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Moonshine Mountain (1964)

image The late 50's and early 60's saw an emergence of Exploitation sub genres. Some weirder and more random than others. Many low-budget directors indulged in various types of Exploitation, very few of them being known for one in particular. And while Herschell Gordon Lewis is mostly known for the gore film, he was always one to go back and forth and experiment with many subjects besides graphic violence. Today, we're going to talk about a Hixploitation flick from good 'ol H.G. called Moonshine Mountain.

It's now the mid-60's, and Herschell Lewis has already been there and done that with friend and producer, David F. Friedman, with some roughies, Nudie Cuties and of course, the Gore, which together, they both pioneered. Recently split up with Friedman, Herschell heads down to South Carolina to exploit a subject he seems to be pretty fond of. The South. Not just the South, but hicks, rednecks, country bumpkins, and their way of life, their attitudes, their ignorance, and their moonshine-fueled shenanigans. It's no surprise Herschell would make a movie like this so soon after Two Thousand Maniacs, as it was by far the best and most profitable thing he had been involved with up to this point. And what better way to capitalize on his pride and joy than to make a similar movie without the gore, or anything else that made it worth watching?

Yeah. It feels like Two Thousand Maniacs, at times. But this definitely ain't no Two Thousand Maniacs! And to be blunt. Moonshine Mountain ain't shit. This movie is about a country singer named Doug Martin. A city slicker, who is looking to live out in the sticks for a while, and maybe get to know some of the locals so that some of their hickishness rubs off on him, which might add a little authenticity to his lyrics. You got to admire the man's ambition. After getting knocked out and robbed (for the lack of a better word) by a local idiot, Doug stumbles upon a backwoods clan who don't seem to do much of anything except sing, drink and cut up. And that's pretty much all that goes on in this movie. Everyone is over the top in their Southern ways. A little like Gomer Pyle, but not awesome.

image You may recognize the patriarch of this family as the man who played Mayor Buckman from Two Thousand Maniacs. Always a pleasure to see the human version of Foghorn Leghorn in anything. The always likable Jeffrey Allen makes this movie just a little easier to sit through. Another returning actor from previous H. G. Lewis films is Gordon Oas-Heim of Color Me Blood Red Fame. Credited under the name of his role from said movie, Oas-Heim plays the drunken, no good Mayor who is in no way above murder or rape. And hell bent on keeping away Revenuers. If not for him, there really wouldn't be a story at all.

Not so Fun Fact: When Herschell Gordon Lewis saw how many kids were in the audience of the Moonshine Mountain premiere, he rushed into the projection booth and cut out some of the more questionable moments in the movie (including the rape), which have still yet to be restored. I hope it was worth it, Herschell.

I'm not exactly sure what brought on this Hixploitation thing in the first place. Possibly the popularity of The Beverly Hillbillies and Green Acres. I say that mainly because these types of films seem to draw humor from making a joke out of Southerners. Herschell's efforts are no different, whether they were intentional or not. His admiration for the Southern way does shine through, but he does have a way of making them look like a bunch of tards at the same time. A love letter to the hicks or not, still expect the same lame, badly timed jokes you'd see in any of this yankee's other movies. Moonshine Mountain is probably worthless to most, but for a Herschell Gordon Lewis completist ike myself, this here shitty movie is a must. 4/10

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Birdemic: A Fowlsploitation Abomination

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Bad Horror movies have always been an enigma. They're unlike bad movies from any other genre. Mainly due to the unexpected followings some of them acquire. A lot of the pre-70's stuff is bad simply because they're boring and slow. Most of us can agree on this. Later on, in the 70's through the 80's, we're showered with lovable, so bad it's good schlock such as Blood Freak and Basket Case. The golden age. Somehow, over the years, true, unintentional schlock was lost. Movie fans changed, Filmmaking changed. Real, old school Schlock would be mainly something only the bottom of the barrel would eventually offer in the era of Sub Rosa Studios. B-movies didn't exactly die. They merely went dormant for a while. By the late 90's and onward, most so bad, it's good Horror flicks worth mentioning were usually bad on purpose. Some may think genuine schlock is indeed dead. And it's easy to think that. But today, we're going to explore a film that very well may disprove that theory. A film overlooked by many. A (possible) joke appreciated by few. Was it intentional, or did it just end up like that? I honestly cannot say. This is Birdemic. A true enigma.

In our modern times, most Horror movies THIS bad are indeed that way for a laugh. It's just obvious. Sometimes, they try to be clever about it, but it's just not the same. Birdemic is really the only one I've seen in a long time that's made me wonder. This movie doesn't at all come off like it's trying to be the next Troll 2. Which is exactly what helps make it comparable to such a film. Writer/director, James Nguyen's vision seems more along the lines of a lesson in green living than intentional schlock. The agenda is loud and clear. Pollution is ruining our planet. But more importantly, it's pissing off all the birds.

