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SHOCKtober Day 31
October 31st, 2022 — From The Feeds, oh my god i love Killer Workout, SHOCKtober 2022, wiggery
SHOCKtober Day 26
October 26th, 2022 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2022, wiggery
If you had told me at the beginning of the month that two of my highly coveted "favorite character" slots would be taken up by characters from the Sleepaway Camp franchise (spoiler), I would have said "Do I know you? What are you doing here? Psychic or no psychic, get out of my house!"
But it's true. When setting out on the journey, we never know where SHOCKtober will take us, and this year it has taken us to le Sleepaway double dip. I'm sure you immediately suspected it, but sorry, no...today's favorite character is not M-E-G's headband. Rather, it's...
MARIA'S LINE READINGS IN SLEEPAWAY CAMP III: TEENAGE WASTELAND (1989)
Sleepaway Camp III is truly awful, like barely watchable if I'm being honest. Regardless, I need to give my girl Maria props because her dialogue has intermittently been running through my head for years and years now. I'm not sure if it's Stockholm syndrome or straight-up sickness or what, but "Today's the day I'm goin' to camp" is so imprinted on my brain that since the day I first saw it, I've blessed annoyed just about every one of my friends (whether they've also seen the movie or not) with my impression of it. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if they mark my final words as I lay on my deathbed, ready to shuffle off into the great sleepaway camp in the sky. Mind you, I might amend it to "Today's the day I'm goin' to camp. Didja hear me? I'm goin' to that camp today...by which I mean Heaven (I hope)."
I just...love it so much. She gives us some variation of "I'm going to camp" three times in 30 seconds, she gives us an atrocious delivery of the most unnatural dialogue ever written, she gives us that wig! Such gifts.
(NSFW)
I've never seen anyone take off their t-shirt that way before...? Wow, is there anything Maria can't do?
Well, besides live and actually make it to camp, I guess. Yes, Angela runs her down with a garbage truck so she can take Maria's place at Camp New Horizons.
I also love that it's so clearly a mannequin getting hit if you look closely. Ooh, maybe she was a living mannequin all along! Like in that movie! Mannequin!
Angela really goes to crazy lengths in this scheme of hers: She tracks Maria down, finds an outfit and wig just like Maria wears, she steals a garbage truck, waits for Maria to leave for camp, somehow gets her to run into an alley with a garbage disposal at the end of it. It might seem like a lot of hassle--and surely there were other campers that would have been easier to replace--but excuse me, this is Maria. Don't we all want to be her? Wouldn't we all do whatever it takes to wield the power of those line readings, even for but a moment? I know I would. Just ask my friends!
SHOCKtober Day 14
October 14th, 2022 — From The Feeds, halloween no, SHOCKtober 2022, wiggery
It's a dark, windy, rainy day around these parts and it's really got me feeling the spooky scaries of the season! And let me tell you, it's the perfect time to be all pumped about those spooky scaries because tonight is the night I'm fixin' to see Halloween Bangs Part Two. As I mentioned on SHOCKtober Day 9, I am positively broken out in a rash of anticipatory hives (gross) over it. However, I thought I was excited about participating in a good old fashioned hate watch...but in the time since that post (has it really only been five days?), it seems that I am genuinely, unironically looking forward to seeing it.
Don't get me wrong, I haven't tricked my brain (nor has my brain tricked me) into thinking I'm going to like it or "maybe it will be good." This feeling is something else entirely, and I can't explain it. Maybe it's Jamie Lee Curtis and Kyle Richards reuniting again a couple of days ago on Part 1 of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Season 12 Reunion. Maybe it's the leaves blowing around outside. Maybe it's that even though the movies are awful, the yearly release schedule has somehow reignited the excitement I would get as a child when it was time to watch It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown or something. I don't know!
But I do know that today would have been a better day to talk about that lady with the iron in Halloween Bangs. That's okay though, we're still sticking with a Haddonfield denizen...
THAT KID WITH THE RAZOR BLADE IN HIS MOUTH IN HALLOWEEN II (1981)
Halloween II is such a weird movie. (I love it! And if you subscribe to the Patreon for The Evolution of Horror, you can listen to me talk about it (and its predecessor)! The empty halls, Jamie Lee Curtis's wig...it all comes off as really low budget and ultimately feels much nastier than the first film.
That nastiness is exemplified by that kid who accidentally chomped on a razor blade--we get a bloody close-up that's much gorier than anything we saw in 1978, but more over it means that Michael Myers isn't the only Haddonfield wackadoo on the loose that Halloween. Some Brenda Bates-type out there made one of the most enduring urban legends come to life and gave any number of kids a lifetime's worth of trauma. That's a special kind of fucked up-ness we don't often see in horror movies, and one that wasn't matched until...why, until Halloween III: Season of the Witch (1982) wherein magic Druid power made bugs come out of kids' faces. And yet it's boring old Michael "stab stab" Myers who's still the focus of this franchise? Please. He doesn't even have bangs.
