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Meet the Horror Bloggers:
Planet of Terror

planet of terror Many fans of horror, amateur and professional alike, have devoted themselves to blogging about the thrills, chills, and no-frills side of the genre as seen in cinema and print. In this ongoing series that highlights the writers behind the blogs, we meet the unique personalities and talents that make the online horror scene so engaging. Up close and personal.

In this installment, Cortez the Killer and Complaint Dept. from Planet of Terror tag team all the horror and the personal stats for us.

Cortez the Killer Speaks

Cortez the Killer I was born in 1978 in San Diego, CA. Aside from a horror geek, I’m a corporate desk jockey, a rabid fan of heavy metal music, love to cook, and I’m not afraid to admit that my first concert ever was Billy Ray Cyrus. In my defense, I had no say in the matter.

Complaint Dept. and I met while working at the same company and became friends after learning of our mutual love of horror films, heavy metal, and over-the-top soft rock songsters (he, Michael McDonald, and I, Phil ‘The Man’ Collins).

My initial exposure to the world of horror started at a young age when my parents would stay up late until after I had gone to bed and turned on the VCR and popped in a flick. My dad has always loved horror and my mom would go along sparingly with his film selections. The memory of them watching Aliens 2 is still ingrained in my mind. After I was put to bed one night, I went out into the hallway and peered out from the corner, catching a side glimpse of the TV in the living room. The opening scene where Ripley wakes up after dreaming about an alien popping out of her belly immediately elicited a scream from me. My parents lead me back to my room and scolded me as this was something clearly not meant for the eyes of children. This feeling of something ‘for my parents eyes only,’ coupled with that initial scare and burst of fright, is what kept me coming back for more. I liked the element of danger and I kind of liked pissing off my parents.

Comic Book Review: A Very… Zombie Christmas 1

A Very Zombie Christmas Zombos Says: Very Good (especially with hot chocolate)

While I prefer my Christmas toasty warm and eggnoggy smooth, there is something a tad enjoyable to having a little bit of zombie fear in all that holiday cheer. So put on your Snuggie, take a sip of your hot chocolate, and settle down by the fire with Antarctic Press' A Very…Zombie Christmas one shot.

I would have probably missed this issue if Glen, the owner of my local watering hole for comics, Fourth World, hadn't dropped it on my pull pile. He knows I like horror a bit and is always on the lookout for comics and magazines I might miss.

The three stories drawn in black and white are written with an eye toward leaving the reader with a little lump of coal among the candy in his or her stocking: short and sweet with a tart ending. My favorite is The Littlest Zombie Meets Santa by Fred Perry. In a world overrun by zombies, with survivors barely surviving, it's Christmas Eve and there is more than mice stirring around one particular sanctuary. The stylish illustration and story is like a big gingerbread cookie; cute to admire, but ready to bite. 

In Unholy Night, Joseph Wight makes sure to hang the stockings with care and leaves the children wide awake with dread in their beds after Grandpa Foster tells them his wartime experience with the undead on a snowy night. A two-page battle scene and decrepit zombies trampling the snow provide the visual treat as Wight takes full advantage of the black and white medium to convey the carnage.

The last story, David Hutchison's You Better Watch Out…, shows a heist gone bad using an EC-spiced ending to bring the boys together for the holidays. The inking over his pencils is very light, and his panels open up here and there to give his characters room. Some of his character positions reminded me of Steve Ditko's style, especially on the first page. The last panel is a cheery picture of togetherness that brings home the spirit of the holidays; for horror fans, anyway.

A Very…Zombie Christmas left me wishing it t'were twice the number of pages. These stories are well written and drawn. Now just imagine what you could do with a concept like a festival of zombies: eight days of terror…maybe next year, perhaps. Or how about George Bailey finding himself in zombie-town in It's a Terrible Life. Zombies. The possibilities are endless.

Graphic Book Review: Young Howard Lovecraft
and the Frozen Kingdom

Lovecraft and the Frozen Kingdom Zombos Says: Good (but is it Lovecraft?)

Blasphemy? Heresy? Bruce Brown and Renzo Podesta are treading very thin ice by making the anglophilic cosmic horror of Howard Phillips Lovecraft palatable for kids in the graphic novel Howard Lovecraft and the Frozen Kingdom. Or perhaps, by their adolescent-themed story based on Lovecraft's Mythos they may instill a fresh appreciation of those eldritch horrors that have become the first base and potent home run in much of horror fiction? Perhaps. But missing in the atmosphere created by their words and illustrations are the Gothic Noir and Rococo stylings–the stiffly starched shirt, rumpled cuffs verbiage Lovecraft is either praised or damned, but always noted for.

