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Sand Zombies

Posted in Classic Horror, Evil, Science Fiction, Zombies with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 1, 2015 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Oasis of the Zombies

Nazi zombies are guarding six million taxable dollars in gold buried in the Sahara Desert. Dune of the Dead – heh.

Robert, an unmotivated college student needing a haircut and a swift kick in the pants, receives word his father just died. The good news is his dad hasn’t turned into a zombie. The bad news is, HE’S DEAD.

Oasis of the Zombies

While reading dead dad’s diaries, Robert learns about the gold and decides to screw his University degree and get rich quick. For me that’d be a tough call: get degree, buy white collar shirt, work in office building, photocopy butt during company parties, or fight off undead Nazi soldiers? That’s pretty much the only thing standing between me and owning everything plus a swimming pool.

Oasis of the Zombies

Time to go shovel shopping! And hey, why not bring a bunch of tasty friends along, just for enjoyment? The Nazombies don’t want anyone taking their gold, because they need it for investment and retirement purposes, eating those that would make off with their stash. Most of this is done off-camera. Great – a zombie movie that doesn’t show zombies applying their only marketable skill.

Oasis of the Zombies (1981) displays too many plot deviations, about 14 too many characters, and horror moments that aren’t shown. Sigh. And I could’ve gotten my laundry done instead of watching this thing in my bathing suit.

Witches Are For Burning

Posted in Classic Horror, Evil, Foreign Horror, Giant Monsters, TV Vixens, Witches with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 7, 2014 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Burn, Witch, Burn

Burn, Witch, Burn (1962) is also known as Night of the Eagle. Kinda hard to determine which movie title is more marketable…NOT.

Burn, Witch, Burn

Imagine the embarrassed look on Norman Taylor’s face when he finds out his wife has been practicing witchcraft. Sure, lots of alternative lifestyle housewives do this, but Norman is a teacher at a prestigious University in England where he hands out failing grades for anyone who believes in that mystical poo poo.

Burn, Witch, Burn

Tansy, his wife, has been using her charms to help her husband succeed and keep evil away. So imagine the other embarrassed look on his face when evil comes knockin’ after he throws all of her talismans in the fire.

Burn, Witch, Burn

Of all the mystical poo poo that goes off the rail, it’s the giant gargoyle eagle on the school’s rooftop that goes after Norman in the hallways, crashing through stuff to peck out his disbelieving eyes that gives one pause. Tansy needs to right this wrong and offers herself up as collateral to whomsoever is causing this hell.

Burn, Witch, Burn

Burn, Witch, Burn (it lives up to one of its titles towards the end) is slow to get moving, but for 1962 there’s some creepy stuff to keep you interested. Like Tansy, for instance. With a name like that, you know this gal’s a real show-stopper.