tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67824050601391494082012-02-10T07:12:24.151-08:00Welcome to the horror blog. Enter the World of horror, terror, gore, exploitation, drive-in and trash film reviewsJohnny 666http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327243894361186507noreply@blogger.comBlogger991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782405060139149408.post-2427864046453078042009-05-29T06:03:00.001-07:002009-05-29T06:03:35.688-07:00

The Unholy was a film that had an awful lot of good going for it, but like the teenage boys who have rented this back in the day, it blew it's load all over the floor after the hot redhead shows up naked in the first minute of screen time. Me, I'm a sucker for any film that deals with possession, the catholic church and priests. I guess it was my upbringing, but nothing terrifies me more than the

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Anyone who reads here knows that I dont post that regularly. My initial reason for starting this blog was to have a record for all the garbage I watch, be it good, bad or ugly, with the intention of moving to a website based review format eventually. I also planned to have other horror writing intermingled in the reviews, to create a more rounded horror esperience. I just didn't know how to

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The 70's sure was an interesting time for horror. After The Exorcist managed to stomp through the box office like Big Foot on a raping spree through a school yard, it showed that the genre didn't have to be relegated to the second bill on a B movie matinee to make some serious cash. It was the perfect coupling of big budget, hot young director and a talented cast, and this formula was thankfully

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Is there such a thing as a film being TOO much fun? I dunno, it's a thought that has been running through my head whilst watching some of my recent sicko fests. Some films may have a slow but steady build up with a wicked pay off, such as Re-Animator, Evil Dead and Braindead. These seem to get the balance right, courting the line between suspense, character, and balls out grossness with expert

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Right, I know I've been a slacker lil bitch lately and barely been posting, but to be honest, I got a fat wad of excuses this time! I swear! I just bought a house a few weeks ago and have been doing it up after work, meaning I've been working around the clock to get the fucker into a nice and pristine state for living. It's getting there. And then Carl over at http://

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I decided to have a bit of a George C Scott night the other day. And seeing as I mentioned Hardcore in my Cruising review last month, I thought I would dig this one out again for a spin on the end of my weiner.Scott plays Jake Van Dorn, a Calvinist and conservative business man who seems to have everything going right for him. That is, until his teenage daughter Kristen disappears whilst away at

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I'm not much of a man for Manga or Anime to be honest. I've only seen about half a dozen or so films, and while I have liked what I watched, I generally don't go seeking for titles as I would with other genres. But saying that, if I were the kind of man to make a top 100 list of all time, including all genres, I'm pretty sure Perfect Blue would be on there somewhere, and quite possibly in a

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As most of my friends know, I'm a pretty big fan of HP Lovecraft. I regularly re-read his stories, and find that his way of looking at horror is greatly affecting my own approach to writing. But what is it about his stories that just doesn't generally work for the big screen, unless drastically altered? Look at Stuart Gordon's films for example, as he has probably filmed more Lovecraft stories

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Like alot of horror fans out there that went looking for the next great scare flick, we plundered the Asian horror market for whatever we could get our hands on, leaving no dark haired ghost lady unturned. We had good reason to do so, the Asian market had spawned such terrifying wonders as Ringu, Dark Waters, Juon - the Grudge, and a Tale of Two Sisters. By the time Takashi Miike started ripping

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I have been a bold little bollix over the last few months and been neglecting the sleazier side of my viewing needs. It's swings and roundabouts for me in terms of what I watch, some months I will watch nothing but exploitation and 70's porn, then for the next 6 months it will be a straight up horror binge. There just isn't enough hours in the day to watch the shit I wanna watch, but sometimes I

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It's been awhile since I reviewed a trashy, yet awesome, action film. And yup, Road House falls into that category. I will bar fight any man or woman who disagrees with me on this. It's probably the biggest piece of overblown bullshit ever to ejaculate from the viagra pumped boner that was the 80's Hollywood machine, and you gotta love it for that very reason.The basic plot? We use that word

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Are any readers of this blog in, or have ever been in, a fraternity? I'm not American, so the concept is novel enough to me. What knowledge I do have of them has been lifted from the big screen. If you are to believe flicks like Terror Train and Night of the Creeps, corpses seem to play a surprisingly prevailant role in initiation, and the frat is usually populated by smarmy rich pricks. Unless,

