Thursday, September 30, 2021

It's a bat! It's a broom! It's Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month 2021!!

Life has continued to be its own personal horror show, but when the going gets tough, the tough get spooky. I have been leaving things pretty last minute with regards to this year's festival, however, no matter what happens, there's always more horror movies. 

Established in 2009, the Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month is my annual ritual for October, without a doubt the spookiest month. Every night I watch a horror movie I've never seen before. Sometimes I blog reviews, but that's been a few years, so let's not hold our breath, eh?

This year marks a pretty stark divide of old and new, with about half of the list being films from after 2010. There's a couple of mini-themes in play this year, including an attempt to continue with classic franchises that I have gaps in my viewings of (Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween & Child's Play), as well as a sample of some movies from other parts of the world (though, ironically, nothing from Italy, which is an MMMMM staple). John Carpenter accidentally has quite a few movies in the line up (Assault on Precinct 13 and The Fog are both his movies, while Halloween 3 and Halloween 2018 are sequels and reboots of one of his most famous works). There's also not one, but TWO notorious films on this list, to make up for me skipping this acid test last year (the gritty, grainy, arty Begotten, and the extremely infamous A Serbian Film. Yikes!) Finally, it wouldn't be MMMMM without an appearance from some of the most celebrated actors in horror, like Vincent Price, Barbara Cramden, Jeffrey Combs and so many more... 

As ever, I would very much appreciate recommendations to add to my list for further years. I really actually do reach back to this every year, though what makes the cut and what doesn't is an arcane secret I couldn't begin to understand or relate. Nevertheless, this older and older man appreciates your interest. 

Below, you'll find the official seletion of films for this year's festival. The links should take you to each film's trailer on YouTube. Please note that this is the CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER of the selected films, NOT the order in which they will be watched (that doesn't get planned in advance). 


Since COVID19 continues to be dominating us (and my current Full Time hours), my in person movie watching will be somewhat reduced this year. Yet, there will be many oppurtunities to stream films on discord and other places. If you want to check something out with me, it can't hurt to ask! See you in the graveyard, fright fans!

Monday, September 21, 2020

BooOOOoooOOoo! It's almost time for Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month 2020!

We might have had enough of the day to day horrors in life this year, but I'm not about to let something as serious as a global pandemic stop me from my yearly ritual; Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month 2020 is upon us.

Established in 2009, though going through its share of growing pains, the Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month is my yearly October movie submerssion. Each night of the month, I watch a horror movie I've never seen before. I always mean to follow up these summary posts with reviews as the festival kicks into gear, but it doesn't always happen. Your mileage may vary.

No mini-themes once again this year, but traditions will be observed. This year's festival features films from the genres' most celebrated directors (Lucio Fulci, Mario Bava, John Carpenter and more!), actors (Vincent Price, Peter Cushing, Boris Karloff and many, many more!) and writers (Stephen King... Probably not just Stephen King, but, Stephen King for sure!). I'm finally going to watch the widely-popular It remakes (across two consecutive nights... Let's not go crazy...). This year marks the first year... perhaps ever, that I've not got a Larry Cohen film in the mix (I think I've seen all his work in the genre), but we must instead pay tribue to another MMMMM favorite that passed away this year, director of Re-Animator and From Beyond, Stuart Gordon. His TV movie release, Castle Freak, has been selected. I picked this one over some of his better known works because it features the stars of his first film, Jeffrey Combs & Barbara Cramden! Likewise, a couple of entries from some other countries have made its way on this list, including Spain (Thesis, The Platform), Korea (the Wailing, Parasite) and Italy (Nightmare City, House by the Cemetery). 

But the sharper of you might notice that, due to the smaller offering of movies through 2020, thanks in no small part to the aforementioned pandemic, that I've relied a lot on past reccomendations this year, as opposed to pouring through my old horror tomes and looking for long-forgotten treasure. So a big thank you to everyone who has given me titles over the years to consider -- keep it up!

Below, you'll find the official seletion of films for this year's festival. The links should take you to each film's trailer on YouTube. Please note that this is the CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER of the selected films, NOT the order in which they will be watched (that doesn't get planned in advance). 

(1976) Twitch of the Death Nerve (aka Bay of Blood) 
(1988) Waxwork
(1996) Thesis (aka Tesis)
(2009) The Hole
(2019) Parasite
(2019) Villains
(2020) Host

* - I am still waiting for my copy of The Love Butcher to arrive from Roninflix. However, the USPS is in a difficult state at the moment, and I feel I cannot rely on this arriving on time for this year's festival. Thus, as a back up, I will watch 1982's Xtro if the Love Butcher hasn't arrived by the last week of October. 

A final word on this year's festival: Due to COVID19, it seems likely I won't be having folks stop in regularly to watch films with me this year, but I am working on a solution or two. It is entirely possible something might pop up in a stream somewhere for someone, but, I'm something of a lazy luddite, and don't want to promise this until I have it ready to go. 

Monday, September 30, 2019

Rising Like the Restless Dead - It's Time for the Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month 2019!

It's that time of year again! I might be leaving this blog post til the last possible minute, but, the Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month 2019 (MMMMM2019) is ready to go! Yeehaw!!

Established in 2009, with very few hiccups, the Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month is my yearly October horror movie ritual. Each night for the month, I watch a horror movie I've never seen before. THIS IS THE TENTH ANNIVERSARY OF MMMMM, so, you probably think I've got something EXTRA SPECIAL up my sleeve.... But you'd be wrong. Business as usual is plenty for this lazy old man. As usual, I will attempt to write some delightful prose at the end of each week to summarize my thoughts on these movies, but I can't promise you I'll successfully write one every week (bad track record the last few years!)

While there's no mini-themes at play this year, I am including a variety of iconic directors' works. Arguably more than previous years have had annually! You'll find the likes of William Castle, Mario Bava, George A. Romero, Larry Cohen (who just left us this year - an MMMMM favourite - RIP), Lucio Fulci, John Carpenter, Rob Zombie and several other notable folks! Likewise, I managed to find a Vincent Price film to add to the list, which is a tradition. A tradition I thought I'd have to give up on soon... But fear not! The Price is RIGHT! This year we are forgoing Stephen King, but, don't worry - in 2020, I intended to subject myself to both of those new IT films. That ought to make up for his absence this year...

A few remakes have made it on this year's list, including the Blob from 1988 and Rob Zombie's Halloween from 2007. I tend to stay away from these things, but, I've been feeling a little more open to trying remakes out lately. Depending on how this goes this year, I might watch some more in the following Octobers.

Also, we have a few selections here which are questionable, at best, as horror films. Yet I'm always going to greenlight an ultra-violent Jeremy Saulnier film. It might not have vampires or werewolves, but such grim faire is gruesome enough for me to count it!

Below, you'll find the official selection of films for this year's festival. The links should take you to each film's trailer on YouTube. Please note that this is the CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER of the selected films, NOT the order in which they will be watched (that's a far more loose, decided-on-a-whim kind of thing). And if you're a 'real life' friend of mine, and wanna get in on one of these flicks, please don't hesitate to shoot me a message.


