Saturday, September 29, 2012

Rest In Peace BABYLON 5's Michael O'Hare

From CRAVE ONLINE

 

The news was broken on the Facebook page of “Babylon 5” creator J. Michael Straczynski, who wrote “I regret that I must convey the sad news that Michael O'Hare passed away today. He suffered a heart attack on Sunday and was in a coma until his passing this afternoon. This is a terrible loss for all B5 fans and everyone involved with the show wishes to convey their condolences to the O'Hare family. He was an amazing man.”...

 

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CALEUCHE: THE CALL OF THE SEA looks like it has a dash of Lovecraft and a smidgen of the Blind Dead.

From TWITCH

 

The story revolves around Isabel (Giselle ItiƩ), a Boston based marine biologist who opts to return to her family home in ChiloƩ Island following a serious illness. What she discovers is a ghost ship known to the locals as Caleuche. A Lovecraft influence was clear from the stills which Olguin shared with us previously - there's a fishing boat christened the Dagon, among other things ...

(Insane News) Just what every kids' pool party needs... AN ALLIGATOR!

Recommended Double Feature: THE BABY and POINT OF TERROR


Two movies that I went into knowing nothing about, two movies that aren’t exactly horror films, two movies that are so 70’s at times that it hurts. These are great party films, funny, strange and at times uncomfortably naughty. Sometimes I wonder how the Hell either of these movies got made. Both movies feature bizarre twist endings.

As per IMDB the plot for THE BABY “A social worker who recently lost her husband investigates the strange Wadsworth family. The Wadsworths might not seem too unusual to hear about them at first - consisting of the mother, two grown daughters and the diaper-clad, bottle-sucking baby. The problem is, the baby is twenty-one years old.”

Thoughts: Ho-lee shit. What a movie. You keep thinking it can’t get more insane but it does. The best part is that the cast all play it utterly straight as though this is the world’s most demented LIFETIME movie. No matter how crazy the story and situations get they keep it all strangely believable. Nothing is explained, everything just is, it is though this film occupies its own universe a kind of Suburban Gothic.
I must admit I also find extremely hot in this movie, your milage varies of course. Can this really be considered a horror movie? I can’t say for sure, but what I can say is do not reveal the twist ending!







As per IMDB the plot for POINT OF TERROR “A nightclub singer has nightmares about being involved in adultery and murder, only to wake up and find that they may not be nightmares.”


Thoughts: A little personal backstory here. It was about 1 AM and I had the worst case of the flu ever. Chills, nausea, headaches, you name it and it was happening. All I wanted to do was sleep but the aches and shakes were too much for me. So I grabbed a DVD movie pack I had picked up called THE HORRIBLE HORRORS collection and popped in a movie called point of terror. Suddenly Peter Carpenter appeared on my screen. He was rocking out in front of a red curtain and wearing a Tom Jones outfit that was probably too Tom Jones for the actual Tom Jones to wear. Then he starts to sing his signature tune ‘This is me’ and suddenly I was laughing too hard to think about being sick.
How can I describe POINT OF TERROR? Imagine if you ca, the plot of the film SHOWGIRLS but starring Greg Brady in his Johnny Bravo persona. POINT OF TERROR is the story of Tony Trelos, a lounge singer that screws his way to the top. Every woman wants him, even Ilsa herself Dyanne Thorne!
But where is the terror you might wonder? Is it the fashions? Is it Tony’s singing? Or the bare doughy man ass that he bares for the camera? Is it the fact I was prepared for a horror film but got a Cinemax After Dark film?
And the twist ending? I’m sure when you see it you’ll say just what I did, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
This movie may have saved my life.








(Recommended Reads) 'The Drive' by nherk49

I’ve always been a city kid. I grew up in Salt Lake City and enjoyed the large buildings and night time life. Even as a kid I liked the lights and hustle of the city. There’s something special about the movements and people that live the metropolitan life.

But it was all torn away from me, if my circumstances would of been different I would of stayed in the city forever. Unfortunately, it was a decision I had little choice in. My father, who was a wildlife scientist, found a prosperous job opportunity far, far south of Salt Lake in a small town on the Arizona, Utah border.

I had just turned eighteen and had graduated from high school. I had been debating whether to follow my family down south or start working and find a cheap apartment in the city. After some easy arithmetic, I decided I would move with my family for the summer as I waited for college to start in September, but only under the strict agreement that my parents allowed me to borrow one of the family cars to drive home and see my friends on the weekends. They agreed...

 

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(Recommended Reads) ...'the story of her holding an orange' by inaaace

Okay guys, before I begin, I gotta give you a fair warning. This story is absolutely true unfortunately. It is also very long. It goes back to my childhood, but it wasn’t as terrifying until very recently. Now I am completely lost in fear. I am an adult man, logical and intelligent (or I’d like to believe so) sitting in my bed, scared shitless right now, goosebumps all over my body and tears of horror in my eyes. I ask for your help in explaining this fucking horrifying thing. Caution: I am not the greatest writer, and you’ll notice that I curse quite a bit.

I want you to know that what you read from now on is the situation perceived by my mind. I like to think that I am a very rational, logical person and I haven’t been able to explain these occurrences in any natural way.

