The Beastmaster 4K 1982 Ultra HD 2160p

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A warrior named Dar, after a horde of cruel Jans destroyed his native village, goes to seek revenge. Marked with the sign of the beast god, he understands the language of birds and animals, and his companions - a huge night tiger, a couple of cunning ferrets and an eagle - help him not only to fight people, but also with unknown creatures that live in dark forests and damp dungeons.

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Arnold Schwarzenegger's textbook hero, who rebelled against magic with a sword in his hands, was, of course, not the only one of his kind. In the same 1982, when Conan the Barbarian began his cinematic exploits, the fantasy adventure film "The Master of the Beasts" by Don Coscarelli was released. In the proven spirit of the genre, the village of a young man with the physique of the trained Apollo of Belvedere is cut out by evil nomad Jans with a masked leader, and the young warrior decides to take revenge. Fortunately, the existing option of merging with representatives of the fauna (Sarkozy's eagle (crossed out) Chirac, glacial-period ferrets-possums Kodo and Podo, the tiger Ru repainted into a panther) allows you to survey the world from a bird's eye view, and penetrate the enemy's soul hiding fear.

The eternal sunshine of the spotless mind of American cinema of the eighties spilled into every frame. Draped in haute couture loincloths, girls with the looks of Sandra, Sabrina and Samantha Fox bathe by a waterfall. A sinister witch carves a fruit from an enchanted cow. An ebony-skinned athlete guards the captive king's escaped son. The converted zombies shred anyone who gets in the way. Ferrets steal magic rings and copper keys from the dungeon. Half-humans - half-bats drink the life juices of other humanoids. The brutal priest feeds the cruel god with babies. The main character goes into the sunset with his beloved, his cousin, as it suddenly turns out.

Marc Singer, kin of the sovereign of the high-budget X-Men, Brian Singer, seemed just as good as the luckier one from Austrian Graz. Well tailored with deltoid and trapezius muscles, tightly sewn with blond curls, he writes the signs of infinity with a sharp sword, is thrown by old privateers and now and then reassuringly pats on the side a representative of the feline of an unknown breed. To match the king's son was the red-haired slave Kiri, whose role was taken from the unknown Demi Moore by Tanya Roberts, the future queen of the jungle. Yes, in principle, the rest of the supporting characters were charismatic and imaginative. But, if you compare with that “Conan” (there is no escape), this is a significant plus, there is a blanket for the sevenfold “Mr. Olympia”.

The multiple winner of all sorts of awards in the field of science fiction novel Andre Norton, oddly enough, in the field of cinema is not exposed in any way. Except for the Beast Mastery trilogy. Perhaps this is not the most successful line of works by the Grand Master (the official title of the American Science Fiction Writers Association). Perhaps it is a matter of time (the cult "Sargassos in Space" have long deserved to be screened). And, perhaps, this is a message to revise the table of ranks.

After all, it is clearly unfair that the high-quality work of an extraordinary director (in our country, however, he is better known for "Phantasms") is practically unknown to anyone, except for those scorched by the VHS format. Only one training deserves praise, then the tigers were not completed by computer. Yes, and the usual flight of a camera over a mountainous landscape thirty years ago was worth incomparably more efforts. Filming on location, pyramids, dungeons. Of course, a fairy tale is a fairy tale, and the logic in the actions of the characters is minimal. The whole city stares blankly as three and a half people are fighting a whole army of nomads. Here are the slaves, who are constantly beaten, carelessly walk away from their oppressors, without even thinking of dumping somewhere. Here the Guardians of Death are not controlled in any way, killing both aliens and their creators, some kind of toggle switch is clearly asking for it. But the general atmosphere intoxicates with a light aperitif, and the picture itself entertains no less artificially commercial implementations of comics. And the ferret's self-sacrifice is the last straw to watch.