(1932) White Zombie
(1970) Trog
(1973) Season of the Witch (aka Hungry Wives)
(1981) Wolfen
(1988) The Blob
(2007) Halloween
(2017) Downrange
(2017) Life
(2017) Little Evil
(2017) Pyewacket
(2018) Overlord
(2018) Summer of 84

Sunday, October 7, 2018

Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month 2018 - Week 1


Welcome, everybody, to MMMMM2018!! 

I am doing it again - watching a horror movie I haven't seen before every day in October. This is the first of what will hopefully be several digests of reviews from this project. I do try to crank one of these out every week, but often fall short a week or two. I can't promise you I'll manage it in 2018, but I'm going to try my very, very best.

This is my rating scale. Almost every year, people tell me flaws about it. You go right ahead and try. Some of it will always be tempered by personal taste. Try to see if you can't figure out how (that's the funnest game of all to play with critics, don'tchaknow??)

A = Excellent, a must see
B = Very good, I’d watch it again
C = Worth Seeing
D = Maybe don’t bother
F = Worthless
+ = Superior for this grade
- = Just barely makes it into this grade

Interestingly, this rating scale first came into my life before I got into horror, and I used it to create a 'master list' of films I'd seen, trying to rate all of them from best to worst. Now, I only ever use this system to rate horror. Why do I mention it? When conceived, it was VERY difficult for movies to get an A rating. So... if by chance an A (or A-... an A+ has never appeared on this blog), you can be sure I really, really, really loved it. On the other end of the scale, anything as low as a D- suggests that there was *something* I liked about the film, while an F means it is a lost cause. Thus, if you have a reaction like 'You hated the VVitch! You only gave it a C-!', you are projecting your own feelings on my rating scale (I'm happy watching a C-...), that is not what I meant.

Now, unlike most, right-minded film reviews, I personally do not care about SPOILING EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING about these movies for my readers. Let me be extra super clear about this. Some effort will be made not to reveal every detail when it comes to more recent films, but some of these damn movies have been around longer than I have. If you haven't seen it yet, are you really going to? I'd like to think I'll convince some people that they should, but, that comes at a price, dear friends... So just be warned about it before you go any further.

Likewise, some links might feature.... Not Safe For Work clips or imagery. This isn't a recap of This Is Us, gang, we're getting into some grim horror movie shit, here, and sometimes my words alone can't do them justice. So just be aware of it, should you go a clicking.... 

ONWARDS TO OPINIONS!!


During those heady days of the 1890s, a drifter rolls into the wild west town of Bright Hope, leading to his arrest at the hands of sheriff Franklin Hunt (Kurt Russell). That night, the drifter, along with one of the sheriff's deputies and the nurse attending him. A cursory examination of the evidence finds that they have been abducted by the Troglodytes, a vicious group of native raiders, known in particular for their taste for human meat. Sheriff Hunt, along with his elderly deputy Chicory, a brave war-survivor named John Brooder, who boasts he has killed over a hundred natives (played by TV's Matthew Fox), and Arthur O'Dwyer, the nurse's husband, who just so happens to have a broken leg he's recovering from (played by Patrick Wilson, who often vastly improves whatever movie he's in). After losing their horses, sheriff Hunt, Chicory and Brooder are forced to leave O'Dwyer behind and press on to the lair of their enemy. In the ensuing battle, Brooder dies while Hunt and Chicory are taken captive by the Troglodytes. It falls to unlikely hero, O'Dwyer to save his comrades and wife before being horribly devoured (and I mean horribly...)

There's a lot to like about Bone Tomahawk. The introduction starts with Sid Haig and David Arquette murdering a group of people in their sleep on the road, and that level of intensity and dread lingers throughout the film. The camera work is excellent, and shows off a lot of desert landscape. Many shots  imply the vulnerability of the rescue party, even when there is no apparent threat to them. Most of the film is light on action, giving you time to learn about your characters (Chicory, who feels the part of a Redshirt, gains a surprising amount of depth, I noted). This helps maintain the tone, even makes you feel for the characters when things inevitably don't go their way. The lead performances are all very well done, with the possible exception of Fox, who doesn't quite feel as believable as the rest. I was often reminded of Ravenous, another film about cannibals that I probably enjoyed more, though a fair case could be made that Bone Tomahawk is a better film (certainly visually, but perhaps completely)... 

If I had to nitpick (which I don't, but I will), I take issue with the final act of the film. Given how dark and foreboding the preceding tone is, around the time Hunt and Chicory are taken captive, the realism takes a hard exit, and events seem to just happen to get the conclusion the film needs. While it does feature one of the most outrageous kill-scenes I've ever witnessed (honestly, now, don't click that link if you're not ready - I warned you), almost everything goes right for the 'good guys'. It's hard to believe O'Dwyer would become such an absolute pro at gun play when being rushed by multiple enemies. Or that a certain character's sacrifice goes completely as planned (off-camera, no less!). This isn't the kind of ending the film advertised. It felt a little lazy on the scripting. An argument could be made that O'Dwyer's prayers to God managed to give him the ability to still walk after falling down hills on his gangrenous leg and gun down multiple native warriors without formal training, but that's kind of a reach if you ask me...

That said, among its peers in this digest, Bone Tomahawk's uneven ending is hardly the chief offender in that department. The rest of the film is hard to complain about, so I'm perfectly willing to give it high grades (I even bumped it from its initial B-, and if the rest of the month carries on like this week did, it might be bell-curved even higher at the end).


Some toxic waste is dumped into a small body of water near Prosperity, AZ. Only Joshua, a rancher of spiders goes anywhere near it, thankfully, because when Joshua starts feeding crickets found at the lake to his stock, they start to grow freakishly large (the crickets themselves are unaffected). Meanwhile, Chris (played by David Arquette), has come back to town to try and work his deceased father's mine, take care of his elderly aunt Gladys, and make amends with Sam (presumably Samantha), his old flame and the town's sheriff. It is her son, Mike, who first discovers that Joshua's pets have become giant. He tries to warn his parents, but they don't take him seriously - until giant spiders are everywhere. Now the residents of Prosperity need to band together and gun down as many giant computer-generated spiders as they can, lest they become people-sized flies.

Sloppy writing. Baffling score. So many unexplained narrative decisions (why do the giant spiders have a Donald Duck-esque gibberish language?). So many cringe-inducing performances. I'm not sure where to start cutting this movie apart. If I didn't know better, I'd guess some good old fashioned studio meddling occurred at some point (I can't help but notice it was produced by Roland Emmerich, who notoriously makes movies that are aimed at the lowest common denomination of audiences), leading to choices like the bizarre, Looney Tunes-style orchestral score (it is a Warner Brothers film billed as a comedy, so this is probably intentional). It also features CG from 2002 that has not aged well at all. Even the tiny, pre-mutation spiders are clearly computer effects, and looked awful. The film claims to be a cheery throwback to 50s giant monster sci-fi horror movies, and I guess it succeeds with that initially. But very few 50s horror movies featured huge, expensive action scenes with exploding monsters, spraying green goo everywhere. It's cheesy and lame like a lot of those 50s classics are, but it's a very, very different kind of cheesy and lame.

