Süre                : 1 Saat 31 dakika
Çıkış Tarihi     : 21 Ocak 1981 Çarşamba, Yapım Yılı : 1981
Türü                : Korku
Taglar             : Kurtadam,Psikiyatrist,orman,Kadın tam frontal çıplaklık
Ülke                : ABD
Yapımcı          :  Embassy Pictures , International Film Investors , Wescom Productions
Yönetmen       : Joe Dante (IMDB)
Senarist          : Gary Brandner (IMDB),John Sayles (IMDB)(ekşi),Terence H. Winkless (IMDB)(ekşi)
Oyuncular      : Dee Wallace (IMDB)(ekşi), Patrick Macnee (IMDB), Dennis Dugan (IMDB)(ekşi), Christopher Stone (IMDB)(ekşi), Belinda Balaski (IMDB), Kevin McCarthy (IMDB)(ekşi), John Carradine (IMDB)(ekşi), Slim Pickens (IMDB), Elisabeth Brooks (IMDB), Robert Picardo (IMDB), Noble Willingham (IMDB), James Murtaugh (IMDB), Kenneth Tobey (IMDB), Dick Miller (IMDB), Meshach Taylor (IMDB), Robert A. Burns (IMDB), Roger Corman (IMDB), Jonathan Kaplan (IMDB), John Sayles (IMDB)

The Howling (~ Çığlık) ' Filminin Konusu :
Gerilim sineması unsurları ile korku sineması klişelerini birleştirerek ortaya bir baş yapıt çıkartan Joe Dante filmi The Howling, modern insanın yabancılaşması üzerine çizdiği portreleri başkalaşıma uğrayanlar ile gözler önüne seriyor. Topluma karşı kendilerini kapatmış insanların kaçtığı bir orman ve bu insanları birbirine bağlayan gizemler içerisinde gerilim dozu yüksek bir film olan The Howling, gösterildiği dönem oldukça dikkat çekici bir yapım olarak kabul görmüştü.


  • "brutal sesle beneath the howling stars dedikten sonra dani nin çığlığı ve arkasında mükemmel melodiyle insanı hasta eden cradle of filth şarkısı..."
  • "(bkz: tum cradle of filth parcalari)"




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    cradle of filth - cruelty and the beast albümünün hikayenin kendine düşen bölümünü çok güzel anlatan şarkısı.

    midwinter wrongs the rites of spring
    her spinal chill rakes the earth
    whilst pensive souls at zero sing
    woebetidings of rebirth
    under cold stares of mars maligned
    near-suicides cross their hearts
    and unborns writhe in tepid brine
    for something wicked this way starts

    beneath the howling stars

    elizabeth, paragon of vice
    watches the sun set pyres alight
    as bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep
    like spellbound paramours at her feet

    a chatter of bells without
    raise hellhounds, teeth on edge
    from sleighs hastened through snow lit red
    guests espied from the garret ledge

    great gloomy mirror tell her face
    she will outblind them all
    that heavenly bodies would fall from grace
    to possess such a lustrous pall

    for beauty is always cruel...

    (let destiny in chains commence...
    damnation under gods seeking recompense
    enslaving to the whims of this mistress)

    as the dance ensued
    elizabeth's mood
    tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
    in slick black iciness it grew
    to consume
    the wench her tower tombed
    tending to her costume
    bore the brunt of the storm
    when the needle askewed
    she has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through
    restored to jaded bliss
    this evisceratrix
    descended to the ball
    with painted blood upon her lips
    passing like a comet so white
    as to eclipse
    the waltz wound down, transfixed

    devoid of all breath in the air
    even death paled to compare
    to the taint of her splendour
    so rare and engendered
    'pon the awed throng gathered
    there...

    beneath the howling stars

    she danced so macabre
    men entranced divined from her gait
    that this angel stepped from a pedestal
    had won remission from fate
    by alighting to darker spheres
    delighting in held sway
    for she was not unlike the goddess
    to whom the wolves bayed

    "whilst envy glanced daggers
    from court maidens, arboured
    who whispered in sects
    of suspicions abroad
    that elizabeth bewitched
    see how even now the whore casts
    her spells upon the black count
    whom her reddened lips hold fast"

    tongue unto tongue
    swept on tides without care
    for the harpies who rallied
    their maledict glares
    a halo of ravens tousled her hair
    chandeliers a tiara
    for passions ensnared
    phantasies sexed
    when their eyes, moonstruck met
    their friction wore a way
    through the sea of foreplay
    lovers at first bite
    she an eve tempted to lay
    gasping at rafters
    flesh pressed in ballet
    but caprice, honours leashed
    she absconded the feast
    to prowl wonderland
    beasts in hand from the keep
    of feudal dilemma
    well mantled in furs
    through cullis to watch
    dogstars howl at the earth

    on this violent night
    unholy night
    winds lashed their limbs together
    as the ether vent its wintry spite

    she wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes
    to excite the bleak advance
    from castle bowers
    wherein small hours
    the devil never came by chance
    a lone charm tied to her inner thigh
    sent lusts nova as hooves trod
    cobbled streets where lowlives fleet
    were flung to a wayward god

    midwinter wrongs the rites of spring
    her spinal chill rakes the earth
    whilst pensive souls at zero sing
    woebetidings of rebirth
    under cold stares of mars maligned
    near-suicides cross their hearts
    and unborns writhe in tepid brine
    for something wicked this way starts

    beneath the howling stars

    pounding upon the pauper ridge
    earshot of a hunched beldame
    elizabeth teased, would he dare to please
    such elderly loins enflamed?
    to this he feigned a grim disdain
    playing to her slayful eye
    but the hag replied...
    "this girl that chides
    will soon be as plagued with age as i"
    her consort laughed a plume of icy breath
    for elizabeth's grace could raise
    a flag of truce in burning heaven
    or the dead from early graves
    yet still she seethed
    this proud snow queen
    embittered with the cursed retort
    and because he sought her loves onslaught
    he gutted the crone for sport

    soon in full moon fever they were wed
    lycanthropic in the conjugal bed
    littered with aphrodisiacs
    to tease dynastic union
    and beget them further maniacs

    elizabeth
    free reigned, now a countess
    outwielded and outwore
    her title like a favoured dress
    whilst her errant lord
    whose seasons savoured war
    stormed black to fell the infidel
    her embers, tempered, roared.


    (ctriggerominsidea - 22 Haziran 2001 16:13)

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