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It always makes me smile when looking back at certain films made in the 70's and 80's and pondering on what the intent was for making it. It was prime time for exploitation films, and some of my all-time favorite shockers come from this seedy period. A time for zero budgeted filmmakers and producers to make a quick and sleazy buck. But hand in hand with this we also had some more mainstream

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It's hard these days to find anything fresh in the zombie genre. The last ten years have seen such a resurgence in it that I for one am actually sick to my hairy boobs of looking at the shambling dead. Thanks to Resident Evil, 28 Days Later, Dawn of the Dead (remake) and Shaun of the Dead, every Tom, Dick and lazy zero budgeted filmmaker has hacked out a cheap knock off, or knock off's of knock

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It's seldom these days I bother making the trek to theatres to see new releases. I've just had one too many bad experiences to be arsed handing over my not-so-hard earned cash to have most of the audience piss me off throughout the movie. With home theatre systems being so cheap and accessible for the average Joe, I expect I ain't the only one abandoning the red sticky carpet and overpriced

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Howdy doody campers! Yup, it's been another long gap since I last peeble-dashed the internet with a wet fart of a review, but it's a new year and I got me some fresh brown babies coming down the U-bend.Inside is one of those kinda flicks that exploded onto horror audiences last year from a very strong word-of-mouth at the festival frontlines. Alot of reviewers seemed on the verge of having

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This is one of those films that was always mentioned in excited and hushed tones by metal and NIN fans alike back in the day. It was around the time when NIN brainchild and frontman Trent Reznor rented the Tate murder home to record The Downward Spiral, rumours surfaced over a supposed snuff film being produced by the band. It was one of those things I had forgotten about until recently when I

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Director Kevin Tenney will probably be best remembered for a certain little splatter-and-sleaze fest known as Night of the Demons, (not to be mixed up with that loveable 'Bigfoot the rapist' flick, Night of the Demon), but thanks to the fine folks at Anchor Bay, we can enjoy his debut feature again, fully restored and remastered.Ah yes, there is nothing like dicking around with a ouija board to

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It's seldom that I'm in the right kind of mood to watch a genuinely old school film (i.e, something made before the 60's), but when I do, I always kick my own ass for not watching them more frequently. Over the course of Halloween I decided to give myself a few bitch slaps and dragged out my Val Lewton collection for a first time viewing. The first one out of the gates was Jacques Tourneur's

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I think most people find the idea of ending up on the slap in a mortuary to be one hell of a disturbing thought. Sure, you will be dead, but fuck it, do you really want people poking around in your insides even if you won't know about it? After watching a film like Nacho Cerda's Aftermath, it brings the idea of "poking around in your insides" to it's worst possible conclusion. But lately American

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Ah yes, another one of those fond memeories from my auld flower Mark Cousins back in the mid 90's. For anyone who doesn't know or remember, Mark Cousins was this edgy little guy who used to present a series of cult films every week on the BBC, and they ranged from everything from old Peckinpah films, up to splatter like Society. What a guy! He introduced me to many a great flick, and will be

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Neil Marshall had a tough act to follow after the laughs and gore of Dog Soldiers, and the balls out claustrophobic terror of The Descent. After two home runs like that, it wasn't going to be long before the money men came to Marshall's door and offered him carte blanche on making whatever the hell he wanted. So Marshall decides to direct a script he wrote years ago that was an hommage to his

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At the rate foreign horror films are being remade at the moment, I wouldn't be surprised if things ended up like they did during the production of Tod brownings 1931 version of Dracula; when his crew went home at the end of each days shooting, another film crew came on set and shot the film again, only this time using the same script but just Spanish actors, and the film was released in a

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Yeah, I know that most of you are thinking I can't even read let alone sit through a Swedish art house film, but you would be suprised what I fit in between enema porn and the 300th viewing of Evil Dead II. Hour of the Wolf is probably one of the most unusual films I have seen ever to have the 'horror' tag placed on it, and no, I don't mean unusual in terms of "wow, that film had an unusually

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Deathdream certainly is an odd little film. The follow up flick from 'Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things' director Bob Clark and producer Alan Ormsby, the film by-passes the previous genre entries comedic trash feel for a stark little chiller with alot heart and political message. The fact that it works is even more suprising!We open in Vietnam. An unknown soldier takes a slug in the back

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To say that the Hellraiser series is a mixed bag is something of an understatement. After Clive Barker's brooding and bloody first entry, I really have little love for any of the initial sequels. But enough people have been harassing me into giving part two a spin again after all these years of detestation, ensuring me it is a worthy follow-up, with some fringe lunatics claiming it to be an

