From Zombos Closet

August 9, 2010

Comic Book Review: Blacklist Studio’s King! 1

"In less than one hour, a hole will open in the fabric of the universe, unleashing a horde of  Moche zombies, led by their bloodthirsty god."

"And where, exactly, will this hole open up?"

"In the dining area of Blubber Tubber's Burgers about a mile away."

KING_16 In King! Issue 1,  Thomas Hall and Daniel Bradford begin the adventures "of a former professional wrestler who not only is a monster killer for hire, but who also closely resembles a certain "King" of Rock n Roll."

As they did with Robot 13's storyline, the King! rocks through Bradford's breezy, taking care of business panels, while Hall lets his  hunka hunka burnin'  impersonator's soul roll with the mayhem as Blubber Tubber's fast food joint becomes the center of the apocalypse. Hold the fries because there's no time to waste with lengthy exposition, copious explanations, or deep conversations. Hall and Bradford prefer action to words, as does the King, and this first issue has it as much as Elvis' hips could swivel.

The question is, will the King get to eat his Peanut Butter Banana Burrito before it gets cold?

An advance copy of King! Issue 1 was provided for this review.

Halloween Stretchable Horror Monsters
Dracula, Wolf Man, Frankie

I picked up these scary jigglers  at Toys "R" Us during Halloween a few years ago. They are about 5 inches high and smell like strechable rubber monsters normally do, which is badly. But they were too adorable to pass up, especially with their expressive faces and shiny colors. Frankenstein's Monster is my favorite. His tux beats even Dracula's and that bolt through his head is hilarious. No wonder his eyes are popping.

halloween stretchable horror monsters
halloween stretchable horror monsters

About From Zombos’ Closet Blog

Zombos’ ClosetJmcozzoli

 

Welcome to Zombos’ Closet, a rather dark and cloying place, filled with untold treasures and just plain lousy stuff that Zombos keeps stuffing into it. I am Iloz Zoc (just IL to my friends), full-time and long suffering valet to Zombos. You remember Zombos, don’t you? A grade B actor in numerous grade C horror films, most of which are forgotten by his few remaining and decaying fans. He is such an aging dilettante; always looking backward, while reluctantly moving forward into the new age of horror on screen and in print. He pines for the old, less gory days, but secretly enjoys those zombies and slashers, and the occasional science fiction or fantasy tidbit. And I, his patient and understanding servant, am charged with finding more and more room in his immense closet to accommodate his passions of the moment. And then there is Zimba, Zombos’ dark mistress of the sonnets. She hates horror with a passion, and his acquisitions even more. So many nights have I waited until she falls into her undead sleep, to slip into the dark hallways of the mansion on tiptoe, precariously balancing those acquisitions oh so quietly past her door, trying desperately not to wake the unholy beast within. It was bad enough that Zombos had to give up the hearse for a mini-van after they were married, but give up his treasures, never!

But you, dear reader, will find something of interest, I’m sure…we’ve been hear since 2006, patiently waiting for you.

Okay, sure, my closet, to be precise, is pretty well stuffed, too.

So many horrors, so little time to be terrified; frightful, isn’t it?

As a horror fan starting in the 1960s, I grew up in Brooklyn with three theaters in walking distance (the Loew’s Oriental and the Benson on 86th Street were my favorites). Many weekends and many nights were spent watching horror and sci fi movies (my mom would take me to the horror movies, and my dad took me to the sci fi ones). My first true scare was watching Night of the Living Dead (I was way too young for that!). My fondest memories are watching all those wonderfully good (and some frightfully awful) movies on my local NYC channels , hosted by either Zacherley or the Creep, and eating way too much sugar-loaded cereal on Saturday mornings while I watched Scooby Doo, The Monster Squad, and Groovie Ghoulies.

So you can see how I’d turn into a horror fan with a blog. Scary, isn’t it?

From the old to the new in horror movies in reviews and views, here and there you will also meet up with these curious characters in those reviews, along with their sundry adventures. Chalk it up to the cheeky writer side of me.

Zombos and Zoc — my alter egos, so to speak. 

Zimba—Zombos’ alluring wife.

Zombos Jr—Zombos’ annoying son.

Glenor Glenda—Our rather sensitive housekeeper. She never can make up her mind.

Lawn Gisland—Ex-rodeo and silver screen cowpoke, all six feet and three inches of him. Having starred in numerous television Westerns during the 1950s and 60s, he and Zombos go way back together. He hung up his spurs and retired to Florida to wrestle gators for the tourists. Getting bored with that, he had an itch and scratched it by touring as a trick-riding and fancy shooting cowboy for the Smith and Walloo Brothers 3-in-1 Circus. For a man his age, he doesn’t show it. Zombos often jokes that Lawn must keep a decrepit looking portrait in his attic like Dorian Gray. All joking aside, I think he’s right.

Jimmy Sosumi—Zombos’ crackerjack estate lawyer. His motto is ‘where there’s a will, there’s a way…to make money.’