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What mainly makes this film so bad is the acting which is complimented by the innocent, unassuming nature of the characters. It's all kind of Leave It To Beaver. With the combination of the wooden acting and flavorless, straight-laced characters, Something seems very fucked about all of this from the get go. As this basic storyline unfolds, we witness a blossoming romance between an ambitious software salesman and a lingerie model. Rod and Nathalie are nice, normal, young adults, living in Hollywood. They have bright futures. They enjoy going out on dates together. They have good heads on their shoulders. They're also very polite. And that is about all we learn about these characters and Birdemic after sitting through the first half. I hope you enjoy the horrid acting and pathetic excuse for character development, because they use it to put off the arrival of the CGI-birds for a good 45 minutes with no hint of what's to come. Finally, while on a weekend getaway, all heck breaks loose as a bunch of angry, mutated CGI-birds decide everyone needs to die. And when I say CGI-birds, I mean really, really bad ones. CGI anything was never something I had an appreciation for until I saw this film. I now believe that CGI violence/creatures in horror is only a good thing if it looks ridiculous. Birdemic made me a believer.

image Rod and Nathlie, along with some freshly orphaned children, make their way out of the madness, using their wit and sweet guns which seem to never need reloading. Along the way, they run into new friends who give them not so cleverly placed lessons in living green for a healthier tomorrow, as well as keeping the birds happy and the gas prices down. Yeah. I'm pretty sure that guy just implied that these disgruntled birds have somehow made gas prices soar to $100 a gallon. Okay. I'm officially lost...

I really didn't expect to like this movie in the least. And never had plans to watch it until a fan convinced me to give it a shot. And I'm glad I did. At times, it almost comes off like a subtle parody of those abysmal SYFY movies. Well, that and a lousy homage to Hitchcock's The Birds. New schlock, whether it's intentional or not, usually lacks the charm of the old ones. But there is plenty of that old charm intact, which makes it all quite lovable. As dumb as it may be. I would go so far as to say that Birdemic is one of the all-time great bad Horror movies. Or atleast should be known as such. Just random little mysteries make this a head scratching good time. Like why do the Eagles, Vultures and Seagulls all make the same sound? Why did they cast an 80 year old to play the role of Nathalie's mother? Is James Nguyen fucking with our heads, or was he genuinely trying to make a nice movie about nice people, while pleading with us to treat our planet better? At times, it seems as though this was one big joke, and a very well planned one if it was. Other times, I'm not so sure. I couldn't help but listen to Nguyen's audio commentary on the dvd for some clues as to whether this is all for realz or not, and I'm happy to announce that he sounded positively oblivious to the fact that he made a bad movie. I'm not saying I believe him. Just saying. I guess it doesn't matter in the end, because whether he knows it or not, James Nguyen is keepin' it real! 7/10

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Scarred: The History Of Truth or Dare

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As we all know, low-budget Horror can be very hit or miss. Sure. Plenty of B-movies are entertaining without actually being quality films. Quality isn't always an easy thing to come by, or necessary. But there are low-budget Horror directors who can not only pull off a crazy, entertaining B-movie, while rising above their meager budget. Today, we're going to talk about a guy named Tim Ritter, and more specifically, his Truth Or Dare series. Despite most of his work being "micro-budget", his little movies always have a great script, entertaining actors, even if some of them can't act for shit, and of course, a lot of heart, as a love for the Horror genre always shines through. His movies may not even get theatrical releases, but one thing is clear. Tim Ritter knows what he's doing.

image Following in the footsteps of fellow Florida filmmaker, Herschell Gordon Lewis, Ritter always offers plenty of trashy violence and gore. But not without substance. Ritter's films have a reoccurring theme that started with the original Truth Or Dare? Cheating wives and the unexpected damage they can do. That's what these Truth Or Dare movies are mainly based on. In this first installment, We begin with Mike Strauber, a decent, normal guy, heading home from work to find his wife getting it on with another man. At first, Mike seems heartbroken just like any normal guy in his situation. But underneath his heartbreak, lies madness and an urge to harm himself and others. Along with a life long obsession with a game called Truth Or Dare? Mike takes a camping trip out in the woods, but picks up a hot, young hitchhiker on the way. As the two sit by a campfire, they start a game which ends with Mike pulling his own tongue out. As we discover the girl never existed, we also discover Mike has completely lost it. Now put away in the looney bin, Mike is eventually let out on good behavior, and ends up murdering his wife's lover. before he knows it, Mike is back in the looney bin. But these idiots can't keep seem to keep track of him. Mike makes himself a copper mask after disfiguring his own face, and once again bolts to go on a killing spree in style.

