What is an unreview? Well, it's where I'm mentally enervated and bereft of the time necessary to devote to a proper critique of a film. This won't be a recurring column. I just want to document the fact that I've seen 1986's The Wind. It's exceptional. Directed by Nico Mastorakis, it's a suffocating chiller that finds Meg Foster fending for herself in a luxurious Greek locale overlooking choppy, imposing ocean water. She plays an author of crime pulp, and wouldn't you know it? She is being stalked by the caretaker.
Oh, the caretaker. I didn't know it when I purchased the Blu-ray, but our villain is Wings (fucking) Hauser. Fuck to the yeah! He's pretty much perfect here. The entire cast earns high marks, with Steve Railsback turning in a medium-sized, yet no less memorable performance as a...sailor/detective? Okay, so his character is vague, but it works. The Wind is all about atmosphere anyway. The cinematography is breathtaking. If you're curious, this is a 4-Z'Dar banger. I'm off to watch sports.
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