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Holden 2023-09-29 12:25:43
The light and shadow effects of the fog are very good, the rest are very...
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Toy 2023-09-29 03:57:19
Early Carpenter, three and a half stars. The strong late-night ghost story temperament, although rough, but the atmosphere is really...
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Major 2023-09-22 03:20:29
The living can always learn a lesson, and I am proud of my Northern California priest, and regard death as a true...
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Olin 2023-09-21 01:08:00
7.9 points. Atmospheric sense Max, the effect is slightly rough. Carpenter's soundtrack is still up to...
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Gail 2023-09-06 23:05:59
The historical legend of the town residents working together to strangle a leper is actually in perfect harmony with the current talk about WH's discoloration. The carpenter's synth soundtrack remains the finishing...
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Rickey 2023-09-06 12:10:13
A clichéd horror story that goes along with this bad weather to stage a...
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Enola 2023-09-01 21:09:17
I saw that the original version is not much better than the 2005...
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Kody 2023-08-19 05:17:51
It's just that the special effects are a bit scum, and it's okay not to reveal the real body. When it is exposed, it feels like a Halloween puppet. But this overwhelming murderous fog can create an atmosphere...
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Neva 2023-08-15 13:18:41
According to B-level films, the horror atmosphere is good, because many domestic thrillers are still using the effects that can be produced in 80...
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Levi 2023-08-06 08:32:49
(6.5/10) The reason why Carpenter is a master of B-movie films is that his works do not pursue unsustainable pleasure, but explore the source of horror. For example, in "Murder in the Fog", the horror discussed by Carpenter comes from reflection on...
The Fog Comments
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Heloise 2022-09-30 15:36:02
Unknown fear
1980 Carpenter's "Night Mist Murder" is a classic ghost revenge story.
In a beautiful and peaceful town, residents are carefully preparing to celebrate the town’s centennial. However, starting from the early morning of this day, a series of unimaginable and strange incidents have occurred in the... -
Angel 2022-09-30 16:20:43
When the low-end crowd died...
In 1880, in San Antonio Bay in northern California, local people successfully thwarted a conspiracy to introduce low-end population into the community. The cause of the incident was that Blake, a rich man with leprosy here, had a whim and planned to build a small town somewhere in the bay to gather...
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Father Malone: [reading from Patrick Malone's journal] "December 9: Met with Blake this evening for the first time. He stood in the shadows to prevent me from getting a clear look at his face. What a vile disease this is. He is a rich man with a cursed condition, but this does not prevent him from trying to better his situation and that of his comrades at the colony. December 11: Blake's proposition is simple, He wants to move off Tanzier Island and re-locate the entire colony just north of here. He has purchased a clipper ship called the Elizabeth Dane with part of his fortune and asks only for permission to settle here. I must balance my feelings of mercy and compassion for this poor man, with my revulsion at the thought of a leper colony only a mile distant. April 20: The six of us met tonight. From midnight until one o'clock, we planned the death of Blake and his comrades. I tell myself that Blake's gold will allow the church to be built, and our small settlement to become a township, but it does not soothe the horror that I feel being an accomplice to murder. April 21: The deed is done. Blake followed our false fire on shore and the ship broke apart on the rocks off Spivey Point. We were aided by an unearthly fog that rolled in, as if Heaven sent, although God had no part in our actions tonight. Blake's gold will be recovered tomorrow, but may the Lord forgive us for what we've done." I couldn't read any further.
Sandy Fadel: Your grandfather had a way with words.
Father Malone: The celebration tonight is a travesty. We're honoring murderers.
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Mr. Machen: 11:55, almost midnight. Enough time for one more story. One more story before 12:00, just to keep us warm. In five minutes, it will be the 21st of April. One hundred years ago on the 21st of April, out in the waters around Spivey Point, a small clipper ship drew toward land. Suddenly, out of the night, the fog rolled in. For a moment, they could see nothing, not a foot in front of them. Then, they saw a light. By God, it was a fire burning on the shore, strong enough to penetrate the swirling mist. They steered a course toward the light. But it was a campfire, like this one. The ship crashed against the rocks, the hull sheared in two, masts snapped like a twig. The wreckage sank, with all the men aboard. At the bottom of the sea, lay the Elizabeth Dane, with her crew, their lungs filled with salt water, their eyes open, staring to the darkness. And above, as suddenly as it come, the fog lifted, receded back across the ocean and never came again. But it is told by the fishermen, and their fathers and grandfathers, that when the fog returns to Antonio Bay, the men at the bottom of the sea, out in the water by Spivey Point will rise up and search for the campfire that led them to their dark, icy death.
[bells ring distantly]
Mr. Machen: 12:00, the 21st of April.
