Clearly 2020 will be a year we remember and one we rather forget. We hope from the bottom of our black little hearts that you remained healthy and sane (but not…
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“Abstract Plain” is a song from the album Teenager of the Year by Frank Black. The lyrics describe Black’s desire to escape from the real world to an emotional oasis: “I…
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Short films are like Hi-Chews — bite-size flavor explosions that should be savored before moving onto the next one, and the one after that. Given the bottomless well of compelling shorts…
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Listen, there’s a lot of stuff America is good at: freedom of the press, Yosemite National Park, Golden Retrievers, ranch dressing, type 2 diabetes. And there’s a whole lot of stuff…
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If you have a problem with slow movies, romance, or gorillas, this article is not for you. Before Robert Smith discovered eyeliner and The Crow became a beacon for suburban teen…
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Remember when the Beatles came to America? They stepped off the plane and girls were waiting on the runway, absolutely losing their fucking minds. Screaming, screeching, yelling, pulling their hair, waving…
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There’s a scene in Blood Shack where late filmmaker Ray Dennis Steckler’s kids play musical chair. Yes, that’s “chair” and not “chairs.” Because there’s only one chair. This is a perfect…
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Somewhere in sun-baked Nigeria, a cabbie picks up a passenger alongside an empty dirt road. Watch out, it’s a zombie! And it’s wearing a giant floppy straw hat! Zombies need sun…
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In Midnight Movies, authors J. Hoberman and Jonathan Rosenbaum describe underground movies as “redolent of danger, secrecy, subversion, resistance, and liberation; not to mention perversity, alienation, and even madness.” They didn’t…
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A guy (mullet, topless) and a girl (no mullet, topless) are making out in a pick-up truck. A stranger comes out of the misty woods. He’s wearing black boots—a sure sign…
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Sam is a very successful businessman who has just secured a big deal. Money’s coming his way and he’s giddy with dollars. I see too much cocaine in his future. Sam…
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Cannibals. Hookers. Cannibal Hookers. The title tells you everything you need to know. A hooker struts down the Sunset Strip. A john picks her up. They go back to her place…
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It begins with garden-variety bullying. A little girl calls a little boy a pervert because he doesn’t have a father (pretty sure she means “bastard,” but the girl is six so…
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Every single time it rains, centipedes descend upon my apartment, much like white people heading to Burning Man. If you’ve never seen a centipede, then imagine Eugene Levy’s eyebrows, only with…
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There is no greater horror sub-genre than the one known as “shitty kids.” And no shitty kids are shittier than the shitty kids in Blood Brothers. In the sun-bleached wasteland known…
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Cocaine. The Eighties wouldn’t have happened without it. This was the sleazy, frenetic era of 24-hour parties, teased hair, trashy lingerie, and false metal. It was a time when filmmakers picked…
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Originally published in Bleeding Skull! A 1980s Trash-Horror Odyssey. A woman, with her two kids in tow, grabs a copy of I Dismember Mama off the shelf of a New Jersey…
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Originally published in Bleeding Skull! A 1980s Trash-Horror Odyssey. I once ate a slice of concession stand pizza before playing a little league game. This was third grade, maybe fourth. A…
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Originally published in Bleeding Skull! A 1980s Trash-Horror Odyssey. “The zombies are aerobicizing, they feel good and everything.” — Linnea Quigley I think we both know what that means. It is…
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Originally published in Bleeding Skull! A 1980s Trash-Horror Odyssey. ”I’m always ready for some hot action — on the job or off.” After sharing that bit of insight with us (and…