Archive for August, 2016

Extraterrestrial Hooptie

Posted in Aliens, Godzilla, Science Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 17, 2016 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Arrival

Two trailers and four international ad posters were just released to honk the marketing horn on the upcoming big-budget sci-fi alien invasion movie, Arrival (November 11, 2016). I’m giddy in anticipation, although a bit disappointed in the Uber™ the extraterrestrials use to get to this toilet Earth.

Arrival

Not resembling what we’re used to seeing as a UFO, this spacecraft looks like a giant black potato chip, possible a Pringle™. Or is it Queen Kong’s diaphragm? Or Godzilla’s heel pad to help relieve his nagging plantar fasciitis, a painful condition a result of decades of stepping on sharp edged buildings/screaming citizens? Or perhaps one of those Julep Konjac Cleansing Sponges™ you can get on QVC.com for $12?

Konjac Cleansing SpongeWhile you mull these propositions, here’s what Arrival wants us to buy into…

“When mysterious spacecraft touch down across the globe, an elite team – led by expert linguist Louise Banks – is brought together to investigate. As mankind teeters on the verge of global war, Banks and the team race against time for answers – and to find them, she will take a chance that could threaten her life and quite possibly humanity.”

Arrival

Man, that’s a weak press blurb. How can you address the arrival of aliens without even once mentioning probing? I think the movie’s marketing team needs to do a bit more homework. I suggest starting in the locker room of the YMCA.

District 9

As alien spacecraft go, I’m voting for the one in District 9 (2009). Man, I’d trade my car for one of those sweet rides.

The Death of Radio

Posted in Science Fiction, Zombies with tags , , , , , , , , on August 16, 2016 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Dead Air

Those mean terrorists are at it again, this time coordinating a bio-attack at filled sports stadiums, where people come to drink $15 beers and eat $12 hot dogs to subsidize bloated athlete salaries.

Dead Air

Bumbling the job, a toxin is released from a Thermos™ that should’ve been filled with vodka and orange juice. Once the toxin was sucked into the ventilating system, it was just a matter of time before everyone breathing turned into raving freaks with bleeding eyes, tearing at each other’s throats and ripping each other’s shirts. Yep, sounds like a typical major league sporting event.

Dead Air

Meanwhile, shock jock Logan Burnhardt is on the air, stirring up the airwaves with his own brand of toxicity – his inflammatory retorts. But as the calls come in, he discovers something is not right in his city, and that people are slaughtering each other. Leave it to the TV for validation.

Dead Air

All the other radio stations have switched over to the EBS – Emergency Broadcast System. Not Logan. He wants to be the “voice of reason” while people are calling in and panicking. Logan turns out to be not as tough as his on-air persona, stammering and making upside down faces as he hears all the chaos in the background.

Dead Air

If this sounds familiar, you’re dialed in. It’s almost the same plot as Pontypool (2008), the other disappointing “shock jock on the air while people go nuts” movie. The impression is the entire city is overrun with maniacs (they don’t call ’em zombies), but really, you only see a dozen people attacking a woman, tearing her blouse and exposing her boob. (EBS — Elated Boobie Squeezing. Heh.)

Dead Air

Dead Air (2009) has barely any blood and no entrails being scooped up and worn like steaming scarves, just a lot of angry people with bleeding eyeballs. Slightly better than Pontypool (dumb name for a horror movie), there are dead (sorry) spots that chump the plot’s inertia. That, and all the time spent waiting around for something apocalyptic to happen, and all we get is some moralist pontificating at the end. You can do that on the toilet. And you won’t need a toxin to do it, although high-fiber certainly helps.

Monsters of Rock

Posted in Classic Horror, Evil, TV Vixens with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 14, 2016 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Black Roses

In the gloriously dumb Black Roses (1988), small town Mill Basin is about to get the best argument for Marshall Law (yes, that was an intended pun) when concerts performed by demons posing as a heavy metal band turns teens into parent-snuffing children of darkness.

Black Roses Campy cool rubber monsters, boring movie. And the scene where a young girl takes her blouse off and plays with her own boob has nothing to do with the plot. And yet this solitary act makes the movie better somehow.