Drawing on Lovecraft's own tragic childhood, young Howard, in the company of his mom, pays a visit to Butler Sanitarium to see his raving mad dad. His father comes out of delirium long enough to implore Howard not to read that book, you know, the quintessential one that keeps getting every acolyte, neophyte, and unfortunate slub stepping into Lovecraft-land into terrible trouble. Here, it is his father's hand-written journal, containing the fruits of his occult explorations. Howard's mom, ironically, dumps that book into his little hands that same night for some bedtime reading enjoyment.

Interview: On Writing Horror With Lee Thomas

Lee Thomas Author

Author Lee Thomas writes horror, queer horror, slightly bent horror, and more than horror. If you've read his I'm Your Violence short story in Unspeakable Horror: From the Shadows of the Closet, I don't really need to tell you how he writes it. In that story he brought guilt, retribution, pasty gore, and gruesome death from under the pillow, leaving a nasty stain of reflection to think about. 

In an interview you said writing has always been a part of your life. Why is that?

I'm not sure of the "why" of it. It probably had something to do with childhood insecurity. I wasn't (and am still not) very comfortable around people, and I didn't express myself well verbally; but if I had the opportunity to write an idea down and tinker with it, I was able to convey my thoughts with some form of clarity. In the third grade I wrote short stories and puppet show scripts. I wrote my first novel when I was sixteen. It was a really bad werewolf novel and the character names kept changing, but a lot of it ended up informing my first published novel, Stained.

Though I've been writing most of my life, I didn't really try to sell my work until about eight years ago, and since then I've seen dozens of my short stories published, along with 10 novels (for adults and young adults) and a handful of non-fiction pieces.

You like to write horror fiction: tell us about your monsterkid influences as you grew up, and how they affected your writing.

I think my first exposure to horror was catching Frankenstein on television. There was that moment when the "monster" turned to the camera from a doorway and it scared the hell out of me. I liked it. So, I spent a lot of time looking to repeat that thrill. I watched anything with a creature in it, from Hammer films to Toho giant monster flicks. When I started reading "real" books, around 10 or 11 years old, I jumped in head first, reading Stoker's Dracula, Blatty's The Exorcist, and anything else I could get my hands on. Then I was exposed to James Herbert and early Stephen King, and a whole slew of really awful mass-market novels, some of which were brilliantly bad.

The older I grew, the more discriminating I became in what I read, and the sheer pulpy fun of the bulk of those mass-market titles took a backseat to more accomplished writing with greater depth of character and intricacy of plot (a la Peter Straub). Then Barker came along and brought a different sensibility to the genre that blew me away. Joe R. Lansdale was another great influence. In my own writing I keep trying to find the balance between intellectual and emotional engagement and the extremely fun gut-punch of the pulps I loved as a kid. One of these days, I'll get it right.

What is your daily routine for writing?

Oh that I had one. I've been writing full time for about 5 years now, but no pattern has emerged, except that I wake every day intending to write and I usually get something done everyday. Sometimes my entire day's production will take place before noon. Other times, I need some TV, reading or video game action to wake the brain up, so it might not be until afternoon or evening before I get to work. Some projects, like The Dust of Wonderland, come in a flood and I'm obsessed from the time I wake up until I crash, and I spend every available minute on them. Others move at a more leisurely pace. If I'm researching, which I've found I enjoy, a whole day can pass as I follow one thread of
information to another.

dust of wonderland Really important question: having grown up in Seattle, are you a tea or coffee drinker?

Coffee. Morning, noon, and night. There aren't enough hours in the day for all of the coffee I want to drink.

Which authors does Lee Thomas read and why should we read them too?

I covered the early influences above (and I'm still reading most of them). I discovered Thomas Tessier, Graham Joyce, and Jack Ketchum more recently (in the last 10 years or so), and I've gone back and devoured their work. Newer authors I enjoy include Joe Hill, Tim Lebbon, Sarah Langan, Brian Keene, Tom Piccirilli, Laird Barron, Gary Braunbeck, Jim Moore, David Wellington, and a handful of emerging folks like Nate Southard, Joe McKinney, Paul Tremblay, John Langan, Nick Kaufmann, Joel Lane, and others I'm sure I'm forgetting.

