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EDM Zombies

Posted in Classic Horror, Science Fiction, Zombies with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 9, 2018 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Return of the Living Dead 5: Rave to the Grave

In Return of the Living Dead 5: Rave to the Grave (2005), an Ecstasy/energy drink drug is synthesized in a college lab from the deadly chemical from the preceding movie (i.e., Return of the Living Dead 4: Necropolis/2005).

Return of the Living Dead 5: Rave to the Grave

It was “discovered” in an oil drum in the attic of the uncle/secret military government dude who originally developed the nerve gas fumes, which reanimates the dead. Must’ve been hard to get the oil drum up into the attic without spilling it all over boxes of old Christmas lights, clothes that seem to shrink with every passing year and family photos that remind you how fat you’ve become.

Return of the Living Dead 5: Rave to the Grave

The easily swallowed pills turn the experimental-drug-taking “free-your-mind” students into even more mindless zombies, just in time for the big Halloween rave. Rave music sucks. It always has. Anybody who thinks it doesn’t is no doubt already brain dead, because you’d have to be to listen to that computerized noise.

Return of the Living Dead 5: Rave to the Grave

But I digress. The big party turns into a brain du jour buffet, with under-grad zombies biting and chewing on whatever is inside the heads of those being bitten, which looks like bubble gum with hair on it. There’s even a zombie rat, that turns out to be a better actor than everyone combined.

Return of the Living Dead 5: Rave to the Grave

One part comedy, one part horror, one hundred parts stupid. No wonder zombie college students want brains — they never had any to begin with.

Demonic Booze ’n Smoke Monster

Posted in Evil, Foreign Horror, Nature Gone Wild, TV Vixens with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 5, 2018 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

AfterDeath

It sucks when you die and then wake up on a deserted beach, cold gray weather, a lighthouse with beams that give you mega migraines, no 7-Elevens™ within sight, and satanic black smoke exploding with a bang all around you. To top it off, there’s a shack-y house nearby with three girls and one lucky guy. They’re dead, too, but don’t care as they’re having sex with their clothes on (is that even legal?), drinking gallons of vodka from an endless supply of bottles, and blasting dumb rave music while they do all of the above. Oh, and there’s a giant sorta electric bubble all around the house and its getting smaller. Time for more vodka!

AfterDeath

Doesn’t take long for one of ‘em to figure out they’re dead and in Hell’s waiting room. But why, oh why are they there? Connecting long-shot dots, all of five people were at an over-capacity nightclub, dancing like idiots, when the roof caved in. All washed up on the beach and took over the abandoned house to party, drink massive amounts of refreshing adult beverages and have clothed sex.

AfterDeath

While this is going on, one girl keeps disappearing and reappearing. Wish I could do that. Then the smartest girl figures out they each did something not cool, which put them in this predicament. Arguments ensure and the one guy yells and curses and ends up on the beach, where the demonic smoke monster has non-consensual relations with the back side of his swim suit area. The girls all think this is funny. It actually kinda is as he’s a loudmouth punk.

AfterDeath

They end up killing holler boy and manage to catch the demon smoke monster in a wooden crate. In order to get it to answer their questions, they douse it with booze. Pffft! — I do the same thing all the time. They discover they’re all screwed and that the sorta electric bubble is gonna put a stop to all their groaning and moaning.

AfterDeath

AfterDeath (2015) is an interesting but kinda confusing horror movie in that you really don’t know what’s going on during the grand finale. Had something to do with one of ‘em needing to go to Heaven before the bubble bursts their bubble, and one going to that…other place. So yeah, you do get to know why the main character is there (I really want to spoil this for you, but I’m feeling charitable today), and while the movie does end rather abruptly, it left one blazing question unanswered: where can one get the crate that never runs out of booze?

Stinky Horror That Doesn’t Stink

Posted in Evil, Scream Queens, Slashers with tags , , , , , , on May 15, 2014 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Reeker

Heading out into the desert to attend a rave (where ALL raves belong), a car load of college kids find themselves stranded out in the middle of nowhere, with a small diner, gas station and motel the only thing around for, I’m guessing, 712 miles. Where did the people go? Why does every bible in the motel have scrawled warnings on every page? Why doesn’t the TV get good reception even though it has cable?

Reeker

Thinking a drug dealer is after him for stealing designer pills that will get him high at the rave (the ONLY way to stand rave music), one guy stands guard that night while the others go do what college kids do when they’re not studying. He hears a noise in a dumpster and opens it to find a bloodied man with half a body. He helps it out and it talks to him and crawls away.

Reeker

Another chick attends an outhouse and smells something really stinky. What she doesn’t know that this isn’t Texas perfume, but the preface for a mysterious man creature cloaked in a ragged black Old Navy™ trench coat with a host of electric power tools used for cutting humans, chopping humans, drilling humans and killing humans.

Reeker

She gets sucked down into the bowels of the outhouse (ick) and the rest are hunted by this Reeker fellow. So the plan is when they smell something really smelly – run! One of the students is blind and has a heightened sense of smell, so bonus. This thing really hits the gas (sorry) when The Reeker and the last two remaining kids meet face to skull. At this point you could say, yeah, what ev. But a clever swerve near the end takes this one to a whole new level.

You’ll come to the same conclusion, but I’ll say it for you: Reeker (2005) doesn’t stink. Heh.