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October 2025

Haunt (2019)

Haunt 2019 movie still

Zombos Says: Makes me stay away from creepy-looking haunts on dead roads for sure.

Four girls (Harper, Bailey, Angela, and Mallory) and two guys (Nathan and Evan ) leave the safety of a bar-party on Halloween night looking for a little more fun and excitement.  That was the goal anyway. Instead, they find an extreme haunt attraction that has maybe three cars in the lot, down a lonely road that sees more activity with roadkill than cars, with a really creepy clown (okay, yeah, when aren’t they creepy?) silently ushering them into the warehouse (though the set was filmed in the closed A.J. Jolly Memorial School in California, Kentucky). The fact he takes their cell phones doesn’t phase them. Top this off with an opening credits during which ominous scenes of the haunt setup sell the terror to come and you have a tidy Halloween horror just begging for victims and you to watch.

Scott Beck and Bryan Woods build the eerie vibe and suspense until the group realizes it’s all real and then the movie switches everyone into survival and escape mode. Good luck with that. Soon the group does the de rigueur divide and conquer when they come to a fork in the maze. Before this, they witness a tableau vivant where a person in a witch mask does something nasty to an earlier guest — who definitely got her money’s worth of terror for the evening. They shrug it off. We, of course, know what’s coming. We also soon realize, as they do, the haunt is run by a band of psychos who have a mask fixation.

Bailey (Lauryn McClain), Nathan (Will Brittain), and Angela (Shazi Raja) go one way, and Mallory (Schuyler Helford), Harper (Katie Stevens), and Evan (Andrew Lewis Caldwell) go the other way. Evan, the Uber guy, you just know he’s heading for a nasty fall. Pretty early on you know who the final girl will be too because she gets the backstory. For the rest, well, let the haunt — I mean hunt — begin. I admit I’m not a serious haunt kind of guy; crawl spaces, dark spaces, foreboding orifices, and silent scare actors make my skin shrink and my mouth dry and they are par for this movie. Unfortunately, for this group, the scare actors, better called death actors here, play their part very well. The kills are gruesome but quick and the pacing and tension, with perfectly timed silences and music, make the view to a kill a treat for us, a desperate struggle for them.

Sam (Samuel Hunt), Harper’s ex with the hand trouble, tracks them down to the haunt and steps into it too. Short step, though. Bit by bit, the men behind the masks reveal themselves, providing for a cool prequel if that ever happens. As for Harper, she needs to overcome a troubled childhood while avoiding pitchforks, shotguns, and other sharp and blunt objects, while the camera goes wide than close, stays still, and then moves around. The makeup and practical effects really set a gritty mood and the tone is sans humor. The movie comes close to generating a video nasties coating but, dare I say it, with more of a modern indie horror movie’s mechanics. It received limited release when it first hit theaters, but you can catch it on Shudder.

The Dark Corner (1946) Pressbook

An engrossing noir, 20th Century Fox’s The Dark Corner has Lucille Ball, making it even more entertaining to watch. Pretty much a Queen of the Bs before her I Love Lucy (six years) and Desilu Studios days, she was always notable in every movie she played in. Star Trek fans know full well how her taking over the management of Desilu led, among other things, to spending the money for two pilots and providing a hefty budget — all while ignoring her board’s desire to cancel it — to put the science fiction Wagon Train in space television series on the air. You can thank her for promoting and backing Mission Impossible too. In The Dark Corner, she fights for her man, played by Mark Stevens, who never seemed comfortable while acting. Clifton Webb, who played Waldo Lydecker, the snobby, stern-faced, would-be lover in Laura, plays a Waldo Lydecker here too, only with the name changed to Cathcart. William Bendix is always a delight to watch in action. He was the go-to for blue collar toughness and earthiness, and made the perfect street-tough character. He gained notoriety through The Life of Riley (on radio and television). He also played Babe Ruth in The Babe Ruth Story. He actually was a bat boy for the New York Yankees, but was fired after getting Babe Ruth sick before a game by bringing him hot dogs and sodas. The Babe had a habit of eating large. Bendix appeared in other noir movies, including The Blue Dahlia (1946) and The Glass Key (1942). At twenty pages, this pressbook certainly goes all out to sell the movie.