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If you walked up to me in the street and told me you were attempting to make a serious Irish horror film about mutant cows, I would probably clock you straight in the dome and call you a dumbass motherfucker. After giving you the trashing of your life, you then were to tell me it would actually turn out to be good, I would then shout that you were a crazy fool as I ended your lonely days on this

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You know you are in trouble with a film straight away when the quote on the front of the dvd proclaims "A cult classic!", but whoever made that quote was too embarassed to put his name to it. Maybe it was the bag packer at director Kirshna Shah's local foodstamp grocery store, I dunno. But I guess you really shouldn't be expecting much going into a film called Hard Rock Zombies. It's like going

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...yeah, I know it was like 6 months ago when I said I was gonna start reviewing again, but this time I mean it! For real!! I got my excuses, it being summertime and all means I tend to watch less anyway, and I have been concentrating on script writing. Strangely enough, reviewing cinematic atrocities isn't as rewarding as it was made out to be! But hey! the weather is shit, I'm broke, I ain't

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First up, my apologies to the five people who probably read this blog on the lack of reviews in the last month and a bit. Life has been hectic lately, with filming, editing and writing taking up the bulk of things. Throw in the usual depression, misery, self loathing, nausea (all the good emotions) that goes with that, and you get the picture. Also, a trip to the Cannes Film Festival and the

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Now we're talkin'! My fancy for watching these rough and ready cheapo flicks from the arse end of the American cinema comes and goes, and lately I have been on a strict diet of striaght up, no bullshit horror. But what better way to shake off those post drinkin' blues than with some sleaze and violence!Cop Killers follows the exploits of two jaded hippy criminal types, Alex (Bill Osco, who also

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I've said it before, and I shall certainly say it again, as much as I love my sleaze and gore, I do love a good atmospheric ghost story even more. There's alot to be said about a well crafted film with character and genuine dread in abundance; something you rarely do get from the standard splatter or skin flick. And hey, when your floor is mopped and your trousers are back up, you want something

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Being a low budget hack filmmaker myself, I love sitting down to watch a zero budget horror feature, just to see how inventive cinema truly can be, and also to hold up the DVD box and scream, "Fuck you Hollywood!! We don't need piles of money the size of Martin Scorsese's eyebrows to make a film!". It also gives me some kind of perverse pleasure to use these gems to detract from the brain melting

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Not only was The Shining one of the first Stephen King books I ever read, but it was one of the first 'adult' horror films I saw in my early teens that turned me into the horror nut I am today. I ended up seeing this the same weekend as Candyman, and my nerdish 13 year old mind was never the same again. (Side note - it was also within the same few weeks as when I saw my first porno, but that's a

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It can be a daunting month when two of your life long favorite directors release films around the same time, and especially when both films have the "comeback" tag hanging around them like paedo's in a schoolyard. With Romero seemingly losing his grip on the modern world with Diary of the Dead, my expectations for Mother of Tears were not exactly through the roof, as Dario Argento's last moment

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For every fanboy like myself out there, the words "Romero" and "zombie" being mentioned in the same sentence are usually enough to send them into a severe bout of tent trousered dizziness that will have them gum flapping all over the net for months and months. When Diary of the Dead was announced back in September 2006, my excitement level went through the roof, Romero back making an independent

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I swear to the mighty Gods of sleaze that I do love 70's porn. A time when women looked like women, men were one step away from looking like Lon Chaney in The Wolf Man, and the directors made some poor attempt at wrapping a story around their hairy penetration like a badly made Burrito. Charm is what got them through it, and makes them so endearing to this day. And how could I not like Hardgore,

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The term, "movie mindfuck", gets tossed around alot these days. It seems that all you have to do to make a movie mindfuck is toss in a seriously down syndromed-level plot twist and all the sudden, people think it's the best thing since tampons. Or failing that, do what the Wachowski Brothers do, make the same film three times in a row, have no plot, call it a trilogy, and before you know it,

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Straight up I gotta admit I fucking despise musicals. A childhood of being beaten in the face repeatedly with Bedknobs and Broomsticks, and Pete's Dragon has left me with a nervous twitch at even mention of the word. Count also into this that majority of modern musicals like Moulin Rouge just make me wanna take my soul out and set it on fire as I stick a knife up my ass. Saying that, there has

