Review: Julie Darling
Isabelle Mejias is the title
disturbed teenager who plots to do away with her mother so that she can have
her oblivious father (Anthony Franciosa) all to herself. Yes, in that
way. Fate intervenes by way of a delivery guy (Paul Hubbard) who misreads
signals and then gets violent with the mother. Everything seems to be working
to psychotic plan for Julie until she hits a pretty big snag: Her dad starts
seeing a new woman…and she’s played by Sybil Danning. Yeah, good luck winning
that one, Julie.
Genuinely messed up, bonkers 1982
film from “Chained Heat” director Paul Nicholas and his co-writer
Maurice Smith (“The Joys of Jezebel”) is admittedly not very good or
particularly well-made. I can’t really recommend it, certainly not
wholeheartedly. It is however, pretty committed to its crazy-arse central
conceit, and that earns it some points at least. That said, the bonkers premise
and the commitment to it do also likely limit the film’s appeal for most
viewers. In other words, it’s in such bad taste that it's easy to see why it’s
somewhat of an obscure 80s relic. Suffice to say if you thought “Poison Ivy”
would’ve been better if Ivy was the daughter, here’s that movie. I
personally found it darkly amusing that we have a film where this malignant kid
has the hots for her dad while he’s busy bonking Sybil Danning. Your mileage
and sense of humour may wildly differ and even I’m not going on record as
having liked the film.
This is one of Sybil Danning’s best
and most sympathetic characterisations. She’s actually genuinely solid here,
and young Isabelle Mejias is quite solid too in a very difficult role. Mejias
looks and acts like a cross between peak Winona Ryder and Joshua Miller from
“The River’s Edge”. Her Julie is a fascinatingly sociopathic character, truly
twisted and horrible. The best thing in the entire film is the creepy music
score by Joachim Ludwig (in what appears to be his only non-German film). It
sounds like something out of “Child’s Play” or “A Nightmare on Elm
Street”.
I can’t be entirely positive here,
unfortunately. Anthony Franciosa gives the most half-arsed performance I’ve
seen from a well-known and experienced actor in a long time. He’s awful.
There’s also a poorly directed and acted rape scene where the actress being
victimised behaves in a manner that is the complete opposite to how she’s
supposed to. You’ll see what I mean if you choose to watch the film. It doesn’t
work at all. Meanwhile, marital issues or not this father moves on from his
wife to a new woman within minutes. Sure, it’s Sybil Danning, but it’s still
really sloppy storytelling.
Do I like this film? Not really. Is
it well-executed? Not particularly. It is however completely outrageous and you
kinda have to admire the balls it must’ve took for Nicholas to make this. How
on earth was it even green-lit? In a subgenre full of nothings, it’s really
quite something. I’m actually kinda shocked that it’s not a Jess Franco film,
it sounds like his sort of perverted sleaze premise. You’ve been forewarned
that this will be for a very, very niche audience and even then you probably
still won’t consider it good.
Rating: C+
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