Yor, the Hunter from the Future (1983)

We had ourselves a rough one last week, my dear Enemaniacs. The only way to make up for that? Reb Brown.

Oh yes, save us all, Reb! We need salvation from shitty robot ladies who weren’t robots but also maybe brainwashed but weren’t brainwashed. We need something Italian. We need something French. We need something Turkish. We need Yor, the Hunter from the Future!

Welcome to this looooong overdue review for B-Movie Enema. I picked up this Blu-Ray when it was released several years ago with the intention for this to be covered here. I don’t know what kept me from fulfilling that promise the day it arrived, but here we are.

This movie is, indeed, an Italian-French-Turkish co-production. I’ve only once before delved into the world of Turkish cinema, but know they like making movies. They really like making movies that look and play out like American films. But you know the Italians like doing that too. With the Italian side of the production comes director Antonio Margheriti. Margheriti did a lot of lower-budget stuff and was mostly doing the typical Italian genres of crime action films, science fiction, spaghetti westerns, and horror. Notably, Margheriti made films like Castle of Blood starring Barbara Steele, Cannibal Apocalypse starring John Saxon, Death Rage starring Yul Brynner in his final role, and several action movies with David Warbeck.

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Seytan (The Turkish Exorcist, 1974)

Welcome back to B-Movie Enema and my Exorcist Rip-Off Month!

Say!  Remember last week when I said that I couldn’t just write about The Exorcist because I’d probably be run out of town for having a blog called B-Movie Enema and doing movies that aren’t just A movies in money, but also in quality?  Yeah, well fuck that.  I found a way to do it.

For this week’s movie, I’ll be digging right into the shitty bowels of 1974’s Seytan from Turkey.  Seytan is pretty much a direct copy of William Friedkin’s masterpiece The Exorcist in just about every way it possibly can be.  It’s a little shorter, but I remember the first time I ever saw Seytan, I kept looking at the screen and thinking…  “Is the audio just fucked on this movie, or what?” Continue reading “Seytan (The Turkish Exorcist, 1974)”