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New Years Evil

Approaching the new year of 2013 and saying goodbye to a so-so 2012, I thought why not welcome it in with a viewing of New Years Evil (1980), an early slasher that isn’t particularly graphic as customary with the genre, but it has various novelties that might interest fans of the decade anyway. A psychopath, with a peculiar interest in a self-absorbed, success-obsessed radio host hoping her New Years punk rock bash can draw media credibility and television stardom, forewarns her that he will kill people and eventually her. Kip Niven is the handsome, charming wack-job, who uses phone booths and a mechanized sound device to hide his real voice, calling “Blaze” (real name, Susan Sullivan (Roz Kelly)) off and on before and after murders, heading into the New Year of different time zones as the clock strikes 12 Midnight.


Night Call

Mrs. Elva Keene, a grumpy (mainly because she’s...), lonely, handicapped, elderly woman, confined to a wheelchair, is getting eerie phone calls from a moaning, sorrowful voice groaning out, “Hello…helloooooo…” Badgering the phone company for answers, informed that the storm has downed many lines, by the operator who mentions that it could be a bad, faulty connection (before learning from Keene that there’s actually someone’s voice on the other line), Keene becomes increasingly agitated, worried, and frightened by the calls, wanting to know the person tormenting her with these repeated efforts to (maybe) contact her.

Walking Dead-And so it begins..

Days Gone Bye

It was about five or so minutes into the show and I already knew I’d have problems with this series. Rick, still in his deputy uniform, shoots a little zombie girl right in the head and it is shown in explicit detail, in slow motion even, crashing to the asphalt, and I come to respect George Romero even more for not lowering himself to such a degree. Sure, he thought it free to just have a stupid biker get his guts ripped from his torso in Dawn of the Dead, but we never see two zombie kids (or the nun; although, I think some of my friends on the imdb would welcome this…) eat lead when Ken Foree has to defend himself. Many love child violence, I realize this, and will applaud the decision to commit blunt force trauma right out of the gate, speaking aloud, “We are willing to go here, hahaha.” ***

Horror High

The tormented shy brain, Vernon Potts. A polite, unassuming, eyes-to-the-floor student who is of constant ridicule, mistreatment, bullying, classless punishment at his school. The literature teacher decides to give him an F on a report of Robert Louis Stevenson because he accidentally turned in a Biology report he spent the Summer working on (his passion is Biology/Chemistry; she believed he needed to give as much dedication to her class as the others; she is a control-bitch who wields the power at her disposal towards “the unruly” or anyone else that might not quite satisfy her need for total devotion to their studies and the high standards of proper behavior in class), the janitor gets angry because he shoos away a cat trying to get at his pet project guinea pig, and then, not to be left out, you have the major antagonist, Roger, the cruel fellow student (dating Vernon’s desired girl-of-choice, Robin (played by the adorable Rosie Holotik), a bubbly, easily-approachable, and earnest…

The Grave

Yes, sir. That’s the end of that.

The Grave. My favorite Twilight Zone episode. I haven’t the foggiest notion why it doesn’t turn up on a lot of top 5’s in Twilight Zone fans’ lists of favorites episodes. This, my friends, never fails not to deliver the goosebumps. There are just certain episodes of this classic series that leave an indelible mark on me never to leave. The Grave, in my opinion, should work its spell best around Midnight, the dark, the pouring rain, all alone to yourself. Sit and watch it. You can thank me later. *****
I've got three reviews and my internet connection is shit, and early this morning I watched Walking Dead, the first episode, and I couldn't help but think of Day of the Dead for whatever reason. It seems like Day of the Dead echoed throughout that first episode. I live where there isn't a broadband tower so what I do have, through Hughes Net, for what I can afford, isn't what I'd prefer, but anyway, Soap box and all, but maybe eventually I can get my three reviews in the can, on the blog and move on to Day of the Dead which will be an exhausting undertaking, considering how much I have loved to write about it in the past. I still need to add finishing touches to Days Gone Bye, with a Twilight Zone episode almost done, and Horror High also basically done, so maybe Day of the Dead will rear its head eventually.

Death Valley

I can just imagine slasher fans turning Death Valley on having heard of its existence and the peculiar stars that aren’t typical of this subgenre (Paul LeMat hadn’t starred in The Puppetmaster, yet), particularly little Peter Billingsley of A Christmas Story (prior to this major part that would forever link his face to the holiday season and in the hearts of audiences time immemorial). That little fellow with his father (The Lost Boy’s Edward Herrmann) in New York (pops is a professor at Princeton), not wanting to go to Death Valley, Arizona, to meet his mother’s new beau. How cutesy it is, set to made-for-television family drama music, Death Valley doesn’t pass the slasher scent that seems to stink the nostrils of haters and work as a sweet savour of favorable aroma to fans of the genre. Catherine Hicks of 7th Heaven and Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home is the mother, LeMat is the potential stepdad Billingsley has problems connecting to, because Daddy is the kid’s whole world.

