Contamination
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DVD Cover Information Actor: Gisela Hahn, Ian McCulloch, Louise Marleau, Marino Masé, Siegfried Rauch Director: Luigi Cozzi Brand: WEA DES Moines Video Cinematographer: Giuseppe Pinori Writer: Luigi Cozzi Editor: Nino Baragli Producer: Claudio Mancini Producer: Ugo Valenti Writer: Erich Tomek DVD: Region Code 0 Audio: English (Unknown), Dolby Digital 2.0 Mono; English (Original Language), Dolby Digital 2.0 Mono Format: Anamorphic, Color, Dolby, DTS Surround Sound, DVD, NTSC, Original recording remastered, Widescreen Picture Format: 1.85:1 Running Time: 95 minutes Published: 2004-03-01 DVD Release Date: 2004-03-30 Audience Rating: R (Restricted) Model: 581039 Studio: Blue Underground Product features:
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Movie Reviews of Contamination
Movie Review: no apologies
Summary: 2 Stars
Once you've made the "Invasion of the Body Snatchers," "The Thing" and "Aliens" comparisons -- you know, the whole song and dance where aliens enslave the human race popular during the Cold War paranoia craze -- there's really little else to stick around for ... unless you get a charge out of Giallo-inspired, slo-mo, car-crash-intense pneumatic gore, here represented by abdomens exploding in rich, ruby fury, entrails outstretched and flapping like party whistles. There's a heaping helping of these blowouts, fueled by alien eggs that spurt killer puke-colored fluid when heated (or whenever it's convenient), sprinkled throughout this b-minus level sci-fi soaper. There's even a climax featuring "The Cyclops," an oozing alien who's a cross between Medusa, Audrey II and Aloysius Snuffleupagus and had a cameo years later on an episode of "Power Rangers" in which it spoke with a Brooklyn dialect, if I remember correctly. However, if you have ears or, god forbid, you can read subtitles, you're in a for a world of pain: director Luigi Cozzi, whose next venture was "Hercules," is no better at piecing together a script than a pimply, "TRL" Tivo-ing, Wii-drenched teen is at making a latte at Starsucks.
Never mind that the actors all look like they need a good scrubbing; I actually felt like I was watching a dubbed movie because the mannerisms didn't match the words, and these skill-deficient oafs alternate between comatose and manic episodes, with little in between and ill-conceived utterances like "Help! Let me out! There's an egg!" "What killed those men certainly wasn't coffee" and "You couldn't get it up, even if you had a crane" make the brain reel and seem more like poor translations from Italian than comic relief. Even the impetus for humanity's demise, the alien eggs smuggled back to Earth by an astronaut who becomes a puppet of the Martians, isn't sufficiently explained. We know that the astronaut-symbiote who faked his own death re-emerges two years after the expedition to plant the eggs in New York's sewers. How the eggs will go from the sewers to conquer the populace Cozzi never even attempts to explain. But wait, let me back up because the female colonel, who a police lieutenant goes from calling "sir" to trying to get in the sack at the most inopportune times, assures the viewing audience that these aren't eggs, but a virus, then quickly contradicts herself by saying the opposite. And for all the care with which the eggs are handled at first, complete with high-tech hamster-cage incubation boxes and toxin-deflecting rainslickers, this same colonel, sans any protective garb, gets close enough to a batch of "eggs" that she could spoon herself out a sample. Which she should have because a later scene where someone tries to kill her by locking her in a bathroom with an egg combines the worst murder attempt with the worst bid for self-preservation (just cover the damn thing with a towel!) ever captured on film.