Who was the intended audience of Eight Legged Freaks? I think that's really where a lot of the confusion lies. While it is clear at the end of the film that Chris is the hero, atrociously-acted Mike drives most of the action until the violence starts. No character (save Joshua in the opening scenes) we are introduced to in the film dies (not even the bad guy), rather, they are usually quickly spun around and around in webs, while screaming comically. Even extras are never seen being done in, giving very little gravity to the proceedings. Much of the humor in the film is fairly juvenile, which lends credence to the notion that it was created for young audiences initially, but with the huge amount of violence, swearing, sexual misconduct and other adult situations that happen over the course of the movie, you know they were trying to rope in teenagers too (always the target demographic of studio horror - who probably wouldn't have come out for a kid's movie). It is just a confusing mess, in general, and didn't win me over with its comedy either.


The zombie apocalypse has struck. Molly and her boyfriend, Nick are trying to flee Las Vegas to meet up with Jimmy, a friend of Nick's, probably their drug dealer, and, most importantly, is located at a safe and sound remote, desert airstrip with a fully loaded escape jet. The pair are set up as nasty drug addicts who are constantly at odds with one another, before their car gets stuck in the sand. Almost immediately, they are beset by a single zombie, who quickly dispatches Nick. Molly flees into the desert, with the zombie hot on her heels. For another hour or so, the zombie, who Molly comes to nickname Smalls, chases Molly from one scene to the next, while we learn more about Molly's past, and what this little trip is all about for her. Before long, despite it being a terrible idea, Molly comes to adore Smalls, keeping him safe from any encounter they may happen upon (and, at least once, vice versa). Or at least until she gets where she's trying to go...

What we have here is an interesting, fresh take on a familiar premise (one woman against one zombie during a zombie apocalypse). You can excuse a lot of the lapses of logic (don't think too hard about how she has any idea where she's going...), because the outset is engaging enough. I feel I might have liked it more if I hadn't watched a superior film about characters in a desert a couple of nights previous, but, that's a me problem. The camera work isn't bad at all, but the day scenes are usually extremely washed out to make pastel-like pinks and other colours stand out more. This is somewhat essential to a drab, endless sea of sand. 

Where the movie falls down is two-fold. First, and chiefly, very little of what goes on is particularly interesting or captivating. You hate everyone. Molly and her boyfriend are established early as losers and jerks, so never do you pull for her once she's on her own. You might start to come around to sympathising with her more after she's raped, but her behaviour doesn't improve much. Smalls is a zombie, and has to be played pretty straight for the film to work, so there's not much to like about him either. When Molly arrives at her destination, the few characters she meets there are more or less non-characters that don't improve the film, or have any impact on the plot. 

Secondly, the ending - in which Molly drives back to the city she just ran from to rescue her abandoned son, Chase, who the film slowly reveals through flashback the existence of - is weak as hell. I suppose the idea is that through being on her own in the desert with Smalls changes Molly into more of a mother, it kind of cheapens the initial premise by forcing dumb action scenes. It also entirely turns its back on the entire first hour of the film, which, I guess can work in some instances, but in a film like this makes you wonder what the point of that extremely long zombie chase was? Once again, we have a film that started strong, but loses its way in the final act. It isn't as strong of an effort as Bone Tomahawk, but even It Stains the Sands Red isn't devastated by its ending issues. That mantle belongs to another, this week...


Ike, a college student in 1978 New Orleans, comes to be possessed by the vengeful spirit of J.D. Walker, a gangster from the 40s who was framed (and executed) for the murder of his sister, Betty Jo. Ike struggles initially against the churlish J.D. who womanizes with abandon and beats Ike's wife, Christella, but before long, J.D. is in complete control, and will not rest until the Bliss family is in ruins. J.D. is largely concerned with slaying Theotis Bliss, who murdered Betty Jo to protect himself for older brother Elias (played by Lou Gosset Jr.), J.D.'s unwitting killer. Elias has moved on from a life of crime, instead now being an effective church minister, eager to put his dark past behind him. Yet Theotis is less pleased with Ike/J.D.'s arrival at his brother's church - this young punk seems to have designs on his daughter, Roberta (who instantly is attracted to J.D.). Eventually, J.D. manages to confuse the hell out of everyone, and while the three Blisses struggle over a gun, Roberta shoots Theotis, and the film has an unbelievably happy ending. 

Now, I haven't seen many Blaxploitation-Horror hybrids (Blacula, naturally, but I think the only other one has been The Zombies of Sugar Hill, back in the very first year of the MMMMM). We live in a sensitive time for exploitation films of any stripe, blaxploitation included. Yet there's definitely still humour to be had. Scenes before J.D.'s return are interesting, and competent (the adult hypnotist scene that seemingly causes the possession is particularly charming, even though its low on action or dialogue). The film is low on blood and gore, often using suggestion rather than special effects, to achieve its ends (there's some - what appears to be - stock footage of a cow's throat being cut for butchery that repeats several times through the film - easily the most gruesome thing in the movie). The film suffers from pacing, and a wafer-thin script, but the performances are appropriately over the top and loud. It's entertaining, even if it's not a masterpiece by any stretch. 

What doesn't make a lot of sense though is why J.D. is such an absolute monster - especially to Christella, Ike's poor wife, but honestly pretty much everyone who crosses his path gets a taste of jive. Like, I get wanting to ruin the lives of the people you're back to haunt, but Christella and J.D.'s other conquests are more or less innocents in his way. What's the reason for J.D. to be so hostile? Are we just supposed to infer that it's business as usual for a 1940s gangster? I mean, I'm not a screenwriter with a credit to my name, but, it seems to me you could have at least showed a bit more of J.D. being like this before he gets shot dead by the Blisses. 

I'm also going to leave the comparisons of later-film J.D. to James Brown aside. You can draw your own conclusions on that score. 


Tommy and Austin are an unlikely Father-Son duo of coroners, who late one night, take a mysterious body from a baffled sheriff. The body, a Jane Doe, was found half-buried in the home of a brutal triple-homicide, yet, her presence and identity are a complete mystery. While Austin's girlfriend wants him to leave work and go to the movies with her, Austin can't leave his father to perform the autopsy himself, so he agrees to stay. Some weird shit starts happening while they begin to dissect their Jane Doe, starting with freezer doors popping open, and the radio flipping around, but before you know it, cats are dying, bodies are coming back to life, both men are having hallucinations, and the body yields puzzle after puzzle to the two. Before long it becomes clear that there's far, far more going on in the morgue than a simple autopsy.

