Many reasons make us love the movies of Mario Bava. We welcome first a fine ambition crowned with success rarely denied by grasping the music and the embrace of the night and time. Thanks to wrong-mouth which (the wind that pretends to wolves) or sham (the fog that makes us believe in the spirit of the dead, and who, apparently escaping from the earth, especially graves and tombs, has possession of the living). With his decorum and his photograph Gothic, color or black and white. Then we admire a fantastic vision, indelible for the spectator: the demon's mask to Three Faces of Fear through Operation fear, Bava has continued to decline actually a fascinating jealousy. Three Greek deities, Eros and Thanatos Himeros, personifications of love, desire and death, forever condemned to s'envier in the world and work of Bava. This confusion gives the film maestro's atmosphere and alluring strange, disturbing and haunting, in a word fantastic. The taste of the filmmaker to film the ruins and houses long since abandoned, promised to embrace the vines and roots or the giant spider webs, vestiges of a bygone era of splendor but also against terror, he joined to see it evolve pretty damsels in babydolls, pulpy to perfection, offered to attack the vampire, ready to give their blood and soul. This obsession, as the mannequins and dolls, statues and gargoyles, tables and mirrors, or yawning coffins, joined ours to see associated dreams of eternity frozen or dropped. To see these dreams sometimes stranded or desecrated, often to see the loves and hatreds continue post-mortem to see finally immemorial legends and curses, or desires and fears back to the dawn of time immortalized.
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