Not strictly a horror, this is a tragedy about control. The police state has control. Namaroff has control of Carla. Megaera has control of Carla. Every action so obviously mirrors (irony intended) another. Namaroff silencing the truth as so does the state. Meister as a direct liberating figure as opposed to Namaroff. Everything has its softer counterpart- the red, lava-spill eyes of the Gorgon against the rippled reflection of her face.
Also, more so than perhaps any other Hammer I’ve watched, The Gorgon has a remarkable sense of place. The dusty ruins of Castle Borick; the labyrinthine, almost fairytale streets of Vandorf; the strewn laboratory of Dr. Namaroff. It’s all so gorgeously autumnal and feather light- technicolour barraging you with pastels rather than saturates.
This’ll go up on a rewatch, I can feel it.
Not strictly a horror, this is a tragedy about control. The police state has control. Namaroff has control of Carla. Megaera has control of Carla. Every action so obviously mirrors (irony intended) another. Namaroff silencing the truth as so does the state. Meister as a direct liberating figure as opposed to Namaroff. Everything has its softer counterpart- the red, lava-spill eyes of the Gorgon against the rippled reflection of her face.
Also, more so than perhaps any other Hammer I’ve watched, The Gorgon has a remarkable sense of place. The dusty ruins of Castle Borick; the labyrinthine, almost fairytale streets of Vandorf; the strewn laboratory of Dr. Namaroff. It’s all so gorgeously autumnal and feather light- technicolour barraging you with pastels rather than saturates.
This’ll go up on a rewatch, I can feel it.