<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Colour - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/colour/</link><description>Latest from the Colour desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Thu, 07 May 2026 13:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/colour/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Mario Bava: The Father of Italian Horror</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/mario-bava-the-father-of-italian-horror/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Almost everything that Italian horror became, Mario Bava did first. The giallo murder mystery with its black-gloved killer — his. The body-count structure where a masked figure works through a cast of victims — his, more than a decade before American slashers made it a formula. The idea that horror could be built from saturated, unreal colour rather than shadow and restraint — his above all. And he did it while regarded, for most of his life, as a talented technician rather than an artist, a man who fixed other directors&amp;rsquo; films and never quite got his due. The reappraisal came late, and it has to run up against Bava&amp;rsquo;s own modesty, because he genuinely seemed to think of himself as a craftsman doing a job.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2026 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Colour Timing as Horror: From Bava to Refn</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/colour-timing-as-horror-from-bava-to-refn/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;There is a moment in &lt;em&gt;Suspiria&lt;/em&gt; (1977) where a young dancer walks down a corridor and the walls are a red so total, so unbroken by any plausible source, that the colour reads as a temperature rather than a decor choice. No lamp in the building could make that red. That is the entire point. When a film pours a hue across the frame that the physics of the scene cannot account for, it has quietly announced that you are no longer watching a record of the world — you are inside someone&amp;rsquo;s fear, painted directly onto the screen. This trick has a lineage, and it runs from a run-down Italian studio in the early 1960s to a Danish provocateur working in Los Angeles neon fifty years later.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 29 Dec 2024 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>