Where have I been?

Okay, so here’s the thing.

I wanted to review movies for Fantasia but then a friend of mine sent me a link to Letterboxd.

I perused the website and quickly realized this was the perfect place for what I was doing. I could review movies and not have to go through the hassle of finding pictures, editing them, copy/pasting the cast, linking the trailer, etc.

Plus, I would be getting more feedback, as everyone else on the website is there solely to review and discuss movies.

So, I moved my stuff there. You can see my profile, and all reviews posted to this blog, there:


I’m not going to post any more reviews here. Doing both would feel redundant.

I want to take the opportunity to thank my followers who during the past two years have followed my return to horror movies and survived my insane ramblings about the art of horror. Thank you. I appreciate it more than you could ever think.

So yeah, come find me on Letterboxd and enjoy the reviews!


Suburban Gothic (2014)

Written by Richard Bates Jr. and Mark Bruner. Directed by Richard Bates. Jr. Stars Matthew Gray Gubler, Kat Dennings and Ray Wise.


Obnoxious Raymond can’t find a job and returns to the family home. There, he rekindles with his psychoses he left as a kid, which includes possibly seeing ghosts.


I’ll be honest, I wanted to stop watching after five minutes. I persisted and though Suburban Gothic isn’t what I’d call a good horror movie — it barely features any horror, and definitely no scares — it turned out much better than I had expected.

Raymond is obnosious as hell and is condescending to everyone he talks to. It gets annoying quickly, until the movie goes on to show that Raymon is far from being smarter than everyone and his attitude is more of a defense mechanism that the style of the movie itself. Slowly but surely, Raymon goes from jackass to complex clown and I stopped hating the character.

I’m not going to mention much of the plot because there’s barely any. It’s more of a dialog movie, one that borrows heavily from Wes Anderson and John Waters (which incidentally, is present in the movie). The influence is palpable. Not necessarilly a bad thing. The characters are quirky in a Royal Tenenbaums kind of way. Usually I’d be foaming at the mouth with rage but here it mostly works. Kat Dennings as the Brody Dalle-looking Becca is delightful, as always and Ray Wise is still Ray Wise. A badass.

The effects are okay for a dark comedy. Don’t expect too much and you shouldn’t be disappointed.


I wouldn’t actively seek to watch it but if you end up finding it on Netflix or TV, give it a spin.

Ouija (2014)

Written by Juliet Snowden and Stiles White. Directed by Stiles White. Stars Olivia Cooke, Ana Coto and Daren Kagasoff.


Teens play with a Ouija board. Spirits come forth. People die. Hasbro makes sales.


Sigh. I mean… sigh. I get it. Not all horror movies have to be masterpieces. It’s just feel that since last year, I can count ten horrible flicks per decent movie. I feel like I have spent most of that time writing down negativity and harsh criticism, instead of marveling at superb stories. Oh, there were exceptions. It Follows, The Babadook, Spring. A few others. I want to just focus on the obvious successes but I fear that I’ll never discover that hidden gem, that horror needle in a haystack if I do so. And thus I force myself to sit down and watch movies like Ouija. Just in case.

I’ll be brief: there’s nothing inherently wrong with Ouija. It’s a very classic story of teenagers and ghosts. It’s Pulse. It’s Poltergeist. It’s 13 Ghosts. It’s Insidious. You’ve seen this movie before, under different names. The actors are fine, the movie quality is on par with what’s being done recently and there’s a brief but juicy small part by Lin Shaye who is wonderful as always. There’s nothing wrong with Ouija. There’s also nothing new or interesting about it. There’s a little twist towards the end but everyone with any movie experience (or anyone having seen one M. Night Shyamalan movie) will have spotted it a mile away.

That’s it. Ouija. Teenagers on the floor playing with a board. Sometimes a ghost that screams. There’s a rather surprising scene involving a girl diving headfirst into her sink but that’s the most excitement I had while watching.



MUCK (2015)

Written and directed by a 14 year old teen (Steve Wolsh). Stars playmates and other people you won’t see again (Lachlan Buchanan, Puja Mohindra and Bryce Draper)


I finally found it: the movie that will make Zombie Strippers look classy. Five people end up in a cabin in the swamp while being chased… by some other people? I think.


