parents and the clergy) is a Northern Irish writer, performer and insomniac currently residing in London. He is the creator of Mondo Irlando, wherein his scribblings and hollerings can be found. He is currently working towards the completion of his first novel, and his debut "punk / country / folk / whatever" album has recently been released by Ex Libris Records . You can also pop by His MySpace Page and maybe have a coffee and a biscuit.
- The Mondo Mugwump Letters: The Hills Have Eyes (2006)
- Published: June 11, 2006
- Type: Review
- Section: Video
- Filed Under: Culture: Humor and Satire, Video: Classics, Video: Horror, Video: Thriller
- Part of a feature: The Mondo Mugwump Letters
- Writer: Duke De Mondo
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"duelling aarons!" haha, shit, that shoulda been the title!
glad you enjoyed it, Sir Brewster. I can only assume there will be many's a grand tale to come.
You guys need to write your novels. You're both gushing style and wit. I volunteer to be part of your test audience.
"duelling aarons!" haha, shit, that shoulda been the title!
Or, on alternate Tuesdays, title your screeds, "The Gushing Aarons".
Because - like the man said, you do. Gush, that is.
Good Glorious Gushing of Gore, Goodwill, and oft times Gratuitous, but Giggleworthy Grammatical Gems.
First review I've seen to point out the debt that Aja owes Bruno Dumont. That's awesome.
Mary - The Gushing Aarons is just far too rude to even consider. heh. And thank you.
Steve C - it was a fairly significant debt, i thought. although nothing in this matches the horrific finale of Dumont's number. And thankfully none of that truly distressing agony / ecstasy filthing.
Not much of anything matches the finale of Dumont's crazed exercise in nihilistic ennui, something for which I suppose we should all be grateful. If every film made me feel as emptied-out and exhausted as that film, I'd never get anything done. The last shot, in particular, haunts me to this day (to the point where, if I ever get my screenplay written, I'm gonna steal that shot).
I could write like this, if only Zombos would let me. Damn you Duke. By the way, are you related to the De Mondos on Zimba's side? I think they were all hanged for cannibalism, but aside from that, they were a fun bunch at parties.
iloz zoc, a damn honour to have you pop up here, considering the marvels you yourself have crafted. The ol' family history gets decidedly muddy round about the turn of the 19th century, but i do have a cousin Jimmy De Mondo who was tried for antics similar to cannibalism, and, indeed, found guilty.
Thanks for the comments all you, um, commentors.
Isn't Jimmy Hart also a cousin of yours Duke?
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Duelling Aarons, I love it.
Reading this I am either all wet in orgasmic glee, or I just shat myself. Either way twas a glorious few minutes.