They may appear a little too happy but I still like these plastic Witch Lanterns. Though I must say I like the green-faced witch more. They make spooky sounds, too. I had a glass and metal pumpkin lantern back in the day: you know, when kids running around with glass and metal in their hands was permissable. I guess my fond memories of that potentially lethal lantern make me seek out even the plastic ones. But I do miss that sense of danger.
I picked up a few of these at the local card store I visit each year around this time. The woman who runs it worked in party goods for a long time and always seems to find Halloween cutouts you don’t see much of anymore. She mentioned window-clings are the big thing right now. I suppose; but the big thing for me on Halloween is seeing Beistle cutouts, or Amscan’s older ones. They are colorful, creative, and easily capture the spirit of Halloween in their images.
Tombstones and skeletons go together like peanut butter and jelly.
Zombos Says: Good (but formulaic)
It almost seems every horror movie this year has shown a kid hugging a pillow or a crucifix hanging on a wall–or both. Case 39 shows both, and adds Renee Zelwegger’s puffy-pouting cheeks and coy eyes, which are better suited to her romantic roles. It also shows a little girl named Lillith (Jodelle Ferland) whose suspense-killing name is an obvious clue to her demeanor for any devout horror fan watching.
The 39th case in question concerns overworked Emily’s (Renee Zelwegger) new assignment. Emily is a social worker who hates the overwhelming case load she struggles with but can’t ignore any child in need. Lillith is Emily’s 39th case and appears to be in need. Her parents want to kill her.
They almost do, but Emily’s persistence manages to get Detective Barron (Ian McShane) involved just in time to stop them from roasting Lillith in the oven. Her parents head to the psychiatric ward while Lillith does a little social work of her own to eventually convince Emily to look after her. After Lillith moves into Emily’s home is when those puffy-pouting cheeks work overtime with growing worry. Emily finally notices all those quirky things you should never ignore in a horror movie like: Lillith’s parents locking themselves in their room at night with big honking bolts on their bedroom door; an ominous looking scratch in the wood floor; people start dying when phone calls are made from Emily’s cell phone late at night; Lillith tells Emily she better provide lots of ice cream and nice things to say or else.
Here is where I take note of my disappointment. I thought Case 39 would try a different direction for a change. I hoped for a kid plagued by demons, not a demon-kid plaguing adults. We’ve seen evil kids before: pony-tailed Rhoda Penmark in The Bad Seed, sinister little Damien in The Omen, long-haired Samara in The Ring, and tightly-wound Esther in The Orphan. Ferland can hold her own against any of them, but the formula here ignores interesting possibilities an innocent child cursed by demon playmates can muster. Instead we have typical, all-purpose, no-seasoning-required scares coming from Emily’s growing realization she was wrong about Lillith and her parents.
Some tension is here, but it is straighforward and builds predictably, although Christian Alvart directs us through it with strong imagery as shown in the oven-stuffer attempt by Lillith’s parents–which shows another use for duct tape I bet you never thought of–a jaw slamming hard enough into a refrigerator door for both to crunch, sparingly used (until the end, anyway) CGI-enhanced demonic features playing across innocent little Lillith’s face when she gets mad, and token growls and voices not of this world. True to Hollywood Horror Think, Zelwegger even gets a chance to run screaming in the rain wearing little more than raindrops. She does have great gams, though.
Ray Wright adds a subtle twist to the story: how will Emily, a social worker, deal with a kid-looking monster everyone else sees as an innocent angel? But he never brings it to a boil after the simmering set up. If you’ve seen The Crazies and Pulse remakes, you already know his approach. It’s adequately underwhelming, lacking any finer points of fear-making, like making us guess what’s going to happen next instead of worrying about how creatively he can make people die.
The breakout point should have come at this scene: Lillith sitting across the table from psychologist Doug (Bradley Cooper); he thinks he’s talking to a little girl who’s scared, but she makes him fearful for his own safety. Wright follows the path of least resistance and uses the moment to set up a nasty death later. It’s a wasted opportunity for mounting real tension, just so the CGI boys could gimmick up another corpus exitus?
Still, those gams are worth a look.
Five questions asked over a glowing Jack o’Lantern, under an Autumn moon obscured by passing clouds…in between mouthfuls of candy corn…Fiji Mermaid of Sideshow Cinema steps out of the Black Lagoon to celebrate Halloween with us…
Why is Halloween important to you?
Halloween is important to me because as far back as I can remember I’ve always liked monsters, whether it be toys, songs, movies and such. That interest is still there to this day and thankfully there is a Holiday and a month that really puts that monstrous vibe out there for everyone to enjoy. As soon as I see the first Halloween store open, or decorations start to appear, it gives me that feeling of scary fun that only Halloween can bring.
