In a fury, I called Sande Romine’s Restaurant, the local greasy spoon. My craving for slithery-fried sleaze had to be satiated. I said, “Give me the daily special. Delivery. And don’t…
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Joseph A. Ziemba
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Charles Pierce has made muddy footprints on the back porch scary again. Beginning with 1974’s untouchable The Legend Of Boggy Creek, continuing with 1976’s marred masterwork The Town That Dreaded Sundown,…
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“Odd. I feel odd.” Denise is on my wavelength. Speaking of wavelengths, Sole Survivor is into something. Something good. However, articulating that goodness doesn’t come easy. Yet, as we all know,…
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The highlight of this film is not the scene where a sweaty fat man falls down a flight of stairs. Incredible, but true. “What do you think this is, some kind…
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Ellie, the mod. Tom, the drunk handyman. Colby, the horny cop. And, of course, “Old Man Mask,” the burly hammer-killer. I think I’m in the right place. That’s what it’s all…
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Ideas must be challenged! Barry Mahon is our only hope. In 1965, the work of exploitation renaissance man Barry Mahon (The Beast that Killed Women) was at a peak. But, the…
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Who will survive the final exam?! After working as a production assistant on Slumber Party Massacre, filmmaker Carol Frank was given carte blanche by legendary producer Roger Corman to make her…
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I never met a Bateman I didn’t like. In 1970, a remote attic was tapped for a meeting of utmost secrecy. The space was damp, musty, and crawling with spiders. A…
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Amidst the hubbub of day-to-day stresses, it’s easy to become cloistered from the world at large. The very perception of “living life” can be taken for granted, and perhaps, eventually, diminished…
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Milo Aukerman and The Descendents once spouted off about “Parents.” “Parents! Why won’t they shut up? Parents! They’re so fucked up! But little do they know, one day I’ll explode!” I…
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Open up! The Devil is comin’ at ya with a big, wet (French) kiss! The French. You just can’t stop ’em. Every time I turn around, a new vintage trash-horror film…
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Touché, The Abomination. This game is over. The journey has been a long and winding one. Nearly a decade of yearning, dashed hopes, and heightened expectations have been filtered into 95…
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A guy at my high school carried the nickname of “Bob Grunge.” He had long, greasy hair, owned several exotic pets, and rarely took showers. I went to his house once…
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Pete Walker made horror films that get the blood pumping. After a slew of fun 1960s softcore romps, creeps became Walker’s stock and trade. Combining social angst with stylized exploitation, Walker…
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Any film with the word “massacre” in its title makes life one billion times better. Incomprehensibility is a finical beast. Even a dangerous one. When carelessly unleashed, it can lead to…
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I’m always keyed up for a quick trip to Miami. Grinter, don’t fail me now. In the late 1960s and early 1970s, Brad F. Grinter, brothers William and Harry Kerwin, Doug…
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In 1973, Styx’s Dennis DeYoung asked his “Lady” to “show me all your charm” and “give me all your love.” The world buckled with ecstasy, yet no woman could answer the…
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For the last few years, I’ve held the weight of guilt on my shoulders. When first viewing Monster A-Go-Go, a deadened cosmic fever from parts very unknown, and Psyched By The…
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Sleeping has never been so much fun. You can take that statement all the way to the bank. Or the desert. In the barren void of Terlingua, Texas, times turn to…
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A man crosses a street on his way to work. A car misses a stop sign and screeches to a halt, just inches from his body. He leaps towards the vehicle,…