Black Roses

Face Without A Face

Posted in Classic Horror, Nature Gone Wild, Science Fiction, Scream Queens, TV Vixens, Zombies with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 12, 2016 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Curse of the Faceless Man

The Faceless Man wasn’t born faceless. He had the geographical misfortune of chillin’ on the villa of Pompeii when the famous volcano blew its load, encasing many taxpayers in searing lava juice that, once solidified, turned them into stone cold stone mummies. This made it impossible for those affected to make boom boom happen in a hygienic method.

Curse of the Faceless Man

Once such stoner was uncovered after being covered since 79 A.D by an Italian farmer. First order of business – kill people, ’cause that’s what mummies do. (Note: Mummies aren’t really good for anything else, so cut ’em some slack.)

Curse of the Faceless Man

The mummy, whose name is Quintillus Aurelius (which is hard to pronounce in any A.D.) stays frozen in time until it’s time to strangle future humans and retrieve a gold brooch or “vintage bling.” (Quick thought – how did the archaeologists figure out his name? Quinty’s wallet must sure be encased in stone as well, yes?)

Curse of the Faceless Man

Q pulls up his hot pockets and goes after Tina, medical researcher Paul Mallon’s fiancée. I can see why – she’s a hot blonde and makes him hard as rock. Heh. But Tina screams and passes out a lot, so it’s very easy for the need-for-snail-speed mummy to pick her up and walk into the ocean for a little skinny dipping.

Curse of the Faceless Man

And here’s where Curse of the Faceless Man (1958) has its best, albeit short, moment: he starts to dissolve when immersed in sea water! Granted, he looks like freshness expired pie dough over-rolled in discount flour. But dang if he doesn’t start turning to Alka-Seltzer™ when the water reaches his swimsuit area. It was either gonna be that or sink to the bottom of the ocean because hey – MADE OF STONE!

Curse of the Faceless Man

The movie moves as slow as Quintillus and the scares come in the form of realizing he’s not the Etruscan gladiator slave he once was, but reduced to nothing more than what the volcano shardded.

Debbie Does Demons

Posted in Classic Horror, Evil, Scream Queens, TV Vixens, Vampires, Zombies with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 11, 2016 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Soulkeeper

Two wisecracking guys work for the mysterious M (ala Charlie’s Angels), “acquiring” stuff for the eccentric rich. They get a freelance assignment to “acquire” the Lazarus Stone, a rock that rocks, meaning, it opens the door between the dead and the living. (Same as the one on the Poggie Tavern.)

Soulkeeper

Before you know it, our heroes are knee deep in stink vampires, stink monsters, stink demons, and smelly hookers, the latter of which they partake as perks of the job. The boys have to get to the L-Stone before this Anti-Jesus does, or else all heck-a-roo will break loose.

Soulkeeper

Double hip, double smart, and dialogue so double sharp, you can cut your hair with it. Too many great one-liners to illustrate here, but there is a great sex scene between one of the guys and Debbie (or “Deborah”) Gibson, giving him an off-screen slobber knobber, and then turns into the guy’s mom. Flippin’ hilarious.

Soulkeeper

If you’re worn out from years of watching sub-grade horror, you should probably rent Soulkeeper (2001). When you do, invite me over so I can watch it again. And would it kill you to have some chips and dip laid out when I get there?

President Wolfman

Posted in Classic Horror, Nature Gone Wild, Werewolves with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 10, 2016 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

President Wolfman

No doubt the scariest horror show these days is the horrific battle for the Presidency during this 2016 election year. Regardless who wins, the outcome is far too frightening to contemplate. So much so, this moved satirist Patton Oswalt to post on Facebook™ (August, 2016): “We are living in a horror movie written by comedians and performed by maniacs using megaphones…”

Too bad politicians aren’t allowed to use machetes and hockey masks.

That said, if you haven’t chosen a side, may I offer a few liberal party alternates: President Wolfman (2012), An American Werewolf in Washington (2013) and the schlock classic, Werewolf of Washington (1973).