Describe your ideal Halloween.
My ideal Halloween would be to set up some spooky decorations around the house and have some of the haunted house sound effects I’ve collected over the years playing on loop through some speakers positioned in the windows to set the mood. Dressing in costume to hand out treats seems like the only way to do the job right, so I’d pick out one of my costumes from the “Halloween” bin. I think surprising or giving a bit of a scare to the kids coming to get candy will help to pass on that fun of Halloween. If years down the road they can sit back and think about their own Halloween memories of the scary guy who was handing out candy then I’ve done my job of keeping Halloween alive.
What Halloween collectibles do you cherish, or hate, or both?
I don’t have any Halloween specific collectibles, oddly. I love the season so much, but there hasn’t been a collectible outside of various scary film characters that were put into toy figure form that I can deem as collectible and fit into the spirit of Halloween.
When was your very first Halloween, the one where you really knew it was Halloween, and how was it?
My first memory of Halloween was pre-school Halloween party/parade and dressing up as Dracula. My mom had some small little handmade witch cape with yellow moons and stars on it that I wore over some “Sunday best” type of clothing. My mom did my make up for me. I had the slicked back hair, white face and blood dripping down the sides of my mouth. I’ve looked at pictures of this day and the other kids are clowns, cowboys, Luke Skywalker and such. I look like the only scary kid in the bunch.
What’s the one Halloween question you want to be asked and what’s your answer?
Q: Do you have a Halloween playlist on your iPod and if you do what are you listening to?
A: Yes, of course. There are certain genres and artists I stick to with my general music listening, but when it comes to Halloween I’m all over the board. If the content of the song has any even flimsy Halloween reference, or scary topic, it shows up in the “Halloween playlist”. If it’s about Halloween or appeared in a horror movie, that grants it access to the list.
I’ll not bore you guys with my complete 2+hrs long list of songs, but here are some highlights. I recommend tracking these down if you don’t have them and adding to your own Halloween mix. They are sure to liven up any party this time of year.
I've had these pumpkin candles since forever (or thereabouts). The faces are sinister, funny, and spirited. I keep them out all year long.
What every fashionable ghoul like you needs to wear on Halloween night: flashing ring light-ups adorning your claws. The witch, skull, and cat are made by Illuminix. They can either blink slow, or fast, or you can leave the red light on. I don't recall who makes the metal skull ring in the middle, but you twist the skull a little to turn on his eyes, which change colors as they blink. The witch has all the right colors and demeanor to be Halloween-witchy, but the black cat is my favorite. His eyes glow red (but the battery's too weak to show it in the photo).
Zombos Says: Very Good
Abby: “You have to hit back.”
Owen: “I can’t. There’s 3 of them.”
Abby: “Then you hit back even harder.”
Between the idealized romance-fantasy of Twilight and the fetishistic terror romp of 30 Days of Night lies Let Me In, Hammer Studios’ English-language remake of Let the Right One In (Låt den rätte komma in), a movie that returns the vampire to its cursed existence.
Abby (Chloe Moretz) is a peculiar 12-year old girl who says she’s not a girl. During the night she quietly moves into the apartment complex where Owen lives, accompanied by her sullen father. Owen (Kodi Smit-McPhee) is a peculiar, lonely boy, bullied at school, and wedged in the middle of his parent’s divorce. He lives with his mother, who is very religious and hangs a crucifix on the wall. He also eats Farley’s and Sathers Now and Later candy, in what possibly may be the most seemless product placement done for a film. It’s Owen’s only constant and cheerful companion. He sings the jingle in-between chews, “Eat Some Now. Save Some for Later.” Abby can’t share in Owen’s enjoyment eating Now and Later because human blood is the only thing she can stomach; but both share an isolation, a need for companionship and acceptance, and both are caught between uneasy nows and always certain laters.
Abby is a vampire that doesn’t kill for herself, although when aroused she attacks viciously, tearing throats apart and ripping off heads. Her father (Richard Jenkins) collects blood for her by waiting behind car seats and surprising his victims. He drains their blood into a plastic jug. His joyless laters are filled with killing for Abby and he’s been doing it for a long time. He hates it, but why doesn’t he stop? When the butchered bodies turn up, a detective (Elias Kotias) investigates, believing a Satanic Cult may be involved.
Both Abby and Owen are lifeless: she’s dead and he lacks vitality. When they first meet, she’s shoeless in the snow because she doesn’t feel the cold. He has no friends at school and the apartment complex is filled with adults, so he spends his time alone in the courtyard chewing Now and Laters and avoiding the bullies at school. Owen can’t emotionally grow up and Abby physically can’t; she doesn’t even remember how old she is. He probably wants to forget how old he is. He’s so unhappy he puts a mask on and coldly pretends to stab imaginary bullies with his newly bought pocket-knife. Both Abby and Owen share a dark side, too.
