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A Frankenstein’s monster of a film, Twinkle Twinkle Lucky Stars is two completely unrelated movies crudely stitched together into something resembling an actual film.
On one hand we have a typical Lucky Stars raunchy sex comedy, with poor old Rosamund Kwan on the receiving end of the gross played-for-laughs sexual assaults. And on the other, we have a high octane Jackie Chan action thriller.
Despite the two disparate halves never really coalescing, for the first 45 minutes it kinda works.…
Mind numbing gothic Eurosleaze gets off to an interesting start, but the middle forty minutes are so diabolically boring that it’s impossible to recommend.
Nice sets and locations, an attractive and frequently disrobed cast, and an inappropriate but groovy score are the highlights. The endless — and I mean endless — real life open heart surgery footage is not.
Check out the hysterically deep baritone voice they dubbed Howard Vernon with.
Man, for such a fabulously campy enterprise, that climactic sequence is just hauntingly awesome. And what a treat to finally see it in 3D!
I don't have a proper 3D setup, but the Vinegar Syndrome disc offers the classic red 'n' blue anaglyph style, and it works beautifully. My only complaint is that the disc didn't come with the soundtrack CD like Severin's release of Blood for Dracula.
Anyway, one of the top reviews on this site berates this film for being "too horny", and I don't think a piece of film criticism has ever resonated less with me.
I put off watching this for ages, as despite being a big fan of Romero, how good could a Lutheran-sponsored infomercial about the elderly really be?
Uh, really fucking good, it turns out. Depressing and hopeless, it's Romero's most surreal and disturbing horror film, and make no mistake, this is a horror film. Lincoln Maazel gives an extraordinary performance, and there's a typically well chosen library track score.