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Originally Posted by Roderick Usher
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yeah.....this kind of sold me on it
It’s true that “The Mother of Tears,” strictly as visual storytelling, suffers by comparison with the first and second Mother movies, or one of Mr. Argento’s better baroque thrillers, like “The Bird With the Crystal Plumage.” But it does something as well as, if not better than, anything in his oeuvre: it goes all the way. Giddy with gonzo, headlong abandon, the movie pushes further and further into unhinged camp dementia until it climaxes with an apocalyptic tableau that perfectly summarizes its visionary kitsch and delirious kick.
There’s a defiant late-period wooziness here, an infectious aura of play and pleasure and unembarrassed showmanship from an artist quite happy to amuse himself with scenes of nubile archaeologists being strangled by their own large intestines.