Outside of genre I'm reading James Lee Burke, Russell Banks, Michael Cunningham, Armistead Maupin, John Irving, Ken Bruen, and going back, as I always do, to Hemingway, Steinbeck, Capote, and Baldwin.

What about horror movies?

Wow, just about everything, from ultra-bad slashers to brilliant mind-screws. Universal classics, particularly The Wolf Man; Hammer Studios; Italian horror from Bava, Fulci, and Argento; The Evil Dead trilogy; The Exorcist; The first few Romero zombie films; Carpenter's The Thing, Halloween, and The Fog; Stuart Gordon's work (with a soft spot for his film Dolls); about one-third of Wes Craven's films; a good amount of Asian Horror with big love for Ringu, Ju-On, and Cure. Of the recent spate of remakes I've enjoyed My Bloody Valentine 3-D, Friday the 13th, and Dawn of the Dead.

parish damned What does it take to become a successfully published author in today's market?

I imagine it takes what it always has: hard work, which includes pushing yourself to improve your craft; persistence in sending your work out; and a bit of luck in getting the right story in front of the right eyes (which can be managed through persistence). Beyond that it can take a good amount of patience. This is the thing that's tough for a lot of new writers to get their minds around.

Authors sign bad–sometimes pure-crap–deals on their work just to have it out there fast (I know I did early on). This does them, their careers, and their readers a great disservice. Granted some authors have found short cuts with online publishing, podcasting, self-publishing, and other new media, and for some it has translated into success, like Monster Island author David Wellington who first published his books as blog posts. Eventually the publishing dynamic is going to shift dramatically as a result of new media, but right now, the traditional route to publication is still firmly in place, and that means an author may have to wait a very long time to see his/her work reputably published.

What can we expect from you in the future?

My short story collection, In the Closet, Under the Bed, which collects 15 of my queer-themed short stories, will be out December 15th from Dark Scribe Press. I'm thrilled about this one; it's a unique horror collection to be sure. Plus, I have some new short stories coming out, including "Nothing Forgiven," which will appear in Darkness on the Edge from PS Publishing, and "Inside Where It's Warm," a zombie story I wrote for a forthcoming anthology edited by Joe McKinney.

There are a couple of others I can't talk about right now. My novella The Black Sun Set will be released next year by Burning Effigy Press out of Canada, and a novella collaboration I did with Nate Southard called Focus will also be hitting in 2010. Other things are in the works but I can't comment until contracts are signed.

Meet the Horror Bloggers:
Zombies Are Magic

Zombiesaremagic Many fans of horror, amateur and professional alike, have devoted themselves to blogging about the thrills, chills, and no-frills side of the genre as seen in cinema and
print. In this ongoing series that highlights the writers behind the blogs, we meet the unique personalities and talents that make the online horror scene so engaging. Up close and personal.

In this installment, Jennifer from Zombies Are Magic tells us how how a zombie helped her escape hearing Tevye sing in Fiddler On the Roof, leading to a life-long passion for sleeping with the lights on.

 

My first “horror” memory is rather embarrassing, but pretty accurately sums up my love/hate relationship with the genre. I was 4, and my Mother had dragged me to the
movies to see the re-release of Fiddler on the Roof. While standing in the lobby waiting for her to get popcorn I became captivated by the poster for Dawn of the Dead. It was the classic poster, with the head emerging from the earth and the tagline “When there’s no more room in HELL the dead will walk the EARTH.” The image thrilled and terrified me. As my mother dragged me into the theater tears started streaming down my face; not because I had to watch Fiddler, but because I knew the bad monster from poster was going to come and get me. I remember staring at the floor of the theater, just waiting for that head to pop out. The fit I threw was so epic we were asked to leave before Tevye got to singing “If I were a rich man.” As my poor Mother apologized to the Manager I remember thinking: I want to go back. I want to go see that monster. This was the start of a life-long fascination with Zombies and a good ten years of sleeping with the lights on.

Zombies cat I am no horror expert. In fact, what I don’t know about horror could fill a stadium. But I am a fan of all aspects of horror culture, from film to television, literature to music. Since that day at the theater I have loved to be scared. Luckily, my Parents loved horror films, and they pretended not to notice when I sneaked into the living room while they were watching the latest Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street flick. They even comforted me when I woke up crying in the middle of the night convinced the strange guy from the Halloween movie was standing outside my window.

