To the normal person, sweat and zits are anything but attractive. Thankfully, normal people have no business watching Warlock Moon. Mystery is a beautiful thing. For Warlock Moon aka Bloody Spa,…
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Joseph A. Ziemba
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Forget about Mick Jagger and his nineteen nervous breakdowns. Somebody beat him to it. After losing a disturbed patient to the throes of suicide, psychiatrist Dr. Allan Barnes (Paul Stevens) receives…
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Before you have time to catch your breath, Cash Flagg (aka Ray Dennis Steckler) says his piece: “The world’s here to be enjoyed, not to be depressed.” With one line of…
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Do you remember your first real kiss? The awkward, embarrassing liplock, followed by a joy of discovery, and then an instant yearning. It’s a pleasant feeling that fades into nothingness as…
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Pigs kind of has everything. It’s an early 70s cheapskate, promising pigs that eat people and a girl with a knife. When the end credits roll, it still kind of has everything.…
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Shit, Karl. If your dreams are this unhealthy, I’d hate to see your sister’s. My Brother has Bad Dreams might be the most downbeat film I’ve ever seen. So why am…
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The obsessions of mankind can run the gamut from healthy and prosperous to skewed and insane. Somewhere in the middle stands Ivan Marx, professional Bigfoot tracker. This is his story. Make…
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William Castle kicks off his biography, Step Right Up! I’m Going To Scare The Pants Off America!, with an age old question. What attracts people to horror films? Why do they…
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Indiana is the quintessential Midwestern industrial wasteland — oil refineries, steel mills, and shitloads of corn. You’d never know it, but there’s more than gross smells, Splashin’ Safari, and corn in…
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From the concrete of Cape Canaveral to the beaches of Japan, the brilliant Dr. X has his stuff together. He knows what he wants and he gets what he wants. Alas,…
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In line at the grocery store, I hoped that Samantha was going to be OK. Driving home, I hoped nothing terrible happened to Alan. Making breakfast the next morning, I tried…
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Who needs Freddy Krueger when we have Death Bed: The Bed That Eats? Deep within a forest, a cobblestone embankment houses an underground cave. Inside the cave lies Death Bed: The…
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In 1962, The Crystals sang, “He’s a rebel and he’ll never ever be understood.” The Phil Spector production was a runaway #1 hit in the U.S., but peaked at #19 on…
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In fourth grade, my art class was given an assignment to make something out of papier-mâché. There were no restrictions, unless you tried to make boobs. While other kids sculpted away on…
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Spiritual lightning has struck again. Walking home from work, I was seized by psychic thunderclaps, revealing themselves as screeching female voices: “Find the Dance Costumes By Eros! Find the Special Electronic…
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I once caught a few minutes of a 40s-era Bowery Boys film on cable. It’s no surprise that I can’t remember the title. After about five minutes of humor that was…
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Jean jacket. Chuck Taylor hi-tops. Fluffy mustache. The power of God. Lando San Miguel is here to save us. Ah, the Phillipines. It’s nice to be back. Just when the memories…
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This morning, my Lucky Charms were sweet as can be. The work day treated me just fine. But then, while riding the train, I nodded off on the way home. Visions…
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In his book Crackpot, John Waters encapsulates 1960s nudist camp films: “Happy, healthy idiots on pogo sticks with air-brushed crotches.” That about sums it up. So what happens when monsters are…
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Brian Wilson’s dreamy voice emotes as The Beach Boys’ “In My Room” crackles through a transistor radio. A mirror reflects a young kid as he creates a mustache with shoe polish.…