Ghost Story (1981)
by Corin Wentworth
WHAT IT’S ABOUT: When an elderly man’s son dies under mysterious circumstances, evidence points to the supernatural. The aging members of The Chowder Society hold the key, and as they are picked off one by one, the surviving son must uncover their secret before it’s too late.
REVIEW: Ghost Story made a such a lasting, disturbing impression on me when I first saw it in the ’80s, I’d been kinda scared to see it ever since. It came on TV one lazy, unsupervised summer afternoon, and with one chilling stroke left me forever traumatized. A water-logged corpse collapsing to the ground, gelatinous skin sloughing away like a jellied sausage casing, slime-covered skull yawning open to unleash a silent howl… This image has never left me. Neither has the image of a screaming, naked man crashing to his bloody death through a plate glass window. This gruesome scene occurs in the first few minutes of the film and also happens to be the very first time my innocent eyes had ever seen a human wang. I guess it just slipped past the censors somehow.
Whoops! Sorry we SCARRED YOU FOR LIFE.
