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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Joseph A. Ziemba
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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,…
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A few months ago, I had a conversation with a co-worker named Mike. Mike: “So, you like horror movies?” Me: “Yeah.” Mike: “Sweet. Seen anything scary lately? I like the scary…
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This movie is hideously beautiful. Originally a XXX adult film shot by the director of Deep Throat and starring Sandra “Last House On The Left” Peabody, Legacy Of Satan was shorn…
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You’ve got to fight for your rites. Reverb flutters from the coattails of Dracula, Prisoner Of Frankenstein and there lies The Rites Of Frankenstein. A direct-yet-indirect follow up to the supreme…
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John Lennon opened the caustic and cleansing “Plastic Ono Band” with the library sound effect of a solitary church bell. The early minutes of Jess Franco’s Dracula, Prisoner Of Frankenstein utilize…
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“I’ll be glad when Wednesday is over.” I’m with you, Alison! Don’t take that the wrong way. In keeping with the tendencies of 1970s/80s Australian horror (Frenchman’s Farm and Deadly Possession,…
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I pulled exactly one all-nighter in college, then barfed the next day. Madman ushers in all-nighter number two for me. No puke yet. I am on a roll! This movie takes…
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How far would you go to follow a dream? In October 1977, Demon Lover aka The Devil Master was distributed to drive-in theaters across the United States. It would go on…