When we last saw our dear Count Dracula, he’d just died the illest death. So sick. Scars of Dracula (1970) gave Count Dracula plenty to do: savage murders, commanding animals, drinking blood, and—most importantly—he overcame that most horrid of existential obstacles: teenagers named Paul. Capping that all off with pretty rad demise, the Count was…
By 1958, American movie studios had largely gravitated away from the classic monsters that ruled the horror genre in the ’30s and ’40s. Until slashers became dominant in the late 1970s, American horror merged in elements of sci-fi, and plucky young heroes battled aliens and nuclear mutants instead of the supernatural, for the most part.…
Back in 2013—seven years ago—in what I believe was my first Octoberween with Rooster Illusion, I wrote two articles recommending Halloween viewing for all different viewing tastes. I enjoyed the model, but some reason never went back to it…until now! Octoberween Recommendations, Part 3! For Johnny-Come-Latelies: Horror of Dracula (1958) If you’ve never really watched…
Yeah, I know it’s the middle of May, but guess what. Peter Cushing is always seasonally appropriate. Anyway, it’s been kind of gloomy here lately. More than that, and more importantly, how is a person expected to go a year between Halloweens? I mean, just what the hell do you expect me to do with…
I’ve decided, for whatever reason, to devote the entirety of April to reviewing terrible ‘80s fantasy films. Having now commenced this process, I can honestly say that it doesn’t stand as one of the absolute best decisions I’ve ever made, because, I mean, well, let’s just let the movies speak for themselves, shall we? Sword…
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…
In the past few years I have made no secret of the fact that I harbor a deep, undying, unabashed love and reverence for old monster movies, particularly those produced by Universal Studios in the 30s, 40s, and 50s, and anything starring Vincent Price, Christopher Lee, and/or Peter Cushing. As such, I shan’t repeat myself…
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