A couple years earlier, Tim Ritter had made an anthology called Twisted Illusions. One of the segments, which was entitled "Truth or Dare?", was the inspiration for this movie. Personally, I've always found the copper mask a bit silly, as it makes this movie seem a bit too much like a poor man's Halloween, and Mike Strauber a poor man's Michael Myers. Truth or Dare? is definitely no Halloween, but it's still damn good and is a totally respectable low-budget film that is very easy to get sucked in to. It's far from Ritter's most entertaining work, but most would agree that this is his all around best movie. 6/10

Fast forward to 1994, and Tim Ritter only has one more film (Killing Spree) under his belt. And that was years ago. Obviously, funding isn't as easy to come by as it once was, because we have officially entered S.O.V. territory. Wicked Games was shot on video. The new title is apparently due to a movie that came out not too long beforehand, which starred Madonna, entitled Truth or Dare. Just to avoid confusion, I guess. This sequel also does not star the same actor who played Mike Strauber. Wicked Games barely involves the character at all. Like all Truth or Dare sequels, Ritter dances around the legend of the copper masked killer without actually making him a major part of the story.

image Wicked Games begins much like the original. A guy named Gary (who looks and sounds like Dante from Clerks) has just caught his wife in the act. Unlike Mike, who ran off to have a cry, Gary pulls out a gun right then and there and forces his wife and her lover to finish their fuck session. He taunts them, intimidates them, but ultimately leaves to go get drunk. He doesn't seem quite as fragile as Mike did. Later, Gary pays his friend Dan Hess a visit, looking for a place to stay for a while. Dan is hanging out with a woman played by the same actress as Gary's cheating wife, which is weird, but just go with it. Gary explains his situation, and Dan takes him in. Later on, a string of murders take place. And it's discovered that all the victims were spouses in the act of cheating. Dan, who is a doctor at Mike's loony bin, is already starting to think something is up with Gary. But when he discovers that Gary is actually Mike's cousin, it looks very possible that he may be the second coming of the copper masked killer.

Regardless of who the killer in this movie turns out to be, it's clearly none other than Joel D. Wynkoop under that mask. Wynkoop, who plays Dan Hess, as well as quite a few more colorful characters in many of Tim Ritter's films. For far better examples of how vital Wynkoop was to Ritter's success, check out Dirty Cop No Donut (1999) and Creep (1995), which are both far better than Wicked Games. This second installment leaves a little to be desired in several areas. But any fans of Ritter's superior movies, or unusual 90's S.O.V might want to give this a chance. 4/10

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Fast forward to 1998, and Tim Ritter has now made his third installment of what is now known as the Truth Or Dare trilogy. Once again, avoiding Mike Strauber, but basing everything on his actions from the first movie. We relive one little moment which sets the stage for this bleak sequel called Screaming For Sanity. We witness Strauber's escape from the looney bin, where he drives off, not looking where he's going, Mike plows through a woman pushing a baby carriage, destroying them both. And as we now find out, this incident also destroyed the mind of the woman's husband, as he's been in and out of the looney bin ever since. And we now learn he is, once again, being released into society. But there's more to this story. Not too long ago, Dr. Dan Hess ruined his own career when he took liberties and decided to beat the hell out of Mike Strauber, which he got caught for, and was fired, disgraced, and now lives with suicidal tendencies, hallucinations, along with a gnawing guilt, because it was because of him that Strauber originally escaped and killed that mother and child.

https://oldies.scdn5.secure.raxcdn.com/i/boxart/simu/11/96/674945119693.jpg?v=6 This damaged widower is still far too fragile to be free, and is hanging by a thread. Hearing about Mike Strauber's new found celebrity status, and obsessive female following, has pretty much done it for him. That as well as some influence from someone with their own agenda, has made him snap. There is now a new copper masked killer, whose mission is to decimate anyone trying to capitalize financially off Strauber's notoriety. But things always seem to go back to Dan Hess, as his girlfriend has been kidnapped, and he's just about ready to finally get his shit together and put an end to this Truth or Dare? madness once and for all.

Once again, shot on video, Screaming For Sanity doesn't really wrap up this series much at all, as we still have no real closure when it comes to the original copper masked killer. These first two sequels are no masterpieces, but for 90's S.O.Vs, they're pretty good, and far from dull, with a somewhat haunting tone, which has a lot to do with composer, R.M. Hoopes, who has done the score for many of Ritter's films over the years. One thing that I've always found odd about these sequels is the new mask, which Mike, as well as his copy cats, now wear. I'm not sure what the point is in changing the mask, as we all remember what the original one looked like. Although, it's a sweet mask, so, whatever. 5/10

And for years, this series would be known as a trilogy. A fourth Truth or Dare? movie is not something I ever expected to happen, or really ever saw as necessary. After Screaming For Sanity, Tim Ritter made a few more movies, culminating in 2004's Reconciled Through The Christ. A tame, Christian-themed movie, with little to no Horror, which was inspired by his new found faith. A film which was to be Ritter's last, at least for a while, as he had moved up to Kentucky, and no longer had access to his usual Florida cast and locations, and was planning on concentrating on writing novels from then on out. If this had been IT for him, that would have been one hell of a sad way of ending things, in my opinion. After year had gone by, I had given up on the idea of Ritter ever making another movie. And if he ever returned to directing, would any future projects be nothing more than watered down Christian movies? Fuck, I hope not!