Look... I was on board, at first. Brian Cox plays Tommy, and I'm having a lot of trouble thinking of a bad Brian Cox performance. The film actually makes you care about the relationship between Austin and Tommy, and, frankly, their autopsy is rather fascinating at first. Even when the shit starts to hit the fan, things are still captivating. The use of darkness by the director I found especially effective, even though the coroners don't observe a lot of hygiene rules or standards (don't eat in the morgue, you weirdos!!). Moreover, despite the entire film taking place in a morgue, they manage to keep it fresh with changing rooms, adding the odd character, and enough body horror to keep you engaged. That's about all there is to like, though...

It's just.... that ending... like... Yikes. It's too new for me to just come right out and spoil for everyone, but the level of logic that Tommy uses when he concludes on what happens is just... like... have you ever watched them solve one of the Riddler's riddles on the 60s Batman show? The riddle will always be completely subjective, and more than often, won't make any sense - but Batman and Robin always figure it out immediately, often throwing in some line like "OF COURSE!!", despite how ridiculous the answer they land on is. That's the end of this film. A couple of dumb things happen, Tommy spits out an absolutely bullshit explanation, and then more bad, stupid things go down. It was such a 180 on the otherwise enjoyable previous scenes, that you can't help but feel betrayed and angered by such a spoon-fed conclusion. No other film springs to mind about just how badly it drops the ball, after playing such a righteous first half. 

I've started to use too many 'likes' and ellipses. I gotta move on. I GOTTA!



JASON VORHEES! Jason Vorhees, Vorhees. Jason Jason Jason, Vorhees, Jason. Vorhees! Jason Vorhees - Vorhees, Jason Vorhees (Corey Feldman). Jason Vorhees, Vorhees Vorhees Jason Vorhees! Vorhees Jason Vorhees Jason Vorhees, Jason Vorhees. Vorhees Jason Vorhees Jason Jason? Jason Vorhees (a very young Crispin Glover among them!) Jason Vorhees Vorhees Vorhees Vorhees Vorhees Vorhees Jason. Vorhees Jason? Jason Vorhees!

What? You don't love my recap? What else do you need to know? He's back, and he'll be back again. I've bitched about this series before, and I'm pretty sure I said I was done with it.  Yet I came back for this one because I'd heard it was one of the best. Plus, it was the next one in the series - for some reason I demand to do this series in order, while having no qualms about jumping around in the Nightmare on Elm St. franchise (People can be weird). 

And you know what? It was acceptable. That makes it the best Friday the 13th movie I've ever seen. Make up effects by the legendary Tom Savini are on glorious display, giving the kill scenes a huge kick of oomph from their previous humdrum (I don't mean to say there aren't iconic kills in the first three, but the effort is consistently more solid here). The final encounter with Jason is particularly great, and a lot of the character's lore feels like it sprang from this outing.

Oddly, it has me thinking of the Bond franchise, and how the character and tone of James Bond evolved through the first three films (Dr. No is a fine film, but Bond doesn't feel like Bond. From Russia with Love puts more of the pieces in place, like gadgets and Bond's wit. Goldfinger successfully combines these, and more, now-familiar elements to a sort of prototype of what comes to be established as the character, but it isn't quite there yet with its tone. Thunderball is truly where the Bond films become the Bond films). Jason is barely in the first film, wears a pillow case over his face for the second, and gains his now iconic hockey mask in the third. The films have always taunted and manipulated the audience with its stringy, intense musical score, but it feels more even, and less shitty in The Final Chapter. Any pretence that the characters are important in any way is dispensed with. Let's just get on with the bloodletting!

Oh, but don't worry - there's plenty not to like about it. The cast is mostly zeros - Glover is charismatic, Feldman is actually decent for a child actor, but everyone else might as well be made of wood. It features a 15 minute recap (read: shortens the length of the film by bombarding you with clips of the old movies - something Friday the 13th loves to do, despite hardly anything from the other movies mattering). I mentioned that the kill scenes were improved, but only the ones that use make-up - a lot of kills, more than you'd think, are just someone getting hucked out of a window in slow motion. And as much as we complain about jump scares being used to death in modern horror movies, every single scare in this movie is a cheap jump scare, usually bluntly using the music to tell you how to feel. Fine if you like that kinda thing, but, hard to really get into when you're being analytical.

The big question for me now? What do I do when I pony up to the horror movie table next year? Do I hit and watch Part 5, hoping against all odds that the series continues to improve? Or do I stand, and stop with Friday the 13th again, leaving the series on the most positive note I'm likely to give it?

Find out in 2019, dear friends.

And, there you have it, my little Scream Queens! Our first week of digests is out and ready for digesting. Now, I can't tell you exactly what will be coming up this week for MMMMM2018, save that I must immediately leave this desk to go watch my film for today, which is none other than Mario Bava's classic Black Sunday! I'll be back next week to tell you all about it, and more! Until then, fright fans....

Friday, September 28, 2018

BOOOOOO! It's time for the Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month 2018!!

Grab your Dracula pillow and lock all the doors and windows, it's time for another October full of horror, terror and other rrors.

Established in 2009, with very few hiccups, the Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month is my yearly October horror movie ritual. Each night I watch a horror movie I've never seen before. That's it! Not so hard, huh? As per the usual, I'll be attempting to blog my reviews for each film as we go, but I don't promise to make it through all of the write-ups (I always try!). Check back here on Sundays through and beyond October to see if I make the deadline!

While I haven't actually planned for any sort of theme this year, there's a smattering of stuff outside of my comfort zone. Including a few Asian titles, an Italian title or two, and more. I suppose if there were a theme, it would be along the lines of "Going back to series I gave up on / Watching things I never wanted to see". Friday the XIII, Resident Evil, Herschell Gordon Lewis and others are back in the line-up. There is also a mini-theme of dogs in play.

While certain MMMMM favourites are back (We are forced to go into AIP's Poe films if we want to keep watching Vincent Price, similarly it would be a piss-poor MMMMM without any Larry Cohen, so be on the lookout for his entry), other things had to fall by the wayside this year (sadly, there is no entry by Lucio Fulci this year. Kind of an oversight on my part, but there's always 2019. Similarly, there is no Stephen King adaptation this year, instead we'll be giving a shot to his erstwhile progeny, Joe Hill).

So, then, please find the 'official selection' of this year's MMMMM below. The list is in (loose) chronological order, and not the order I intend to watch them in. The link on each title should take you to (usually) the film's theatrical trailer. Or at the very least, a trailer.

I'm always willing to watch anything with a friend. If you know me, and see something you'd like to watch, reach out and we'll figure out a mutually agreeable time.