President Wolfman

President Wolfman (great title) rigs the election like this: “The President of the United States has been bitten by a werewolf and is loose on the streets of Washington on a killing rampage! This comedy/horror/political satire is also a ‘green movie,’ created entirely out of recycled stock and public domain film footage culled from over one hundred grainy government instructional shorts, classroom education movies, vintage stag reels and features that have fallen out of copyright as well as from the favor of the public.”

Awesomely patriotic.

An American Werewolf In Washington

As for An American Werewolf in Washington, it looks like this is a fan-made fake movie advertisement. Nevertheless, it has my vote.

Werewolf of Washington

Werewolf of Washington, however, is unlike anything you’ll ever see, depicting scenes of the President ripping people apart and sniffing butts. Not Republican butts, though. That’s some big time stinky.

You have your candidates – now stuff it up your ballot box.

Godzilla – King of the Box Office

Posted in Asian Horror, Asian Sci-Fi, Classic Horror, Foreign Horror, Giant Monsters, Godzilla, Nature Gone Wild, Science Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 9, 2016 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Godzilla

According to Variety.com, keeper of box office hits and mrs. (marriage comedies suck), Shin Godzilla (aka, Godzilla: Resurgence) crushed earning projections and stomped its way into a Week #2 win…

Shin Godzilla, Toho’s reboot of its iconic monster franchise, roared to its weekend win at the Japanese box office. It is now projected to finish its run far north of the distributor’s initially forecast $40 million. Reviews from critics have mostly been raves, while fans have been filing into theaters multiple times to pick up the nuances of the dialog-heavy-storyline.”

Dialogue heavy storyline? I didn’t know screaming counted as dialogue.

Too Hard To Translate

Variety.com goes on to say that new entries Kamen Rider Ghost the Movie: The 100 Eyecons and Ghost’s Fateful Moment and Animal Sentai Zuohger the Movie: Heart-Throbbing Circus Panic! were also included to Japan’s Top 10 box office winners for that week.

With movie titles that long, how could they possibly miss?

Rent-Free Ghosts

Posted in Classic Horror, Evil, Ghosts, Slashers with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 8, 2016 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Ghosthouse

Have to give credit to the Italian made Ghosthouse (aka, La Casa/1988). What it short sheets you in acting, dialogue and plot, it’s delightfully gory. Just the opening sequence alone has a slaughtered family cat, a hatchet through the top of dad’s formerly functioning head, and mom getting her face shredded and eye blown out by an exploding mirror before getting her neck sliced into lunch meat. A family slayed together, stays together.

Ghosthouse

That sets up the premise twenty years later of a young Boston ham radio operator and his emotional rollercoaster of a girlfriend intercepting an ominous call for help, along with an eerie cackle over looped spooky music. Using some sort of math he triangulates the signal and it leads them right to the very long-abandoned house the opening sequence murders took place. Seems some grandfathered evil still lives there rent free.

Ghosthouse

Teaming up with some age-similar squatters, they try to Scooby-Doo the crap out of the mystery. At the core of it is eleven year old Henrietta and her demoniacally-possessed jester clown doll. Even though she died all those years ago (locked in the basement and left to starve to death), she still has work to do. This includes showing up on TV with bleeding eyes, popping up in hallways and any one of the house’s 14 bedrooms in blinding white light, and packing around that evil-cackling clown doll.

Ghosthouse

The dialogue is so painful it makes your crevices itch. The acting ranks somewhere between “just graduated from junior high school to “will you please just stop talking?” Thankfully, Henrietta and her demon doll unleash double heck, turning the old mansion into a non-stop parade of haunted house cliches and gore.

Ghosthouse

Other than the entire thing, Ghosthouse’s paranormal activities are outright LOL: a bedroom where toys and pillow feathers encircle a victim as if an indoor tornado; An running unplugged and motor-less fan’s blade coming lose and frisbee-ing a new throat hole in another victim; Floorboards giving way to a bubble bath of thick milky goop that dissolves skin; A melt-y face skeleton wearing a Grim Reaper robe and brandishing a knife. But it was the blood coming out of a bathroom faucet that really put the frosting on this cadaver cake. And if you can get through it, the ending will put a grin on your non-sliced face.

