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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The old folks have taken over the asylum. High-fives to the old folks. Mental hospitals are The Best, especially when it comes to slasher films. Grandmas are The Best, especially when…
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T.G.I.F.? The elementary understanding of The Cat Scream was to be demolished in the wake of Ferd and Beverly Sebastian’s Rocktober Blood. For in that film, this badge of machismo gallantry…
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The Abomination made all things desolate. As it turns out, desolation can be a pretty captivating place. In 1986, writer-director Bret McCormick and partner-director Matt Devlen ensconced a Super 8 camera,…
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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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Our setting: the unkempt office of Dr. T. Honest Truth, traveler, lecturer, amateur comedian, and world-renowned psychoanalyst. A bust of W.C. Fields leers over his desk, while the requisite chaise lounge…
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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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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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Hoorah! Jimmy saved the world! Saved it from the evil Mr. Fig! And, it only involved a bit of walking around aimlessly through parks in Miami with a nice lady named…
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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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Four folks drive to a cabin deep in the mountains of Virginia for various family and recreational reasons. Their camper breaks down. While waiting in the dark, they encounter the ghosts…