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Ghost Gossip

Posted in Asian Horror, Foreign Horror, Ghosts with tags , , , , , , , on March 4, 2019 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Tales From The Dead

Tales From The Dead (2008) is an anthology of short ghost stories that will not, in any way shape or form, scare fluids out of you. A young woman passes the time by relating tales from the dead for a hitchhiker, who is also a woman. Since the malls were closed, ghost stories it is. 

The first one revolves around a husband and wife who move into a new home. They also found their son who, now paralyzed, ran away from home some years ago. They don’t care — they’re a happy family once again. The house, as it turns out, is not happy. It’s haunted by really pissy ghosts who used to be alive and used to own the place. Guess who made ’em ghosts? No, you can’t say your own name. 

The second story is about an accountant for the feared Yakuza Gang who decides to get out of the crime biz. A little late to change careers. He was turned into powder — literally. I don’t know how; you’ll have to consult the ghosts. 

The stories pick up steam with the third one, a tale of a middle-aged guy who can’t seem to do anything right. He got fired. He’s out of money. His girlfriend left him. And the darn clock keeps skipping ahead five minutes at a time. It isn’t broken; the time shift was caused by a man who shows up and makes an offer: the dead will pay dearly for just a few minutes of time so that they may peek in on family and friends. 

The man offers Mr. Loser a pile of cash for the few minutes of time he borrowed. All he has to do is sell some time off his life here and there, and he gets plenty of foldin’ money. Sounds like a smart business move. At first, anyway. A young, dead female shows up to warn him to stop selling his time. If you have to guess what happens next, the ghosts are going to be very upset with you. 

The final story ties into the ending, so not gonna spill the polter-beans here. I should just blurt it out as this movie is dull enough that you’ll probably never watch it. Then again, why should I be the one to suffer?

Skeptical About Ghosts

Posted in Classic Horror, Ghosts with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 14, 2017 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

The Skeptic

Bryan Beckett is an attorney whose aunt just died and left him a four-story Victorian house loaded with lots of eBay™-able furnishings. The house also comes with a ghost. Therein lies the problem — Beckett is pragmatic to a fault, refusing to believe in the Loch Ness monster, the Roswell Incident, or spooks and/or spirits. He doesn’t even go to church because he thinks all that God stuff is just plain silly. Ironic how he keeps yelling out “Jesus Christ!” whenever the ghost comes around.

The Skeptic

Beckett moves into the house and hears audible whispers and door scratchings (probably a giant talking rat). He even sees reflections of a ghost woman in mirrors and crumpled up at the bottom of the stairs. These are goon out moments. He later learns the house was willed to a scientific institute that specializes in investigation of the paranormal.

The Skeptic

Having his inheritance yanked from underneath his disbeliefs, Beckett goes to the institute and discovers his aunt was a customer after hearing voices and scratchings herself. But the lab director deals in science fact, not fiction, and easily dismisses the experiences in what Beckett now believes to be a haunted house. And hey, factor in all the medication he’s been taking for chronic insomnia (and delicious wine left in the cellar), and you have a plausible explanation for the spookings. If only drugs and booze were that simple.

The Skeptic

As the paranormal events escalate, Beckett slowly discovers he’s been blocking something so horrifying, he’d pee his pants right now if it wouldn’t be embarrassing in front of the supernaturally pre-disposed chick from the institute. She moves in for a night to see if the place is actually haunted, or if Beckett’s dipstick isn’t quite touching the oil.  Strong dialogue propels the mystery even further, with the vomit-inducing truth coming to his mind’s surface.

The Skeptic

An above average ghost story, The Skeptic (2009), even with its lackluster ending (it needed less Casper/1995, and more Poltergeist/1982), has great reaction shots and enough scare moments to make that which was prone to puckering even more so.

Bogged Down With Ghosts

Posted in Classic Horror, Evil, Ghosts, TV Vixens with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 6, 2015 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

The Marsh

As a successful author of fantasy children’s books, the fetching Claire Holloway keeps having hot flashes about a spooky old house. Searching on the Internet, she finds the domicile of her nightmares in a small town and rents it. Once inside, Claire is visited by a little dead girl that looks like she spent too much time in the bathtub. Then there’s that teenager ghost boy with demon eyes and black gunk dripping out of his mouth. Typical teen.

The Marsh

These visitations are increasing, so she finds a paranormal investigator (most small gossip towns have one) and all steaming heck starts to break loose. The paranormal guy actually sees the ghosts, so any of Claire’s drinking-wine-and-seeing-things is ruled out. As she does her CSI bit, she discovers that years ago two bodies – that of a little girl and a teenage boy – were found in the local marsh, no doubt covered in dirty swamp leaves and bugs.

The Marsh

Back at the haunted house, the killing room re-shapes itself and suddenly becomes a replay of what the heckaroo happened that caused the ghosts to get all ghost-y ’n stuff. Seems some teens were having a party, smoking hard drugs and drinking bottles of the Devil’s Mouthwash (beer, to you outta towners). Two little girls were playing upstairs as the skank chick doing the partying downstairs was SUPPOSED to be baby-sitting. One of the sexually repressed teen boys tries to make out with the skank, but she won’t put out. (Now she decides to get morals?) Dejected and wearing his frustration pants, he goes upstairs to where the little girls are playing and… Take a guess.

The Marsh

A showdown between the ghost and Claire’s repressed memories boils over into a rather generic paranormal confrontation, with lots of blowing wind, yelling and sparks. Ghosts like sparks. The spooks look sufficiently creepy and the scene in the barn with the little dead girl had me believing a big pay-off was coming. Not so much. But hey, now with The Marsh (2005) you have a horror movie you can watch with your mom and not have to explain why girls who take their tops off are so important to the plot.