The Last Matinee

Italian giallo Homage… 4 fans of those colorful kills seen in films like opera / tbh: It was refreshing to watch a newer made movie that left out what is normally considered "scary" ie) overused jitter— cutz & cheesy VFX. This is pretty on point to slasher, and should be on your Halloween list to watch if you haven't. Drinking games to the kills? Yeah. Its one of those party puke ones. (Good thing!) overall= a good time. Some parts are wobbly but, it holds up after more than one watch, enjoy.

Great movie! Fantastic homage to Giallo films. A lot of subtlety and intense atmosphere leading up to the gore. Highly recommend!

It had its moments, but it's far from anything special in terms of any other hasher-slasher movie. Wouldn't recommend going out of your way to watch, even if you like horror movies.

Brilliant tribute to Giallo films but it has enough to stand out on its own lots of nods to Fulci Bava and of course Argento. That said the scares are great and I think this director is one to look out for

This movie is a copy of an older film that frankly was done better, but this movie is still frightening and gory and horrifying. Thanks to all the top notch actors in this film for making a pretty frightful movie, thus my *3 & 1/2* rating!!!

It's a very good slasher and a nice hommage to the old movie theatre.

It took me four sittings to finish this 83-minute film. That should tell you how I felt about it.

Weak plot. Murderer has no motive. And, if that isn't enough....the movie is painfully slow.

Retro slasher filmmaking at it's imaginative best. Rob Martin - Silver Screen Previews

Montevideo, Uruguay-based filmmaker Maximiliano "Max" Contenti has been at it since his first short released in 2001. He's since made eight shorts, two features — Meneco viviente V and Neptunia — and one documentary. An '80s slasher meets '70s giallo throwback that is set in the Wes Craven-Scream '90s, The Last Matinee, aka Al morir la matinée (Red Screening) is a movie for fans of both genres — especially giallos — as we are treated to over-the-top, creative kills. As with those giallos of old that we love: it's not the plot we came for: all the colors of the dark are what we came for. And The Last Matinee has more color and style that several of the recent horror streamers we've watched put together. The plot is simple and it's set up quickly and it just gets on with it: it's a dreary, soaking wet day with nothing to do — so you go to the comforting refuge of a grand ol' theater to watch a showing of Frankenstein. The thing is: serial killers don't like the rain either and get bored as well. Hey, why should our "Norman Bates" have to collect eyeballs in the pouring down rain when there's a nice, warm theater filled with plenty of orbs to pluck so as to fill his bottle? This is the type of sick, clever film that, when one of the victims is smoking and the killer slits their throat: cigarette smoke comes out of their throat. Yeah, while it may be derivative to some — oh, let's say Michael Soavi's Stage Fright and Lamberto Bava's Demons and Dario Argento's Opera and Bigas Luna's Anquish comes to mind — but I can't recall the last time cigarette smoke puffed out of a slit throat. As with Luna's cinema-with-cinema effort: the bloody events in the theater mirror the film on the screen. Hey, we enjoyed it . . . more so than a not-so-clever Rob Zombie Xerox joint.