Day Four: The House With the Yellow Carpet

We've made it to day four, and I still haven't gone insane yet.  I am, however, about to ask my comedian friend where he gets his fedoras.  I've always wanted one, but I think it would look like the cranial version of Fat Guy in the Little Coat.

The House With The Yellow Carpet is actually a TV movie from the 80's.  But that doesn't mean we're gonna miss out on blood and nudity.

Well, I missed out on some of the nudity.  I guess my copy was sourced from a Japanese print.  The Japanese don't like pubelage.  So one scene had some blurring over some lady parts.

Anyhow, onto the plot.  A married couple place an ad in the newspaper selling the titular yellow carpet.  The main reason behind this is because it was a wedding gift from the wife's stepfather.  You see, wifey has hot and heavy sex dreams every night where she calls out her stepfather's name and it's pissing the hubby off.  You gotta admit, you'd be kinda pissed too.

A man calls about the rug and is on his way to check it out.  Before he arrives, the husband is called away because their car is getting towed.  The man then arrives, and things go from strange to downright f-ed up.

There is only one setting (an apartment, not a house.  Whatever), giving a somewhat claustrophobic feeling to the film.  The main action takes place in three rooms-the living room, the bedroom, and the bathroom.  Only small cutaway scenes take place outside.

The film is based on a stage play, and it really shows.  The main weakness in the film lies in the dialogue.  It's stilted like many stage-to-movie transitions.  What works in one medium doesn't necessarily work in another.  The dubbing doesn't help either, making the actors sound like high schoolers in the year-end play...albeit legal high schoolers who can show their boobies.

Every plot synopsis only refers to the first third of the film, and I plan on keeping it the same way.  However, I will say that a Persian legend says that yellow carpet only exists to highlight the color of blood...mwahaha...

Not bad, but not necessarily something I'd rush to seek out again.

Later.
-Justin