Man, Luigi Cozzi. Starcrash, Contamination, Paganini Horror, Cannon's Hercules, his remix of Godzilla, Sinbad of the Seven Seas, the remix remake ripoff weirdness that is Demons 6 De Profundis, The Killer Must Kill Again, writing Four Flies on Grey Velvet and even just being a fan of film and running Argento's Profondo Rosso store and museum -- I just love the man. Like, I wish I could buy him dinner and drinks and just pick his brain for hours about the history of film.
I think this is as close as I'm going to get.
Cozzi originally came up with the idea -- or at least the title -- for Blood on Méliès' Moon when he was working for Cannon in the 80s, but had no idea how it could be made. As much as we hate on modern technology, it did make this happen, as the Cozzi said that it was like when he "decided to become a publisher, until then, to publish a book you had to print at least one or two thousand copies. That meant a lot of money and often your storehouses were full of unsold copies. After the advent of digital, you could print even only thirty copies of a book and so I decided to start publishing books and novels."
Let me try and summarize this absolutely berserk movie.
Inventor Louis Le Prince -- a real artist could possibly have been the first person to shoot a movie of any length using a single lens camera and a strip of film; he also disappeared after boarding a train in September of 1890 on his way to demonstrate the camera, but there are theories that he was killed by Edison, disappeared to start a new life and celebrate his homosexuality where he would not be judged, that he committed suicide due to multiple failures or that his brother killed him to get their mother's will. The case has never been solved -- create a device that the Lumière Brothers would eventually call The Cinematographer.
Luigi Cozzi, playing himself, finds a book called The Roaming Universe that was left for him when Barbara (Barbara Magnolfi!) is killed by the statue of the Blood and Black Lace killer within Profondo Rosso's Argento museum basement, a book that she received during a seance during which an old woman violently puked it into existence.
A man has also sent Cozzi a lamp fashioned after Le Voyage dans la Lune and claims that a shadow version of La Prince in the guise of a masked magician has left the doorway open to a dark dimension that will soon doom our reality using film as his weapon.
It's a little like La rage du Démon, in that one of Méliès' movies causes chaos, but it's also a lot like a conspiracy tract you would have found in the 80s all Xeroxed and left in a payphone booth or a strange YouTube channel that at first you giggle about but then you say, "Well, that makes sense." It's baffling and brilliant and corny and silly all at the same time, a messy final message from an auteur who can't help but be entertaining no matter what he does.
There's also a trickster named Pierpoljakos (Philippe Beun-Garbe) who takes Cozzi through other dimensions, a severed head that can speak, Cozzi's wife reacting to him telling her that he has to save the world by just rolling over and going back to sleep, Cozzi in fuzzy pajamas, Ben Cooper level masks, monsters and effects, as well as Lamberto Bava showing off his dad's book collection, Dario Argento at an autograph signing and a nightmare that has critic Paolo Zelati claim that Cozzi is the Italian Ed Wood, which should upset him, but just ends up making him happy.
There's also a discussion of the volcano sequence that Cozzi ripped off for Hercules and asks, "Did Cozzi choose the images or did the images choose him?" He also gets to fly on a rocket and when he lands, gets a smile from his own creation, Stella Starr from Starcrash.
This movie reminds me of the Profondo Rosso store itself, a cramped small place with a few books, some DVDs and goofy masks, all standing above a shrine to the genius that is Italian exploitation cinema in the catacombs below. It doesn't make a lot of sense, it doesn't have to and it's wonderful.
I have in my office a Profondo Rosso mug and it's one of my prized possessions. It's like some alchemical object, something I hold and hope that the inspiration and madness and love of cinema that Cozzi has always had stays within me. I also am happy to report that when I mentioned his name to Caroline Munro, she lit up and said, "He really is the most wonderful man."
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Cozzi, you wonderful maniac!
Err Put your strait-jacket back on, Luigi Cozzi!
My personal favorite type of cinema is Italian cult and horror – preferably from the sixties, seventies and eighties – and many directors from this great country truly are my idols! But at the same time I have to admit that a lot of these same Italian directors are quite megalomaniac and borderline insane. Fellow Italian horror fanatics will unquestionably remember a certain movie called "Nightmare Concert" a.k.a. "Cat in the Brain". It's a film in which the famous Italian horror director Lucio Fulci shoots a film about a famous Italian horror director called...Lucio Fulci! No, wait
DOCTOR Lucio Fulci! The film supposedly was the director's attack towards censorship and pseudo-critics, but he nevertheless managed to have the name "Mr. Fulci" or even "Lucio" mentioned every 3 minutes (34 times throughout the entire movie, to be exact). But hey, I still loved that movie because chock-full of outrageous gore and – after all – Lucio Fulci was a God! Following nearly 20 years of radio silence in his career, writer/director Luigi Cozzi comes with something similar; a fantasy/mockumentary starring himself as
himself. Sadly, though, I can't say it's a big success because a) Luigi Cozzi is NOT Lucio Fulci and b) the film is a confusing and overlong hodgepodge of wild ideas and homages.
Luigi Cozzi doesn't belong to Italy's top horror directors but he did make a handful of entertaining and memorable movies, like the clever giallo "The Killer must Kill Again", the gooey Alien rip-off "Contamination" and the shameless Star Wars clone "Starcrash". Moreover, he's a very amiable and friendly guy! He was a guest at the Brussels' International Festival of Fantastic Films and came across as a very approachable and down-to-earth guy, what with his funny tourist hat and big smile on his face. His newest film might perhaps be a bit too bonkers and tedious, but in his defense, all he really wanted to do was openly declare his passion for the art of cinema. In his 130 minutes (!) long love-letter, Cozzi mixes clips and footage of the earliest film classics (Georges Méliès, the Lumière Brothers) and the German expressionist landmarks ("Nosferatu", "Metropolis"),but he also extendedly talks to his befriended directors (Lamberto Bava, Luigi Pastore) and exhibits horror pilgrimages (Dario Argento's Profondo Rosso Museum, the Metaluna store in Paris, Georges Méliès' grave at the Père Lachaise cemetery
). The actual film is quite boring and I still haven't quite figured out what the earth's apocalypse has to do with a missing piece of Méliès' "Voyage to the Moon" film
The only parts that are really interesting are the references towards the mysterious disappearance of Louis Le Prince, reputedly the true inventor of moving pictures in 1890 already. I can't be too harsh considering my love for Italian cinema and my appreciation for Mr. Cozzi, but to most people will undoubtedly reject "Blood on Méliès Moon" as pure amateurish and senseless trash. Hence, proceed with caution
Insanity That Only Cozzi Can Get Away With
I'm a fan of WTF films, especially of the Italian variety. "Blood On Melies Moon" is a fun nostalgia piece, with appearances by Cozzi, Dario Argento, Lamberto Bava, and Barbara Magnolfi. It lacks the suspense and excess of 70s and 80s Italian horror, but still has enough colourful visuals and crazy low-budget shenanigans to keep one scratching his head.