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Go on over HERE for video tease previews of Sigur Ros’s album being formed by the magic of beauty magic x


What an absolute pile of disappointing poopy plops this turned out to be. 1/10.
I had naively ignored all the crummy reviews this (the third of the three mothers trilogy) had received and last night sat down and sat through a painfully boring experience. I knew it would never be able to come close to being as good as Susperia was .. but I suppose I somehow hoped that this might be in the same league as Inferno (the second in the trilogy).
This though had nothing … nadda … zitch …. f**k all in the way of Dario Argento’s usual flare, suspense, inventive camera working and good reliable old fashioned scares. Without these elements (that have in the past given Argento the title of “the Italian Alfred Hitchcock”) all that was left was a collection of frames filled with terrible acting.
So Mr Argento, you’ve now completely lost me … what was going though your mind when you were making this? The Mother of Tears isn’t exactly a crap movie, it’s just …. it’s just ….. life less.
I’m going to quickly stick on my copy of Susperia and remind myself as to why I first fell in love with Dario Argento.
Here’s an example of Susperia’s excellence. Don’t worry if you havent seen the film before …. this scene is from right at the beginning and doesn’t give away anything.