Incidentally Beyond The Darkness is another of his films that has endured much the same treatment, from both the media, critics and government/law enforcement agencies. It boasts several monikers and also, not surprisingly, it's very own spot on Scotland Yard's 'nasty' list. For this reason, not to mention it's shocking content, it's another that fascinates me, but not quite to the degree that Anthropophagus does.
Without further ado, as I try my hardest to empty my noggin crammed with nightmare inducing images of swinging bell bottoms and brightly colored sweater vests, I advance towards the DVD player. I look back to notice a glistening trail of drool that I've left in my wake. What was that? Oh, popcorn and a large beverage?... Yes, Please. Sadly these are refreshments I have to conjure up myself. *Also seek professional help if you’re actually talking to yourself like this Cult. Egads!
The group ponders on why the island is deserted (a virus perhaps?) and why they are being left cryptic messages by a strange woman, although I hardly think scrawled letters reading Go Away are too hard to decipher.
*An interesting tidbit: in this particular scene the practical FX 'piece' was a skinned rabbit and not as many concerned groups thought (lacking any common sense or any semblance of intellect), an actual fetus. Rumors have surfaced that the filming in the mausoleum was illegally (sans permit) carried out as too were the bones of several Saints (to be used in other shots) never to be returned.
Several screen shots have been famously posted (in everything from magazine articles to promotional material) from this particular scene, and rightly so. The situation is dire indeed for our dangling heroine, only a mere couple feet away looms the dedicated and terrifying visage of her would be killer who climbs ever closer to claim his prey much like a spider with a web entangled fly. The tension here is near palpable and well executed, more so than in any other point in the film thus far. This scenario soon develops into another, you could say our heroine went “from out of the frying pan into the fire” and you wouldn't in fact be too far wrong. The cat appears to have finally caught its mouse. But wait... it's not over yet, not all of the film's loose ends have been tied up.
Do you need ketchup for that?
A knife or fork, how about a bowl?
...and a recommendation for this film that has deservedly survived the test of time.