Synopsis
He's not a serial killer. He's much worse.
A woman on the run from her abusive husband encounters a mysterious hitch-hiker.
Dust Devil
Cast
Robert John Burke Chelsea Field Marianne Sägebrecht William Hootkins Zakes Mokae John Matshikiza Rufus Swart Russell Copley Andre Odendaal Luke Cornell Philip Henn Robert Stevenson Peter Hallr Stephen Earnhart Crystal Dobson Mickey Wenk Stephanus Titus Philip Notununu Marietjie Vaughn Ursula Peveling Erle Vaughan Jaco Espach Terry Norton Isaac Mavimbela AJ Van der Merwe Richard Stanley
Director
Producers
Writer
Casting
Editors
Cinematography
Assistant Directors
Additional Directing
Executive Producers
Camera Operators
Additional Photography
Production Design
Art Direction
Set Decoration
Special Effects
Title Design
Stunts
Composer
Sound
James Mather Jenny Lee Wright Aad Wirtz Richard Rhys Davies Kate Hopkins Jonathan Miller Pauline Griffith Dominic Lester Robin O'Donoghue Robin Harris
Costume Design
Makeup
Hairstyling
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Language
Alternative Titles
Demoniaca, Porforgatag, Le souffle du démon, מדבר השטן, O Colecionador de Almas, El demonio del desierto, 더스트 데블, Дьявол песков, 尘土恶魔, Diabelski pył
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Releases by Date
Premiere
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France
Cannes Film Festival
29 Aug 2004
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Finland
Espoo Film Festival
17 Nov 2012
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Mexico
Morbido Film Fest
13 Sep 2015
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Portugal
Lisbon International Horror Film Festival
Theatrical
11 Jul 1992
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South Korea18
08 Aug 1992
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Japan
17 Sep 1992
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Germany18
08 Oct 1992
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Netherlands
17 Mar 1993
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France12
16 Apr 1993
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UK18
03 Jun 1993
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ItalyVM14
30 Sep 1993
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Argentina16
Physical
13 Oct 1993
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USAR
14 Dec 1993
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Argentina16
09 May 1994
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UK18
Releases by Country
Argentina
30 Sep 1993
- Theatrical16
14 Dec 1993
- Physical16 (video premiere)
Finland
29 Aug 2004
- Premiere Espoo Film Festival
France
10 May 1992
- Premiere Cannes Film Festival
17 Mar 1993
- Theatrical12
Germany
17 Sep 1992
- Theatrical18
Italy
03 Jun 1993
- TheatricalVM14
Japan
08 Aug 1992
- Theatrical
Mexico
17 Nov 2012
- Premiere Morbido Film Fest
Netherlands
08 Oct 1992
- Theatrical (Amsterdam)
Portugal
13 Sep 2015
- Premiere Lisbon International Horror Film Festival
South Korea
11 Jul 1992
- Theatrical18
UK
16 Apr 1993
- Theatrical18
09 May 1994
- Physical18 (video premiere)
USA
13 Oct 1993
- PhysicalR Video premiere
Popular reviews
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A shapeshifting demon drifting through sun-drenched landscapes in search for his next victim faces his greatest adversary: Harvey Weinstein.
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A mysterious magical drifter killer known as Dust Devil roams the desert searching for his next victim in this South African horror thriller from Richard Stanley. Asphalt kissy kissy. Kodak moment. Bad shit usually happens under a full moon. Tit grab. Neck snap. Snuggle buddies. The Dust Devil character has the creepiness of Rutger Hauer's John Ryder from The Hitcher and the suave swagger of Billy Zane's The Collector from Demon Knight. Burn, Motherfucker, Burn. Bitch slap. Choo choo train. Cows that like to moo. Bootleg RoboCop Robert John Burke makes an awesomely awesome badass drifter. Sharp razor. Smart owl. Chelsea Field is an underrated hottie. Zakes Mokae is the motherfucker. Autopsy yucky yuck. Joe smokes too much ganja and…
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Some films are the stuff of legend because they are beastly gory, others because of their impact. And one film is a legend because it's been under the radar for far too long.
'Devil delivers almost-epic horror: Combining African spiritualism, horror mysticism and shamanistic imagery drenched in red dust and yellow sand, it feels like a spaghetti western version of Blade Runner with a dash of Carlos Castaneda.
When it first hit video stores in '93 it was barely noticed. Although heavily butchered by the Weinsteins, there has always been something deeply special about 'Devil. Underground horror circles were the first to celebrate it, and it was only a matter of time before it started building its number of loyal…
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Sun-scorched surrealism abounds in the sand-blasted environs of South Africa. Here, Richard Stanley draws inspiration from the legend of Nhadiep, which had previously inspired the British film Windprints, released in 1989. Nhadiep is a name attributed to an elusive serial killer (responsible for a string of brutal ritualistic murders) who was active in Namibia in the early 1980s. The killer's elusiveness led to some degree of mythologizing, with locals believing him to have the ability to shapeshift in order to avoid detection, which is the element Stanley focuses on, weaving a surreal and slow-burn tale about a supernatural serial killer.