As I grew up, my attraction/revulsion complex about horror turned into a deep, abiding affection, beginning with the Universal Horror marathon I watched on Turner Classic Movies one Halloween. I was home with the flu and I only had Dracula, Frankenstein’s Monster, and the Mummy to keep me company. I remembered these films from my childhood, but I had forgotten what an impact they had on me. This led me to revisit many of the horror films I watched growing up. Most of them made me laugh. A few, like Halloween, still scared me. And then I re-watched Night of the
Living Dead
. Alone. On a stormy night. I had Zombie nightmares for a week. Instead of running to the shrink I decided to embrace the genre.

Films led me to literature, and I discovered that, like Romero, Lovecraft could also keep me up all night. I was in love. There was no turning back.

Zombies are Magic! didn’t start as a horror blog, but I seemed to get a better response to my “stream of consciousness” reviews of horror films than I did to the endless pictures of my cat. My horror bi-curious friends encouraged me to keep writing, and my understanding, “not a huge fan of horror” husband relinquished rights to the television so I could watch things like Cannibal Holocaust. Now, after fully turning to the dark side (sorry cat) I am so proud to be a part of this awesome horror blogging community. Like many of my fellow bloggers, I am waiting to be really scared again. I haven’t given up hope that the next film I see or book I read will make me feel like I did that day when I was 4 years old: scared out of my mind and all the better for it.

Books For Horror Movie Bloggers

Einstein show Right off the bat I can tell you the one thing you don’t want to get that horror movie blogger on your holiday shopping list: movies. Yes, that’s what I said. Movies.

Sure, they seem like they would go together like bread and butter, Starsky and Hutch, and vampires and romance, but let’s face it, if a horror blogger is worth his or her salt, movies are already piled high all around within easy viewing reach. The last thing any horror movie blogger needs is another movie to add to the pile!

So how about giving that special someoneotherwise known as always difficult to get gifts for–something really useful: something they will really appreciate and actually use to hone their skills; something that will even benefit their readers: books on movies.

And not just horror movies, mind you, but books on all-around movies. Books to broaden knowledge of the cinema, its history, its craft, and its always present commercial side, which impinges on the history and craft sides, sometimes to wondrous result, many times not.

Here’s an essential bookshelf’s worth of reading and reference any smart horror movie blogger would appreciate having in his or her critique la arsenal before letting the slinging arrows of outrageous commentary fly:

Comic Books for Horror Fans Gift Ideas

Scary Christmas Here is a list of gift ideas for that comic book fan in your life. You know, the nephew you thought would love Peanuts and Calvin and Hobbes because that helpful patron in Borders–the one who thought Myra Breckinridge was a cook book author–insisted he would. Now you know better.

No need to check over this list twice; every book is a surefire winner that will light up the holiday for any devout comic book reader, especially the horror-minded ones.

Z3599 1000 Comic Books You Must Read
by Tony Isabella

Starting briefly with Superman in the 1930's, then into the Fighting Forties, Tony Isabella provides cover shots and brief synopses of many notable issues categorized by decade up to the present. Archie and Millie the Model, super heroes and horror mix it up in a sumptuous memory lane experience for older fans (like me) and a wonderful, if-you're-so-smart-what-about-that-issue, reading list for younger ones (like me, too). Some older issues will, of course, be harder to find by themselves, but with so much of historical and reading interest being reprinted today in archived volumes, it's becoming easier to catch up on all this sequential art goodness.

Swampthing Saga of the Swamp Thing, Books 1 and 2
by Vertigo and DC Comics

Horror never had it so good until Alan Moore decided to explore its elements in Swamp Thing. I recently received Book 2 from DC Comics for review. With Moore's depth of storyline and penchant for bringing in familiar DC characters, and Stephen Bissette and John Totleben's expressive illustration gallivanting across panels–and printing it all on superbly non-slick, dull, pulpy paper to retain the original sense of coloration and tactile nuance, this hardcover edition, along with Book 1, is essential reading for any horror comic fan.

15819 Boris Karloff Tales of Mystery, Vol. 1
by Dark Horse Archives

This hardcover archive collects the first four issues of Boris Karloff Thriller retitled to Boris Karloff Tales of Mystery. Sara Karloff provides a brief introduction and bios of the creative people involved are included. Confined to static panels, five per page, the artwork is a tidy balance between adequate story-telling and heavy-inked momentum. The stories come with morals or little twists of fate. Boris the Uncanny introduces each one and sums up the lesson afterward. Not overly scary or expressively artistic, this volume will either bring back delightful memories for older fans or provide a good example of what bread and butter comic art and story are all about for others.