Ghosthouse

Interesting note: The house featured in the film is the same one used in the splatfest The House by the Cemetery (1981). Wonder what it rents for on Zillow™?

Bang A Kong

Posted in Foreign Horror, Giant Monsters, Nature Gone Wild, Science Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 7, 2016 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

King of Kong Island

Word of warning before you run low on brain juice and think watching King of Kong Island (1968) is a good idea: The “king” part is in reference to a overloaded-on-brain-juice mad scientist who operates on gorillas and implants radio transmitters in their heads, presumably to create a legion of monkey butlers. Secondly…THERE IS NO ISLAND!

King of Kong Island

So yeah, misleading as all get out. What this Italian made “horror” movie is turns out to be a slow-moving mess of people spontaneously shooting each other so many times, there’s hardly anyone left by the time it ends.

Kong: Skull Island

What King of Kong Island has (that they barely used) is a 97% naked ape woman (feral kid raised by gorillas), wearing only a loin cloth and long black hair that annoyingly sticks to her boobular area. And she has a Pepsodent™ smile so white, her teeth glow in the direct Nairobi (where this film really was) sunlight. Maybe bananas are natural tooth whiteners. Better go buy some. Bananas come from Nairobi, yes?

Kong: Skull Island

A wasteful way to while away the time until Kong: Skull Island comes out in March, 2017. That one has a real island and a real Kong, that mythic monkey monster in a big-budget/big screen reboot. Just the trailer alone is so awesome, the movie studio should be charging us to watch it.

Cut-up Clowns

Posted in Classic Horror, Evil, Ghosts, Slashers, Zombies with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 6, 2016 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Clowntown

Clown horror has been around as long as there have been clowns. As of late it seems this odd horror sub-genre is making another honk-honk bid for your circus coupons with the imminent release of Clowntown (2016) and the re-boot of Stephen King’s long-winded mini-series, It (2017) and its painted protagonist, Pennywise, a seriously f’d up downtown clown. And if you haven’t seen it, check out Eli Roth’s Clown (2016). That one is double f’d up – in a good way.

Ckown / It

Clowntown, arriving September 2016 on all formats (except eight-track), goes to the hoop with this: “This is story of a group of friends who get stranded in a seemingly abandoned town and find themselves stalked by a gang of violent psychopaths dressed as clowns. It is loosely inspired by the clowns who terrorized Bakersfield, California, in 2014.”

Killer Klowns / The Funhouse

Cleaver / Clownhouse / The Last Circus

I heard about that Bakersfield thing and thought it was a publicity stunt for a traveling circus. Unfortunately, it was for real – the clowns were running around scaring people. Those juvenile jesters should get the death penalty, or worse – a frowning of a lifetime.

100 Tears / Stitches / Sick

Mr. Jingles / Scary or Die / Clownstrophobia

My first exposure to prime time clowns came in the form of Bozo The Clown, a Saturday morning kid’s show icon. Never bought into his business model as I couldn’t understand why a grown man would put on a day-glo fright wig, paint his face white, and have a rubber ball for a nose. Then I discovered beer and answered my own question.

Final Draft / Mockingbird / Killjoy

I’ve seen a lot of horror clown movies and they’re all pretty much the same and can be put in the slasher category. Some of them are memorable (the Killjoy series), The rest hit and miss. Mostly miss.

Dead Clowns / Circus of the Dead

But for my carnival cash there are only two clowns that rock my world. First up is the super scary Twisty, from the fourth season American Horror Story: Freak Show. He’s so f’d up, he’ll make you crap someone else’s pants.

Twisty

But for pure hilariousness, I’m going with Down-O: The World’s Most Depressed Clown. The kicker: He can only get it up when a chick hits him in the face with a pie. To call that less than brilliant would be a huge injustice. (FYI: No photo provided as Down-O doesn’t like getting his picture taken. But trust me, it’s funnier than a rubber nose.)