Death Ship

Picture of the spaceship E-89, cruising about the thirteenth planet of star system fifty-one, the year 1997. In a little while, supposedly, the ship will be landed and specimens taken, vegetable, mineral and, if any, animal. These will be brought back to an overpopulated Earth, where technicians will evaluate them and, if everything is satisfactory, stamp their findings with the word 'inhabitable' and open up yet another planet for colonization. These are the things that are supposed to happen. Picture of the crew of the spaceship E-89: Captain Ross, Lieutenant Mason, Lieutenant Carter. Three men who have just reached a place which is as far from home as they will ever be. Three men who, in a matter of minutes, will be plunged into the darkest nightmare reaches of the Twilight Zone.

In Tribute to Jack KlugmanThat was us in there…we’re dead!                                                                                          ****
Speaks for itself, me thinks.

Nick of Time

The hand belongs to Mr. Don S. Carter, male member of a honeymoon team on route across the Ohio countryside to New York City. In one moment, they will be subjected to a gift most humans never receive in a lifetime. For one penny, they will be able to look into the future. The time is now, the place is a little diner in Ridgeview, Ohio, and what this young couple doesn't realize is that this town happens to lie on the outskirts of the Twilight Zone.                                                                                                                                  ****
Uh Oh.

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve was a busy day for my family and we spent most of it at two get-togethers, but prior to them, I had AMC on mainly as background noise, but a movie came on I couldn't believe gripped my attention as much as it would. Prancer (1989) isn't the kind of film I figured would ever necessarily hold my attention, but because of its wintry Midwestern setting, and the lead little actress (Rebecca Harrell) who is a fierce, stubborn, fearless character (her scene pleading with animal doc Abe Vigoda to help the possible Santa reindeer, Prancer, not taking no for an answer despite his every possible effort to free her grip from the door of his car is an example of just how spirited she is at accomplishing something she sets her mind to) wanting to help a wounded reindeer and stay at home with her dad instead of being sent off to live with an aunt (Sam Elliot, the father, a man-of-few-words, hardened, and tough guy who does love her but believes she would be better off with a wo…
I admit that I've reached that point where I'm burned out. I've been going full bore since August and thought about enjoying a long term marathon of The Twilight Zone until the new year. Could be a lot of fun and a chance for me to recharge my batteries. Since I adore this show (it is my favorite show), and have always wanted to give my blog some space for episodes I consider fundamental parts of my teenage years. I remember watching the 80s series as a kid in the mid 80s, and when Syfy started showing marathons of the 60s show during 4th of July and New Years Eve into New Years Day in the 90s and Beyond, I was forever a Zone nut. Because I own the complete series, I can enjoy all of the episodes, without portions cut from them as evident by Syfy, so honoring the show on the blog just seems appropriate.

The Legend of Boggy Creek

I was seven years old when I first heard it scream. It scared me then, and it scares me now.
Foulke is a right place to live…until the sun goes down.
Foulke, Arkansas. Nestled in an area between Shreveport, LA, and Texarkana, local farmers, hunters, and hick folk (I’m a hick, so Ihave a fondness for these types) living in the woods and lands near Boggy Creek have stories to tell of how they came in contact with—or had a direct effect from—a legendary Bigfoot that seemed, for a while, to not be so afraid to pop up or show itself to homosapiens. The creatures that inhabit Boggy Creek, however, also know exactly what the Bigfoot is and when to flee at its recognizable roar. We watch a fictional document, foretold to us by a narrator who lived on the land and understood the reputation, seeing first-hand its effects and fear left on the citizens of Foulke, Arkansas.                                                                                                                               …

alien prey

Things aren’t always as they seem.

Jessica lost her parents, living alone on an idyllic estate in the English countryside outside a village with her possessive *guardian*, Jo (obsessed with keeping Jessica all too herself), and Alien Prey documents their dynamic’s deterioration when an “intruder” shows up (an alien inhabiting the form of a male victim it kills) on their property. His name is Anderson and he has a wounded leg; Jessica is all too keen on helping her new visitor, while Jo sees, accurately, that trouble could be on the horizon. Jo seems to call the shots, while Jessica shows signs of restlessness and longing for other experiences “outside the nest” of her palatial grounds.

A Christmas Carol '38

MGM’s A Christmas Carol was, before this year, on rotation on Turner Classic Movies during Decembers, often shown at the most awkward times and without much fanfare. Buried on early mornings and never quite heralded (certainly not like the great Christmas Carol with Alistair Sim), this version of the Charles Dickens classic novel was on just the other Midnight (AMC showed it two Midnights after multiple showings of the excellent George C Scott version) on American Movie Classics (well, this isn’t the case any longer; AMC should probably be called And More Commercials) but each showing was so late I had to go to bed because of work.