Which reminds me! If you'll excuse me I have to get ready to watch the conclusion of the Lindsey Wallace saga.
SHOCKtober Day 12
October 12th, 2022 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2022, wiggery
I don't know about you, but I live life such that I am well aware of my limitations, and in general I try not to regularly exceed them. I feel confident that I will never have to, say, cut one of my own arms off because I got it wedged between some rocks while I was out by myself traipsing through canyons, for that kind of endeavor is beyond my limitations. Of course, this is not to say that I will never be in a situation where I have to cut my own arm off--just that it's more likely to happen because I end up trapped beneath a toppled wig display at Spirit Halloween or something.
The point is, I know my limitations as a writer, and I know that I am incapable of conveying in mere words what today's character is all about. Honestly, it's quite possible that no writer in human history could ever do it...so it's best just to present today's favorite character in all its glory...
THIS SCENE FROM CHILDREN OF THE CORN II: THE FINAL SACRIFICE (1992)
YES I mean the whole scene is today's character. YES I filmed that right off of my TV (it seems I haven't completely abandoned the old ways just yet). YES "The Final Sacrifice" is an outright lie, since the Corns are now like 80 movies strong. Hard to believe this wasn't the last one, though, considering it is obviously cinematic perfection.
You see why I cannot find adequate words to talk about it? All I can really do is wheeze out a "Barbara Bush" here and a "how does the remote work exactly" there and a "mah CHAY-yuh" over there and a "YEAH...YEAH! *CRASH*" over there. I am quite literally useless, even (or especially?) on my own blog.
So...umm...I guess I'll probably watch that clip on repeat for another hour or so and then head over to Spirit Halloween for some wig-browsin'. If I'm not back tomorrow, please send help and/or a hacksaw!
SHOCKtober Day 1
October 1st, 2022 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2022, wiggery
Well well, if it isn't that time of the year once more! I don't know about you but this year I am feeling it! Just this morning I christened SHOCKtober 2022 this morning with some pumpkin spice (by smashing a full coffee pot over my head, as if it was a bottle of champagne and I, a new boat). I am super pumped to bask in some horror movies! My sweater with a skull on it is gonna be worn! I might even cram some candy corn up my nose later, we'll see...although to be fair, that's more of a regular hobby than anything SHOCKtober specific. But still! It's easier than usual to find candy corn these days.
And hey, you know what is SHOCKtober specific? SHOCKtober here at Final Girl, that's what. I've hemmed, I've hawed, I've re-hemmed and hawed once more. I made my list and checked it twice, then I scrapped that list and made a whole new list (which, yes, has also been checked twice). Finally I settled on...something...to celebrate this year: every day I'll be spotlighting one of my favorite random characters in horror.
I'll tell you right now though, it's best that you think of characters as """"characters"""" because...ehh, you'll see. Let's just say it's entirely possible that the candy corn in my nose is cutting off the oxygen supply my brain so desperately needs. Oh well! It's time to get this show underway with...
FAYE'S WIG IN EATEN ALIVE (1977)
Marilyn Burns gave an incredible performance in Tobe Hooper's The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, making us truly believe that Sally Hardesty was a terrified woman running on pure survival instincts to escape the business end of Leatherface's chainsaw. Marilyn Burns also gave an incredible performance in Tobe Hooper's Eaten Alive, making us truly believe that Faye was a woman who would wear a wig! Was there anything Marilyn Burns couldn't do? No, there was not. RIP, legend, icon, and queen.
Eaten Alive feels like Tobe Hooper's trashy, cocaine-addled riff on EC Comics or something and it's just so weird! It's theatrical in the purest sense of the word: there is no attempt to hide the artifice of it all, from the swamp that is obviously a soundstage to the Argento-esque primary color lighting schemes to Carolyn Jones's terrible old age makeup (and wonderful visor) (hmm I should have put that visor on the list for this month) (I still might) to...yes, that there wig.
Faye shows up at the Starlight Hotel and we are not fooled for even a fraction of an instant into thinking that Party City mess on her head is her real hair. But given the proliferation of wigs and fakery in this movie, we must accept it and figure okay, so Tobe Hooper put Marilyn Burns in a wig for this role. But then! It is revealed that it was in fact Faye wearing a wig and I completely lose my mind.
Why does Faye wear a wig? It is never mentioned! When I interviewed Burns long ago I asked her about it and even she had no idea why: "She could've been kinda kinky!" she said. That's a motivation I can get behind, of course, but the fact that it goes completely unacknowledged in the film means I will remain obsessed with it for the rest of my life.
Thinking about Eaten Alive always gives me more pleasure than actually watching Eaten Alive does. I want to love this movie, and when I reflect on how strange it is from top to bottom, I do. So I hit play and within moments I'm reminded that man, it's such a goddamn chore to sit through. It's a cocaine-addled, screechy, incoherent mess of underbaked ideas.