You could talk to two friends about Godzilla and why they like it and you could receive two totally different answers; one might enjoy the metaphors for the horror of nuclear war, while the other would say he watched the movie because it’s a reptile tearing shit up. That’s the beautiful thing about movies that makes it totally different from other story mediums. A book can be perceived in different ways but when the text reads “she was thinking about murdering him and it reminded her of her father”, there’s not much room for interpretation. The movie won’t show it, though it might show the woman tense up, with suspicious eyes. How you interpret it is up to you. That’s the beauty of film.

When I watch horror movies, I often do for the message. Maybe it’s snobby of me to do so, especially considering how much crap I watch. But I like a finely crafted story that works on many levels. That’s why The Babadook is more appealing to me than the next Troma movie (even though I do enjoy Troma). Others might love the gore, the effects. I get it; I love The Thing for that very reason. It’s the second reason I watch horror. There exists however a third group of people, a group that enjoys a certain type of horror movies that came into being due to their production being done around the time of other popular college movies, like Porkys, Screwballs and Revenge of the Nerds. You know what I’m talking about: softcore disguised as something else. These movies will always exist. They’ll still be watched. The only reason Ryan Reynolds is a movie star today is because of Van Wilder. That type of movie.

If I go into a room filled with horror fans and I ask everyone what was their favorite scene in Return of the Living Dead, someone will assuredly mention the cemetery striptease performed by Linnea Quigley. Not the funny zombies, not Clu Gulager’s brillant acting, not the references to Night of the Living Dead, not the effects. Not “send more paramedics”. Linnea Quigley’s nudity. And I don’t mean to seem prude here; it’s quite okay for someone to enjoy scenes like it. That character fits the scene; she’s a nympho punk rebel who dresses provocatively. While it’s certainly cheesy, it’s not too far off from what’s expected. I understand scenes like this and I don’t mind them at all. Linnea Quigley is smoking hot.

That’s my very long-winded way of saying that Muck uses nudity as a means to attract viewers. It does so quite often. It does so blatantly, without regards for the plot. As a gonzo feature, that might have worked. Some crazy, with an incoherent plot structure, maybe. Troma movies handle this very well. The problem is that Muck uses a very tired , linear story blueprint that makes these overtly sexual scenes all the more jarring. Let me give you examples. The main protagonist races to the nearest bar to call for help. Once he’s there, he goes to wash his shirt in the bathroom. This is setup to give time to the two ladies who spotted him to head for the bathroom and change… because they want to look hot. Cue in minutes of them changing bras and so on. Guy eventually runs back to the house where he left his friends. He happens to run by a lit house. Looking inside, he sees a woman in lingerie strutting sensually for some reason. Belt sounds and weird motions ensue, as the camera zooms in. It’s that blatant. Hell, halfway through the movie a woman goes in the bathroom (yep, a different woman) to change bras (again!) in order to seduce the cousin of the main guy. Need I remind you that this is happening in the middle of a horror movie in which cannibal rednecks are hunting the protagonists? And these scenes go for at least a couple minutes each? There’s even a scene where a car is being attacked by said cannibals and I shit you not, the camera zooms in to show the jiggling breasts of one of the women. Not the action. Not the cannibals. The breasts. A scene like this one or twice, maybe. But dozens? No. It’s pointless, doesn’t advance the plot and feels incredibly immature. If it was labeled as a sexploitation homage, maybe. But the movie wasn’t nearly as interesting as something that would have come out in the 70s.

Adding insult to injury. the movie starts in the middle of the plot. By this, I don’t mean that the story plays with the scenes like Pulp Fiction. I literally mean that the story is split in three chapters and Steve Wolsh only produced the second chapter. The movie starts with five people and one is already mortally wounded. It’s important that I stress that at no point do they mention why they’re in the swamp, how the guy got hurt, and who is chasing them (besides calling them cannibal rednecks every now and then). So basically, you have a guy who wanted to be surrounded by playmates, somehow got Kane Hodder to follow suit and shot a movie without a plot. Without proper lighting. Only tits. Tits and racist/mysogynist jokes. The occasional guy painted white jumping at one of the characters for reasons unknown.

This is Muck. The movie that has less structure than Troll 2, less class than Zombie Strippers and the worst usage of Kane Hodder since that episode of V.I.P. (yes, the Pamela Anderson show).


If you want porn, just watch porn. If you want horror movies, what literally anything else. It’s bound to be better than this.

Two Ave Romeros and Three Spatter Noster for your delicious sins!


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