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while Soavi does a good job keeping the ultimate destination vague for a long time, its arrival can't help but be a bit disappointing since it plays into such familiar territory
Urgency is lacking here, but the film is not without genre charms, delivering creepy interactions and kooky sequences with periodic flourish.
supernatural suspense with two or three characters whom we come to have a feeling for.
'The Devil's Daughter' is an edgy, atmospherically ethereal cult classic from Italian producer Dario Argento and it adheres closely to Argento's penchant for dream logic but, contrary to the recent travesty 'Lords of Salem', director Michele Soavi intermingles beautifully frothy, idyllic reveries with the macabre (such as one spellbinding sequence in which Miriam's white robe is tethered to ropes and inexplicably a hideous stork-like creature materializes and pecks ravenously into her neck). Herbert Lom's schizophrenic, erratic behavior endears him as a Ernest Hemingway doppelganger who raves that religion "helps you die". Lom is definitely a shuddering presence in his short-lived cameo and the audience is ambivalent about his true intentions. The white-rabbit semiotics lend the film a fairy tale whimsy but it is quickly violated by the infernal circumstances. Of course, satanic-sect movies normally encroach into conspiratorial silliness involving dozens of peripheral characters, but 'The Devil's Daughter' is pretty airtight structurally and the intermittent goofiness (ala a fertility-symbolic insect that is implanted into Miriam's nostril) is offset by otherworldly stylishness (a handheld shot of water traveling through the pipes recalls early Peter Jackson and Sam Raimi).
As with the earlier La Chiesa (The Church), one comes away from La Setta (The Sect) feeling that if only Michele Soavi could get over the fact that he rather enjoyed Rosemary's Baby, he'd be eminently capable of making something extraordinary all of his own. To be honest, I haven't seen anything he made after this movie, so he may well have done it for all I know. Again, as with La Chiesa, Soavi pulls off some stunning visual coups and generates a strong atmosphere, though occasionally his set-pieces fail to deliver on the promise of their careful build-up, suggesting an unfavourable style to substance ratio. In particular, there is a wonderfully tense mortuary scene involving a coffin and a can-opener that peters out with an anti-climactic whimper.
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