Fast forward to 2011, and Mr. Ritter has finally returned to directing. And would you believe this guy is throwing yet another Truth Or Dare movie at us? I would have much preferred a Killing Spree or Dirty Cop sequel, but I'll take what I can get, because I really thought this guy was done. Welcome back, Tim Ritter! You were missed!

image 13 years have passed since Screaming For Sanity. Deadly Dares: Truth Or Dare IV is different than any past Ritter movie. This is very much a new flavor and a new beginning. No more Florida, no more Wynkoop, no more looney bin. But plenty of violence and twists. This story, which is even further removed from that of the original, drags us into the 2010's, as it mostly revolves around the internet. Deadly Dares is about a boring loser named Tunor who has a red nose, and just got fired and broken up with by his girlfriend for being a boring loser. Depressed and looking for something new to take his mind off his woes, Tunor gets involved with a young girl over the internet. Dara is obsessed with legendary serial killer, Mike Strauber as well as playing cyber-truth or dare. Tunor, eager to impress, agrees to anything she dares him to do. At first, it's silly shit like sipping water out of the toilet with a straw, and spraying bleach in his eyes, but before he knows it, Tunor is being dared to go out and hurt people and film it, which eventually leads to murder. Tunor gets very into this, as it provides a rush he's never experienced, and hope for a brighter future. He even goes so far as to paint his face copper when fulfilling dares. Whatever it takes to keep this girl wet, Tunor is up for it. But when Dara dares him to go to Florida to break Mike Strauber out of the looney bin, things take quite an unexpected turn.

Deadly Dares is just different. That's all there is to it. It's good, but doesn't feel like much of a Tim Ritter movie. Maybe because it was shot on digital video, and and lacks that trashy B-movie feel. The Kentucky setting and cast is just something that doesn't feel right, as it takes away from that Ritter vibe we're so used to. And ultimately, it just lacks that special something that most post-2000 B-Horror flicks lack. Nobody's fault, really. It's simply a different time. Deadly Dares comes off more like a fan film. A tribute to this long running series. I liked it, but perhaps I'm not a big enough fan of these movies to love it. But well worth a watch for anyone who missed the Ritter. 5/10

Love his movies or hate them, no one can deny that Tim Ritter has left his mark on the Horror genre, and especially underground Horror. A truly underrated director with plenty of interesting stories to tell, who's never really got to show us what he was capable of due to such tiny budgets. But always made the most of what he had. And as we approach the 30th anniversary of the original Truth Or Dare, I am pleased to announce that yet another installment is on its way, and I assume will be released later this year. I don't know much about it, but it will feature the return of Joel D. Wynkoop as Dr. Dan Hess, and as usual, will have very little to do with the original copper masked killer. what is in store for this series 30 years later? Well, I guess all that's left to say is to be continued...

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Shot-On-Shiteo: Comfort Food

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Comfort food can come in many forms. Music, drugs, even food itself. My comfort food has always been bad Horror films. One bad Horror film in particular has been a comfort to me above all others. A shot-on-video cheesefest, made in 1986 and distributed by Troma, called Redneck Zombies. And this isn't just any old 80's S.O.V. This 'un's special. You can just tell how much thought was put into making this a fun movie, and how much fun the cast and crew must have had. It's so stupid, so cheap looking, yet, so amazing at the same time. Redneck zombies really captures the Troma feel more so than any other "Non-Kaufman". And even more so than some Lloyd Kaufman himself directed.

image But let's back up a little. The year is 1999, and I rent Redneck Zombies for the first time. And I am not one bit amused. Although, it was a step up from the only other two S.O.Vs I had seen. That being Blood Lake and Violent Shit. In all fairness, this was the R-rated version I saw, which might as well have been PG. Something I didn't realize for many years. Even aside from the misplaced gore and fuckedupness. my brain wasn't quite ready for the genius level of retardation Redneck Zombies had to offer. It wasn't until 2008 when I bought the unrated Tromasterpiece DVD which was packed with extras, that this pefect shit storm finally won me over. Although, it took quite a few viewings to convince me. And now, 8 years after that, and possibly 100 viewings later, I am ready to admit that Redneck Zombies is good. Actually, I would go so far as to say Rednecl Zombies is God!

I'll get to the story in a minute. But first, what exactly is a redneck? An ignorant, white asshole, possibly living in a rural area? Yeah. Something like that. I always found it funny that the people in this movie who turn into zombies are more on the hillbilly side, with some white trash thrown in. Not so much rednecks. Atleast we never get to see that side of their personalities. But they did get the zombie part right... Or at least close enough.

image Somewhere, out in the sticks, Tyrone the soldier is hauling a barrel of toxic waste. But when he burns his finger on a joint that he's trying to share with a dog, he accidentally has a wreck, and said barrel tumbles on down a hill. Not sure what happened to that dog, as he seemed to vanish right before this happens, never to be seen again. Some lardass "redneck" sees the barrel, and decides it's his. Proving so with a gun he pulls on Tyrone. As Tyrone hightails it, four more rednecks, the Clemsons, all pull guns on Ferd and run his fat ass off. So, now the barrel belongs to Jed Clemson and his boys, who just happen to make the best moonshine this shithole town has to offer. Jed and his idiot boys ponder on what this barrel could be for a while, and come to the conclusion that it's a still. And if not, then, they're perfectly willing to use it as one. And that's exactly what they do.

image Meanwhile, we got a group of campers looking for a nice spot with a pond to piss in. Wilbur leads this pain in the ass group of friends, who don't really seem to know or like each other too well, deep into the woods, as the Clemson family prepare their new batch of 'shine that they're convinced will fuck everyone up nicely. How right they are. And as the Clemsons try it out, they soon realize This stuff packs one hell of a buzz, which, of course, leads to death, which leads to resurrection, which leads to a craving for human flesh. And all of that leads to a lot of gore, and dark, slapstick humor, as well as some unusually surreal moments possibly only there to confuse us city folk.

