Reading through several reviews of this picture, I noticed each reviewer had the same gripe with the film. Namely that what started off as a keenly observed teen angst story "disappointingly" wandered into "Slasher" territory for its finale. This gripe is what convinced me to check it out.
When I was seven years old, I happened across a local TV station broadcast of Seconds early on a Sunday morning in 1976. I caught probably 95% of the movie. In spite of my young age and the fact that it was a black & white film, I was totally transfixed by it.
My opinion of what I've seen so far of the Suspiria remake is...[shrug]...why'd they bother?
How about a Teachers sequel, set in modern day, exploring the school's corrupt decision 34 years ago to cover up the gym teacher's serial sexual predation?
Teaching through negative example, [At Close Range] was invaluable in reminding me not to associate with low-life hillbilly criminals.
Imagine a historically-based 1974 Canadian update of 1972’s Chato’s Land, only concerned more with atmosphere than melodrama, minus the gang rape and graphic torture.
Through these different revisions, I'd been twisting my imagination into a veritable pretzel in an attempt to rationalize something unequivocally absurd.