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    Two young women consume more than the recommended dosage of a hallucinogenic substance from a glass vial and begin a psychotropic journey (albeit separately) across the grounds of a mansion. Things begin prosaic enough as one of our surrogates into the increasingly strange land seems content to enjoy nature and experience everything her altered senses bring to her while her friend tracks her down. Eventually the duo reunite, and it’s then the world turns lavender and they encounter a dude in a top hat sans trousers. Now I know what you’re thinking; what good can come from a man that is formal above and porno below (to be fair he is wearing some fashion of flesh colored tights), but let me assure you; this cat is a guide of sorts for one of our comely lasses, and manages to separate the pair once more. As the trip (figuratively and literally continues) we get face paint, a vampire (in a sequence set in a cemetery and reminiscent of the work of Jean Rollin), a romance (complete with white wine and baguettes) that ends as quickly as it begins except with a tad more bloodshed, and a mysterious obelisk that may hold the key to getting the hell out of whatever fresh hell these ladies have found themselves in…have you guessed that this film operates under it’s own set of rules yet my creeps?

    Make no mistake, Amethyst is more of a filmed expression of dream logic than it is a straight ahead motion picture. The absence of dialog, bizarre music choices (some classical, some ambient synths…whatever sets the mood really), and overall strange vibe see to it that all expectations are eliminated and replaced with the joy of discovering what our heroines will be confronted with next, and the fact that the story is basically a skeleton of an idea seals the deal. There truly is nothing like this film, and therein lies the one obstacle inherent in a picture like this; a lot of folks just won’t “get it”…but I’m pretty sure when you set out to make a silent film with bloodsuckers and French bread you probably expect that to be the case.

    Writer/Director Jared Masters has created a truly unique vision, and has the aesthetic acumen and sensibilities to make what should by rights be a hot mess into an engaging experience to those bold enough to take the journey. I recommend Amethyst for fans of ’70’s Euro horror, lovers of experimental film, or those that just want something incredibly different from an experience in the ol’ horror biz, and I honestly can not wait to see what Masters conjures up for our senses next!

    Daniel XIII
    Daniel XIII; the result of an arcane ritual involving a King Diamond album, a box of Count Chocula, and a copy of Swank magazine, is a screenwriter, actor, artist, and reviewer of fright flicks…Who hates ya baby?

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