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With the current climate of endless remakes and pointless sequels, one wonders where this mess is all going to end. I mean, are we that creatively starved that we need to remake every (and I mean EVERY) Asian horror film, or ressurect old series such as Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street, both which have remakes in the works? There was a reason they stopped making these films 15 years ago

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With the amount of porns that get made every year, I am amazed that there are so few horror/porno hybrids knocking around. Sure, most people who watch blueys are doing it for one reason only, to fire out great big globs of Satan glue as quickly as possible, but heck, would it kill anyone to even entertain the few porn jaded morons like me out there who want something different??Well thank the

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You know what is really terrifying me these days, the kind of thing that's keeping me awake at night? The clocks on my work computer, that's what. I have a clock on my computer, and a clock on my phone, both digital. What makes them scary is how they both move in and out of synch with each other. Sometimes my computer clock runs up to 5 minutes ahead of the phone clock, then it slows back down,

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Peter Greenaway can be a tough motherfucker to understand. His films are generally very cryptic, intellectual and pretentious, and accesible isn't a word I would use either to describe them. Or maybe I'm just as thick as John Holmes' fat dick. Either way, they ain't films that I have gone back to for a repeat embarassment of not having a clue. Apart from The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her

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Adapting Stephen King for the big screen seems to be a tough thing to get right. For every the Shining, Shawshank Redemption, Misery and Carrie are eye rapes like The Lawnmower Man, Sometimes They Come Back and Sleepwalkers. With the uncertain release of the Mist on these green shores, I have been delving back into the good side of King's back catalogue to see what it is that makes a good

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It says alot about a film's quality when it can be watched in a foreign language, without subtitles, and you still know exactly what the fuck is going on, and even what the characters are probably saying. Such was the case when a buddy of mine recently downloaded it in German by mistake (downloading is EVIIIIIIIIL, children!!), but wasn't arsed trying to find an English copy. He still knew it

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What is it that makes horror films from the 80's so enjoyable? They were often shodily put together, stuffed full of annoying characters, cheap ass gore, and a plot stolen from whatever popular film was currently knocking around the big screen. For alot of folks like me though, nostalgia for an innocent time is enough for you to overlook alot of the flaws and see it's grubby little charm that it

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Over the years, I have been guilty of giving director Jess Franco a hard time. I used to find his films dull, ramshackle and meandering at best. Sure, they had some sexy ladies, but since when does that solely make a film great? There was never enough nudity to make it a spank flick, and fuck, who wants to watch a non explicit sex film??? Well, I have been finding myself eating my scoffing words

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Whilst over visiting our good friend Dave R in the UK, my other good friend, Daire, had the sense to book us into an apartment that had two essential retail outlets just outside the door; the porno shop and an off-license. After getting the breakfast of champions (a sixer of Bitter and some cider), what more could you ask for than an early morning stroll through giant dildos and sex tapes?

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It's a tough life growing up on the streets of New York. If it's not C.H.U.D's one minute, it's them murderous Bradley twins the next. So who could blame a poor black kid from Harlem turning to a life of crime and violence?We first meet young Tommy Gibbs (Fred "Hammer" Williamson, as wild eyed and awesome as always) shining shoes and helping the local mafia do a hit. This is his stepping stone

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"Kill everyone now! Condone first degree murder! Advocate cannibalism! Eat shit! Filth is my politics! Filth is my life!"It's a good indication of the level of profanity that Pink Flamingos stoops to when a room full of late 20's sickos can still get offended by it, 35 years after it was released. While recently showing this to a group of friends who regularly indulge in the best sickness and

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When I first heard of Cloverfield several months ago, I personally wasn't one of those who got caught up in the hype/viral machine that set in across the internet community like a dose of VD at swinger party. Sure, it was creating mystery, but fuck it, I have better shit to be doing with my time than chasing around the net looking for clues on some film I didn't really care about. Flash forward 6

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Some days, I wish I had super human strength. I mean, if I had it, I would be using it at every possible opportunity; armed robberies, beating up cops, destroying my enemies, oh the fun I could have!The Story of Ricky follows such an individual, minus the evil shit though unfortunately. After being sent to prison on what appears to be a murder rap, Ricky Oh finds himself surrounded by some

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"I'll cut off your head and shit down your neck!"Have you ever been walking through a particularly shitty part of town, the kind of place where the wino's and scum congregate to sniff their gym socks and drink the bottled equivelent of urine? Have you ever seen an especially filthy looking bum, one so decrepid, so deranged, so insane looking, that you said to yourself, "what the fuck is going