When things aren't so great, my chosen comfort food isn't always Redneck Zombies. But when I dust off this magnificent P.O.S. off a couple times a year, it never fails to put a smile on my face. And it never gets old. Little hearwarming qualities like the obvious change in seasons in a single scene, to the drunk guy who is never acknowledged, to the bad spoofing of The Beverly Hillbillies. Even witnessing this trainwreck for the 1,000th time, it will probably still not get old. Redneck Zombies is more than just another shot-on-video abomination from the 80's. More than just another bad Troma movie. Redneck Zombies is one of a kind. God-like comfort food. 10/10

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Izzy: Portrait Of A Fucked Up Bitch

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The 2000's was a decade where the Horror genre finally dusted itself off and decided to finally redeem itself. Some films went on to become legendary. Some, not so much. Surprisingly, this one really flew under the radar when it came out. Around the time movies like Haute Tension were getting so much notoriety, poor li'l Sick Girl went very much unnoticed, and as far as I know, has yet to find its audience. Today, we're gonna talk about how great this film is, and why it deserves more attention. As far as I'm concerned, this low-budget film is one of the bright spots of the 2000's. A tragic story with some very dark humor, and really no moral to speak of. Just a bunch of torture and senseless, gory killings by a very disturbed young lady.

image Izzy likes to kill. Not only that, but she's also kind of a badass, well schooled in self defense, which comes in handy when obtaining her prey. Izzy is a frustrated chick. She has to take care of her prissy little brother because the parents, whom we never learn much about, are dead. Izzy also misses her older brother, who is away, fighting in Iraq. Izzy has a massive hardon for big brother, so, she REALLY misses him. The only help Izzy and little brother get is from an old friend of their parent's, Barney, some fat biker guy, played by one hell of a bad actor. Any scenes involving fat biker guy are awkward. Little brother gets bullied at school. Izzy jumps at the chance to defend him, and takes it much farther than one would expect. She kidnaps all three of the tormentors, sits them down and gives them a little therapy session to try and find out why they're such assholes, and then decides to intimidate them into killing each other, until one is left, whom she takes back to the barn where she's keeping a couple others she's kidnapped for play time. She does a pretty good job of hiding play time from little brother and Barney. Play time includes such games as Izzy cutting some guy's dick off, and ass raping some chick with it. Meanwhile, The little kid gets his arm broke and then turned into a Bonzai tree. Looking back, the little asshole got off light.

image Izzy seems like a fairly decent person, at times. And at one point, she may have been. But something went wrong at some point, and she just snapped. Could it be the pressures of having no parents and being mother to her brother? Or does she miss her other brother so much that her only way of coping with this is to inflict suffering and destroy life? Maybe all of that plus the fact that her only friend is a boring chunk of shit whom she inherited from the parents. Izzy is bored, lonely and frustrated. She loves her little brother and would do anything to protect him. So, some decency does remain but her little hobby does shine through, at times, as she gives advice on how to fight dirty and giving deadly weapons as gifts. Even though she may mean well, it becomes obvious that she is becoming a destructive influence. But there is just no way around that.

For anyone into senseless cruelty and unflinching scenes of torture, Sick Girl should quench your sweet tooth. this truly is a film male and female Horror fans alike could agree on. The character of Izzy is sort of like a funny version of Juno who is more like Dexter. Izzy is as sadistic as they come, yet, has nothing but loyalty and good intentions when it comes to family. A quality which manages to not soften this somewhat likeable character in the least. A character that very much deserves to be seen again in a sequel. I hope Sick Girl someday gains the following she deserves. Then, maybe she'll come out of hiding and wreak more havoc on the world. 6/10

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Shatter Dead (1994)

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While they are few and far between, interesting horror movies from the 90's do exist. After many pointless sequels and micro-budget abominations in the late 80's, the genre bottomed out and by the 90's, anything worthwhile, low-budget or mainstream alike, was a rarity. Over the years, I've come across overlooked films that may have flown under the radar, mostly from the first half of the decade, and mostly micro-budgeted unknowns that most Horror fans wouldn't even consider giving a chance. Back in the mid-90's, when I was still renting movies the old fashion way, I came across a film called Shatter Dead. Looking at the cover, I realized immediately it was something different. The tagline "God Hates You" was also a good indication of this. So, I rented it, and despite being a somewhat terrible, inept, shot-on-video movie, there was just something about it that I found fascinating. Something surreal, and original. Even hypnotic at times. And now, 20 years later, after seeing just about every S.O.V. Horror flick the 80's had to offer, I'm fairly positive there has never been anything like shatter Dead, before or since.