But that wig! That visor! That cast! It's perfect! And so, another round of Eaten Alive...and another round of SHOCKtober. The cycle continues!
SHOCKtober: 885-853
October 3rd, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020, wiggery
- While "Countess Dracula" should indeed be "Countess Bathory," what's in a name when you have Ingrid Pitt in a Hammer flick imbibing the blood of virgins to maintain a youthful pallor? If nothing else, it's a good reminder to women everywhere: don't grow old!
- Aw yeah, Cold Prey 2! Imagine, if you will, that Halloween II (1981) was a better film than Halloween (1978). Sure, you could argue that Jamie Lee Curtis's wig in Halloween II automatically makes it a better film than its predecessor, but still. Cold Prey 2 sends our Final Girl to the hospital and then shit gets real. I like Cold Prey a lot, but I like Cold Prey 2 a lot more.
- Cobra is definitely the "Wha huh?" entry this time, but it's a fairly nasty film.
- I find myself SUPER intrigued by Dark Angel: The Ascent, which I'd never heard of previous to its inclusion here. But that title combined with the release year means it's going to have a certain Vampire: The Masquerade aesthetic, if you know what I mean, especially when one peeps a cast list full of Romanian names. Upon further investigation, I came across a review by the inimitable and always terrific Erich Kuersten at Acidemic, wherein he calls it "Guy Maddin meets Silk Stalkings." I need to see Dark Angel: The Ascent!
SHOCKtober: 885-853
October 3rd, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020, wiggery
- While "Countess Dracula" should indeed be "Countess Bathory," what's in a name when you have Ingrid Pitt in a Hammer flick imbibing the blood of virgins to maintain a youthful pallor? If nothing else, it's a good reminder to women everywhere: don't grow old!
- Aw yeah, Cold Prey 2! Imagine, if you will, that Halloween II (1981) was a better film than Halloween (1978). Sure, you could argue that Jamie Lee Curtis's wig in Halloween II automatically makes it a better film than its predecessor, but still. Cold Prey 2 sends our Final Girl to the hospital and then shit gets real. I like Cold Prey a lot, but I like Cold Prey 2 a lot more.
- Cobra is definitely the "Wha huh?" entry this time, but it's a fairly nasty film.
- I find myself SUPER intrigued by Dark Angel: The Ascent, which I'd never heard of previous to its inclusion here. But that title combined with the release year means it's going to have a certain Vampire: The Masquerade aesthetic, if you know what I mean, especially when one peeps a cast list full of Romanian names. Upon further investigation, I came across a review by the inimitable and always terrific Erich Kuersten at Acidemic, wherein he calls it "Guy Maddin meets Silk Stalkings." I need to see Dark Angel: The Ascent!
SHOCK it to me
August 31st, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020, wiggery
Anyway. The point is, we are going through it! Pandemic, the fall of democracy in America, climate catastrophes, Kyle Richards getting the villain edit on the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills...the hits just won't stop coming! And while everyone is talking about how Halloween is a year-round mood and Halloween is a way of life and Halloween, like the groove, is in the heart. But let's be real, that whole plague thing is really going to put a damper on the spooky celebrations this year. It's getting to be that time of the year when I should be browsing aisles and marveling at the fake eyeballs and fake severed hands and rubber spiders and glow-in-the-dark skeletons, but this year the only thing I'm browsing is Shudder (which I will browse for 35 minutes before deciding that there's nothing I feel like watching). So I guess it's up to SHOCKtober to make this year's celebration a little more...well, a little more of a celebration.
SIDE NOTE: Lately I've had a really weird urge to re-watch the two Rob Zombie Halloween movies. I wonder if time will have tempered my feelings about one or both of them. Surely there are better ways to spend my time? Someone talk me out of it before I do something we'll all regret!
In the interests of "lifting" "spirits" (or at least giving everyone a distraction for ten minutes), I'm going interactive with SHOCKtober this year and I'm bringing back the stunt of SHOCKtobers past, the reader Top 20 lists! This is the stun where you--yes, YOU--submit a list of your 20 favorite horror movies. Not necessarily the ones you think are best or classics or films everyone should see before they die or whatever...I wanna know your favorites.
Then I'll get out my science calculator and tally up those lists and make a super huge megalist. During the month of SHOCKtober I'll count down that list from number whatever to number one. John Carpenter's Halloween earned the top spot in both 2010 and 2017...will it be #1 again this year? I'm on the edge of my seat already! There have been a shitton of great horror movies released in the last few years (or, like, three at least), and I'm curious as to how the list will or will not differ from the last two go-'rounds.
But! One cannot submit a list all willy-nilly like. There are rules for this grand experiment and they must be adhered to lest I go mad. Here they are! Please heed them!
SAID RULES
- email me a list of YOUR TWENTY **FAVORITE** HORROR FILMS at stacieponder (at) gmail (dot) (c) (o) (m)
