Cake, Meteor Shit, Roaches, and the Seaweed Dead

 

It was 1990, summer camp, and my camp counselor was really cool. He let the boys who were older teens smoke and curse, and one night we even got the chance to watch horror movies. Well, then I had my reservations about scarier horror films. I watched a few "starter horror films" like "The Gate", "The Monster Squad" and "The Lost Boys". But "Creepshow" (1982) was a whole other animal. I wasn't quite ready for a human eating monster in a crate or the decaying and incredibly strong corpse of a homicidal grouch twisting his ancestor's head  completely around. I did eventually get around to sitting through it. Then again and again and again.

Surprisingly I hadn't until yesterday a physical DVD copy, only a rather so-so VHS which I keep around boxed up. Before the VHS copy, I would notice it on AMC or borrow the HBO recording from my uncle. You could find it on cable or a satellite premium channel. "Creepshow" certainly is indeed the October anthology that left it's influence onward. I know I've certainly brought this one up a bunch of times, most recently commenting on the "AMC edit". 

With Jordy Varell and his "green meteor infection", a family unprepared for Father's Day and a visitor from beyond, a vile capitalist corporate takeover germaphobe and the roaches that besiege his supposed germ-free apartment, an English professor and the creature in the Arctic Expedition crate from 1834 that takes care of a nagging wife problem, and the jealous husband who fails to realize that even if his wife and her lover can't hold their breath when the tide comes in his issues with them aren't resolved; there is lots a comic book can cover when there are creeps needing to be showed their just desserts. What a great decade to pursue that further. The horror anthology had plenty of life left in 1982.