Matt Reeves keeps us close to everyone, only briefly opening our view to see the turmoil Abby’s curse brings, or to watch her from a distance as she easily scales a hospital’s facade. She is a traditional vampire: her bite spreads the curse, sunlight is her enemy, and she must be invited into a room. When Owen asks her why she must be invited in she cant’ explain why, but shows him what happens if she’s not. The tone of the movie is dark and subdued by its close framing, which helps highlight the sudden moments of terror when they come: Abby’s victim in the hospital awakes to sunlight as a nurse opens the curtains; Owen is held under water in the school’s swimming pool at night; Abby transforms and attacks when the need for blood overtakes her; a car rolls over and over as seen from inside it.
It’s unusual for a remake to be this good, this measured. Let Me In is an unusual vampire movie. It captures the sordidness of being cursed as a vampire and leaves no wiggle room for romance, blood substitutes, medical explanations, or sadistic predator delight. Abby travels in a box, sleeps in a bathtub, and smells funny. Unlike Bella Swan, the last thing on Abby’s mind is wanting to be a vampire: now or later.
I find the 50% Off Card Stores a veritable treasure trove for older Halloween cutout decorations. With the party stores fading away (and their supply of Beistle cutouts with them), I now scour these card stores every October, along with mom and pop drug stores, for interesting pieces to add to my collection.
I found this charming little vampire in a store I always seem to have luck with. He’s approximately 8 inches tall and 7 inches wide. His eyes light up and he makes suitably irritating Halloween sounds. The colors are superb and he looks sinister in that not-so-scary way which is half-way between too cute and too serious. He’s also motion activated to delight trick or treaters.
The box he comes in is another matter. Pink? The graphic design is also not very eye-catching for the true Halloween aficionado. My assumption is Russ had their birthday party designers do this one. I would have designed a coffin box with a cellophane window showing his handsome, toothy grin.
I picked these flashing LED pins up at a Rite Aid in Hershey, Pennsylvania. I like the Skull the most because he doesn't smile.
Five questions asked over a glowing Jack o’Lantern, under an Autumn moon obscured by passing clouds…in between mouthfuls of candy corn…the Creeping Bride has just begun a SHOCK! and Son of SHOCK! viewing project this October, covering the 72 Universal and Columbia movies released to television in 1957 and 1958…
Why is Halloween important to you?
I love how subversive Halloween is. Halloween is a rupture in the day-to-day miseries of quotidian existence—it’s like Mardi Gras but with less drunken idiots in the street and fewer puddles of vomit everywhere.
First of all, people dress up in crazy outfits and stroll the streets and it’s never an issue (have you ever wondered what would happen to you if you tried to wear a werewolf mask in public on the Fourth of July or Memorial Day?). Secondly, you give away fun stuff to total strangers (cheap candy, mostly, but I also sometimes give out DVD-Rs that I’ve made of public domain horror and sci fi flicks). So you’ve got this complete undermining of normal, respectable decorum and the dull mechanics of capitalist exchange.
Halloween also undermines the edifices of Christianity that tower over daily life in the U.S. It is, after all, a vestigial reminder of the distant pre-Christian and pre-industrial agricultural past: a polytheistic pagan harvest ceremony and festival of the dead. In Europe, the Church tried in vain to eliminate festivals like Samhain among the Celtic people by creating All Saints and All Souls holidays, but the stubborn persistence of Halloween suggests that this effort to Christianize the pagans has failed. In fact, I would argue that the evangelical “hell houses”—those haunted attractions put on by fundamentalist Christian groups in late October that substitute drug addicts, porn-addicted chronic masturbators, Muslim terrorists, ob-gyn doctors who perform abortions, and gay men for ghosts, vampires, and other monsters—illustrate how harvest-time pagan festivals of the dead have had a profound influence on Christianity. If you can’t beat the pagan ideas that underlie Halloween, then join ‘em, I guess.
Finally, I like that Halloween is so geared towards children. Kids have a very loose grasp on what is real—they are not bound by the confines of language, instrumental rationality, or career-mindedness, so theirs is much more like a world of imagination and instinct and emotion. Celebrating Halloween is giving them a time when they have the run of the roost of the Real World, and this makes the day all the more subversive. I know a lot of people like New Year’s Eve and Fat Tuesday as holidays, where the world is turned upside down, but for me, there’s only ever Halloween. (At least until we figure out a way to get folks to celebrate Walpurgis Night, too…)
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