- put "my list" or "list" or "list-o" or something in the subject line so I know what's up
- DO NOT submit your list here in the comments or via Facebook message or Facebook comment or any other social media or anything like that. EMAIL ONLY BLESS YOU THANK YOU
- Remember, it doesn't matter if these movies are considered the "best" or classics, they just have to be your faves. Final Girl is strictly a NO JERKS ZONE, and I don't truck with making fun of peoples' loves. Not in my comment section, buster!
- Unless you indicate otherwise, if there is more than one version of a film I will assume you mean the original. So if you mean The Fog (2005) and not The Fog (1980), please tell me.
- Honestly I would be shocked if anyone preferred The Fog 2005 to The Fog 1980, but that is your business.
- If you write something like "The Saw Series," I am just going to include Saw. Specificity is better!
- No short films and no TV shows, please! Feature films only. Made for TV movies are a-okay!
- You don't have to submit a full list of 20! Maybe you only have one favorite horror film. Again, that is your business. But 20 titles is the max.
- The list order doesn't matter! You don't have to rank them.
- You don't have to comment on any of your choices, unless you want to! But they're always welcome and I like to read 'em.
- The deadline is the end of Wednesday September 23rd. After that, submissions will go directly in the ol' cybergarbage, sorry.
SHOCK it to me
August 31st, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020, wiggery
Anyway. The point is, we are going through it! Pandemic, the fall of democracy in America, climate catastrophes, Kyle Richards getting the villain edit on the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills...the hits just won't stop coming! And while everyone is talking about how Halloween is a year-round mood and Halloween is a way of life and Halloween, like the groove, is in the heart. But let's be real, that whole plague thing is really going to put a damper on the spooky celebrations this year. It's getting to be that time of the year when I should be browsing aisles and marveling at the fake eyeballs and fake severed hands and rubber spiders and glow-in-the-dark skeletons, but this year the only thing I'm browsing is Shudder (which I will browse for 35 minutes before deciding that there's nothing I feel like watching). So I guess it's up to SHOCKtober to make this year's celebration a little more...well, a little more of a celebration.
SIDE NOTE: Lately I've had a really weird urge to re-watch the two Rob Zombie Halloween movies. I wonder if time will have tempered my feelings about one or both of them. Surely there are better ways to spend my time? Someone talk me out of it before I do something we'll all regret!
In the interests of "lifting" "spirits" (or at least giving everyone a distraction for ten minutes), I'm going interactive with SHOCKtober this year and I'm bringing back the stunt of SHOCKtobers past, the reader Top 20 lists! This is the stun where you--yes, YOU--submit a list of your 20 favorite horror movies. Not necessarily the ones you think are best or classics or films everyone should see before they die or whatever...I wanna know your favorites.
Then I'll get out my science calculator and tally up those lists and make a super huge megalist. During the month of SHOCKtober I'll count down that list from number whatever to number one. John Carpenter's Halloween earned the top spot in both 2010 and 2017...will it be #1 again this year? I'm on the edge of my seat already! There have been a shitton of great horror movies released in the last few years (or, like, three at least), and I'm curious as to how the list will or will not differ from the last two go-'rounds.
But! One cannot submit a list all willy-nilly like. There are rules for this grand experiment and they must be adhered to lest I go mad. Here they are! Please heed them!
SAID RULES
- email me a list of YOUR TWENTY **FAVORITE** HORROR FILMS at stacieponder (at) gmail (dot) (c) (o) (m)
- put "my list" or "list" or "list-o" or something in the subject line so I know what's up
- DO NOT submit your list here in the comments or via Facebook message or Facebook comment or any other social media or anything like that. EMAIL ONLY BLESS YOU THANK YOU
- Remember, it doesn't matter if these movies are considered the "best" or classics, they just have to be your faves. Final Girl is strictly a NO JERKS ZONE, and I don't truck with making fun of peoples' loves. Not in my comment section, buster!
- Unless you indicate otherwise, if there is more than one version of a film I will assume you mean the original. So if you mean The Fog (2005) and not The Fog (1980), please tell me.
- Honestly I would be shocked if anyone preferred The Fog 2005 to The Fog 1980, but that is your business.
- If you write something like "The Saw Series," I am just going to include Saw. Specificity is better!
- No short films and no TV shows, please! Feature films only. Made for TV movies are a-okay!
- You don't have to submit a full list of 20! Maybe you only have one favorite horror film. Again, that is your business. But 20 titles is the max.
- The list order doesn't matter! You don't have to rank them.
- You don't have to comment on any of your choices, unless you want to! But they're always welcome and I like to read 'em.
- The deadline is the end of Wednesday September 23rd. After that, submissions will go directly in the ol' cybergarbage, sorry.
Bloggenaire: Max Cheney Considine, The Drunken Severed Head
April 19th, 2010 — bloggenaires, From The Feeds, wiggery