(1941) The Wolf Man
(1960) The House of Usher
(1960) Black Sunday
(1963) Blood Feast
(1965) Kwaidan
(1976) JD's Revenge 
(1978) Zoltan: Hound of Dracula
(1982) White Dog 
(1984) Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter
(1985) Transylvania 6-5000
(1985) Howling II: Your Sister is a Werewolf
(1987) It's Alive 3: Isle of Alive
(1987) The Gate
(1988) The Lair of the White Worm 
(1988) Hack-O-Lantern **
(1990) Nightbreed
(1992) Candyman
(2002) Resident Evil
(2002) Eight Legged Freaks
(2006) The Host
(2010) The Dead
(2012) Eddie - The Sleepwalking Cannibal
(2013) Horns
(2015) Bone Tomahawk
(2016) The Autopsy of Jane Doe
(2016) It Stains the Sands Red
(2017) Raw
(2017) It Comes At Night
(2018) Annihilation
(2018) Hereditary
(2018) The Night Eats the World

** - This extremely difficult to find B-Movie is going to require me to order it off of Amazon, and even then, there may be hiccups. In the case I fail to procure it, I'll be substituting (1988) The Blob in for it. Heck, I might even watch that one as an extra.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month - Week 3

Three weeks down! Boy, the time really flies. Though, I must admit, I'm getting to the point that shoehorning a movie into my day for 31 straight days is getting tiring (that's how it goes every year, mind you. Unparalleled enthusiasm to start, exhaustion towards the wrap-up - it's tough being me).

This week sees the first two Fs in the bunch. But it also sees another A- (see? Toldja it might get bell-curved), and what might be the best werewolf movie made since An American Werewolf in London. If that doesn't intrigue you, I don't know what will.

So, a recap on my rating scale:

A = Excellent, a must see
B = Very good, I’d watch it again
C = Worth Seeing
D = Maybe don’t bother
F = Worthless
+ = Superior for this grade
- = Just barely makes it into this grade

And, as usual, dear reader, take this moment to be aware that I WILL SPOIL THINGS for you here. True, I'm doing a much better job of not relaying the entire plot beat for beat, but, smarter readers will absolutely be able to read between the lines and see me for what I am: A GD ruiner!

Also, keep an eye out for those NSFW clips I may or may not have peppered through this article. You guys do look at that stuff, don't you? I put some really fun moments in there for you! Honest!

But enough about me. Let's get to the reviews.

The Monster Squad (Fred Dekker) - C+

100 years ago, the forces of good sealed Dracula up, hoping the eternal struggle was over. They blew it. Old Drac returns, and starts laying havoc in a sleepy town, a town that's home to the Monster Squad, a team of youngsters that really knows their horror movies. There's Sean, the leader, Patrick, the best friend, Fat Kid, the... fat kid, and Rudy, the badass. Dracula recruits some other monsters, a werewolf, a mummy, a merman and Frankenstein's Monster to help him trounce the boys, who are trying to perform the ritual all over again, with the aid of Sean's cop dad, and some other outside help. Will good triumph over evil at last?

It's not War and Peace, I'll grant you, but in this genre, it doesn't have to be. The Monster Squad is basically The Goonies Meet Dracula, but there's enough fun to be had from that premise that you won't feel it get stale. The monster effects are decent (you'd expect no less from Stan Winston), but the Mummy and Gillman especially look pretty goofy. While children may be the stars, there's plenty for adults to enjoy here (the most consistently funny character is Sean's Dad's partner in the police force, who is that special kind of doomed, cynical wise-ass), but many of the gags in the movie hit hard. You could nitpick things about it all day (most baffling to me was how Frankie betrays Vlad and the gang almost immediately), but that's not really the point with a film like this. Either it makes you laugh, or it doesn't, and The Monster Squad made me laugh.

"But wait, Ed," you say. "You always complain about child actors, so what about these ones?" You've got me there. The child actors are largely pretty abysmal, but the jokes play just as well despite this. The youngest kids manage to pull off cuteness that transcends their lack of skill, though the older boys didn't work as well for me. Never the less, if your movie features Dracula throwing a bunch of dynamite into a child's tree house, and then drops an action movie style one-liner on us while walking away, who cares how good or bad the kids are? I'd almost say this movie was designed to introduce young children to horror, if not for all the cussing.

But don't let that stop you.

House (Steve Miner) - F

Horror writer Roger Cobb has inherited his great aunt's house. It's something of a curse, as the old house was the last known whereabouts of his long-missing son, an event that led to Roger's divorce from his soap opera star wife. While working on his next book, a retelling of his awful experiences in Vietnam, Roger begins to experiencing strange happenings in the house, immediately concluding it must be haunted. With the not-so-useful help of Harold (Cheers star, George Wendt), Roger attempts to get to the bottom of what's going down in the old, creepy house. Perhaps his son's soul can yet be saved...

It's just boring. That's all I can really say about House. Nothing about it really grabbed me as innovative or even interesting. I don't care if Cobb's boy comes home or his wife comes back to him, because every character is underwritten. Most of the jokes fall flat as can be, and even the comic relief stylings of real life souse George Wendt can't possibly make me care. Even Roger's frequent Vietnam flashbacks, which attempt to break up the stale narrative, are boring, unfunny and predictable.

Are there things to like? Sure. First and foremost, you've got the creature effects, which, for 1986, could have been much, much worse. Every monster that needs special effects looks pretty good, and are shown sparingly enough that you don't see the flaws. There's also a scene with some neat film-making panache, where Roger is at a book signing, and we get a shot/reverse shot of Cobb answering the questions of his onslaught of fans. But even these aspects don't come close to making up for the rest. Keep this one obscure.

You're Next (Adam Wingard) - C-

The Davison family is having a reunion dinner. There's many characters involved, but the principles seem to be Crispin, and his girlfriend Erin. Over dinner, the family comes under attack from mysterious masked men who have been stalking the family home. Erin, as it turns out, is a survivalist of some skill, and she leads the family against the murderous home-invaders. Can she manage to get the Davisons to stop quarrelling long enough to save themselves from their assured destruction?

I was prepared to hate this movie. It's build up isn't hugely satisfying. The kills are a little lacklustre (the piano wire kill should be far more satisfying to the viewer than it is). It throws kind of a clever twist at you about 2/3s of the way in, but given how many cast members are left at that stage, it's hard not to see it (or a variation along this theme) coming. Most of the characters feel poorly developed, and even though it sports a huge cast initially, you've seen the home invasion cat and mouse game so many times in this genre, that you're left hungry for something more. The gore is pretty well-handled, and even quite gritty in some places, but often it's done for laughs, and comedy mixed with bloody realism is a tough line to walk.

What saves You're Next is the final act, which is a rare enough concept in the genre, since endings are probably the hardest thing to pull off. The film lives or dies with the character of Erin, not only because she is our protagonist, but because the entire premise revolves around her skill at not being killed. When Erin finally goes on the offence, not only the action, but the story too, improves dramatically. Sharni Vinson, playing the role of Erin, does a fine job, but her acting isn't what sells it, it's the characters arc, and the entire notion of her character being there. You never see a victim take the turn into full blown murder hero like you do in You're Next, and for that alone, it's worth a watch.

Carnival of Souls (Herk Harvey) - A-

Mary is the sole survivor of a car crash, but she doesn't let that slow her down - she's off to Utah to become a church organist. On her way to her new life, she begins to see a terrifying man stalking her wherever she goes. To make matters worse, odd occurrences afflict the young woman; she's grown detached from emotional and physical attraction, sometimes she appears to phase out of existence, and the man continues to find her, no matter where she goes. Mary finds herself strangely attracted to a deserted carnival pavilion near her new town, but no one wants to take her there. Soon Mary appears to be losing her mind, she loses her job for lack of faith (despite being a virtuoso), and she quickly starts to run out of friends. She returns to the pavilion to try to find answers one last time.