image A bit artsy, with a dark, slightly sacreligeous tone, Shatter Dead is a different approach to the Zombie story than what we were used to at the time. But first things first. In the beginning, we are treated to a hot, lesbian sex scene between a human and an Angel, which is cut short as we are now seeing the world 17 months later. The aftermath, so to speak. One can only figure this out by reading the back of the box, as the movie gives us no indication, but the Angel on human, lesbian fun we had witnessed angered God so much that he has taken away human's ability to die. I mean, they still die, but the soul remains no matter what. The world is now in panic and chaos. People are divided. Some see this curse as a gift of immortality and embrace it. Others, not so much. Some still view the gift of life as something that should be held on to at all costs, even when death is no longer the end. The living dead are not zombies. They are unfortunates, a nuisance, often victims, and sometimes a menace. There is no epidemic. But there is also no hope.

image Susan, some badass bitch who never smiles, is trying to make her way home to her boyfriend, but keeps on getting caught up in living dead bullshit. Susan has no tolerance for these "people" and frankly, is just looking for a reason to blow one away. After setting one on fire for trying to steal her gas, she gets her car stolen by some pro-death radical group led by some old bastard called "The Preacherman". The resilient Susan soon steals herself another car off a corpse, only to be forced to stay in a boarding house for the living due to a nationwide curfew. Susan meets some odd, but interesting characters in this surreal environment. Some hit on here, some want her soap, but all Susan is interested in is getting some sleep. Unfortunately, all hell breaks loose as Pericles Lewnes and Howard Stern (The New Order) go on a rampage. A frustrated Susan bails, and avoids becoming part of the bloodbath. now, once again, on her way to her boyfriend, Susan very well may regret her final destination once she gets arrives.

Here's a movie I doubt will ever get the recognition it deserves. Shatter Dead certainly has its fans, but said fanbase would mostly be within that of Sub Rosa, or just people who actively search for the obscure and unique. Dawn of The Dead, it isn't. I wouldn't even call it a remotely good movie, although, that's mostly due to the tiny budget which shows quite often. However, those of us willing to look past the many obvious flaws, might notice something worthwhile underneath it all. Something dark, something unusual. Indescribable qualities rarely captured. Director, Scooter McCrae's apocalyptic vision, along with Stark Raven's unintentionally funny portrayal of the indifferent sourpuss, Susan, makes this 90's Z-grade sorta-zombie flick very much worth seeking out. 6/10

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Henry: Portrait Of A Serial Killer (1986)

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80's Horror is an unusual thing. While it may not be particularly known for its quality, it is the favorite decade of many. Possibly most. After so many amazing Horror films thrown at us in the 70's, like The Exorcist and Halloween, the genre became much bigger and profitable than anyone ever thought. However, the quality of the 70's gave away to the quantity of the 80's. This decade was mostly about "fun" Horror. Cheesy sequels and ripoffs. And a hell of a lot of them. Technically, more bad than good came from this decade. And even a lot of the good ones aren't even technically all that great. Just fun. But there are of course exceptions. One of which is a creepy, gruesome little film which was based on real life serial killer, Henry Lee Lucas, and brought to life with a stone cold performance by the now legendary Michael Rooker. Henry: Portrait Of A Serial Killer is quality 80's Horror.

About a drifter, and ex-convict who's handy work we see scattered out all over Chicago. Female corpses. Victims of stabbings, shootings and strangulations. We catch a glimpse of Henry in a diner, making conversation with a waitress before paying. No one would suspect a a monster within this normal looking man is responsible for the carnage. A monster which needs to inflict suffering and end as many lives as possible, in order to deal with whatever pain and rage is going on deep inside. Not only does Henry need to kill, but he happens to be very good at it, as well as good at not getting caught. And he's about to pass on a few of his secrets to a friend. A dumbass motherfucker, but an eager one.

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While in town, Henry has been staying with his friend Otis, who's sister, Becky, is in town for a visit. Naive chick with stupid hair quickly takes to Henry, and loses no interest at all once Otis informs her that Henry killed his abusive, whore mama some years ago. Otis has the habit of making things far more awkward than they need to be by flirting with his sister, while playfully picking at her in a brotherly way. He seems white trash enough to take the flirting and grabbing a step or two further. But Henry has her back and puts Otis in his place fairly quick, which pretty much does it for Becky. She is officially crushing on this serial killer. Later on, Henry and Otis go out for a beer and some hookers. Henry gets a little carried away and snaps both their necks. A little freaked out, Otis, at first, has a problem with this, but after Henry giving him a good talking to, Otis now realizes that murder is not that big of a big deal. And after a couple more pep talks, Otis is ready to start killing, himself. Well, that was easy enough

image Henry and Otis go on a bit of a spree. Henry is generous with his knowledge. The obnoxious Otis isn't much of a thinker, and seems to discard most of the advice given. However, he soon gives us the impression that he may be a little sicker than even Henry. He just lacks skill and patience. As the killing continues, Otis' big mouth and dumb ass weighs on Henry's nerves. Although, Otis mostly knows when to shut up, as Henry is a bit on the intimidating side. But one night, after way too many beers, and after a lingering hardon for the sister catches up with him, Otis may finally be getting on Henry's last nerve.