I can't remember the exact moment, but several things came together. I was a co-moderator at a Yahoo group called the Universal Monster Army, and was having a blast talking about old horror movies, monster movie toys and memorabilia, weird news, and generally cracking wise. Also, I had started doing interviews to share at the UMA-- with folks like Ted Newsom, creator of the "100 Years of Horror" series. And everyone was starting a blog. So I thought I could too, and jumped on the bandwagon. And why not? I like both music and being driven!
2) Please describe your blog in no more than 3 sentences. You must include the words / phrases "morbid", "aesthetic", and "electromagnetic".
My blog is viewed through electromagnetic impulses that create a picture on a monitor, sending out waves that soften and numb the brain. This anesthetic aesthetic both lessens and enhances the morbid aspects of my posts, much as vermouth cuts and sweetens the gin in a martini.

Well, horror, sci-fi, and fantasy films were long considered junk movies. Many of my favorite flickers have had someone say they're "bad." (Yes, I said "flickers"-- I love me that alliteration, no matter how outta date I gotta be!)
I've enjoyed LOTS of bad movies, where ineptness in writing, cheap production values, and bad acting provides unintended, but socko entertainment! Just as long as the pace is quick enough to compensate for those deficiencies. I just don't admire bad movies for their shortcomings. I'm perverse, but not THAT perverse.
A slow-paced well-made film is one thing, but a draggy badly-acted cheapo is another. Longueurs in a Cocteau film can add to the experience, but the same doesn't apply to Ed Wood. But I can say that playing Bela Lugosi in a stage production of Glen or Glenda, as I did over a decade ago, was one of the most fun things I've ever done.
My favorites include Horrors of Spider Island, Teenagers From Outer Space, Devil Girl From Mars, and many Bert I. Gordon movies.
4) Did you know that there exists one variety of carnivorous parrot? It's true. They live in the mountains of New Zealand, and they eat the fat surrounding the kidneys of sheep- WHILE THE SHEEP ARE ALIVE. It's horrible.
If they're political sheep, I want to see this!
No, but seriously--this doesn't surprise me. Nature isn't always benign. I once saw a raven carry off a small rabbit, then eat it alive on the roof of a neighbor's house. It was traumatizing.
Gimme monsters ripping up bad actors instead! Although I do have a pet snake which eats live minnows, and my wife raises venus flytraps, so a bit of the bitch side of dear Mother Nature is on view at our house.

