Since I was nine years old, I have loved the horror genre. My love for horror came after “dating” someone who also loved the horror genre when I did not. I can remember him telling me to leave so he could watch Jason Goes to Hell. At a young age, I also remember being furious and annoyed by this. Fast forward a couple of months, and I became immersed in horror. With that said, some of my favorite horror lore revolves around vampires. No, not the ones that sparkle.Continue reading “Support Independent Horror Film Captive”
During the first viewing of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), I was scared to death. Granted, one of my cousins convinced the film’s events were all true. Yes, there are elements of truth within the film, but the film is not a true story. However, if someone believes such when viewing the film, especially late at night, this tends to freak them out. The original feature is one I watched entirely too young for that reason. I did not need to think there were people in the world that sick.Continue reading “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre film review”
Attention: There are slight spoilers ahead in this review.
The moment studios delayed the premiere of The Hunt; I thought it was a wrong decision. As soon as I saw the premise of the film, I immediately thought of Richard Connell’s “The Most Dangerous Game.” This movie is a story we’ve seen adapted for years. The Hunger Games is even a loose example of the story, but on a grander scale and with children. Regardless though, there is nothing new in the world of horror about a person hunting another person. That is half of the genre. Despite the film’s politically charged nature, in this instance, politics only add to the intensity of this particular adaptation of Connel’s famous short story.Continue reading “‘The Hunt’ Film Review: A Riveting Extreme Retelling of Richard Connell’s The Most Dangerous Game”
I’m thinking every two weeks I’m going to start a new thing on my site. All my writings for other sites are now linked here for you guys to read. I am also thinking of making two new tabs so I can post my work there as well. Granted, people would need to check those tabs on more of a daily basis since an actual post would not go up, BUT it would at least get EVERYTHING I write out there and on three platforms. Of course that might be four platforms as I think I should embrace Instagram with some images too! I’m figuring it all out and apparently by talking to you guys. Kinda sorta. Ahem. Anywho, without further adieu enjoy the writing I have completed recently.
In October of 1998, twenty years ago now, I went with a friend to the theater. Bride of Chucky was our film for the day. While seeing all the original Child’s Play films in the comfort of my own home, the desire to see Chucky on the big screen was too great to pass up. Plus this time they included a girl doll. Tiffany. While most people wondered why I would want to see such a film in the theater, this did make my desire any less to do so.
Back in 2003 during the previews of Bad Santa I encountered the trailer for Mindhunters (2004). I immediately became intrigued by the idea within the film. I found myself checking constantly to see the film’s release date. Eventually, before going on a beach vacation, the film was finally in theaters! Afraid of missing the feature, this was one I knew that I had to go see immediately before vacationing. After all, I had been waiting a little over a year to actually view the film. When one waits this long waiting longer is not exactly a person’s strong suit.
When I first started watching horror films, The Exorcist (1973) is the one film that everyone told me to avoid. This built-up hype surrounding it that made me fearful. What if I did not like this film that everyone else adored? What if the film really scared me so bad that I was not able to sleep? All these little nagging fears and thoughts in my head. One day I finally bit the bullet and decided that these fears would not win. As I walked into the video store that afternoon, straight to the horror section I went. With such a classic piece of cinema locating the feature was not difficult at all. Soon getting in line was the only thing standing between me and the movie.
This is an odd confession, but the first time I watched A Nightmare on Elm Street I was in the fourth grade. I was making a float of Six Flags Over Georgia for the parade that all fourth graders had to make at Clarkdale Elementary. At the time, I believe the film was on UPN and I can remember hearing that if I could handle Freddy Kruger no horror film I could not handle. In many ways I still find an odd truth about that statement.
Sleepaway Camp (1983) is part of a series of films that I mostly watched entirely backwards thanks to my father. Why? Because one night my dad stumbled across the Sleepaway Camp III: Teenage Wasteland (1989) on a movie channel and he knew these films would become some of my favorites. He was right. They are so insanely cheesy and why I love them. A good cheesy horror film is just as good as one sometimes that can scare the hell out of me. Many eighties horror could probably fall into the cheese category instead of the frightening category. Granted, I have horror films I will talk about later that fall into the latter category for sure, but for now a discussion Sleepaway Camp is a must!