Carnival of Souls is breathtaking. While it's not without its flaws, there is perhaps no better representation of a nightmare on film. Though realism is kept to an absolutely fanatic extent, scenes in the second half of the film are sure to remind countless viewers of the helplessness of being stuck in a horrid dream. The phantoms Mary encounters are poorly made up, but it works. They're just distinguishable enough from people that you can tell the difference, and understand Mary's horror. Chief amongst these ghouls is The Man, portrayed by director Herk Harvey, whose delivery ranges from hammy to terrifying, but Mary's reaction to him seals the deal for us.

As I said, not all performances are superb; Mary is a little hard to take at times, but the ultimate annoying character is Mr. Linden, Mary's neighbour at the rooming house. While certainly more natural than many of the extras, Linden's portrayal of a love-starved, persistent asshole is grating. But it's important to note that Carnival of Souls was made at a time when cinema was in flux from the more theatrical style of the 30s, 40s and 50s to the more realistic mode we know today (thanks in no small part to genre-mate Psycho). This drastic change to the way movies told their stories is more than enough of an explanation for the shortcomings of Carnival of Souls. Ultimately, this title transcends its problems, and creates an absolutely captivating finale.

I actually successfully guessed the ending plot-twist from the first scene (not a tremendous feat), but it didn't spoil my enjoyment of this treasure. In fact, operating on the assumption that I was correct gave me the unique perspective of being able to see the hints and clues the film was giving me, which made the experience all the more delightful. I often try to guess the inevitable twist coming at the end of a movie like this, and often, though I'm right, you feel cheated that the movie wasn't more skillful in deceiving you. Such is not the case with Carnival of Souls. Even if you know Mary's fate, watching her arrive at it is a stunning experience. If you're not afraid of black and white, give this one a try.

The Creature From the Black Lagoon (Jack Arnold) - D+

David Reed has been invited to participate in a geological surgery, showing some very peculiar fossils cropping up in South America. David, along with Kay, his lady friend, Mark, his boss and a rival for Kay's affections, Lucas, a smart-mouthed local that owns a boat, and a cast of interchangeable scientists set out to the Black Lagoon in the Amazon, a mysterious place that has claimed the lives of all who enter. The creature leaving the fossil evidence turns out not to be past-tense after all, and soon, Reed and his crew are in a deadly (and dreary) game of cat and mouse with a remnant of the prehistoric age, a Gillman. Can science defeat nature? It's the 1950s, so you'd better believe it can.

The Creature From The Black Lagoon is a well-regarded genre film from the 50s. But why? So far as I can see is the innovation of using underwater camerawork is the films main claim to glory, as it uses this technique unabashedly (all though not on location, perish the thought! Despite Lucas going on and on about the natural dangers of the amazon river, the cast never encounters any mundane dangers, only the Gillman).

So, not only is the locale kind of bland, there's very little of the trademark show-offiness of American technology (other than, of course, the scientists dosing the lagoon with rohypnol - that's something you don't hear happening too often these days). The love story between David, Kay and Mark is extremely bland, and feels shoehorned in. In fact, Mark's entire character feels like he's only there to frustrate the rest of the crew (and the viewer). And how about that Gillman? Surely he's worth all the love the film gets? I wish I could say yes. It's just a dude in a rubber suit, and it's not even a great-looking rubber suit at that.

It feels as though the Gillman was merely Universal's attempt to stay at the forefront of 50s horror, a tough road to how when the celebrated Hammer Film company was retelling all their old stories with a mountain of gore. Creature From The Black Lagoon feels cheap by comparison. Ultimately, you could ignore this one.

Dog Soldiers (Neil Marshall) - B

Pvt Cooper didn't make it into special forces, so he's back with his regular unit, doing a complex military exercise along the Scottish moors. While running an operation against, coincidentally, the same special forces unit that rejected Cooper, Cooper's squad finds the Special Forces unit nothing but a bloody puddle, with no one but Captain Ryan (played by Game of Thrones alumni, Liam Cunningham). Something murdered the entire Special Forces squad, and it's coming for Cooper's unit next. Though they're able to find rescue temporarily through Megan, a local that knows the area, the squad soon becomes trapped by a pack of big, bloodthirsty werewolves. Their only hope: survive until the sun comes up. They have their work cut out for them, as some members of the squad may not be entirely what they seem.

This isn't the highest quality film out there, but there's a lot to like. All of the cast is serviceable to great (Ryan is a quality villain, but Megan and actor Sean Pertwee, who plays the squad's ill-fated Sargent are also top-notch). It's hard not to love the story, which not only follows a satisfying amount of logic, but is also a great premise all on it's own (a werewolf siege movie is an awesome idea, and should be attempted again soon). The film takes a predictable twist at the start of it's final act, but any horror buff will see it coming and praise it for its execution. The film is loaded with references, from some of the squadmates names (Sargent Harry G. Wells, Private Brucie Campbell.... you get it), to almost half of the film feeling like it's ripped directly from the siege parts of Aliens, there's plenty for cineophiles to binge on.

My biggest complaint about Dog Soldiers are the werewolves themselves. They look really bad. Think part muppet, part guy trapped in a muppet costume. Now, because we have a director that understands his limitations, the early parts of the film show us these monsters sparingly, allowing us not to see their hideousness in full shots until the final act (where in you see them a lot, and can't help but notice their goofiness). Even so, this is a minor complaint. Other special effects, such as the numerous gore effects, are much more spectacular. This may be the best werewolf movie since the 80s, folks. A dubious title, but one Dog Soldiers proudly deserves. This movie impressed me so much, in fact, that I'm considering giving Marshall's following film, The Descent, another try (I really, really didn't like it, the first go around...)

Beyond the Gates (Jackson Stewart) - F

Gordon and John's father has gone missing, and it doesn't look like he's coming back any time soon, so the erstwhile brothers reunite to sell his house and shut down his b-movie store. The brothers, along with Gordon's girlfriend Margo are staying in the father's house. One day, the brothers stumble into their fathers office and find that he was playing Beyond the Gates, a video board game. For laughs, they try it out... And are drawn into a nightmarish fight for survival and their father's soul. Though they endlessly debate whether they should keep playing or not, soon everyone in the cast's life is threatened by the evil game.

It's just a real snoozer, from start to finish. Bad acting. Boring filmmaking. A dumb and hackneyed plot. I guess I can say some of the gore effects in the movie aren't awful, but they're few and far between. While sometimes decent special effects can prop up an otherwise horrible film, the otherwise lacking elements don't even possess that B-movie charm that could maybe save it.

Even the premise feels tired, though I've never seen another video-board-game-does-spooky-shit movie. It's reasons like this that I won't be trusting Netflix for a third of my films going forward from this year, the offering there can be pretty bland (though to be fair, I have seen a lot of the films offered on the service by now). Screw this movie, and the service that carries it, I say.

