An impromptu party on the picturesque shores of Lake Geneva in July 1816 leads to a ghoulish night of terror: a night which will ultimately inspire the writing of two great horror classics: Mary Shelley's 'Frankenstein' and Dr. Polidori's 'The Vampyre'. Exiles Lord Byron (Gabriel Byrne) and his macabre companion Dr. Polidori (.. Read more
| Starring | Gabriel Byrne, Julian Sands, Natasha Richardson, Myriam Cyr |
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| Director | Ken Russell |
| Genres | Horror |
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Ken Russell's talent to abuse past icons goes wondrously berserk here, as he resurrects the notorious 19th-century literary booze-up — Byron, Shelley, Mary Godwin, Polidori at the Villa Diodati on the shores of Lake Geneva. It's this incestuous, laudanum-quaffing occasion that led to the writing of Frankenstein, and, while Gabriel Byrne, Julian Sands and Natasha Richardson take it seriously enough, Russell keeps undermining them with overwrought visual decadence. You feel you've been invited to the exorcism of some very private demons in this example of cinema as psychiatrist's couch.
June 16, 1816. The Villa Diodati on the shores of Lake Geneva. An illustrious gathering: Lord Byron and his... read more on Time Out
Somewhat unhinged version of a famous occurrence in 1816, full of nauseous detail typical of its director.
This movie shows the romantic poets in a more human (and perhaps accurate)light than your GCSE homework. Good for people who have done really strange things while under the influence.
NOT a horror movie.
The soundtrack is dire 80's synth that does not fit at all.
Try Haunted Summer for a more serous treatment of the subject.
Typical Ken Russell Film...
With the rating I intended!!!
Now, I love Gabriel Byrne and Julian Sands. The 2 of them in combination looked promising in this arty cult flick. However, if I can save one person from this tedious, self indulgent drivel, then the time I wasted watching half of it in the hope it got better, was worth it.
Save yourselves.
Now, I love Gabriel Byrne and Julian Sands. The 2 of them in combination looked promising in this arty cult flick. However, if I can save one person from this tedious, self indulgent drivel, then the time I wasted watching half of it in the hope it got better, was worth it.
Save yourselves.
A truly appalling film and one that has driven me to write my first ever review. I can only hope that I misread the synopsis of this film and that it is actually meant to be a spoof horror. The music is dreadful, as is the acting of all but the wonderful Gabriel Byrne and the script is utter trash. A typical 3rd-rate B-movie from a collection of actors who, it would appear, saw this pseudo-intellectual comment on Byron's life as an opportunity to fast-track their careers. Thank God they are not now judged on this film!
This movie shows the romantic poets in a more human (and perhaps accurate)light than your GCSE homework. Good for people who have done really strange things while under the influence.
NOT a horror movie.
The soundtrack is dire 80's synth that does not fit at all.
Try Haunted Summer for a more serous treatment of the subject.
Typical Ken Russell Film...
With the rating I intended!!!
Now, I love Gabriel Byrne and Julian Sands. The 2 of them in combination looked promising in this arty cult flick. However, if I can save one person from this tedious, self indulgent drivel, then the time I wasted watching half of it in the hope it got better, was worth it.
Save yourselves.
but then have you ever seen a movie featuring Byron that wasn't: 'Lady Caroline Lamb' for instance.
Then again this is more over tghe top than most: mechanical women; snakes; eyeball nipples; suits of armour with metal dildos.
Only gave one star as I can't give none
Drug addled nonsense filled with the usual Ken Russell madness, but well worth a look. The soundtrack is incongruous to say the least (Thomas Dolby, why) but Gabriel Byrnes is cool as Byron, and Timothy Spall is impossibly young, and there is all sorts of weird and interesting imagry.
Forget the plot. This is one of those films students get stoned to and watch, they might have a point with this one.
I didnt realise when I ordered this that it was a Ken Russell film otherwise I would have avoided it like the plaque. The best way to describe this film is that its Train Spotting from the romantic period, but not a patch on the modern equivalent. If your idea of a good film is watching people wander about having hallucinations after taking drugs etc, then this is for you, otherwise leave well alone. The only connection to horror in this film is that Mary Shelley got the idea for Frankenstein whilst staying over with Byron in the film. Very poor!!
What a disappointment. Complete load of nonsense. The acting is appalling, the script makes no sense and the direction is truely horrific. Avoid this film at all costs.
A truly appalling film and one that has driven me to write my first ever review. I can only hope that I misread the synopsis of this film and that it is actually meant to be a spoof horror. The music is dreadful, as is the acting of all but the wonderful Gabriel Byrne and the script is utter trash. A typical 3rd-rate B-movie from a collection of actors who, it would appear, saw this pseudo-intellectual comment on Byron's life as an opportunity to fast-track their careers. Thank God they are not now judged on this film!
Ken Russell's talent to abuse past icons goes wondrously berserk here, as he resurrects the notorious 19th-century literary booze-up — Byron, Shelley, Mary Godwin, Polidori at the Villa Diodati on the shores of Lake Geneva. It's this incestuous, laudanum-quaffing occasion that led to the writing of Frankenstein, and, while Gabriel Byrne, Julian Sands and Natasha Richardson take it seriously enough, Russell keeps undermining them with overwrought visual decadence. You feel you've been invited to the exorcism of some very private demons in this example of cinema as psychiatrist's couch.
June 16, 1816. The Villa Diodati on the shores of Lake Geneva. An illustrious gathering: Lord Byron and his... read more on Time Out
Somewhat unhinged version of a famous occurrence in 1816, full of nauseous detail typical of its director.