THE TINGLER! (I can't believe someone hasn't beaten me to that gag before!) Actually, as a severed head, I never wear pants. I have been seen with undies on my head, but that's another story.
Oh, I suppose Bride of Frankenstein. Yeah, I know it's a cliched answer among historians and devotees of really old horror movies, but as a little kid sneaking out of bed to watch on a late-night creature feature, I was blown away by it, and forever marked by it. I was very spooked by the scene of the Monster appearing in the flooded pit and killing a man, and later by the scenes with Pretorious in the mausoleum. I was also moved by the tragedies that befall the Monster, and shocked by the explosion at the end. (Oh great, I spoiled it for ya.) I don't watch it often, but when I do, its effects on me are undiluted by time. But The Orphanage, Alien, and Black Sunday would all stand up to many repeat viewings. And it's nice to stick Barbara Steele down one's pants.
6) Adrienne Barbeau. Discuss.
She will forever be the crabby daughter on the Maude sitcom and the bitch in Creepshow to me. I can't accept her in Swamp Thing-- too nice.
I wish she'd played a nightgown-wearing bisexual vampire just once in her career, though.

See answer #2 above.
And to appreciate your blog all the more. (Wink, wink.)
8) Where does Jigsaw get all the money he needs to build all those traps and buy all that warehouse space? Better yet, does he have some sort of engineering background? He must, right, if he designs all that crap?
I think he must be a character who escaped from a Bond film. 007 and his adversaries all seem to be rich, and geniuses with gadgets.
9) Several theories regarding the reasons why people would subject themselves to watching horror films (when they're so, you know, traumatic) exist. Which is closest in line with your feelings on and reactions to the genre? Feel free to elaborate. Or don't, see if I care.
a) RELIEF THEORY: The unpleasant feelings of distress cause more stimulating feelings of relief when the unpleasantness passes- the stressed arousal caused by fear becomes pleasurable arousal later on.
b) CONTINUOUS REWARD: The excitement felt during the film is the appeal in and of itself.
c) SOCIAL THEORIES:
1) Stereotypical gender roles are reinforced: men act as protectors, women need protection.
2) Violating social norms- watching "deviant" entertainment- is exciting.
3) Experiencing heightened emotions with others makes us feel like we "belong" and we're truly part of a group.
As someone who actually has a degree in sociology, I ought to be able to bullshit a great answer. But I'll stick with instincts and experiences and say a) and b) of the psychological theories and # 2 of the social theories are the most valid, and overlap. They can be simultaneously true-- distress being one aspect of the excitement in the "continuous reward" explanation. It's akin to the sensations of taste-- sweet being edged with bitter, and one flavor in one food providing "relief" to the sensation of another food.
Say, I just used another "taste" metaphor, like I did in answer #2. I wonder what Freud would say...