The Dark Corner movie pressbook

Hollow’s Grove (2014)

Hollows Grove movie posterZombos Says: Good when the horror kicks in.

Once you get past the irritatingly sophomoric and time-wasting improv at the beginning, we follow S.P.I.T (Spirit Paranormal Investigation Team) as they prepare for an episode of their show that will film at Hollows Grove, a derelict orphanage and hospital. This collected-footage narrative of their would-be fake investigation turns into a screamer with some good chills.

Lance Henriksen provides a cameo at the beginning as the special effects guy who sets up the fake scares for every episode. Only this time around the scares are on him and the rest of the crew as they are suddenly faced with malevolent occupants who like to play; and by this time, are probably very bored at not having anyone living to slay with for a long time.

Probably the worst evil monsters you can write about in horror are kids gone bad and this orphanage has a lot of them. The backstory has the children dying from disease and cremated in the basement. I know a lot of the usual horror outlets downgraded this movie when it first hit digital in 2014, but they’re wrong: there is a lot to like here, with most of it coming from a really downbeat  mood — that always important constant dread — permeating every scene the minute these bozos realize it’s all real. Films like the recent Until Dawn may have more graphic kills, but the tradeoff is no mood, leading to a rote checklist of you die this way, you die that way. The fun in watching Hollows Grove is seeing everyone on the team suddenly step knee deep into it and realizing that they are knee deep into it, while still falling for the old divide and bicker and die alone formula. Given their earlier goofiness I enjoyed this even more. With Until Dawn, I kept looking at my watch and wondering when a gritty and emotionally pummeling story was going to kick in. Hint: it never did. Towards the last quarter of Hollows Grove, the manic panic is well executed, along with the team.

The wrap around contrivance isn’t the most stellar. An FBI agent sets up the disturbing collected footage to watch, but the actor is really bad at being an FBI agent, so it lands with a thud; especially when given the weird (not in a good way weird) epilogue where agents supposedly captured some evidence. The frantically paced ending before that deserved better.

Of course, every good horror story usually has an idiot leading the way to doom. In this one it’s Tim (Matt Doherty). Ignoring the grounds keeper Hector’s warnings (Eddie Perez), they blow past him and enter the building after he removes the thick chains on the front door. Setting up the cameras and beginning their walk-through of the premises, the first and best reason to not continue pops up in the kitchen. It’s a sudden blunt statement of get out now or else, clearly punctuated with a splash of blood. For the horror movie to continue though, they ignore it and keep going. Go team.

Interesting use of two cameras to provide the footage is a novelty: Chad (Val Morrison) handles the closeups with his camera, though rather clumsily and we never really see his footage, while Harrold (Matthew Carey) tags along with his camera, capturing the team and Chad filming them. The rest of the team includes Julie, who handles the logistics, and Roger, who handles the EMF gadget.

Camera batteries dying, weird noises, bad smells, a cold spot, and things moving by themselves are par for the investigation. At one point both Chad and Julie (Bresha Webb) are left alone in the staging room on the first floor. He turns on his damaged camera to see if it is still working and captures the best scene in the movie. It’s all downhill for the rest of them from there. The next best scene is when Harrold screams for Tim to close the damn door, for good reason.

Pretty soon the lights are going off and the No Exit signs are lit. Watch this one late at night. And feel a little pity for Harrold. The poor schlub just needed the job to perk up his career. He should have stuck to comedy.

Creepy Presents Steve Ditko
A Nice Pumpkin or Stocking Stuffer

Creepy Presents Steve Ditko book coverZombos Says: Hey, it’s Steve Ditko, what more do you want?

This book has been around for a while, but nothing says Happy Holidays more than fifteen tales of dread and more dread drawn by Steve Ditko and written by Archie Goodwin. Now, these stories appear in other tomes too, but Mark Evanier’s introduction provides interesting background for Ditko’s amazing artistic growth and personal philosophy.

I originally read these stories fresh off the news rack in Joe’s Luncheonette on the corner of West 12th Street and Avenue T in Brooklyn. Joe’s was a short walk from my house. I’d hit him up for my monthly fix of Marvel comics, Charlton, some DCs, and all the Warren and horror magazines I could tuck under my arm and hide from my mom as I ran up to my room to devour them. To read them again is to bring back memories, but also to realize how good his art and Goodwin’s stories were and still are.