Detour into the Dark—Black Christmas (1974)

Agnes…it’s me..Billy.
A disturbed individual, with a past that could link itself to a sorority house, secretly inhabits this place, in the attic, and proceeds to persistently call the female students who live within its walls, using events from the past to torment them.

Horror and Comedy-Black Christmas

When under a critique, Last House on the Left is often under much scrutiny for its ill use of comedy. I am one of those, actually. I don’t agree, however, when this critique is used against Black Christmas.

The Day the Music Died.

The girls of Black X-mas

The color suits her, don't you think?

Silent Night, Bloody Night

So we have Wilfred Butler, the owner of a notorious house, burned alive (ruled an accident but it is presented as right the opposite) outside on Christmas Eve on his residence. He leaves his grandson, Jeffrey (James Patterson), in a will, the estate and grounds. Jeffrey’s lawyer, John Carter (Patrick O’Neal, given star treatment in the credits, although he’s not in the movie but at the beginning), has an offer from his client to the mayor and town to buy the estate and grounds for $50,000. ***
Impending doom!
What is it about cinema and female characters that smoke? It is some sort of cinematic fetish because when a beautiful woman lights one up, and the director takes his camera in nice and close, the lips eclipsing the butt of the cigarette, sucking in deeply, and puffing out the smoke as if releasing all the tensions of the day, I just become transfixed. Because of what we now know accompanies this practice, to show characters lighting up and taking that huff and puff often brings a backlash, but as a visual, it does elicit a response from me. I can't help it, seeing Lacey Chabert in this particular scene, before biting the big one, left me once again compelled.

Abraxas--Guardian of the Universe

Abraxas is a “galactic police officer” named a “finder” whose goal is to help keep the universe safe, in charge of catching a “renegade finder” named Secundus (stuntman Sven-Ole Thorsen, stepping out in a rare talking role as a menacing criminal in search of god-like power, killing young men who might possess the anti-life equation) who “impregnated” an Earth woman with a fetus who might hold the “anti-life equation” that poses a threat to all lifeforms everywhere. Secundus could become quite powerful if he could “rip the anti-life equation” from the brain of the now five-year old “comater” (the name of such a child). Abraxas will have to make sure this doesn’t happen. Secundus was captured but broke free, able to pass through a wormhole warp returning to Earth to find and extract the anti-life equation.  *½

Black X-Mas

We’re sisters, so act like it.

I think immediately we see, right from the first scene, the problem I have with this remake. It goes right for the kill while the original developed the Clair character a bit further. Those involved with the remake jettison character development, just murdered her heinously, just a body added to the count.

The Unborn

I kind of sandwiched this film in between Christmas horrors and Nightmare on Elm Street 4 blog entries; kind of funny how these blogs sometimes turn out.Jumby wants to be born now.
Boy, does this shot parallel my own feelings for the movie! Hehe.


Part of my ongoing Nightmare on Elm Street 4 series of blog entries, I was taking in key sequences involving Tuesday Knight's own approach to the character specifically for this post. While this won't be as extensive or lengthy as a post I have for Lisa Wilcox and her character of Alice, I did kind of mull over the character of Kristen, and her demise.

Silent Night, Deadly Night (1984) **

After dropping my review, I decided to use this as a more at-ease, all-over-the-place, caps-galore, no-restraint, just-let-it-go-wherever kind of post. I got the idea to do this while putting together the first review for Nightmare on Elm Street 4, as I have plans to go all out and drop a secondary attachment to that blog review.

Silent Night, Deadly Night 5: The Toy Maker

You know, as I was watching The Toy Maker it came to me that I think the problem with the movie isn’t its quality as much as its alignment with the Silent Night, Deadly Night franchise. The first two films are built simply to shock and repulse while the third and forth go in directions that pull away from the formula of a maniac in a Santa costume (Bill Moseley is a walking catatonic killer with a bowl protecting his brain, only his name, Rick, having really any connection to the other two films) doing in folks on Christmas Eve. Part 5 has no connection to any of the previous films (Part 4 has very little to do with the others as well) and shouldn’t technically be called a Silent Night, Deadly Night film at all. It seems to use the moniker merely as a means to cash in on the notoriety, nothing else. For that reason, I think going into this fifth film many SNDN fans will be sorely underwhelmed and disappointed. As for me, I rather like this moderately entertaining little movie, althou…

Silent Night, Deadly Night

The review is done, but I have screen caps to add (no, those dropped on this review are not the screen caps I have planned for this review, just random as all hell from my selection) once I can get them in order. Man, I'm anal about these screen caps..
I spy, with my little eye, something NAUGHTY.

