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Billy the Kid vs. Dracula


Oh, dear. This one is just right for the IMDb Horror Board's November Turkey Challenge, an annual event where boarders watch as many rotten apples as possible in a competition that asks people to remain masochists for over a month. I feel sorely in agony as I watch John Carradine trapped in this slog. William Beaudine, the director of this, was about to meet his end a few years later (1970) but before his career was over, he had two dogs left to posit on the cinematic universe.

In perhaps the worst casting choice I could ever imagine for Billy the Kid, Chuck Courtney sleepwalks through his part and has zero charisma. In fact, he's an absolute bore. I can't fathom what made him the right choice for the part during the casting process. And to treat Billy as some "golly gee" fresh-faced "reformed" outlaw who doesn't look the part of a notorious gunslinger feared by many does this film or the character a disservice.

And then there's the ass-kick…

From a Whisper to a Scream




A bored, unhappy, alcoholic deputy in a podunk town, Lou Garou (get it?), gets mixed up with Satanists unintentionally (a wannabe mayoral candidate happens to be a victim he encounters while on the call for a disturbance in the area), and he has a new dilemma...he is turned into a werewolf thanks to a particular ceremony leading to a pentagram carved into his chest! Is there a particular reason why he is burdened with this curse and does it involve some regulars in the local political scene of his town?

Christine Nguyen

My ode to a softcore performer who has become a favorite of mine.

Twice-Told Tales

Twice-Told Tales (1963) is designed as a “trio of terror” but I prefer “three tales of the macabre”. There’s nothing terrifying about any of these tales. They have their degree of morbid to them, particularly the first tale while the third tale (House of the Seven Gables, more Hawthornian than the other two tales in this anthology) also has its share of shady goings-on. 
The first tale—Dr. Heidegger’s Experiment—concerns aging friends who are spending a rainy night celebrating a birthday. Dr. Heidegger (Sebastian Cabot) is 79, and he’s drinking away with long-time buddy, Alex (Price). Carl (Cabot) has been mourning the death (39 years ago) of his beloved fiancĂ©e, Sylvia, and with a reluctant Alex visits her casket (kept in a mausoleum nearby the mansion). Both notice a water leakage from the roof of the mausoleum onto her casket, soon discovering when the top comes off that Sylvia looks preserved, exactly as she was upon her death so long ago. Realizing that the water is a “virg…

Tales of Terror