Synopsis
Molly really knows how to cut men down to size!!
Anger stemming from being abused as a child drives an alcoholic's daughter to kill as an adult.
Directed by Matt Cimber
Anger stemming from being abused as a child drives an alcoholic's daughter to kill as an adult.
Ведьма, явившаяся из моря, 来自大海的女巫, 來自大海的女巫
A viscous whirlpool of nautical-themed alcoholism, father-daughter sexual abuse, seaside dive bars, prescription drugs, echoplexed castration-murder, the LA Rams, walk-in tattoo appointments, bad tv, The Little Mermaid, z-grade 70's Melodrama, severe mental illness totally overdriven to top-echelon bonker-ness in an era of supreme psychosexual bonker-ness, this yarn unravels and unravels until probably the most bonkers of them all. Weirdly entirely of its time and out of all times that are, there is nothing like 'The Witch Who Came From The Sea', now or ever again. Like if the oyster crackers turned out to be quaaludes, and it all started to go dark...
A thought provoking exploitation meets art house slice of 70’s psychological horror, this Dean Cundey shot rundown seaside town set psychosexual sorrow video nasty is a razor castration childhood trauma murder nightmare that doesn’t hold back—it’s surreal, ugly, beautiful, grim, and Definitely in the running for one of the saddest horror movies I’ve ever watched.
Kinda haunting, really.
Well ya know if there’s anything better than watching a surreal 70’s horror jam, it’s watching another one the same evening, amiright?
I watch most of these movies and really have no idea how they came to exist. Like, how did these movies get dreamed up because they had to have been dreamed, through either sleep or drugs or both, but there is no way that these surreal 70’s horror jams got written on nothing more than a venti mocha with no whip because all the whipping cartridges were inhaled by people writing movies like this do you know what I’m saying here?
Actually, the base plot line is pretty simple and has nothing to do with witches rising out…
This movie is the heroic dose of grindhouse cinema. Made my brain melt a lil' bit.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
CW: abuse/rape, incest, suicide
It's not as inevitable as this makes it seem. We don't have to beg for mercy in the form of a sleeping pill just to escape our traumas. There is healing in this world. It would not be an effective horror film, perhaps, if it acknowledged that, but none-the-less, it bears saying. The horror here is in Oedipal rape, not in the gruesome murders that Molly commits. Her own pain is far worse than the destruction she creates. The horror is that she is clearly still capable of love, yet her hope is all gone away. The horror is that she never escapes the pain. The horror is in the kisses at the end, as life slides away from her grasp.
October count: 14/31
Almost an inversion of the typical psychokiller movie where a male antagonist oggles female bodies and associates sex with death due to some traumatic childhood experience, but this peculiar Matt Cimber project doubles down on selling the trauma and gets deeper into the weird personality defects that result (including the occasional homicide) in the female protagonist. It's also frightfully absurd and funny, which saves it from being a feel bad slog. Doris (Peggy Feury) the sassy barmaid, in particular, is always a hoot when she's on screen, as is the character with a twitchy eye named Jack Dracula ("that's my real name"). Keep your guard up, though, it'll turn from silly to spine chilling in an instant.
"Buck" Flower report: does not play a bum or a redneck!
This is one of the many films on the Video Nasty list that makes you question why it's actually on there? The Witch Who Came from the Sea is a grimey seventies flick, but it is lacking in any shocking gore scenes. Instead, we get a drama focusing on a young women, who suffered childhood trauma, which is now manifesting in her adult life. Millie Perkins takes the lead role and is really good in it. The film moves in a relaxed way and is very involving. The very dark themes just kind of wash over you gently, which just makes it even darker if anything! The film is rich with symbolism - Venus, mermaids, the ocean etc - but…
From the poster I went in expecting a more stylish 70s art house slasher. Big mistake emotionally. Instead this is a tragic internal portrait of a dissociated woman Molly told through fractured emotion, dream logic, and symbolism. A murderous story that surpisingly has hope and love around, but it always seems like it is impossible for Molly to ever embrace again.
There are acts to regain a feeling of power. Demasculating murders set to a similar score from Psycho, getting a mermaid chest tattoo, drowning out her abusive father's voice with the sound of waves crashing in the ocean. They say "Venus was born in the sea" while she dances around life in a drunken haze. But there is never…
The reputation this movie has really does it a huge disservice. Going off the cover art, the censorship issues it had, and the reputation of the whole thing, I was expecting some grade-A schlock. This is totally the opposite. A thought provoking story of child abuse, sexual abuse, and a deep look at the P.T.S.D. that follows. All of this is filmed with a calm and controlled hand, not made to shock, and with an amazing dream-like cinematography. Sure, there are some killings throughout, but nothing I would call explicit. The way this movie got demonized and censored is a crying shame.
Millie Perkins plays Molly, the victim of a abusive, rapist father. The majority of the…
I was enjoying it but I did fall asleep. Usually I'd say that's on me, not the movie. But I think in this case the movie should take a single percent of the blame. I will never take less than 99% of the blame, that's the Branson Promise. If I forget about this promise later on down the line shut your fucking mouth.
Don’t be fooled by that poster—this isn’t the supernatural gore-fest that the film evidently tried to market itself as. Sadly, our female protagonist doesn’t transform into a Medusan enchantress who rises out of the waves to entrance and decapitate her victims with a scythe. In fact, there is very little gore to speak of here at all (though it does feature in small doses). Instead, this is very much a psychological affair, built around Millie Perkins’ character, Molly—an alcoholic, sexually repressed bartender who struggles to deal with the traumas of her past. Molly seems to be in an almost permanent half-daze; prone to short-term memory loss and long bouts of daydreaming—her mind often conjuring up depraved, sadomasochistic encounters between her…
“I’m a loooony bittttch? Huh-hah-hah-hah.”
The Woman with the Mermaid Tattoo. Written as a pay the medical bills vehicle for Millie Perkins by then-husband Robert Thom, The Witch Who Came from the Sea accidentally offers a hypnotic passion project blend of feminist horror, batshit comedy and raw repulsion. The kind of flick that is both highly enjoyable and highly unenjoyable moment to moment in harmonious 70sness.
Perkins’s Anne Frank/Audrey Hepburn II days are long gone by this point, rocking Late Stage Crawford and Grindhouse Queen at once as our murderous barmaid dealing with a traumatic past one castration at a time. Molly is a tragic figure portrayed in the most psychotronic way possible, Perkins mixing very real notes of pain,…