It's difficult to classify or categorize this film in any way. It's perhaps a stretch to call it a horror…
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English Version below
Horroroktober die Dreizehnte (13/4) feat. DuBFal-Horrorweeks - 3rd Round - Film Nr. 13
Staubig trocken liegt sie darnieder, ausgebreitet wie die gestrandete Midgardschlange. Fern das Leben um sie herum zur Hölle gefahrenen Wasserspeichers der sich widerspiegelnden, Flora wie Fauna nieder- und abbrennenden Feuersbrunst, gedeiht sie sich ausdehnend unters Schlangen Schlängeln. Staubballungen das immerwährende Dach bildend, verbergen die durchreisende Kundschaft fahrbarer Untersetzter. Immer wieder erheben sich ihre Mahnmale zur Staub zerfallen in die sich hebenden Staubsäulen. Im letzten Aufschrei und Weigern ihres Todes, drehen sich die staubig trocknen Windrosen in sich im Kreise.Mitten auf seinen asphaltierten Füßen stehend, das Dach geballten Staubes niederfallend wie die Leichenblässe, steht ER auf dem Highway zur niederfahrenden Hölle. Sein Duster, sein…
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I hate that Richard Stanley is apparently a garbage person because I do love his movies. I also hate that cancel culture has devolved into something that will cancel someone, say a film director, so fast that no consideration is given to all the other people who helped bring that persons visions to life. So I’m not here to cancel the director’s work, just the director himself. Fuck him. Love this movie.
A beautiful and haunting film with a great score and it’s odd that I like this so much because I’m generally turned off by movies that take place in the desert. Total lack of atmosphere for me I guess. Yes, it has flaws and it’s not his best film. I think Hardware still holds that title for me. But it is a unique movie that I always enjoy and let me tell you the most important thing here: 90’s Robert John Burke can fucking GET IT.
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didn't really latch onto much here in the early goings (especially not in comparison to Hardware), mythology is sort of vague and characters not much beyond the archetypal, but i did love the insanely moody climax with its massive spaghetti western gestures (that score!!) and gorgeously dry, deep-orange desert photography clashing up against its supernatural horror. also helps that it features one of the best shotgun head explosions i've ever seen.
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I first saw this film on a dusty summer's day in 1992 in a small screening put on by a local film enthusiast, who managed to persuade Richard Stanley to bring the only extant copy of this film down to our neck of the woods. In truth, it can't have been that hard to persuade Stanley to do anything at that point: having sold his house to finance the post-production, he was sleeping on park benches and was wearing the coat from the film, which he claimed was his only remaining possession. He talked passionately whilst smoking a spliff, and left a lasting impression on my 15 year old self.
The version I originally saw is probably lost forever, but…
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Richard Stanley's second feature swaps the dreary claustrophobic ambiance of Hardware for the bright, vast expanse of the African desert. I saw this film some twenty years ago and really didn't like it at all. However, this rewatch confirms that Dust Devil is a much better film than I remember (maybe because I watched the "final cut" this time?) The plot concerns a mythical demon in human form who roams the desert killing people. The film is constantly mysterious, ambiguous and meandering. Atmosphere overrides plot at every point; so much of the film is location shots and musical cues. The style is sort of psychedelic western meets African spiritualism enthused horror. It is unique and captivating to watch. The legend…
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"Fuck superior forces...when you're dead you're dead." - Wendy,
This, is an experience. In a dusty and remote area, there is a demon named after a handheld vacuum, and he steals souls and woos the ladies.
For the first ten minutes of this movie I considered whether I was just imagining this film, but then people started talking and I settled down. There are all sorts of choral music, weird as fuck narration about spirits, weird gore, and sex with demons. The fun parts are very fun but I kept waiting for this to be better, and it never happened for me.
BTW: Add the Dust Devil to the list of characters that I would love to see played by…
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There is no good or evil, only spirit and matter. Only movement toward the light - and away from it.
Dowsed in amber and drowned in sin, is the apoplectic desert world of Richard Stanley’s first feature film Dust Devil. With noir sensibilities taken to their extremes and painted with a blood orange sun, Stanley’s characters wander, chase, and run away with abandon. Howling winds and swirling dust storms swallow them whole, only for those very naturalistic dangers to be a place of solace as sadistic men and spiritual beasts crave a life-giver’s soul. Where the French captured memory and where America captured the stylish culture of noir, does Stanley’s film bridge a gap between the two in lust, loneliness, and atmosphere. A scene of fireworks on the horizon, scored by a crackling tune on the radio, beside a used up motel, finds a couple in arms… and a beer bottle shifts across the table…
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“You’ve got to stop thinking like a white man, and think like a man instead.”
The pain of the white man lies in our imprisonment within the flesh, perpetually spiritually trapped within the material world that contains the very concept of the flesh in a viselike construct of immutable certainty. An inconsequential existence derived from nothing and devoid of meaning, doomed to expire and forever be denied an eternal destination.
We don’t even rate damnation.“I’m from the other side of the mirror.”
The Prophet Man’s got a needle in his hand, draws his dreams from your soul, bleeding minds into sand. God as a possibility for us has evaporated entirely, like a dustbowl town littered with bombed-out houses and…
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