director Amando de Ossorio
I find Amando de Ossorio’s Blind Dead films remarkably eerie. Aside from the weaknesses of The Ghost Galleon (1974), it’s a remarkable series of films. I don’t know exactly what it is, but it has echoes of the uncanny about it. Something I cannot fully comprehend or express.
If I had seen these films as a child in the 1970’s, I’m pretty sure they would have blown my mind. The slow-motion Knights Templar skeleton dudes on their ghostly horses strike me even now almost as they would have then, suggestive of weird darkness, a strangeness unspeakable and untied to much more logical, real world horrors. They pick at my imagination in ways that virtually nothing I’ve seen in recent years has begun to do.
And it’s not that the movies are themselves such works of perfection. But they transcend themselves for me.
This one, might be my favorite of the four, though I’m also not quite sure why. The Night of the Seagulls might not be the eeriest of titles, but it’s an eerie flick.