SO, there you have it! Another week down, and only ten more films to be watched. I'm not sure exactly what's on the docket for the week, but I'll be immediately following up this post with an ill-advised Sunday Morning Marathon selection, Human Centipede: Final Sequence (THE PERFECT CHOICE FOR 8 AM!).

Stick around, kiddos! We're making it through this ghoulish month, one movie at a time....

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Monster Mash Movie Marathon Month 2017 - Week 2

Well, well, well, what have we here? Another week of movie reviews from your blood-watching movie guy -- ME!

A much more middle of the road week, if you examine grades alone, but there were some very disappointing moments for me, personally. I've never given a Vincent Price OR Larry Cohen movie grades this low. Am I getting jaded? Were these actually subpar films? Even reading my reviews can't answer that for you, but they can offer an opinion!

How do I rate things, again??

A = Excellent, a must see
B = Very good, I’d watch it again
C = Worth Seeing
D = Maybe don’t bother
F = Worthless
+ = Superior for this grade
- = Just barely makes it into this grade

And, as usual, KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED FOR THINGS THAT APPEAR TO BE SPOILERS. I'm trying real hard not to do it to you this year, but it's very possible I've fucked that up.

Now, with no further adieu, let's jump right in....

Blue Sunshine (Jeff Lieberman) - D+

Jerry Zipkin gets drawn into a mad conspiracy when one of his best friends flips out and burns three women to death in a fireplace. It would appear Jerry's friend, Frannie, was one of a handful of Stanford graduates who bought blue sunshine acid during the 60s. This particular strain, taken ten years ago, is now causing all sorts of folks to lose all of their hair, and suffer a total psychotic break! Zipkin struggles to uncover the truth of blue sunshine, and who is to blame for it's dispersal, before more Innocents are killed by these LSD-lovin' maniacs.

Ironically, like many films I subjected myself to this week, Blue Sunshine borrows from several other films to achieve its feel: Romero's The Crazies is chief among these, though there's a certain feeling akin to the early works of Cronenberg (specifically Shivers and Rabid - before he went all body horror). The trouble with that, in this case, is that both of those movies have way more class than this one. All aforementioned films feature amateur talent, but there's a lot more going on in Romero and Cronenberg's films. All you've got going on here is a weird mystery, being solved by a dud of a protagonist. It's pretty lame, which is a shame given its fun premise, and proven director (I vastly preferred Lieberman's previous genre film, Squirm).

One weird thing I'll mention: throughout the film, the audience is subjected to campaign commercials and rallies for Ed Flemming, a Stanford grad that's running for Congress. Flemming eventually plays a role in the story, but for the most part, he's a rich kid using his reputation to gain power. The last lines of Blue Sunshine feature a campaign speech from Flemming, where he ends with the slogan 'Make America Good Again'. I understand Reagan used MAGA before Donald Trump, so it's not completely out of left field, but it certainly ended this otherwise unnotable film on an unnerving note.

As Above, So Below (John Eric Dowdle) - D+

Scarlett is the daughter of a world famous adventurer that passed away trying to find the legendary philosopher's stone. After a brief prologue in Iran, Scarlett winds up in France, where she recruits Benji, a videographer and George, her intrepid ex boyfriend, who conveniently speaks Aramaic. The trio desecend into the famous Parisian catacombs, along with some local guides, where Scarlett is sure the stone can be found. Soon, every character is equipped with a GoPro camera, and a complexly cut found footage film follows.

Now, I like found footage, and I've seen a lot of it. Right out of the gate, there's a couple things you should stay away from when going about making this sub-genre. Chief among these is showing your primary camera person. My favourite found footage movie, 2007's rec., manages to go the entire film without showing you the cameraman (somehow this was bungled by its almost shot-for-shot remake, Quarantine). As Above, So Below breaks this rule almost constantly, showing us Benji at least a dozen times before the GoPro cameras appear, further giving the filmmakers license to do this. This might seem nitpicky, but consider actual 'found footage' from real life. In fact, consider most cellphone videos. Most of the time, the camera person is filming, not handing the camera off so they can have a scene. Showing the person filming tends to destroy the realism of this kind of movie (there are exceptions, but not many), and As Above, So Below is an offender.

But wait, there's more: the film manages to evoke an atmosphere of dread by way of its haunting, dimly-lit, claustrophobic setting. Yet almost always, the building tension is dissipated by the need to remind us that Scarlett is a font of lore from ancient civilisations by way of a ten minute history lesson. So drastic are the shifts when these moments occur that any fear the movie may have managed to create vanishes, and you're reminded, once more, that you're watching a product, not something realistic. Then you've got your cheap scares (the man in the black cloak, for example, looks like he arrived on set fresh from the Halloween store, as an example), which can certainly be startling, but without context of what's happening - which you don't get until the last few minutes - anything could be on that screen with loud enough music, and you'd be similarly effected.

Still, there's some enjoyable aspects. Well, really just the setting. There's moments in the first half that show promise, but they're a fondly forgotten memory by the time the characters reach the treasure. Even the gore is sparing, which I'm sure there was reason for, but might have saved some face. Ultimately this one disappointed me.

Scream and Scream Again (George Hessler) - D-

A bizarre series of murders breaks out in England, leaving local police to blunder around trying to find the culprit. A mysterious foreign power appears to have some involvement, as the mysterious Schwietz appears, delivering fatal neck pinches to anyone he comes into contact with. Something of a protagonist eventually appears for Vincent Price to explain the plot to, but by that point, the movie is almost over...

Well, it finally happened, I watched a bad Vincent Price movie (in an AIP film, no less). Usually, this MMMMM darling manages to save any mediocre film he stars in, but the absolutely vapid plot threatens to drown this movie in failure. Much ado about Price starring alongside Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing, but Cushing is in literally one scene, and Lee's character doesn't even grace the screen until after the halfway point. It's a ruse, dear friends!

And how about that plot? It's pretty confusing. The foreign power that dominates almost half the film is ill-defined (is it supposed to be Germany?), and doesn't even seem connected to the action in England. Only when Johnny Neck-Pinch (aka Schwietz) shows up to off the police chief do we start to see cohesion (and by that point, it's too little, too late).

The primary offence of the picture concerns the middle 30 minutes, wherein a killer gets into a complicated pursuit with some policemen. It's essentially a 30 minute chase scene that ends with no satisfying conclusion (the killer we were watching through most of the movie is dispatched, but nothing comes of it). Given the all ready awkward pacing here, Scream and Scream Again didn't need a chase scene that lasted a third of its runtime.

I'll see you next year, Vince, and hopefully we can put all of this behind us.

The Mist (Frank Darabont) - C-

After a big storm knocks a tree on their house, David, along with his young son and neighbour, Mr. Norton (Brooklyn Nine-Nine's Andre Braugher) set off from their sleepy Maine cottage country to the local hardware store. While inside, a mysterious fog covers the town, and the occupants of the store quickly learn monsters lurk out in the mist. So begins a multi-day siege while the hardware store customers attempt to batten down and weather the hungry computer-graphics trying to devour them. Things are tense inside, as the pious Mrs. Carmody (Marcia Gay Harden) seeks to assume command of the hardware store's denizens through divine right. Will David be able to escape the mist and find safety? Boy, you'd sure hope so...

