I watched Friday the 13th for the first time four years ago. I did not care for it. A devotee to Halloween and to John Carpenter in general, my initial viewing left the impression of a mostly forgettable Carpenter rip-off remarkable only in the inexplicable way it somehow launched a spat of bad sequels almost every single year for…
And the Octoberween celebration continues. I’ve been pretty busy lately, juggling school and work like so many juggling balls… two, I suppose. Day in and day out it’s just one thing after another and seldom, so seldom, do those things have anything at all to do with Halloween. Every now and then, perhaps, I can…
Thank the Lord… or, I guess whatever pagan deity is in charge of Halloween. Regardless, the month-long celebration of all things gruesome, horrific, and ghoulish, colloquially known as Octoberween and more commonly known as not a real thing, is finally upon us. Last year, as I’m sure at least one of you will recall, I…
Halloween is less than a week away! It’s about damn time. I hope you’re all prepared. I expect costumes, candy, and a mounting atmosphere of terror and gloom. That said, Halloween should really be a fun time. Let’s get scary, but try to avoid permanently scarring ourselves, okay? You know who’s great for fun horror?…
Octoberween continues! And with it, so does my undying love of Vincent Price. I cannot think of a single more spooktacular way to spend this month, than by marathon-ing the films of this master of the macabre, highness of the horrific, sultan of the scary, Kaiser of the creepy, tycoon of the terrible, rajah of…
Octoberween is FINALLY here. I find myself greatly anticipating it at the start of every November, and suffering the whips and scorns of the next eleven months just to get another one. What glee there is in the devilry, the macabre, the costumes, the candy! Might I yet contain myself? I’ll emote no further,…
That’s right, ladies and ghouls—let’s be honest, fellas, we’re all basically monsters—it’s that time of year again. Summer has finally retreated to whatever fetid swamp it crawled out of, and the nights are crisp and creepy. I don’t know about you guys, but I missed that ominous cloaked figure that silently follows me everywhere I…
