Lucio Fulci ( 1996), the ‘love-him-or-hate-him’ commander of mythic films like Zombi 2, City of the Living Dead/House times gone by the Cemetery, The Beyond and The New York Ripper, but also the commander of dozens of unrestricted crap titles in misanthropic of his improved films. With Murder Rock (aka Slashdance) he presents us with a pseud 1980s giallo. It’s a extremely stylized down penetrate, arrive in an elite New York City hoof it academy where the dancers are being slain.
The murders themselves are chic and airy, not heart-rending axe choppings or blood gushing from perspicacity sockets, but the beautiful dancers are stabbed fully the sentiments, times gone by practice of an exposed mamma, with a gloppy hatpin. The rationale and mise-en-scиne is licit up there with Dario Argento’s at the crack giallos like Tenebre. Talk fully delude. Ended with the fictional bring up: Often misdemeanour is a distorted etiquette of extreme endeavor. ( -John Huston, The Asphalt Jungle, 1950.)
Fulcis later films devolve into circuitous hogwash, like The Sweet House of Horrors and the extremely laughable House of Clocks, and Murder Rock is not on average or as meritorious as The New York Ripper or The House times gone by the Cemetery.