Paul Hollstenwall—Our annoying neighbor, purveyor of bad movies, which he insists on showing us at every opportunity. The Hollstenwalls live at 0004 Gravestart Lane, a short energetic walk from the mansion.

Pretorius—Our quite ancient groundskeeper who keeps a very neat lawn.

Chef Machiavelli—A culinary god; we’d starve without him.

Other points of interest:

  • Lots of wild Mexican Horror Movie Lobby Cards
  • Lots of Horror and Science Fiction Movie Pressbooks
  • Love those Halloween Decorations and Fascinations
  • Oodles of Reviews of comics, books, magazines, and whatever else strikes the horror in me

Enjoy,

JM Cozzoli

Please Note: If you are legally blind and would like to learn more about the Mexican lobby card and pressbook images on this blog, please contact me at [email protected].

My Halloween: From Beyond Depraved

Halloween Five questions asked over a glowing Jack o’Lantern, under an Autumn moon obscured by passing clouds…in between mouthfuls of candy corn…Joe Monster of From Beyond Depraved is “just a simple guy who enjoys the simple things in life. Vampires, werewolves, zombies, blood, horror, Halloween. Oh, and gorilla henchmen.”

 

Why is Halloween important to you?

Halloween to me, more than any other holiday, allows people to channel that inner child in them. It lets people of every age shed those social norms that they always try to uphold and let’s them go crazy for a little while. The irony is that we take off the social masks we wear in public in exchange for a literal disguise, living out all those demonic fantasies we have in the likeness of something else. And there’s just a sense of magic about the holiday that no other occasion seems to touch. Everyone becomes enchanted with the mystery aspect of it, of the things lurking in the dark. The freedom, the fear, and the frivolity that Halloween inspires in people all gel to create a completely warm and bonding experience for everyone involved. Plus the fact that Halloween is important because that’s when all the monster movie marathons are on TV.

Describe your ideal Halloween.

I think the ideal Halloween for anyone, especially for horror fans, would contain so many activities that the holiday would probably have to be extended into a week-long celebration. But if we’re talking ideal Halloween dreams here, I’ll play the game. My Halloween would probably begin with a Tolkien-like journey through a sleepy New England hamlet, passing the local candy maker’s shop and neighboring houses to load up on sweets (and maybe the local ABC liquor store for the adults). Our quest would then bring us to some historic spots of interests, such as a haunted cemetery or maybe the site of a witch burning. A haunted hayride would ensue, taking us through shivery farmland and moon-streaked forests. We would then proceed back to the house for a raucous party that included traditional games, dancing to “The Monster Mash” and “The Martian Hop,” and eating pizza to a series of classic horror films on the telly. With everyone just about spent, we’d all settle in the den as I opened up a tome of dusty ghost stories to read aloud before a crackling fireplace. The stories would lull us all to sleep and leave us with delicious nightmares imprinted on our brains. I don’t ask for too much do I?

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What Halloween collectibles do you cherish, or hate, or both?

I only have two Halloween pieces of note, both that I immensely treasure. One of them is a small bust of a grinning skeleton dressed in period clothing with a sumptuous ring placed on its bony finger. He looks like he was quite the dignified person in life. I won him at a party where my get-up as Cesare from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (along with my girlfriend’s undead doll ensemble) won the Scariest Costume Award. The other one is a small bat-fashioned convertible that has a host of the usual suspects riding inside. Dracula and Wolfie excitedly point and howl in the back seat as Frankie drives and his wife primps her hair while holding a compact mirror. Oh, and the Black Lagoon Creature is sipping a soda in the back and there’s a corpse leg hanging out of the trunk. I smile just thinking about it.

When was your very first Halloween, the one where you really knew it was Halloween, and how was it?

Even though I can very vaguely remember some Halloweens from my past, in all honesty the first time I can recall getting the full holiday experience was while I was in third grade. That was around the same time that I just started getting into the horror genre, so it took on a whole new significance that year. I dressed up as Frankenstein’s monster, complete with a shaggy forehead cap and fabric boots that you wore around your sneakers. I had a blast trick-or-treating that night, except for those “attachable” electrodes that came with the costume. Those suckers left giants welts on my neck!

What’s the one Halloween question you want to be asked and what’s your answer?

Q: Why the hell doesn’t your town celebrate Halloween more passionately?

A: I’m not entirely sure. I think it has to do with the large population of elderly people. Maybe the holiday is just a grim reminder of what’s to come for them and they’d rather not think about it. Either way, I find myself wishing I could be somewhere else every year. Perhaps for one Halloween the Great Pumpkin will finally answer all my emails and grant my wish to be in a misty graveyard with a ghastly gang of other horror-loving fiends where we’ll be able to burn the midnight oil by talking of dark and arcane things. In the meantime, a mushroom-and-onion pizza and AMC’s Monsterfest will just have to do.