A Nightmare on Elm Street Part 4: The Dream Master *

Freddy Krueger, the practical joker, is in full bloom here. Dog fire piss (now this is the most unusual way to resurrect the nightmare killer), thanks to Kincaid’s canine companion, during a nightmare in the car graveyard where his bones were buried in A Nightmare on Elm Street III, Krueger’s body returns with burned flesh and knife-fingers glove intact. Freddy has unfinished business concerning the three (excluding Craig Wasson’s doc) that got away, Kristen (now portrayed by Tuesday Night, stuck in an underwhelming role, doing the best she can with it, considering she looks little like Patricia Arquette), Kincaid, and Joey. Because Kristen couldn’t stay away from that boiler room or Freddy’s home, Krueger’s resurrection was possible. Because Kristen has a way to pull others into her dreams, she accidentally enlists the aid of her best friend, the beautiful wallflower, Alice (Lisa Wilcox, gorgeous even when dressed drably), pleasing Freddy immensely. Freddy dispatches the trio from P…
" "Christmas...the number one holiday for people going nuts." -- Sheriff Cooper (Malcolm McDowell)

Oh, good grief.
If you wind up on this planet, you're royally screwed.
My work on the blog review for A Nightmare on Elm Street Part 4 has developed both a rather startling sexual attraction to Tuesday Knight and Sinéad O'Connor's I Want Your Hand On Me on repeat. What's the matter with me?!?!

Inner Sanctum

Word of warning should be expressed, review will have written material and have screen caps that will feature adult themes and images.

Baxter has just had it with his clinging, belly-aching, sexually-resistant wife, Jennifer (Valerie Wildman) who suspected he was cheating on her with a new employee working at his firm, Anna (Margeaux Hemingway). While her suspicions are accurate, the main reason behind the adultery is her persistent nagging, needy, and affection-groveling nature which has driven him into repulsion towards her. Jennifer takes some pills, decides, out of fear, to ascend her stairs to Baxter for help, loses coordination and falls. Her legs are said to be fine yet Jennifer is confined to her wheelchair; a trick of the brain, something wrong with her, perhaps why she can’t walk. Whatever the case, Baxter is fed up and rarely answers her call to him. Her mere presence, and especially her voice, makes his skin crawl. He and Anna have announced their love to each other while …

Murder Rock: Dancing Death

During the era of Staying Alive, A Chorus Line, and All That Jazz, Fulci shoots dancers in aerobics gear (think Jane Fonda’s Workout or Olivia Newton John’s Let’s Get Physical) giving their best rehearsal Fosse, but something about this seems so anti-Fulci. This movie pisses a lot of Fulci fans off because it is so different than City of the Living Dead (Gates of Hell) or House by the Cemetery. The catalyst for the murders that take place is a contest where three of the best dancers in a dedicated group will be selected to star in a big production. To weed out the competition, a killer will eliminate those that pose a threat to his/her stardom.
Well, I will be getting Succubus after all! Netflix will be sending it to me. It came out of Long Wait, then Short Wait, and will be on its way to my home in a manner of days. This will only be the second time I will have watched it. Anxious to see if this film is better on a second viewing. This film contributed to my gaining interest in Franco's early career. Venus in Furs has also been on my mind lately...may need to give that one another go.

Let's Dance!!!
I noticed I will be getting Franco's The Sadistic Baron Von Klaus. Kind of looking forward to re-evaluating some of the Franco product from his "golden age", when he had a little bit of money to work with as he was starting to experiment and develop his own style and method. I was hoping I could get a hold of Succubus. I have only watched it once, but it left an impression and was responsible for me giving Franco a second chance after my initial viewings of Vampyros lesbos and Venus in Furs didn't quite leave me overwhelmed. My goal was to take a brand new look specifically for this blog. I have Virgin Among the Living Dead prepared for later in the week as I have been focused on getting Murder Rock in the can and on my blog. I loved Virgin the first time and look forward to dedicating a lot to the film's review (probably will have to fashion it over the weekend to be ultimately satisfied with it). I hope I can watch Baron Von Klaus sometime this week. Could be …

R.O.T.O.R. 1988

I am ROTOR. You are guilty.
From time to time, I come across a film I barely can register any enthusiasm in writing about. R.O.T.O.R. was a film I was actually interested in because I have this warped enjoyment in unashamed rip-offs from popular mainstream fare highly established at the particular time in the 80s/early 90s. While I think the Italians were the best at producing extremely wrong-headed rips from American mainstream action/horror flicks, featuring characters and dialogue that had to be seen and heard to be believed, I always hold hope I will discover a low-budget offering from the United States that can deliver enough action and violence to give them a run for their money. This is rarely the case.