It’s the middle of nowhere. A watch stops. A car dies. It’s twenty to midnight and a thunderstorm approaches. So sets the stage for Three on a Meathook, the wavering, semi-sparkling…
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Hot sand scorches the feet. Surf mist flutters at the eyelashes. The faint sounds of tremolo guitars blanket the heavens. To the left, a motel pool. To the right, a pile…
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If there was a “least likely to succeed” award at Trash-Horror High, it would’ve been given it to Blood Stalkers. Then, at the ten year reunion, we’d all look like assholes.…
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Belgians are known for their waffles, beer, fries, and chocolate. Now, I understand. With so much time spent on eating and drinking, who has time for orthodox filmmaking? Jean-Louis van Belle…
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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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Death By Invitation proves that “Women’s Lib” has always been a good thing. During colonial times, Lise is dragged through a town square. Some of the locals wear KISS make-up and…
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Sometimes, all you really need is a rubber skull mask and a dark, rainy night. Imagine Jess Franco directing a script by Andy Milligan. There would be period costumes, whipping, and…
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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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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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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…