It's hard to pin down exactly why this movie wasn't better. It could be the ham-handed melodrama that is served up throughout (with a particularly polarising ending -- I was on the dislike side, since there was no logical reason for the film to end the way it did). It could be the questionable length (very little happens in The Mist's two hours, so far making it the longest film of MMMMM2017) or pacing (why does everyone turn into such an asshole so fast?). It could be the Steven King source material, which, I've gone on record saying is usually a detriment. It could also be the numerous digital effects that look horribly dated ten years later. Whatever the case, a lot about The Mist is aggravating to the viewer.

But there are things to like! Probably the chief aspect to be enjoyed are the performances. Marcia Gay Harden steals the show, but some of the supporting cast (shout out to my boy, Ollie, played by Toby Jones - the true hero of the film) also stand out. The premise (a group of people are under siege in a hardware store by Lovecraftian monsters) is a good one too. The few practical effects used, such as a swollen insect sting, look great - you just wish there were more of them. While there's certainly polished parts, a lot of The Mist feels like missed opportunities, with a dash of being a product of its time.

The Void (Jeremy Gillespie & Steven Kostanski) - C+

Daniel is a police officer working a lonely beat somewhere in remote Canada. He finds a staggering man on the highway who appears to be hurt, so Daniel checks him into a local hospital, where his ex-wife works as an overnight nurse. Almost immediately, things turn sinister when another nurse slays a patient, before turning into a tentacled monster of hulking proportions, and mysterious cultists armed with blades surround the hospital. Two men, an unnamed father and son, fight their way through the cultists, demanding to kill the man Daniel rescued earlier. Daniel quickly negotiates a truce, leading to the reveal that the hospital itself is the source of these evil occurrences, and it's up to Daniel and his motley crew to end the villainous cult leader (who - surprise! - has been there, under their noses, all along) before he unleashes hell on Earth.

As so often seems to be the case this year, the first act of The Void is superb. The pacing is excellent, the effects are fantastic and old school (and very much borrowed from John Carpenter's The Thing). Leading man Aaron Poole, as Daniel, is an enjoyable protagonist (and woefully ineffective when the film is at its best), though many of the supporting characters don't rise to his level. The creature effects are very gruesome and satisfying (even if you can't tell what you're looking at sometimes), and considering this film was chiefly financed by a $100,000 Kickstarter, what appears on screen are amazingly effective practical effects. The influences (Carpenter's Thing, as mentioned, but there's also shades of sci-fi horror classic Event Horizon, as well as Stuart Gordon's From Beyond) are transparent, but handled far more lovingly than those in... Oh, let's say Blue Sunshine.

The troubles begin once the opening premise is established, and Daniel and friends have to start doing things. The entire trip to the basement sequence feels shoehorned at best, and rushed at worst (the second act of the film plods along, so that the action-packed third act throws a lot at you to process in a short amount of time). As characters begin to die, it really highlights how poor some of the supporting cast are (I don't wanna name names, but there's a pregnant girl's grandpa in the film, and he shouldn't be). Despite this, The Void is a worthwhile film, and don't let my being Canadian trick you into thinking I'm being easy on it: I'm notoriously unimpressed by Canadian Cinema.

It Lives Again (Larry Cohen) - D

Following the tragic events of It's Alive, devastated father, Frank Davis is working with a handful of doctors to try and save the killer babies before they're destroyed by police. He approaches young couple Gene and Jodie Scott, who eventually come around to Frank's point of view, when Jodie goes into labour and is surrounded by armed police. Frank absconds with Gene and the baby, where it is revealed Davis' group has two more killer babies all ready, for a total of three. Before long, the babies get loose and start wreaking havoc, leading Gene and Jodie to join the police in an attempt to polish off the threat.

Another bitter film experience for me, I'm afraid, as this is the first Larry Cohen movie I haven't outright loved. It's only natural that not everything a director releases will be up to code (or maybe I'm just too into other Cohen films and had supremely high expectations). Whatever the case, It Lives Again feels boring. The story is complex by comparison to the first film, which may be the root of the problem, and that isn't helped by much of the events of the first film being un-referenced, but mandatory viewing.

Cohen comes from a place of slowly ekeimg his monster out, like the classic B-Movies of old, but in It Lives Again, it is almost criminal how much is held back: when one of the babies is slain, an image of it in profile appears on screen for a split second before the character confronting it shoots it, but he may as well be shooting at the ground, for all we know. Flashing what he's aiming at for a couple of frames before he kills it is not a move from the basic language of cinema. And that's only one example.

Are there laughs? Yes, of course. But even then, there doesn't seem to be enough of them. Even the first kill, ostensibly just a puppet claw dancing around a surgeon's face, looks extra cheap, and doesn't excite you for more to come. You also won't find anything engaging about the cast. I'm now a little worried for my assured viewing of It's Alive III: Island of the Alive next year, but, at least that one stars Cohen leading man Michael Moriarty, so it can't be this bad, right? And even if it is, we'll always have The Stuff...

Prevenge (Alice Lowe) - B+

Ruth is murdering the people she believes responsible for the death of her partner. Her unborn daughter drives her on, whispering terrible truths to her mother, and keeping her to task. Though her doctor counsels caution and rest, Ruth is a true chameleon, stepping from identity to identity to dispatch ugly character after ugly character. Whether she's out for a night on the town, going for a job interview or posing as a charity worker, there's no killer more successful than a single mother. Will Ruth successfully fulfil her bloody mission before the baby comes?

Prevenge is an absolute scream, and triple threat Alice Lowe (Writer, Director and Star) is a big part of the reason. Her performance is absolutely solid, and she is beset upon by a cast of absolutely terrible human beings. From the piggish DJ Dave to the mistrusting fitness queen Len (played by Game of Thrones' Gemma Whalen), you don't really shed a tear for Ruth's victims. Similarly, Lowe's eye for cinematography is quite excellent, with many of the visuals being captivating despite having a seemingly minuscule budget. Thanks to these strengths, Prevenge was the highlight of my week.

The film's dark sense of humour is relentless, from each gory, but usually fitting, murder to Ruth's excellent comedic interactions with her doctor. Perhaps the best sequence of the film involves Ruth painting her face like a monstrous skull (all the while getting a peptalk from baby), before taking her supremely pregnant self to a Halloween party to take care of some business. While played for laughs, her choice of costume is surprisingly eerie and shows the film will continue to surprise you with effective visuals. A wonderful contrast to the disappointing It Lives Again.


And so we draw a close to another week of horror movies. Don't you worry, though, there's another week looming just ahead. Tonight I'll be enjoying (I hope) seminal 80s horror film The Monster Squad (hopefully at my local art house theatre!), so that, at least is on the docket for the week. Find out what I think of this, and six other films, next week around this time!