There are a few things that have me completely perplexed:
How have I been collecting moments for this site for about two years without ever mentioning Brigitte Lahaie to this point? Now that I have four kids, a cat, and a beagle with an aversion to pornography, I’ll admit that my smut intake has decreased (or at least become more discreet), but Ms. Lahaie was a major fixation of mine for a long time.
Likewise, how is a movie with an alternate title listed right on the front cover as “Super Porno Girls in un Collegio Svedese” not one of the very first things I add? That’s one of the coolest titles ever! Is it common practice to switch languages half with through the title or is there just not a good enough French translation for Super Porno Girls? When I hear Super Porno Girls it makes me think Marvel really missed the boat with this whole Avengers thing. Who wouldn’t go see Super Porno Girls: The Age of Ultron? Continue reading
False alarm jump scares are pretty much par for the course with slasher movies. I’m not a huge fan but, when done effectively, they can keep an audience on its toes. There seems to be quite a finite number of harmless things that can make slasher movie characters jump out of their skin though.
Clichéd as it may be, my favorite of these is probably the irate cat leaping into frame. Maybe it’s because cats are more difficult to control on set, but there doesn’t seem to be much else of a role for cats in this type of film. I know I can’t coerce my cat to do very much. It makes sense that the only reliable thing they can do is get pitched into the frame by a crew member presumably wearing really thick gloves. Continue reading
It’s interesting that most horror fans I know are also among the biggest softies around when it comes to animals. I’m not even talking Italian cannibal level of violence (I’ve never met anyone who finds that anything but repulsive), I’m just talking about implied violence. Both Gordon and Muffin tend to elicit stronger responses in the early Friday the 13th movies than the multitudes of mutilated humans. Continue reading
There are a few milestones in life that most people never forget – graduations, weddings, births, and even first kisses. I’ve gone through all of those (yeah, that’s right – I kissed a girl!). There’s another milestone that most of us remember even if we don’t all want to admit it. Do you remember the first time you saw nudity? If not, you must remember the first time you saw frontal nudity.
Of course, like anything worth talking about, this isn’t as simple as it seems. Are you talking nudity from when you were too young to care? I don’t think that counts. The kind of nudity I’m talking about has to give you feelings you don’t quite understand. That’s what makes it so memorable. Continue reading
I know it might be sort of contrary to everything that Dawn of the Dead really stands for, but I can’t help fantasize how awesome it would be to have the complete run of a fully stocked shopping mall. Fleeting as the pleasure may be, it’s an exciting prospect to imagine all your material desires at your fingertips. I think this comes from a lifetime of seeing desirable things in stores and knowing that it’s out of my budget. To throw those restrictions away would be enticing. It’d be like winning the lottery without the headache of taxes. My head tells me it’s no good, but my gut wants it all. Continue reading
Posted in 70s, Romero, Sequels, Zombies
Tagged Bread, Dawn of the Dead 1978, Fran, George Romero, Ken Foree, Peter, Roger, Stephen, Zombie Apocolypse
I’m not sure when that moment is between when we are kids trying to seem older and when we become adults hoping we can still pass for 5 or 10 years younger. We always want to look like we’re in our prime. I’m just not exactly sure when that prime is. I’m guessing it’s somewhere in out 20s.
Growing up, I always looked young. This isn’t as cool as it sounds. What 13 year old wants to look 10? The payoff was always going to be how gracefully I aged. Somehow in the intervening years, I either skipped or didn’t notice when I was the optimal age outwardly. As I notice gray creeping into the hair on my head and the stubble on my chin, I think it’s ridiculous that I ever desperately wanted to look older. Why not just enjoy my youthful appearance and go compete against younger kids? Surely creaming some elementary school kid would be good for a junior high school ego. Continue reading