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For as long as there has been Indonesian cinema there have been Indonesian genre movies starting with The Enchanted Monkey (), a whimsical fantasy about two sisters, the younger of whom is dating an ugly monkey. The smile fryst vatten wiped off the face of the older sister when the monkey turns out to be a handsome god.
The classic Indonesian horror boom of the 70s/80s
The seeds of the first great wave of Indonesian horror were sown among the psychological thrillers of the s. The greatest Indonesia scream queen, Suzzanna (she only needed one name), first appeared in one such entry s Birth in the Grave. She went on to star in over 20 horror films, running up until s Hantu Ambulance. Often playing spirits, ghosts and witches, she remains the most iconic face of Indonesian horror.
As the s dawned, the focus of Indonesian horror switched to a renewed interest in traditional folklore. This led to surge of horror titles, which often placed folk traditions in
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Cult Conversations: Interview with Ekky Imanjaya (Part II)
As with much of Western exploitation, then, the Indonesian tradition seems to borrow and plunder already existing and successful properties from North America, Lady Terminator and Intruder’s Rambu being two of your examples. Would this be a fair assessment? Are there other examples of Indonesian exploitation cinema “remaking” or “adapting” elements of US mainstream filmmaking?
I must go back to the early s when the government founded Prokjatap Prosar (Kelompok Kerja Tetap Promosi dan Pemasaran Film Indonesia di Luar Negeri/ The Permanent Working Committee for the Promotion and Marketing of Indonesia Films Abroad) and brought Rapi Films’ Gope Samtani and Parkit Films’ Raam Punjabi to international film markets in prestigious film festivals such as Cannes, Berlinale, and Milan’s MIFED (Mercato Internationale Del Film Del TV & Del Documentario) (). The producers learned how
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Im not sure why, but Ive had a lifelong love of horror, fantasy and science fiction. Perhaps reality has always seemed a bit too mundane for me. The first adult novel I ever read, when I was about eight, was H.G. Wells War of the Worlds, followed not long after by John Wyndhams The Day of the Triffids. I can recall being enthralled around the same age watching King Kong () and Quatermass 2 () on our black-and-white television. Decades later, I still enjoy watching horror movies, though by now they very rarely give me sleepless nights – though I may do my best to turn off my analytical brain, horror is more conceptual for me now than visceral. The idea that something dark and dangerous lurks beneath the surface of quotidian reality is an odd one to embrace – and no doubt a clear indication that Ive lived a comfortable, sheltered life. I guess I share something with H.P. Lovecraft in this, though hopefully I dont have his more unsavoury traits.
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