La Secte des morts-vivants

De production gréco-britannique, La Secte des morts-vivants offre un mets horrifique diablement ankylosé dans lequel le toujours excellent Donald Pleasence s’en prend au toujours satisfaisant Peter Cushing. Mais armez-vous d'une bonne dose de patience, la cadence du film est celle d’une véritable sieste grecque, c’est-à-dire très alanguie. Quant au design sonore, j’ai pas tout compris… (08/09/2022)

Anyone who enters the Minotaur's forbidden chamber must die! If only it were from laughter rather than boredom. The only sharp thing here is Peter Cushing's cheekbones. The cultists, instead of wearing Satan’s pajamas, don satin ones, and Theseus Pleasence acts as if he's constantly under the influence of Metaxa. Occasionally, a furry crotch or a Bee Gees singer makes an appearance, and the Van Helsing-style ending only brings about a bemused sigh, wondering why you didn’t let go of Ariadne’s thread long ago. What else can you expect from a film where the beast of Greek mythology blows its nose? (23/04/2024)