Clive Barker’s Lord of Illusions
Sorry to say this little article’s momentum just ebbed out. But Harry D’Amour’s part of the story interested me less than the cult house, Nix himself and his followers. I wanted to spend a lot of time in that house. Very attentive viewers will notice that, curiously, the room where Quaid encounters most of the cult members has its floor hollowed out and everybody stands on dirt. I am dying to know how and why this came about, I think it’s a really marvelous touch. Unless, that is, it only exists to justify a climax requiring a dirt floor… Oh, let’s hope not (against hope).
When I got around to re-viewing this film I ended up watching it maybe eight times. Over and over. I read the script (best insight: “primeval muck”), the short story it was based on (slight yawn), bought the soundtrack (only good for the oft-repeated main theme), watched the Making-of, listened to Barker’s commentary and even friended and messaged Barker on Facebook. Beat that, epic fucking nerds.
MY ORIGINAL ARTICLE:
An imperfect film, surely. An indulgently pulpy story, yes.
1995: Revival and revenge of Nix
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- 2012/08/27 / 16:24