Originally published in Bleeding Skull! A 1980s Trash-Horror Odyssey. Honeymoon Horror is the story of Frank, a killer with a burned face. Frank exacts his revenge against his cheating wife on…
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A film that opens with “Directed By Perri” and closes with “Finis” suggests a certain sophistication. After all, a singularly named director can only point to Europe. We all know what…
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Originally published in Bleeding Skull! A 1980s Trash-Horror Odyssey. Nice people making a nice video about a psychopath that kills a child (and a chihuahua) with a barbecue utensil fashioned as…
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A car zips along a country road. A sexy lady in a fuzzy coat cozies up to the driver, who kind of looks like Kevin Spacey, not that it matters. “Arthur…
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If I had to choose one word to describe Horror — besides “horror” — that word would be “mushrooms.” Now that your expectations are set, there’s something you need to know:…
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Nothing says “fun” like romantic ideals being destroyed by monsters who have hot dogs for teeth. Paralleling the first five years of Ray Dennis Steckler’s career, Del Tenney’s most accomplished films…
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This is an updated version of a review that was originally published in Bleeding Skull! A 1990s Trash-Horror Odyssey. Todd Cook does not make movies for you. He does not make…
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A bloody hand reaches out from a lake and drowns a lady in a rowboat. Meanwhile, a blind girl plays with a headless doll and a dead chicken hangs from a…
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By 1952, The Three Stooges were on their decline. Their kick-off short for that year, A Missed Fortune, was yet another remake of an earlier hit. In this case, it was…
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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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Fifth grade was merciless and cruel. Because of budget cuts, there were nearly 40 kids in my class. Someone was always getting spit on or bitten or sucker punched. Half the…
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I’ve never been sold on the concept of destiny. Until now. Sometime during the first half of the twentieth century, identical twins David and Robert Story were born. Unexceptional on the…
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Originally published in Bleeding Skull! A 1980s Trash-Horror Odyssey. I’ve never snorted cocaine. But I’ve seen Bright Lights, Big City. That pretty much makes me an expert. Therefore, I suspect that a…
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Chesty Morgan is dead. Long live Chesty Morgan. Green velvet curtains and exactly one fake potted plant adorn the world’s tiniest funeral parlor. In the center of the room, purple drapery…
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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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It is difficult to argue with a man who makes love to toy dolls. So why try? By 1968, director-writer-unknowing-sage Doris Wishman was onto something big. So big, in fact, that…
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When I was a kid, My cousin Brian had a Commodore 64 computer. This was the greatest thing in the world. It wasn’t great because we could play games like Montezuma’s…
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At one point during Into the Black, a roundhouse kick is intercut with a close-up of someone cracking a can of Stroh’s beer. It feels so nice to be back in…
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Originally published in Bleeding Skull! A 1980s Trash-Horror Odyssey. “OH SHIIIIIT! I just got off the horn with Donald Pleasance’s agent. Dude’s gonna be in our movie.” “WHAAAAT!!! That’s insane, dude.…
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Love it or hate it, found footage has earned a spot in the pantheon of horror, alongside slashers, possessions, the occult, haunted houses, beasties, and shitty kids. I’m the first to…