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It has been suggested by one or two loyal readers here that I quit banging on about films nobody has seen, or is ever likely to see, and review some more "mainstream" fare. Well, one of the reasons why I review so few mainstream flicks is that in that paste couple of months that I've been writing here, there has been fuck all to report on in regards to "new" horror. If Hollywood would get it's

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You know, over the past couple of months of writing these reviews, I have seen some of the dumbest fucking films ever committed to celluloid, and in some cases, video tape. Have I enjoyed them? Not all of them, though Blood Freak gets the award for the most idiotic storyline and directing, but certainly it was a laugh riot. Blood Freak was my champion "crap" film, until now, that is. Yup, Mad

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Ah yes, is there a better pleasure than watching a bit of Euro sleaze and violence? If you disagree with me, you are surely wrong! Nothing passes a Sunday afternoon easier, and with my kinda hangover's on Sunday afternoons, I need all the easy times I can get!We are taking Austria in the 17th Century here. We open with two young ladies being burned alive in the town square at the hands of filthy

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"Life is pain. Pain is everything."Welcome to Lincoln High, one of the toughest inner city schools going. Andrew Norris (Perry King) is a new teacher in town, and he's in for a big surprise on his first day at school. As the "pupils" file in to the awesome sounds of Alice Cooper, we know he isn't gonna fit in too well. The kids mostly look like convicts, and the metal detectors at the door do

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Like alot of folks my age, The Warriors holds a special place in my dark, hairy heart. I first found the film on late night tv in the UK (it was part of a series presented by the one and only Mark Cousins, I believe), and the dupe I made of it got plenty of beatings over the years. It's one of those flicks you can stick on without having to worry about what you are gonna watch, a comfort film if

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Over the last couple of months I have reviewed several films that come with the "baggage" of being a controversial film, some more deserving than others. However, there's always that invisible "top ten" of films that are so bizarre and depraved that they have moved into a category all on their own. You know the ones; I'm talking about the Salo's, the Cannibal Holocaust's, the Last House on the

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It's CAT III madness time again. For anyone who regularly watches these Chinese shockers, you will know that they can deliver some truly terrible scenes of dialogue and irritatingly OTT comedy in between the grotesque scenes of nastiness. While Daughter of Darkness does suffer from the "bad comedy syndrome" in parts, it's generally in such bad taste you can't help but enjoy it!We start off with

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Sweet holy fuck, where do I start with this one. Richard Matheson's book, I am Legend, is one of the most essential vampire/horror novels written in the 20th century. Following Neville in the future after mankind has been wiped out by a virus that turns it's victims into vampires, he holes up at night time in his house with the undead blood suckers roaming outside, whilst during the day he finds

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Ah yes, the glory days of sadistic hardcore porn! Back in the 70's, a certain genre in porn started to appear known as 'roughies'. Roughies had been around for a while in non pornographic form, but with sickie classics such as "Forced Entry" and "Water Power", a new breed of ultra depressing and violent sleaze crawled out of the sewers and onto grindhouse cinema screens.Directed by Phil Prince,

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Being a kid in the early 80's was great. I mean, what greater pleasure was there than going to a local video store and gazing for hours upon the sordid video covers in the horror section? In those days, the artwork was often created by an actual artist, and quite often, said artwork had fuck all to do with the film. Not that I got to see alot of these films due to my age, but the lurid images

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Originally made under the less marketable title, Lisa, Lisa, Axe made a name for itself as one of the unfortunate films to be dubbed a 'video nasty' back in the early 80's. Anyone who picked it up expecting a blood drenched shocker would have been sorely disappointed, but in these less hysterical times we can look at Axe for the zero budget, bleak masterpiece that it is.Directed by Frederick R.

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"God's dead! Satan killed him!"Vincent Price has always had a special place in my heart. I love the guy as much as one man can love another man, without sliding his slimey meat up his rusty bullet hole. Witchfinder General has been my favorite Price flick for many years, but after watching Corman's "The Masque of the Red Death", Witchfinder may have some tough competition in that number one spot.

