Rob Zombie. A guy leading an army of devoted fans, a legion. A king among kings. A maestro of the macabre. Beloved by many. Wait what? I’m supposed to write about his movies not his musical career? Oh ok. No. Then the guy is fucked. Hated. Despised even.
But not by me. Oh no. I might not care for his musical endeavours, but his movies, oh boy. Yep I’m pretty much a fanboy. Sadly, nowadays, I feel like I am the only one eagerly anticipating that magical moment a new Rob Zombie movie gets announced as like I said before, these days the guy is hated like cancer. A hate that is not only inappropriate but also stupid as fuck. It’s quite the trendy thing to do. Pick one random guy and let’s all hate him like there is no tomorrow. If you want to be one of the cool kids you have to hate the guy profoundly. Rob Zombie has become the Rob Liefeld of horror movies. The Justin Bieber of… no wait that little fucker deserves all the hate he is getting. Let’s burn the fucker alllliiiveeeeeee. Ähm ok. Back to Rob Zombie.
Once proclaimed the savior of horror cinema he soon fell from grace at the eyes of horror purists with his remake of the John Carpenter classic Halloween. But enough of the trash-talking, the drama queen bullshit. Let’s leave all the bitching aside and talk about Rob Zombie’s latest movie: The Lords of Salem.
The Lords of Salem tells the story of radio DJ Heidi (portrayed by Sheri Moon Zombie) who after listening to a record she was sent by the so-called ”Lords” starts seeing things that are not only trippy as fuck but also becoming more and more real. The maleficient daughters of Salem shall be awakened. They will not be denied. Havoc of the soul will follow.
This is very much a Rob Zombie film. The feel, the look of the movie is pretty much the same in every Rob Zombie film. His redneck-ish, dirty, brutally honest way of filming is constantly associated to Rob Zombie and is often the reason for some pretty harsh criticism towards the director. Me? I’d rather have a director who has his own vision, his own style than any of those interchangeable so-called filmmakers that are popping up all over Hollywood to direct the next big horror franchise.
The movie is full of iconic and highly blasphemous imaginary. Black metalists will be like ”bitch please, I burn down a church every couple of weeks”… but yeah. I have not sold my soul to the devil… yet. The satanic, nightmarish images were filmed beautifully and are, to me, one of the highlights of the whole movie.
Rob Zombie is not only a horror director he is also a fan. And in being so he knows his shit. He knows, and loves, all the actors we love aswell and keeps on casting the right actors for the right roles spot-on. If you look at the list of actors he has already cast in all of his films… it’s a love letter to the genre. The main character is played by none other than Rob Zombie’s spouse, Sheri Moon Zombie. People keep complaining that Rob Zombie keeps on casting his wife in all of his movies. Bad tongues argue that if it wasn’t for her husband, she probably wouldn’t get any roles at all. Bullshit. The girl is mesmerizing in all of the films she is. Be it as a sexed-up, crazy serial-killer in The Devil’s Rejects or in this case a nerdy, down-to-earth (yes hipster) radio DJ.
That being said I have to admit that I was expecting a little more from this movie. It is not a bad movie at all. Far from that. But it is very slow at moments (some would say boring) and does not take full advantage of the film’s potential. Strong performances from all the actors and the eerie atmosphere make for a chilling film experience that could have been amazing but turned out to be only ”good”.
Do not boycott movies, comic books or anything else for that matter just because it is cool to do so. Make up your own mind. Different people have different (movie) tastes. And that’s cool, otherwise the world would be boring as fuck. Trends come and go. Art remains.