Except for the the totally whacked-out The Sentinel, and Suspiria, there isn't one horror film from 1977 that I ever want to see again. 1981 produced these rewatchables: An American Werewolf in London, The Howling, Dead and Buried, and Scanners, plus some interesting sci-fi films.
11) What the eff is up with those French and their crazy horror flicks?
Hard for me to say. Don't know how to put myself in their place, because I can't speak through my nose. But they gave us Diabolique, Eyes Without a Face, Cocteau's Beauty and the Beast, and Gance's I Accuse, so they must be as smart as they think they are.

Well, it sure ain't The Muppets Take Manhattan. Or Frogs, which has the slowest attacks on people ever filmed. Not Willard, because it spawned Ben, which foisted that awful Michael Jackson song off on us. Maybe Kingdom of the Spiders, just for the scene where a woman is so freaked by seeing a tarantula on her hand that she impulsively shoots her hand off with a gun. Or possibly Night of the Lepus, just 'cause it's got giant bunny rabbits.
Hmmm. This is a toughie. I saw Food of the Gods at a drive-in a coupla years ago, and LOVED it. But Them! is an intelligent, handsomely-made film about giant ants gone amok, and do you realize how unlikely THAT is? So I guess it's a tie between Food of the Gods for the camp value (a giant killer chicken!), and Them! for being the best all around animal attack movie.
13) If Jason Voorhees is on a train heading east at 80mph and Leatherface is on a train heading west at 65mph…why the hell would anyone ever watch Rob Zombie's Halloween?
As the masochist said when asked why she hung around her bad-tempered boyfriend, "Beats me!"

I wish to never need to have a funeral, but in case I can't roll out the back door when Death comes looking for me, I guess I'd like to have a shindig for my friends that's a cross between a New Orleans-style funeral and a Halloween party. A fun-eral, if you will. With a big screen video message from me from beyond the grave, mwah ha ha ha!
You're invited.
15) Why do I have such a fondness for Shelley Hack? It's not like she's really done much to deserve it, but there it is.
Because in a past life, you WERE Shelley Hack. Yeah, I know, she's still alive, but don't bother me with details.
16) You're on a sinking ghost ship that's being piloted by a witch. What are your last words?
Boo to you, too! And abra cadav-- glub!...hic!...glub...glub...

Now I'm worried. I'm thinking of that final scene in Psycho where Norman Bates is thinking to himself in his mother's voice, "I'm not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching... they'll see. They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, "Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly..."
18) Do you know where I can get some lye?
I don't. And that's no lie. (Oh, ain't I a SCREAM? Don't answer that.)
Don't use lye. Carpet beetles are much efficient and thorough at removing flesh.

YEAH! He deserved it! Always bein' a smart ass! Making puns! Pretending to be something he's not!
20) Overall, what’s your favorite era of horror films?
I guess it's a tie between American films from the 1930s and films from the rest of the world in the 1960s.
21) Would you rather be:
1) a vampire
2) a witch/warlock
3) a werewolf
4) a Frankenstein (and yes, I know technically it’s “Frankenstein’s monster†but “a Frankenstein†sounds better)
5) a Jaws
Why don't you offer a Boogey man as a choice?
Okay, don't look at me like that. I'll play. I guess I most wish to be a were-Frankenstein, cause once a month I'd really like to scare people as the character I most enjoyed being on Halloween, as a kid.
But I'd settle for being a warlock for the merchandising opportunities. Man, I could clean up with the Harry Potter craze! (Yeah, I know vampires are also hot, but who the hell really wants a mouthful full of blood just to get young women all emo?)