Readingcomics Reading Comics: How Graphic Novels Work and What They Mean
by Douglas Wolk

For the hardcore comics fan who's not squeamish about exploring what lies under the panels, Wolk's book will irritate, infuriate, and possibly elucidate. Agree or not, you will find plenty of reading-list material here, many thoughts to ponder or pummel, and inspiration to delve more deeply between the lines or write that great American graphic novel and put Alan Moore to shame.

Walkingdead The Walking Dead Compendium, Vol. 1
by Image Comics

Run, don't walk, to add this baby to your comic fan's Christmas stocking or gift basket. Just measure the stocking or basket first; this book is big, heavy, and filled with enough zombie mayhem, soap opera nuance, and humanity to keep anyone up all night. Without color and tights, it's amazing how much power and terror Robert Kirkman, Charlie Adlard, Cliff Rathburn, and Tony Moore can quietly generate in this us-against-them-and-us series. Volume One collects the first 48 issues in a hefty softcover format that's easy to read and retains the gory black and white illustration in all its glory. Larger formats and hardcovers are available, but having all these issues in one book is a reading pleasure and a great way to introduce someone, who is not familiar with the series, to The Walking Dead.

Dylan dog The Dylan Dog Case Files
by Dark Horse Comics

Seven stories in digest-sized format fill close to 700 pages in this compendium of Italy's supernatural detective Dylan Dog (though he lives in London). Written by Tiziano Sclavi and illustrated by various artists, anyone who has seen the movie Cemetery Man already has a sense of the surrealism and classic horror Sclavi brings to the comic. Being Italian, Dylan Dog is a romantic, although he can never seem to hold onto any of the women he meets from story to story. Maybe it's the annoying screaming doorbell to his flat on Craven Road that keeps them away. The black and white art rarely strays beyond the 5 or 6-panel pages, but it's crisp and vibrant; and filled with Dylan Dog's phobias, untidy habits (though he does play a mean licorice stick), and monsters.

Meet the Horror Bloggers:
Black Hole Reviews

Black hole reviews Many fans of horror, amateur and professional alike, have devoted themselves to
blogging about the thrills, chills, and no-frills side of the genre as seen in cinema and print. In this ongoing series that highlights the writers behind the blogs, we meet the unique personalities and talents that make the online horror scene so engaging. Up close and personal.

In this installment, Mark from Black Hole Reviews reveals his appetite for horror, yokai, anime, and more.

 

I feel a little guilty sneaking into the pantheon of horror bloggers. While horror is my favourite genre, my blog isn’t that specialised. Probably a bad thing, because it’s not easy to describe or categorise. The Black Hole is me devouring as many movies as possible. It’s also the well that Sadako fell into in Ring. But I once considered splintering the blog into different subjects. I don’t think that many people live exclusively inside the genre all the time. I want to suggest a wide range of relatively obscure movies as an alternative to the big three in the cineplex every week, those that will live on endlessly repeated on TV. Whether they’re good or bad. I want to offer up weird, unusual, shocking, dark, mad movies – that are interesting and entertaining.
Why don’t you watch some of these instead?

On Boris Karloff the Uncanny

Boris karloff It was a truly classic performance–the monster was no monster, but a pathetic, confused creature caught in a situation it couldn't comprehend. Karloff portrayed all this with marvelous pantomime, restricted as he was to a series of grunts and despite the handicaps of his heavy costume. "Whale and I both saw the character as an innocent one," he later said, "and I tried to play it that way. The most heart-rending aspect of the creature's life, for us, was his ultimate desertion by his creator. It was as though man, in his blundering, searching attempts to improve himself, was to find himself deserted by his God" (John Brosnan, The Horror People).

As I thought about what I would write for Frankensteinia's Boris Karloff Blogathon, I found myself reading through the titles in my library for inspiration in choosing a subject worthy of such a momentous project. Perhaps I would review one of Karloff's important films? I thought. I've only scratched the surface of his noteworthy acting career with my reviews of Frankenstein, Bride of Frankenstein, Son of Frankenstein, and The Mummy. Then I thought maybe I would examine  Karloff's extensive work for television, which would include, of course, Thriller, the anthology series of horror and suspense I still vividly recall scaring the bejesus out of me, and its spin-off into comic book format as Boris Karloff's Tales of Mystery (recently reissued by Dark Horse Comics). As I thought about it some more, I realized the books I paged through, the ones I often pull from the shelf when I am thinking about Karloff or classic horror, in preparation for writing a review, might be noteworthy to mention.

