Gore Galore In Nashville

22 03 2008

There are a few things I get all worked up about.

One is I love Horror movies. Last night, Squirrel Queen and I spent some time explaining our adoration of horror movies to Karsten and Chris Wage. I know they must think we are nuts but there is something really fun about heading out from Hooterville to specifically go to a horror festival. It’s camp at it’s best.
I love subcultures. I do. Explaining it isn’t an easy thing, my friends.

We are going this afternoon. I’m sure we will laugh.

Jim Ridley at the Nashville Scene breaks it down why this should be a hoot:

FULL MOON TATTOO & HORROR FESTIVAL If you’re one of those sickos who gets off on gory trash, monster movies and lurid stalk ’n’ slash sagas full of half-naked scream queens, you must be…me. Which means we’re bound to have fun at this three-day expo of celebrity signings, screenings and such devoted to the dark arts. Of special note is a Nashville appearance by filmmaker George A. Romero (see below), but the lineup should tickle anyone with a lifetime Fangoria subscription: stars Adrienne Barbeau (The Fog), Dee Wallace (The Howling), Tony Todd (Candyman) and Michael Berryman (The Hills Have Eyes); gore FX master Tom Savini; The Goon comic creator Eric Powell; painter Basil Gogos; organizer/horror filmmaker/tattoo artist Ben Dixon; and many more listed at lonewolfbodyart.net/festival8.html. A one-day pass is $15; $35 covers all three days. Friday through Sunday at the Nashville Airport Marriott (600 Marriott Drive) —JIM RIDLEY

I had a Fangoria subscription as a kid. Shut up.

I tried to get tickets to see George Romero last night at the Belcourt where he screened Diary of the Dead. I struck out. It probably would have been easier to get a dinner date with the Pope on Easter Sunday then get in last night.

Listen, some people go to art galleries. (I go and I enjoy them immensely.) Other folks like bluegrass festivals (you’ve never been to a party until you hit one of those.)

Me, I do crap like this. This should be smashing.


More On Full Moon Tattoo and Horror Festival

6 03 2008

If I couldn’t have had enough of a coronary last night, Corey left me a link  for Webbspun Ideas who has more information about the Full Moon Tattoo and Horror Festival. He has a video with Ben Dixon. Go over there and you can hear about it all.

George Romero is going to be doing a midnight showing at the Belcourt for his new movie “Diary of the Dead”. The only other time I’ve ever gone to a screening where the director attended was about ten years ago when John Waters screened “Pink Flamingos” and then answered questions from the audience.

Romero will have showings at midnight on March 21 and March 22.

It was, in a word, sweet.

Oh, and Basil Gogos will also be there. Don’t know Basil Gogos?


Well, now you do.

Can you tell I’m psyched?


Joe Knows …

8 02 2008

Joe Powell knows everything.

I’ve known this for awhile. He talks about something near and dear to a few of us that love monsters and horrorific goodness.

…Insomnifest, the world’s first Online Horror Movie Festival.

12 movies are featured in the fest, which runs from Feb. 11 thru Feb. 24. The web site for the fest boasts a mega-trailer from most of the movies. I’m thinking this is not the kind of festival one attends hoping to meet the people who actually made these movies or the fans who seek them. At least they did not call it Splatterfest or Cheesefest, but perhaps they could have. And I don’t recommend you use your computer at work to bask in the buckets of fake grue.

But you don’t have to stand around in the snow like at Sundance, or wade through the beautiful people.

See, I told you.

I’m waiting on Joe to cure halitosis, teach dogs to speak and advise me on how to cook a dinner without ever entering, and alas, blowing up my kitchen.

Joe knows. 


17 01 2008

How does one explain the movie TEETH? Man, this one is either going to amuse the hell out of a bunch of folks or piss them off.

Vaginal Dentata Horror?

One can only hope it’s so bad, it’s good.


12 01 2008


For folks like me who love horror movies, Vampira was an icon. When I was a kid, I just couldn’t get enough of the old movies that she would host (and I saw her stuff in reruns).

Of course, she was in Plan 9 From Outer Space.  Now I guess I could tell you she was sexy and naughty in the world of Sandra Dee, which would be accurate, but I think the fun thing about Maila Nurmi was that she did things her own way.

If you don’t remember, You Tube has a whole channel dedicated to her.

Man, Vampira was groovy.

And for horror geeks like me.


So I lift my glass of blood red wine to Vampira.

May she travel well into that good night.

My Love Affair With Richard Matheson

12 12 2007

Yeah, my normal stuff is by the way side this very cold, yet balmy, yet confusing evening.

I’m writing about a love affair of mine that is passionate and filled with so much desire I cannot stand the tingling I feel.

It’s filled with craving of things I cannot write, but I admire.

I love Richard Matheson. I like horror novels like I Am Legend so this is up there with one of the best. It was written 11 years before I was even born and it is extremely timely for the world we live in.

You don’t know him? Yeah you do. Have you seen Duel, the first film of Steven Spielberg?

There is so much more. You may not know his name, but YOU know him.

He wrote I Am Legend in 1954. Yeah, you get the picture. In my second month of blogging, I talked of this of my extreme joy of reading this book. Matheson, Jack Finney, Harlan Ellison

I adore you.

I defer to my younger self:

I Am Legend by Richard Matheson – If you like horror novels, and I do, this one rocks. Who is the bad guy in this novel? Sort of reminds me of what’s going on right now in the world, the isolation, need for social grounding and the fact that nothing appears at it seems.

What I didn’t say almost two years ago is how that this novel deconstructs the vampire myth in a way that, if you like horror novels, will make your throat clench. How it throws away the Romanticism of the undead and knocks it on it’s head because it’s not about eternity, but about survival is just … sweetly horrific.

It’s more than about the undead, it’s about changes in evolution.

It’s about the death of a society, of a generation.

And, it’s about things that wipe out the planet. The Ebola Virus, Aids, War … it’s about the annihilation of our planet  due to things we have no control of.

And how one man must survive.

The claustrophobia in this book, written more than a half a century ago, will make you retreat into your darkest place.  Because it’s just damn well scary.

Man, I’m sure that non-fans will scoff but how sweet, how exquisite I’m making this out to be, cut dangit, it is.

How evil, yet not. See, that’s what this is about. It’s about the human condition during fear and loss of control. It’s about changes in this world. Oh, Richard, you are my idol. I’m so serious.

The novel is about how the one man’s isolation against the apocalypse. It’s about evolution of our species. And, it’s about sometimes we are right.

Then sometimes we aren’t.

Oh, dear, this is sweet. And I’m looking at this novel as we speak.

Now, I haven’t seen the latest movie, but I will say that Vincent Price’s The Last Man on Earth was very much a Vincent Price movie.

Charleton Heston’s The Omega Man was not bad, but not great.

I’m so hoping, Will Smith, because I dig you and I think you are groovy. Please, let this be good. Third time is the charm.


Yes, the book is delicious. Will the third movie honor Richard Matheson’s work?

I hope so. Because Robert Neville is the Holden Caulfield for those of us who love the horror genre.

Mr. Matheson, thanks for changing it up. You are inspirational.



I’ve gushed enough. Whoops.

Now, go here if you are bored by my love of the horror genre. Yeah, I know, I know.

Scary Scene #11 – Pet Semetary

28 10 2007

Squeegee Monkey, the bro-in-law, voted this one as very, very freaked out.

He especially doesn’t like it when cute kid, Gage, asks for folks to come out and “play with him.”

This clip is not for the squeamish of friends of Herman Munster.