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I bought this because it was cheaper then buying the house where evil dwells by itself. Ghost Warrior is a classic movie but I bought it for the other movie. My review for the house where evil dwells:THE HOUSE WHERE EVIL DWELLS stars Edward Albert (GETTING EVEN) and the luscious, wide-eyed Susan George (STRAW DOGS, DIE SCREAMING MARIANNE) as a lovely young couple, he American, she British, who move to rural Japan with their daughter so that hubby can pursue his career as a journalist. Albert’s best pal, played by character actor and HUMANOIDS FROM THE DEEP star Doug McClure, gets the family a sweet deal on a traditional Japanese country home and we, the audience, know exactly why the price is so rock bottom…In the film’s balletic and bizarre opening, we meet the former residents of the house. A scowling samurai watches in fury as his comely wife makes sweet love to another man in their living room and, before they finish their passionate, illicit coupling, the sword-wielding cuckold bursts in, swinging for vengeance. After a wildly protracted, slow-motion attack, the husband hacks the arm off his wife’s lover and before his spurting stump runs dry, he hacks off the horny man’s head for good measure. Without missing a beat, he opens his wife’s throat and then commits gory suicide, impaling himself on his weapon.So when McClure and the locals tell the Albert and George that the home is haunted, we believe it.Director Kevin Connor (MOTEL HELL) makes no pretense for subtlety here and as soon as the couple settles in to their new digs, he shows the blue-tinted ghostly trio; hollow-eyed, muttering echoes of the murderous husband and adulterous lovers who now seem to be united in death, intent on tormenting and possessing the new tenants in the hopes that history will repeat itself.And it does. Soon George is screwing McClure and Albert is down-spiraling into paranoid Jack Torrance-ville, acting erratically, violently and losing his mind. Meanwhile, the ghosts keep at it, thrilling to the mayhem they’re posthumous actions are causing.THE HOUSE WHERE EVIL DWELLS gets sneered at for what many believe to be inadvertent humor and inept attempts to scare, but I don’t see it that way. The ghosts themselves (achieved via a very cool in-camera technique pioneered by German expressionists) act like a malevolent Greek chorus to the dissolution of the family and they’re a deeply surreal addition that adds a kind of bizarre black comedy to the often histrionic drama.Equally outrageous are scenes where the murderous dead samurai’s face appears grimacing in the daughter’s soup, to which the girl states “there’s a horrible face in my soup!” before her angry, demented dad tries to pour the steaming brew down her gullet. It’s a sequence of absolute madness and, rather than being silly, I found it to be an abstract re-enactment of the insanity of domestic abuse. Then there’s the unforgettable sequence where the daughter is menaced by the giant tree-crab monster,a deliciously crude remote controlled puppet that grumbles away in Japanese, chasing her around the room.Like all good Japanese ghost stories THE HOUSE WHERE EVIL DWELLS is deeply weird and that’s likely why certain critics and fans didn’t respond to it upon release. But its alien oddness brushes up against a legitimately affecting domestic melodrama, one that gives George a long leash to deliver a fearless, uninhibited performance that is as emotionally complex as it is sexual (the actress has no qualms about showing off her gorgeous body). All these elements combine to make THE HOUSE WHERE EVIL DWELLS one of the great, unsung 80’s horror films. There’s nothing really quite like it.