image Loosely based on the infamous sick fuck, Henry Lee Lucas, this movie is actually far less gruesome than the truth. Like Michael Rooker's portrayal, Lucas did in fact kill his abusive whore mama. And he was a drifter who avoided getting caught for a long time due to always moving. And he did have a friend named Otis, who had a little sister named Becky, who was actually far younger than the fictional version. The real Henry was big on necrophilia, and once apprehended, Lucas gave the cops one last middle finger by confessing to hundreds of murders. Many of which have been proven false. Because of Henry Lee Lucas, many murders will most likely go unsolved.

Henry: Portrait Of A Serial Killer is a unique Horror film. Low key with very few characters, whom we really don't ever get to know at all. The outside world, including the authorities, seem to be completely detached from the story. These aren't killers from society's point of view. These are killers. One of them, cold, quiet and focused. The other one, a buffoon, who adds some much needed comedy relief, but also makes it impossible to see Henry as the bad guy that he really is. Both Michael Rooker and Tom Towles put on brilliant performances, and work very well together. Their interactions makes this film far more entertaining than one would expect from from a film with such creepy subject matter. The comedy relief is subtle and seperate enough to not get in the way. Making this one of the most effective and memorable straight up Horror films from the 1980's. 9/10


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Silent Night, Garbage Night

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Maybe it's just me, but I see nothing wrong with making a movie with a below average run time. It can even make the experience much more bearable. Not every movie needs to be 90 plus minutes. If you've seen the half assed first sequel to legendary 80's Slasher, Slient Night Deadly Night, then, you know what I'm getting at, here. Silent Night Deadly Night Part 2 absolutely did not need to happen. Even if good ideas were had, it was fine the way they left things. But even with a lack of good ideas, or ideas in general, Silent Night Deadly Night Part 2 happened. And despite its flaws and stupidity, nobody can take that away from it.

This one Elephant in the room of an issue that comes to mind first is the fact that the first 40 or so minutes mostly consists of flashback after flashback from the first movie. Not actual flashes, mind you. But full scenes givng us a detailed account of what happened in the first movie. This is Filler City, friends. Pretty shameless. But thanks for the reminder, anyway, I guess. But hey. Atleast it was a good movie they're showing us. It just wasn't this one.

image The little brother of the killer from the first movie is all grown up and already in an insane asylum. He's not like Billy. Ricky's kind of a dick, on top of being a killer. Even though he was an infant way back when their parents got murdered, Ricky claims to remember the entire thing. His mother getting raped and everything, I guess. So, he eventually headed down the same road as Billy, with his own killing spree. Personally, I think he's just a dick. But Ricky is having a session forced upon him by a court-appointed therapist. Relunctant and hostile, Ricky finally caves in and tells his story. But not after telling Billy's story in great detail. So, Billy's story made Ricky fucked up. He eventually got adopted out of the orphanage by a normal couple, who did a decent job of raising him. But somewhere, things went wrong. The demons of a past that really shouldn't affect him, are affecting him, anyway. And one day, Ricky snapped, and did a little killing of his own. And if he gets his way, he'll do a little more before his story is over.

Unnecessary, but damned entertaining, if you ask me, the muscle bound Eric Freeman is pretty ridiculous as Ricky. He has a weird face, and is just too over the top to not find at least a little entertaining. Once we get past the endless flashbacks, and the story actually begins, it's not so bad, seeing how the makers of this movie pulled this flimsy story out of their asses in order to milk a few bucks out of the original. It wouldn't have hurt to put a little more thought into it. But compared to what was to come the following years, I think they may have done okay, here. The next installment makes an even more half assed attempt at connecting it to the original. And then, 4 and 5... Well, never mind 4 and 5. And really, never mind any of them except the first. But bad movie lovers may get a kick out of this attempt at a sequel, as it's got plenty of amusing moments. I just love it when Ricky yells "GARBAGE DAY!!" at that guy before shooting him. That made it all worth it! 5/10

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Island Of Death, Beastiality and Ass Rape

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The early and mid-70's saw a lot of attempts to shock within the world of B-Horror and Exploitation. With the Pink Flamingos and the Blood Sucking Freaks here in the states, but you better believe good ol' Europe got in on the fun, and then some. Germany gave us Mark Of The Devil, Denmark gave us The Sinful Dawrf. But I'd like to talk about a pretty little sleazefest from Greece that I absolutely love. And as far as I can remember, the only Greek film I have seen. A beautifully scored, wisely casted, brutal Horror flick that was originally inspired by the success and macabre nature of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. But with a far nicer location and far more taboos broken. This is Island Of Death.

