Where Southern Hospitality Meets Mind Shredding Insanity
When it comes time for me to pick a shark movie to review, I look for the potential “so bad it’s good” ones. That has come with mixed results. But when I see a movie title with “Piranha” and “Sharks”, I have absolutely no control over my choosy little brain. It must be watched.
Continue reading Piranha Sharks: Teeny Tiny Terror
Ehh, erm… uhhhh… yeah I can give it a pass. I have to admit, it took me a couple of attempts to get all the way through this movie. However, something kept pulling me back to give it another shot. And while it may have taken four overall sittings, I have to admit, it was at least interesting.
Continue reading Reed Alexander’s Horror Review of ‘Lovely Molly’ (2011)
Scott A. Johnson is a scary dude. He’s written 10 novels, three true ghost story guides, a chapbook, and a collection of short stories. Originating in the Lone Star State near Austin, Johnson recently earned his MFA in publishing and writing popular fiction from Emerson College, and he teaches at Seton Hill University’s MFA program for writing popular fiction. (Johnson was my teacher there, as well as, my mentor.)You might find him riding his Harley around the Austin area with his pug along for the ride. Just to make him a little more badass, he teaches Kajukenbo and has a stare that can unnerve a veteran psychotherapist.
Continue reading Scott A. Johnson Haunts This Blog
My editorial position is to review and write about, predominantly, things I enjoy. I’ll let the occasional gripe or complaint slip through, but for the most part I’ve found that nonstop delectation in the guzzling of Haterade is, while enjoyable, a young man’s game, and in my 30s I have learned to ditch shame about what I enjoy (and thus the concept of the “guilty pleasure”) and embrace who and what I am. Life is a far briefer rocket ride than most of us would care to contemplate, and maximizing my enjoyment of the journey at this point means focusing on the things I love a little more and the things I hate a little less.
Continue reading How Not to Horror
After watching the abomination known as Shark Exorcist, I expected this one to follow it right into the crapper. Low budget, bad acting, sub-par effects. Sharkenstein does have all of those…in the best possible way!
Continue reading Sharkenstein: It’s Alive! (and Adorable)
A pretty solid indi horror that got largely looked over.
Everyone who’s a fan of my reviews, knows I’m not a fan of ‘Shaky Camera.’ There are exceptions to this, as with all things, but I feel it’s a band wagon most studios need to start falling off.
This week I talked to my friend, Elsa Carruthers. She’s been busy editing a book of critical essays on Westworld and preparing a critical essay chapter for Not a Fit Place: Essays on the Haunting of Hill House. She also has works in Amazing Stories Magazine Spring 2019 edition and NonBinary Review 19. Fortunately, Carruthers took time to discuss her favorite monster—the werewolf.
Continue reading Elsa Carruthers Loves Werewolves
The scariest thing that any of us will ever face in life is our own mind, the one thing that truly has the capacity to make (as they say) a heaven of hell or a hell of heaven. Horror is an exploration of the shadowy recesses of human thought – as is a friendly little molecule known as LSD-25.
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My little marine biologist heart was all a-glow when the opening credits featured real shark footage in a lovely bloody hue. It’s as if they made an effort which is quite rare in this genre. This movie has a pretty high production value and some recognizable actors, not the least of which is Donal Logue and some guy I am pretty sure is in Schitt$ Creek. Actual actors! My stars…I might like this one!
Continue reading Shark Night: Stop it With the Awesome!
This movie was fan-fucking-tastic. I’m not sure what to label it under though. I mean, it is supposed to be horror comedy, but it’s actually more like your classic Terry Gilliam film. Many elements of it are intended to be horrific, or unsettling, but then, Time Bandits was no horror, Barron Munchhausen was no horror, even as much as they occasionally included the horrific, gory, or disturbing moments. This movie was meant to be fantastic. It was meant to be all levels of weird necessary to make the viewer uncomfortable, and yet keep them interested… Kinda like a virgin at a strip club really.
Continue reading Reed Alexander’s Horror Review of ‘John Dies at the End’ (2012)