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My buddy Kevin recently gave out to me. He said that most of my reviews were too positive, even for some of the shittier crud I watch. Although I am very lenient towards zero budget sleaze, I believe my reviews to be fair in regards to their entertainment value. And hey, I completely trashed Creepozoids, and that had tits in it! Anyways, speaking of bad reviews, on with Blood Diner...Concieved as

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I can only imagine how the dirty mack crowd felt after shuffling out of this flick back in the grindhouse days. Marketed as a sexploitation shocker, the film certainly delivered the shocks, but the only sex scenes in this one would make even a jaded freak like me cringe.Poor Jamie has had a tough little life. We first meet her as a teenager, masturbating using a teddy bear, and moaning "daddy",

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It's been a fun days viewing for this moron. After the stupidity of Curse of the Queerwolf, I needed another schlocky piece of crap to keep me entertained. Thankfully Die You Zombie Bastards! was sitting there waiting for me, and yup, it was schlocky, but it ain't no piece of crap!Red and Violet are a madly-in-love pair of serial killers, who enjoy nothing more than gorging on severed limbs,

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Some films have titles and concepts that are so good, it doesn't matter if the actual film sucks balls or not. My personal favorite title ever is the bizarre Gay Niggers from Outer Space, and with a title as catchy as that, who cares what the film is like??Larry Smallbut (Michael Palazzolo) seems to be having a mid-life crisis. He loves his girlfriend Lois, but can't help but join his sleazy porn

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Feeling depressed? Feel like life isn't worth a shit? Feel like you wanna end it all? then watch Combat Shock, it will probably be enough to tip you over and put the gun between your teeth. Yup, it's probably the most miserable fucking thing ever made!Made on a shoestring budget by film student Buddy Giovinazzo, We start of in Vietnam following Frankie (Buddy's brother, Ricky), who is lost and

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Ah yes, is there a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than watching one of the finest slices of CAT III madness ever commited to celluloid? Possibly playing with some giant boobs might top it, but if ya can't get your hands on them, get a copy of Ebola Syndrome!This delightful romp follows the loveable scamp Kai San (Anthony Wong in fine form as always), as he balls his bosses wife, only to

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The reputation that preceeds Rodger Watkins zero budget shocker is quite impressive. For a long time considered a "lost" film, the lack of viewing helped push this grim masterpiece into the realms where the word "cult" doesn't seem to do it justice. Then thank fuck its gotten a sweet double dvd release to allow lazy bastards like me see it for the first time!We follow an angry young criminal

Johnny 666http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327243894361186507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782405060139149408.post-16038801691511784622007-11-25T08:56:00.000-08:002007-11-25T09:54:39.442-08:00

Massacre Mafia Style (aka, The Executioner) became one of my 'must see' flicks after viewing the trailer on the Grindhouse release of 'I drink Your Blood' a few years ago. It was probably one of the best trailers I had ever seen, and thankfully the film comes close to living up to that reputation.Opening with the same massacre seen in the trailer, we go back a few years to Sicily, when rising

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Call me crazy, but I always thought a 'creepozoid' was what I turned into after about 10 beers and a dozen whiskeys on a Saturday night. Well, apparently not...Miles off in the future in 1998 (??), World War III has broken out. Acid rain pours continously from the sky, and a group of renegades on the lam from the army find themselves out in it. They bust into what appears to be a secret

Johnny 666http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327243894361186507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782405060139149408.post-46341174434675971552007-11-23T03:19:00.000-08:002007-11-23T06:59:20.879-08:00

Sweet holy fuck, what a mess of a film! This one gets dug out due to the fact that it's Thanksgiving, and it's the only turkey/man mutant killing spree flick out there that I know of. But hey, just because it's a mess, doesn't mean it ain't an enjoyable ride...Written and directed by both Steve Hawkes and Brad F. Grinter, Blood Freak plays out like a bizarre mix of a 1950's style anti-drug

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With a title as provocative Rape Squad, you may be forgiven for thinking this was a down and dirty, mean spirited rape flick like I Spit on Your Grave (I love ISOYG, but it aint exactly a barrel of laughs), but it came highly recommended by a few deviants I trust when it comes to this shit, and you better believe it was a hoot!Linda (Jo Ann Harris) gets raped by a mega sleazoid redneck in a

Johnny 666http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327243894361186507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782405060139149408.post-39507319698026226632007-11-20T12:49:00.000-08:002007-11-23T02:55:59.629-08:00

