Ambitious, pretentious and ultimately boring “anthology” from the madman behind the superior Cards of Death. The first story titled The Black Veil runs nearly 75 minutes and carries a hazy dreamlike vibe that would have played well on film but only works to confuse things since its shot on video. In 1888, a recently widowed woman travels to Paris to see her schoolmate, Justine. Her friend is now starring in the infamous Le Théâtre du Grand-Guignol. Suffering from severe headaches, Justine has become addicted to laudanum thanks to the creepy-ass actor/show runner Demetrius. There’s also a coven of vampires (I think) or some likewise evil headed by Brinke Stevens. Meg attempts to cure her friend using hypnosis and all hell breaks loose. Confusing and sleep-inducing, the whole damn thing is mostly forgettable outside of some intriguing camerawork and the always welcome Stevens. It was also nice to see Cards of Death’s Hog again. The second story has an insufferable photographer bitch about things and ramble some bullshit about dragonflies. This ultimately leads to him hooking up with a mysterious big-breasted woman and getting himself murdered. Brinke Stevens shows up here as a model and radio dj... sure, whatever. Poor acting and an overly artistic streak sink whatever good graces the viewer had.
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