image Happy, young couple, Christopher and Celia, arrive on the island of Mynokos, looking for a place to stay. At first, they seem fairly normal, but it's quickly revealed that they're on the run. Christopher and Celia are killers. It's soon established that Christopher is a bit of a judgemental prude, and a hot head. He seems to think it's his job to rid the world of perversion. Celia seems to be along for the ride, but far from innocent. We then cut to a scene the next morning, as the two are in bed, Christopher tries to get Celia to take care of his morning wood. She refuses because she wants to sleep. Frustrated and hard, Christopher wanders outside and stumbles upon a very loud, yet strangely cooperative Goat. "Masturbation is for pussies", he probably thinks to himself. Christopher then picks up the goat, takes it behind a bush, and sticks his dick in the damn thing. True story. And after relieving himself into the animal, he goes that extra, unnecessary mile and slits its throat. Just for fun, I guess. It's not like the goat was going to cry rape. Christopher kinda sucks.

image Later on, after pimping out Celia to some Frenchman, the two quickly and brutally murder him. Christopher later sets his sights on a newly married gay couple who he has proclaimed an abomination. He also develops a grudge against an old whore, and goes after her with a bulldozer after pissing all over her. And some other "sinners" get it, as the guy goes wild on this very small island, ignoring any possible consequences. However, it's difficult to figure out where Celia's head is at, at times. sometimes, she seems to be the sympathetic voice of reason. Other times, not so much. Is she a victim of Christopher's influence, or is there some kind of game being played, here? One thing is for sure. Celia is not playng when she insists they need to get get away from this island and soon.

As I said before, Island Of Death was some greek guy's attempt at capitalizing on the success of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. There are killers, and that's about where the similarities end. He wasn't a Horror director, or even someone who knew anything about Horror. Just a guy who wanted to make a movie about people doing fucked up shit to other people. Well, obviously, mission accomplished, here. Not exactly a gorefest, but quite a few things happened that I didn't expect to make this one hell of a brutal film, at times. But aside from that, a beautiful film, indeed, with a gorgeous blonde model, Jane Ryall as Celia, who, in my opinion, is the highlight of the film. An adorable lady with a cute British accent and a very hot body which gets shown off quite a bit in more than a couple sex scenes. At well over 100 minutes, this runs a little long for something of this nature, but tends to keep your attention and offers not a dull moment. So, time spent on this gem is very much worth it. And rewatch value is abundant, at least for me. Island of Death is one of my all-time favorite European Horror flicks from the 70's, and I would highly recommend it to anyone with a fascination with the morbid. As well as the unusual and the beautiful. 7/10

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Gummo (1997)

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Trash cinema comes in many forms. Funny, shocking, confusing, offensive, scary. And then there's Gummo, which, I guess, is a mixture of all that, and also, just plain pointless. But hey. Not all movies need a point to be entertaining, or to gain a cult following. A fact which makes writer/director, Harmony Korine a very lucky man. Because, even after watching his masterpiece (?), I'm still not convinced this guy has all that much talent. But he does have some pretty unique shit going on in his head. And above all, that's what Gummo is. Whether it's a good movie or not is debatable, but let's just go with unique at the moment.

About a town full of backwards, hateful fucks who have simply given up on ever being anything. A bad tornado hit this town some years ago, and things were seemingly never fully restored. Ignorant, aimless and bored, these hateful fucks love killing and torturing cats, running their mouths about bullshit, fucking retards and just hanging around and being trash. Some of them get in fights with chairs. Some of them even win. Hell, some of them enjoy eating spaghetti whilst getting their hair washed. But I don't think any of them are very happy people. And they'd probably prefer to live somewhere else, but are too lazy and stupid to take the steps to do so.

The movie seems to revolve mostly around some ugly little pussy kid who's probably an asshole, yet, we don't get very many examples of this. The kid pumps iron, using handfuls of spoons, and apparentluy needs his mother to bath him. There's also some other little weirdo kid, wearing a pink bunny hat, and wandering around in his own little world. I'm not sure what he symbolizes, if anything, but like everyone else, he's just there, existing. Despite everything I've said so far in this paragraph, There's something very real about this movie. And surreal at the same time. It almost comes off as some kind of bleak documentary about a small town full of trash, where a bunch of stuff happens.

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As a lifelong cat lover, I find it hard to watch a cat get hurt or killed, even in a movie. But strangely, I see the treatment of felines in Gummo as somewhat fitting for the characters, as they just naturally feel the need to bully and destroy the only thing they see as beneath them. Adding to this perfect portrayal of hateful, pathetic trash.

After despising the abomination that is Spring Breakers, I thought I'd give Harmony Korine one more chance to prove himself not a talentless piece of shit. And much to my surprise, I'm glad I did. I think I actually get Gummo, and even have an appreciation for it. However, I could easily see someone hating this as much as I hated the obnoxious Spring Breakers, because one thing Gummo (and Spring Breakers as well) is not is a likable movie. Seemingly no story, with just a bunch of random scenes put together, showcasing these hopeless citizens and their attempts at killing time and, I guess, having fun. But if you look a little closer, it's clear that these people's behavior tells the story. oud and clear. And it's not a pretty one. Of course, this is not the most entertaining movie I've ever seen, but I'll give Korine one thing. Gummo is far more entertaining than it should be. 6/10

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