I was relatively late coming to the 30 Days of Night graphic novel party, but thankfully a friend who was a big fan gave me them last year, and I was certainly impressed with the works as a whole. Not everything worked perfectly, and some character and plot was lacking, but the style and energy made up for it in heaps. Not flawless, but entertaining and visually arresting.Not a huge amount has

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This is one puppy I had to wait a long time to check out, and its such a slick little film I have watched it twice in one month. Yup! Twice!The story follows POW Major Charles Rane (William Devane) after his eventual return to the states in '74. Him and his war buddy Johnny (Tommy Lee Jones, lookin young, fresh faced and bad ass!) have been locked up and mistreated in a Vietnamese shithole for a

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How much you enjoy Behind the Mask will depend on how much love you have for slasher films in general. Set in a world that the likes of Fred Kruger, Jason Vorhees and Michael Myers are real serial killers still knocking off teenagers, there are references aplenty to the sub genre. By using the faux documentary format, director Scott Glosserman invites us to follow the first steps in how a legend

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Director Takashi Shimizu is probably having a hard time shaking off the Ju-on series at this stage. It appears there is now The Grudge 3 in development, despite the scares fizzling out of the last remake and the original sequel. However, Shimizu's breakaway films have proved quite interesting. Rinne (Reincarnation) was an unusual variation on the whole "J-horror" scene, and with Marebito, modern

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Director Gary Sherman had made an invaluable dent on me with only two films of his that I had seen; Dead and Buried, and Vice Squad. Dead and Buried is one of my favorite "strange shit happening in a small town" flicks, while Vice Squad is one of the wildest police thrillers the 80's puked up onto our cinema screens. And now Death Line puts Sherman as a three for three director with me!Two

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This one has been getting alot of hype for the last few months, from the internet and festival buzz alike. Pitched as a Peter Jackson-esque comedy splatterfest, it doesn't quite hit the offal soaked heights of Braindead, but still manages to punch it's own weight in terms of fine gross out moments.Somewhere in the New Zealand countryside, some ill shit is going down on the farm. Returning home

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Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Stuart Gordon's From Beyond has landed on dvd. Not only is it fully remastered and stuffed full of extras, but the print is a never before seen unrated directors cut. Oh happiest of days!Genius demented scientist, Dr Pretorius (Ted Sorel), has created a machine that that stimulates the peneal gland in the brain, allowing the user to see strange

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Filmmaking hasn't been easy for poor old Richard Stanley. His second feature, Dust Devil, got shredded to pieces by confused producers and distributers, released in a severely truncated version in a pan and scan only video. He was then hired to write and direct The Island of Dr Moreau, only to get fired after a few days worth of filming, and had his original script re-written into the comercial

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Modern vampire films have a tendency, more often than not, to be shite. Plain and simple. Look to the "John Carpenter's Vampires" series, or the Dracula 2000's for proof of this. I went to Frostbite with much promises of old school fun in the same vein as Fright Night and The Lost Boys. While I doubt Frostbite will be remembered as fondly as those two "classics", there is still mucho good times

Johnny 666http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327243894361186507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782405060139149408.post-63713386618118686092007-10-08T03:23:00.000-07:002007-11-23T05:18:27.115-08:00

I had wanted to check this film out for a couple of years, but never got around to it due to it not being available over this side of the Atlantic. Then, strangely enough, two copies of it land in my lap in the one week. A spooky enough coincidence to make me wanna pop it into the dvd deck pronto!Our little hippy heroine Jessica (Zohra Lampert), seem's to have just gotten out of some sort of

Johnny 666http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327243894361186507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782405060139149408.post-12433584165964628282007-10-08T02:27:00.000-07:002007-11-23T05:21:11.232-08:00

Ah yes, the simple pleasures of a monster movie. If any film features some kind of hideous beast running around and killing folks, chances are I'm gonna dig it. Especially if it was made in the 80's. Do they ever get old or tiring? NEVER!Something bad is living down in the sewer's under New York, and it ain't just the bums. Homeless people and decent citizens alike are disappearing at an alarming

Johnny 666http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327243894361186507noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782405060139149408.post-67612976283312308402007-09-30T02:57:00.000-07:002007-11-23T05:22:05.199-08:00

I had been putting off watching Slaughtered Vomit Dolls for quite a while now. Not because of it's content, but because I had been told repeatedly that it sucked balls.Our "narrative" seems to go something like this. Amanda, a skanky looking bulimic hooker/stripper, ran away from home at the age of 13 after burning down the local church. She became a prostitute, a stripper, a prostitute again,

