Like every Hooptober, the first week brings in some of the best films…and some of the worst. On one side of the spectrum you have the emotionally punishing Lynchian warp of Andrzej Żuławski’s Possession and the beautifully fragile horror fantasy of Issa Lopez’s Tigers Are Not Afraid. On the other hand you have, well…Hobgoblins. In between there are various levels of good (and bad) with both Deliver Us From Evil and Dracula’s Daughter, but in the end I have to once again call it a crap-shoot.
So come on in and check out the week’s wares for Hooptober 2019. Watch the creaky step and the things that go bump in the night. Continue reading
Walk a little faster. Try not to think about the ominous sounds of gnawing coming from the dark, or the disjointed, wicked shadows splayed on walls lit only by a dim and fast fading street light. And whatever you do, for God’s sake don’t look behind you as Blood Red returns once again, coming closer and closer… Continue reading
Ok…on the reviewing side I’m definitely starting to feel the burnout now that I’m 20 films into the annual Hoop-Tober horror marathon. But the good news is the good is definitely outweighing the bad this week With films ranging from “meh but worth it” to “oh crap totally worth it” on the spectrum of watchability. Joe Dante more than cashed in on the success of Jaws by crafting in Piranha a wickedly fun chomp-fest that has its tongue planted firmly in cheek without sacrificing some tense, gore-filled moments. I satisfied my Barbara Crampton requirement by checking out the nostalgia-filled Beyond the Gates, which has its moments of fun recalling the heyday of VHS board games but it’s really the score by Wojciech Golczewski that satisfies. The Strangers isn’t normally the type of horror I go for, but I’m glad I tried it, because the simplicity of its approach and the craft on hand both in front of and behind the camera made for a chilling, thrilling experience to watch. Netflix has quietly been amassing a plethora of independent horror films to release under its banner, but Gareth Edwards’ follow-up to his Raid films is a masterclass of crazed religious fever. Apostle might be Dan Stevens best performance yet, sacrificing none of Edwards’ gore and action for a nasty take on The Wicker Man. And finally Jaws 2 shows that by turning the shark into essentially a slasher killer and giving us copious amounts of Roy Scheider and Keith Gordon is an okay replacement for a great movie.
Two weeks and 11 films to go, so let’s wade through the viscera tunnel that is this week’s review excerpts and get to it. Continue reading
Between all the new music that dropped this week and the fact I’m heading upstate for Columbus Day weekend to do some metal activities (picking apples) we’re keeping it brief for Week Three of the annual Hoop-Tober horror marathon. Julia Ducournau’s Raw is an excruciating film about impending womanhood that just happens to feature some of the most gut-wrenching scenes of gore I’ve seen so far in the marathon. Then it’s a slew of anniversary films, starting with the original 1958 The Blob, which holds up surprisingly well as a fun family flick with an early Steve McQueen performance. Kuroneko might stand as the best film I watch during this marathon, a particularly cutting ghost/revenge story that also doubles as insightful commentary and criticism. I wish I could say Martin holds up as well as I thought it would – my first revisit of George Romero’s “vampire” movie had its moments but overall isn’t something I’ll be revisiting much. The same sadly goes for Dracula Has Risen From The Grave, which is a great title with another killer Christopher Lee performance as the Count, but sadly doesn’t hold a candle to the earlier Hammer films.
And just like that I’m almost halfway through the marathon, with plenty of gore left to go, so you know the drill: time to shut up and get to those review excerpts and links are below. Continue reading
We’re keeping the midnight meat train rolling, and staying consistent with how this ran last year. Week Two of the annual Hoop-Tober horror marathon was a significant rise in quality, with four of the five films I watched being genuine delights, and only one clunker to be had. I’m lamenting it took me so long to get to John Carpenter’s fantastic adaptation of Christine, immediately putting it up with my favorites of his work. Lake Mungo is a sad and truly eerie example of found footage done right, being a documentary of a young girl’s drowning and subsequent appearances in photos and videos. Neil Jordan should be getting a lot more love for what he brought to the werewolf genre with the lush and lurid The Company of Wolves, embedding all sorts of subtext about budding womanhood years before the (also excellent) Ginger Snaps. I stand with Dan and most assuredly did NOT fall under the spell of the retro Summer of ’84, excellent music aside, but was quickly picked back up and fell 100% under the traumatic spell that was Hereditary.
And with the coming of October, it’s time to get even more serious with this marathon, so enough talk: review excerpts and links are below. Continue reading