Originally posted on BELLANOVABLOG:
For many seasons, Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana have been milking their native Sicily for inspiration to their glorious fantasies. Not so long ago, they even staged that fairy tale on a grandiose scale in Capri. Today, although this had tenuous links to Sicily, Spain provided the same passionate Mediterranean woman archetype, and this was embodied in the fighting spirit of bullfighting and flamenco. From the heavily encrusted waist clinchers, to the blood red of carnations embroidered on lace dresses, and the ruffles and polka dots of flamenco dresses, it was pleasingly theatrical.
The embroideries on tight bolero jackets were pleasingly transcribed from the original, completed with puffy shorts in lieu of skin-tight trousers (it’s summer after all). So were the fringes of dancer shawls, swinging prettily from the summer’s cape, a shape they seem to love perennially. Quirky, and sure to please the snap-happy front row crowd, was a…
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Originally posted on BELLANOVABLOG:
It was a blur of accordion pleats, bright patterns and glossy python on the Roberto Cavalli catwalk on Saturday. The fast paced show looked to be going for instant impact rather than reposed reflection.
But isn’t that exactly what women go to Cavalli for- outfits that demand attention?
If the models had ever slowed down enough for more then a passing glance, guest would have been able to spot – and more fully appreciated- the designer’s attention to details and talent for complex embellishments. They surely would have welcomed a closer look at the flirty beaded halter dresses, the pleated skirts, crafted from strips of of sheer organza and the worn-in denim pieces with their strategically placed tears, backed by shimmering jacquard fabrics.
As it was, the show’s message of clothing inspired by travel to distant sunny locations was lost in the rush. Instead the collection felt more like a mishmash…
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Has it really been forty years since the initial release of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre?
Maybe it does. I wasn’t there to know, but discussing the film in 2014, it definitely doesn’t feel like a movie that was released eighteen years before I was born; while my parents were only nine years old. Few films have remained relevant in the way that The Texas Chain Saw Massacre has. It’s a movie that most people have seen and everyone has heard of; a movie that is infamously known for its brutality, despite the fact that it is void of hardly any blood or gore.
It’s a movie that warrants a new release for its fortieth anniversary, and Dark Sky Films has delivered it with The Texas Chain Saw Massacre: 40th Anniversary Collector’s Edition DVD/Blu-ray Comb Pack. Newly restored with a 4K digital transfer and a 7.1 surround sound mix,
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Originally posted on maxrennblog:
With the release on DVD and Blu Ray of Jim Jarmusch’s woozily indulgent and chemically intoxicating existential vampire romantic comedy Only Lovers Left Alive (which I review here) the time is ripe for me wipe away the cobwebs, enter my blogger’s crypt, blow the dust of the lid and prise open the coffin of this undead archive feature on the vampire in film.
There is simply no more enduring monster in the horror genre than the vampire. That putrid late twentieth century pretender the zombie may have mounted a spirited campaign to usurp the vamp, but ultimately what is a zombie but a less gentile and refined distant cousin with messier table manners.
The zombie – as we know it – is a relatively recent creation, traceable to George A. Romero, whose original ‘… of the Dead’ trilogy is the zombie urtext. Deviating from what is practically a Platonic…
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Originally posted on HORROR MOVIES UNCUT:
We’ve only finished day one of Fantastic Fest, and there are lots of films coming up in the next week that people are giving the highest possible praise, but, so far, Cub is easily the best movie I’ve seen this year. It’s an incredible Belgian take on Friday the 13th, Sleepaway Camp, and I Didn’t Come Here to Die, done in a mind-blowingly cinematic and serious way. This movie is so incredibly entertaining that I knew I’d give it a perfect score from the first intense scene.
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Originally posted on So Very Slightly Mad:
I love horror movies. I always have, since I was a small girl and became fascinated with vampires, werewolves, ghosts and Frankenstein’s monster. I read The Shining at age nine. My favorite movie around the same time was Jaws. My husband hates horror movies (and roller coasters or other thrill rides), which I guess I understand. But it’s funny because he never has nightmares and I do all the time. He startles really easily, which would be funny except… Ok, it’s funny and I’m not a nice wife.
One of the scariest movie scenes I’ve seen was in the movie Poltergeist. The clown doll that hid under the boy’s bed (the scene when the ghostbuster dude ripped his face off is up there too, along with the entire first Nightmare on Elm Street film). I’d never been afraid of stuffed animals or other toys before — until Poltergeist
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