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Some films come with alot of baggage attached to them. Entrails of a Virgin was one of those flicks I had heard about years ago, with words like "sick", "depraved" and "outrageous" being thrown around like feces on a german porn shoot. If Entrails of a Virgin hadn't been hyped, would it have been a better film? Probably not.There ain't much in the ways of plot here. A group of sleazy

Johnny 666http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327243894361186507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782405060139149408.post-47212249422375605202007-09-29T01:44:00.000-07:002007-11-23T05:28:16.271-08:00

How much you enjoy this one will probably depend on what you think of Larry Fessenden's other horror film, Wendigo. Some people outright hate it, other's like it for it's underlying atmosphere and gradual build of dread. Some dont even really consider it a horror film. But all that shit is subjective. Me, I dug Wendigo. Fessenden has a great grip on actors, and I find his directing to be spot on.

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Ugh. When this one pooped through my door from my net rentals, I groaned out loud and bitch slapped myself for even adding it to my que. Director Uwe Boll has one of the worst reputations amongst horror fans, to the point where it's now even trendy to diss his dodgy European ass without even viewing his works of "art". And fuck it, it was time I stopped listening to my peers (what the fuck do

Johnny 666http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327243894361186507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782405060139149408.post-55690386282271889522007-09-24T05:32:00.000-07:002007-11-23T05:29:39.534-08:00

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I got to check out this Nacho Cerda directed flick. Cerda, who many of you will know from his sickie short film, Aftermath, and the beautiful Genesis, is helped here by fellow cult filmmakers Karim Hussain (Subconcious Cruelty) and Richard Stanley (Hardware and Dust Devil) on the writing front to make one of the few truly adult orientated horror films I

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Sometimes when trawling through the bowels of odd and unusual cinema, you come across a film that upset's you so deeply you cannot shake the images out of your head no matter how hard you try. For me, Titicut Follies was one such cinematic car crash that I was compelled to keep watching, no matter how disturbing it got.Titicut Follies is a documentary directed by Frederick Wiseman, and shot in

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Ah, nostalgia. If there's one thing that can endure you to an old slasher flick, it's nostalgia. I hark back to a youthful, bright eyed, un-jaded Johnny, who had yet to see the Dawn of the Dead's and Evil Dead's of the film world. It was an innocent time, when I could easily pass a night watching Jason and Freddy kill teenagers one after another and never loose that gleeful smile on my face.Fast

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If you are in anyway like myself, and will avidly watch any crap that is churned out in the beloved name of the horror genre, then most likely you are either extremely pissed off or let down by what passes as a scare flick these days. Pointless remakes, unimaginative clones and recycled cliches are all the rage at the moment. Sometimes I want to scream at the tv (and quite often do), "why was

Johnny 666http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327243894361186507noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782405060139149408.post-76723377894070693512007-09-17T04:30:00.000-07:002007-11-23T05:33:31.532-08:00

When most of you good folks sit down to watch a slasher film, there's usually two boxes that you tick to make sure its up to snuff, and those two boxes are usually "tits" and "gore". Unfortunately it's nada on the tit front for Intruder, but it does have alot of other great shit going for it that other slashers didnt have, mainly the good 'ole boys at KNB f/x and the presence of Sam Raimi and

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What with the release of Tarantino's Death Proof on these shores, I felt it was "high" time to re-visit this speed freak goodie.Those who live in the UK and Ireland are probably no stranger to this midnight flick, as it has had fairly decent television play over the last decade or so. It was also popularised in the mid-90's by drug fiends, Primal Scream, in their song Kowalski. I saw it for the

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Right folks, this is my first review, and thank fuck the film was actually a goodie. This one had been getting good word-of-mouth back from the festivals last year, and co-director Adam Mason is already high up on my list of directors to watch out for..The film goes like this: A psychotic man is kidnapping chicks and burying them alive in the woods. After about two days, he digs them up, ties

Johnny 666http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327243894361186507noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782405060139149408.post-59955879111429406132007-09-13T08:50:00.000-07:002007-09-13T09:00:54.573-07:00

...To anybody who happened upon this blog. My name is John, a 26 year old horror and exploit freak. this blog will mostly be used for film reviews (horror, exploitation, and every other piece of shit in between), and, hell, anything I feel fit to share with all two people who will ever read this! I will update as often and regularly as possible.Feel free to post any comments or thoughts, unless,

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