Look, the world is horrific enough without me trying to ratchet this intro up a notch in an effort to psych you up for what is blood soaked return of the seventh – that’s right: SEVENTH – round of horror saturation that is Blood Red, back again and under the gun to review as many horror films as possible for you the discerning and macabre audience… 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
The year inexorably turns to its final quarter, where the green gives way to the fires of yellow and red and we all find the beauty in the gradual death that signifies Autumn. As as we plan to do every Autumn, Blood Red returns for the next six weeks to celebrate the wickedly varied and vibrant genre that is horror. Continue reading
We’re one week into the annual Hoop-Tober horror marathon, and five films in it’s been a bit of mixed bag. On the plus side Andy Muschietti’s adaptation of Stephen King’s It plays like gangbusters on the big screen, building scares more like action sequences and (for the most part) eschewing needless jump scares. And Tobe Hooper’s The Funhouse had a great grimy feel mixed in with its Hitchcockian thriller elements. Alas, Burnt Offerings was too slow and boring despite some truly unnerving scenes and a killer cast with Oliver Reed, Karen Black and Bette Davis. The House on Willow Street took an interesting premise (thieves take girl hostage who happens to be possessed by a demon) and kills it with terrible dialog and performances. And I wish I could say I really enjoyed the meta-commentary in Wes Craven’s New Nightmare, but it wasn’t enough to redeem what they did to Freddy.
Great opening, though. Continue reading