Of course, darling. You're my final girl.
You're always kind to me--you amuse me so much, and so often--how could I have said such things?!
Please come back--and BRING BACK MY BODY!
23) What's something you want people to know about you or your blog that I didn't ask?
It won't cause a sudden loss of vision-- anymore-- or an erection lasting more than four hours, and it's low calorie! It has some cool interviews and art, features a poem I wrote about Boris Karloff that impressed Pierre Fournier of Frankensteinia, and was complimented by Cool Ass Cinema as being like the old Famous Monsters magazine, but for adults. Those last two are distinctions I'm especially proud of.
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Big thanks to Max. Stay tuned for another exciting episode of...THE BLOGGENAIRES!
The Witches Mountain
February 2nd, 2010 — eeeevil, From The Feeds, moustaches, multi-pack mania, Operation: 101010, Reviews, what the crap, wiggery


Wait, there are no end credits in The Witches Mountain...but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Whenever I set a child on fire, the first thing I want to do afterward is go on a nice vacation with my boyfriend. This mystery woman is no different, so she gets two tickets to one paradise or another and tells Mario (Cihangir Gaffari) to pack a bag. Mario is the very picture of delightful 70s sleaze, from his fluffy proto-mullet to his ambitious moustache to his chest carpet and medallion. He is kind of amazing.

Perhaps he can sense that she's a nutcake, or perhaps he's just a cad. Whatever the case, Mario declines the offer of a free vacation and calls his boss to ask for a new "photo assignment" starting, like, now.
Mario must be a photographer for the CIA or something, because all we ever find out about his assignment is that he must go take some pictures of some mountains. Where, exactly? Eh, somewhere in the Pyrenees, it looks like. Why, exactly? 'Tis a mystery.
Along the way, Mario stops to take some photographs of a woman out sunbathing. The two begin talking and the woman, Delia (Patty Shepard) agrees to accompany Mario on his trip. This makes total sense. I mean, who wouldn't drive for hours deep into the middle of nowhere with a total stranger? It's not like anyone knows where she's going, so no one's going to bitch that it's a bad idea.
Anyway, they end up at a hotel run by Andorra's own answer to Marty Feldman. He is kind of amazing.

At one point, Mario and Delia are out taking pictures- well, Mario is talking pictures...Delia just sort of stands there- and someone drives off in their Jeep. They run after it and find it abandoned far down the road, outside of some little village that appears abandoned. It turns out that one house is occupied by a little old witchy-looking woman who claims she knows nothing of the Jeep thievery and she's totally the only person around.

Mario and Delia invite themselves to stay with the old woman. Lest the sounds of The Witch Chorus Singers (they're back) lead you to think something is actually going to happen...well, don't get your hopes up because we're still ensconced in the 65-minute negative zone. They talk, they sleep, the old woman makes a big cauldron of something or other, Delia sleepwalks, Mario goes out and takes pictures. He stays out too long and after the sun goes down, the eeeevil fog rolls in. He gets lost, but spots some robed figures carrying torches and singing; yes, I think we've found The Witch Chorus Singers' Secret Hideout.
The next morning, Mario makes his way back to the old woman's house. He busts out his portable picture developing kit and...develops his pictures, anxious to see those robed figures again. The pictures of them are blank- however, random women appear in other photographs despite the fact that Mario did not see them and what's even more eerie, there's a photo of Mario and Delia that they did not take. Then some women drag the old woman out of her humble abode.
Finally, some GD action and stuff in this movie! Mario and Delia follow. They end up at the spot where The Witch Chorus Singers were hanging out...then they leave. Then Mario goes back. Then Mario finds some blood on a rock. Then I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that The Witches Mountain will probably never make any sense.

- So, they grab her...and she wears a bridal gown? (yes)
- Then she's in a dungeon? (y-yes)
- And there's...a hairy, oily guy in there? (umm...)
- And the witches are dancing? (It's like a failed musical.)
- Then someone hits him over the head? The lead guy. (I think so.)
- Then the girl he likes runs away? (yeah)
- And he chases her. (yes)
- And she runs off a cliff. (that was awesome!)
- So he sets the village on fire. (It looked like it...)
- Then all the witches are at his house. (I guess so.)


This movie is so, so bad. So bad. Bad. Bad movie. If it consisted solely of the first and last 5-minute portions, though, I'd be sitting on a 50-pack of gold! The Witch Chorus Singers are purely and simply awesome, and they need to be heard by all. How you can achieve this without sitting through the film, I don't know. It may not be possible, but it may be worth the risk.
Nah, that's not true. The Witches Mountain may be a bad movie that's just plain bad. That's so hard for me to say, especially because of all the wig violence and singing and Mario's moustache. Siiigh.