Twist endings, dead endings, and sometimes a little salvation, but all were action-driven and made eye-grabbingly memorable with Ditko’s precise physical and metaphysical lines, shadings, and panels. He captured fevered dreams, night sweats, and bizarre alien landscapes like no other could in foreboding chiaroscuros. Paired with Archie Goodwin’s EC-styled, pulp horror narratives, the match is made in hell — perfect for horror fans — giving us vignettes of terror carefully measured in a few pages each. Today’s magazines that mimic the Warren magazine oeuvre just don’t cut it like Warren did, so these older tales are well worth reading. This book has stories from both Creepy and Eerie magazines.

Ditko first showed up in Eerie. He was three months away from ending his stint as storyteller and artist of The Amazing Spider-Man when he came to Warren (James Warren, Empire of Monsters by Bill Schelly). Marvel’s loss was Warren Publishing’s gain. Ditko was looking for freedom to do things his way and he got it. No comics code. No Stan Lee. Perfect.

In the two years (1966 to 1968) he spent with Warren, he explored his newfound freedom beginning with Eerie No. 3 and Room With a View. Black and white never had it so good. A man insists on renting the room no one wants to stay in. Cross-hatching lines create depth and a frenetic background as the man learns why. In Collector’s Edition (Creepy No. 10) this technique lends a tension throughout that runs across faces and the droopy, sweat-enveloped eyes (using a little Zip-A-Tone) shown in close-up at the bottom of the pages. Marker and ink wash create moody and sinister effects in The Spirit of the Thing (Eerie No. 8) and Deep Ruby (Eerie No. 6). In Spirit, hypnotism and astral projection lead to a showdown and in Ruby a gemstone leads to another world filled with terrors.

The sword and sorcery stories included here were something Ditko especially liked to explore, with their leanings to the mystical and occult. I agree with Mark Evanier in his sentiment that it would have been cool if Ditko could have had a hand in drawing Conan the Barbarian (especially the magazine version, Savage Sword of Conan, 1974) for Marvel.

Of the sixteen stories Ditko drew for Warren Publishing, here are 15 (one was not written by Archie Goodwin) to gift to your budding Ditko, comic book fan, or anyone who loves horror and hasn’t experienced Warren’s Creepy and Eerie.

Hell Squad and Tank Battalion
Double Bill Pressbook

First, I really love these folder-style movie pressbooks. They were especially made for the drive-in circuit. Second, while I categorize war pressbooks as non-horror, let’s be real: wars are horror; we just don’t have the luxury of fantasy to wrap it in that we do with most horror movies. These AIP budget movies, using stock footage, are par for the course. Tank Battalion at least had Frank Gorshin (simply the best Riddler, tell me I’m wrong), Barbara Luna, and Leslie Parish. They appeared on Star Trek TOS. Funny thing department: Tank Battalion‘s budget allowed for one tank. I haven’t watched the movie, but I can imagine how well that works onscreen when you’re fighting a war. An AI prompt brought up information about the cheapness of the set design, especially with the interior of the tank. To save money, convenient damage to the tank early on keeps it stationary for most of the movie. Now you know I have to watch this one.

Hell Squad Tank Battalion pressbook

Kidnapped Coed (1976) Pressbook

Kidnapped Coed, also known as Date with a Kidnapper, is a grindhouse (low budget, gritty, quickly shot) movie that was paired with Axe, which made the video nasties list in the 1980s over in the UK, and Hitch Hike to Hell (1977) on double bills. Both were directed by Frederick R. Friedel. I’ve not watched either, yet, but Kidnapped is either ignored as a boring, not so action-packed, grindhouse effort or praised as a pensive meditation with some artsy flair and carefully planned tracking shots. Either way, I found the pressbook’s cover interesting enough to share it with you. It sells the exploitation and the leering quality that grindhouse should be edged with, art or not. I love that tagline too.

Born in Brooklyn in 1948, Friedel had no training in film, no experience on a film set, and no idea of what actually was involved in film production. But he did know that Orson Welles had made Citizen Kane when he was twenty-five and decided that he wanted to make a feature by that age himself. (Cagey Films)

Kidnapped Coed movie pressbook