Meet the Horror Bloggers:
Dr. Gangrene’s Tales From the Lab

Dr_Gangrene Many fans of horror, amateur and professional alike, have devoted themselves to blogging about the thrills, chills, and no-frills side of the genre as seen in cinema and print. In this ongoing series that highlights the writers behind the blogs, we meet the unique personalities and talents that make the online horror scene so engaging. Up close and personal.

As a special treat for Thanksgiving, noted horror host Dr. Gangrene of Tales From the Lab mixes up a wonderful formula of weirdness with all the dressings.

It’s hard to say exactly when the horror bug bit me. For as long as I can remember I just always seemed drawn in that direction. I know for a while I worried my parents. I seemed obsessed with the dark side of life. If I went to the library I came home with books on ghosts, or Poe, or the supernatural. If there was a Horror or Science-Fiction
movie on TV I always wanted to watch it. My best friends were comic books and cartoons. I just wasn’t “normal.” But then who is, really?

Thinking back on it, the biggest influences on me were things that I encountered
in my youth. When I was a kid I was in Boy Scouts (this was in the early seventies). At one Scouting event we met local Nashville horror host Sir Cecil Creape. I have some vague memories of this (I was probably around 7 or 8 years old at the time (1st or 2nd grade). Everyone there received a patch that said “Sir Cecil’s Ghoul Patrol.” I still have that patch to this day, and in fact the first
thing I did when I started my own horror host program was to sew that patch onto my lab coat in homage to Sir Cecil Creape. But I’m getting ahead of myself…

Comic Book Review: Victorian Undead 1
Sherlock Holmes vs. Zombies

Victorian_undead Zombos Says: Good

The game's afoot once again for Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, although this time around it is much gamier; downright putrid, in fact. Not so elementary zombies are prowling the fog-bound streets of London in this steampunk and Inverness coat-dressed pastiche from author Ian Edginton and illustrator Davide Fabbri.

In Part One, The Star of Ill-Omen (Issue 1 of 6), Holmes and Watson are brought into the investigation of peculiar and inexplicable events occurring around Baker Street by Inspector Lestrade. In the opening pages, Holmes tangles with an adversary well-versed in the scientific arts of automata–a certain Professor perhaps?–while a green comet sets the stage for the undying detective to meet the undead, who are becoming more common on the streets than hansom cabs.

The story moves quickly, leaving enough mystery to hold promise. The artwork is adequate, but lacks the edginess the world's first consulting detective and his vibrant London warrant. The scenes of 221b Baker Street are perfunctory, and Holmes' visage and dress borders on the dashing; unusual for someone of his spontaneous and somewhat untidy habits. The color palette used for London is also far too chipper.

But this is Holmes and Watson against zombies, a capital idea; so I anticipate an exhilarating adventure grander than his encounter with the Giant Rat of Sumatra.

Review copy courtesy of Wildstorm/DC Comics.

Meet the Horror Bloggers:
The House That Dripped Blog

house that dripped blog Many fans of horror, amateur and professional alike, have devoted themselves to
blogging about the thrills, chills, and no-frills side of the genre as seen in
cinema and print. In this ongoing series that highlights the writers behind the
blogs, we meet the unique personalities and talents that make the online horror
scene so engaging. Up close and personal.

In this installment, Jake from The House That Dripped Blog tells us why he never watched a horror movie to be scared.

 

Let me begin by asking if any readers out there have any knowledge of a film called Mole Men of Morocco. This film featured blue hands reaching out from cave walls and grabbing unsuspecting explorers. It was the scariest film my grandfather ever saw. Or it was a figment of his imagination. Stories like that created a world of horror entertainment that I could only dream about.

My grandfather, like everybody else I am related to, grew up in a small town in Virginia. Mike Starr’s great explanation of marketing in Ed Wood was accurate—the South loves crap like this. My grandfather would tell stories about seeing Tana leaves brewed up for Kharis, about the English policeman squishing a mewling half-Canadian/half-fly, and about Raymond Burr in the original-ish Godzilla. This last drive-in tale particularly captivated me because Godzilla had been an obsession since I can remember.