Since my mom got a new job, she started making new friends. It is common in our country that friends come to each other’s houses for a cup of coffee, cake, gossip and whatnot. Few weeks into her new job, my mom made friends with this woman, Rose. She would come maybe twice a week and they’d sit around the coffee table on our balcony and just talk. One day, when I was 17, I was at the balcony with them. I’m not sure why I was there, but knowing me, I probably ran out of hours on the internet (back in a day we bought internet monthly per hour in my country) and was bored as fuck. So we’re sitting there, they’re gossiping about who knows what, and mom gets up to go get some cake she baked recently. I remained sitting at the table with Rose and that’s when my life changed forever. Rose was a good looking woman. She was about 5’6”, skinny, long black hair, pearly white teeth. Attractive woman overall. Not ashamed to say that few times at night, I’d masturbate thinking about her. So anyways, I am sitting there with her, and she turns to me. She has this creepy grin on her face; bright red lipstick with bright white teeth underneath is just making it look more scary. Her head is moving slowly, almost as if she became a puppet. She says something in the lowest tone possible, certainly not loud enough for me to understand. “Excuse me?” I say, still not being scared, just a bit weirded out.

“You ready to go now?” She said this in a voice of a child, I kid you not. Like maybe an 8 year old girl....

 

 

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(Recommended Reads) And We Danced by Rob Smales

Last class.” Sharon smiled. “Was it good for you too?”

“Y’know,” Drew smiled back, “it actually was. I couldn’t believe you signed us up for ballroom dancing, but it turned out to be pretty fun.”

“You should have seen your face the first time you met Dhavesh and Simone.”

“Can you blame me?”

Behind him, the classroom door opened.

“Speak of the devils.”...

 

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Friday, September 28, 2012

Apparently EBAY has gone insane...

 

 

From io9

 

This honor goes to "Mummified Cat Slam Dunking A Mummified Bird," which up until recently was for sale for a discount $750 buy-it-now price (via Geekologie). Because if there's anything that distinguishes you as an individual of taste and distinction, it's a barf-out effigy of Bastet schooling Horus on the basketball court...

Is this the most epic fight scene in the history of epic fight scenes?

From BOING BOING

 

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Thursday, September 27, 2012

The trailer for SILENT HILL REVALATION looks awesome in a HELLRAISER II kind of way.

Missed part of THE GRAVEYARD GAME? Here are the previous parts!




(Recommended Article) ADVENTURES IN NERDLINESS joins the Cult of Kolchak!

 

Originally an ABC Movie of the Week, The Night Stalker was a crime drama turned vampire story featuring investigative reporter Carl Kolchak (ubiquitous character actor Darren McGavin) as the guy with all the answers. Despite his not being in law enforcement, the character is clearly the template used for Fox Mulder in The X-Files, and the government conspiracy angle fits that later show as well. It also has quite the H. P. Lovecraft angle. Kolchak is not a fighter, does not carry a gun, and when trouble arises if he can run, he does so. Like Lovecraft's heroes though, when the chips are down these supernal threats need to be dealt with...

 

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The worst death scene ever? io9 thinks so!

from io9

 

 

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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Is Nichole Kidman the worst Mom ever in the trailer for STOKER

From BLEEING COOL

 

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

THE COLD INSIDE (a serial novel) Chapter Seventeen part three


The Cold Inside
Chapter Seventeen
part three
By AL BRUNO III

Friday November 25, 1994


“You never said what you wanted.”

Phil's directions had been odd; usually they met at his house or in some secluded place. This time however they were meeting in a storage building about the size of a small garage. The old man was hunched over a box of journals, reading by the light of a battered old lantern.

“Wish I was here like you.” Phil grimaced as he set the book down, “In spirit and not in flesh. It's damn cold.”

“Why are we here?” Tristam darted about the room, coasting along the walls like an errant shadow. “And you still haven't told me what you want.”
“Not thinking of pussying out on me are you?”
“No!” Tristam hovered closer.
“Then don't worry about it.” Phil stood and stretched. “You been keeping yourself to yourself like I said?”
“Yes.”
Shaking his head Phil walked over to a red suitcase and undid the buckles and snaps. “Bet it wasn't easy. Bet that pounding your pud just doesn’t cut it after you've learned you can spy on all the girlies in the neighborhood.”
“Uh....”
“Hey don’t feel ashamed, we've all done it. Fuck I've done worse.”
“Like what?”  Tristam felt morbidly curious. Could the old man have done something really wicked?  Had he ever killed someone? He had thought Phil was going to kill him that day in his mother's office.

“Mamie Van Doren.” Phil said his voice full of pride.

“Who?”

The suitcase was full of expensive-looking suits; he began riffling though them. “Christ kid, don't you know anything? Mamie Van Doren- blonde with big tits, like Marylyn Monroe but pretty.”

“Never heard of her.” Tristam flew this way and that, threading in and out of the walls.

“Your loss.” Phil pulled an old wine bottle from the bottom of the suitcase, “Gotcha!”

“If you say so. So you slept with a movie star, that's your big bad thing?”

“No I did better. See she didn't know me. I wasn't even in the same time zone as her, but I had a thing for her. A real thing. So one night I flew out to Hollywood, not in a plane you see. I flew like you. The lovely Mamie was married to some dumbass bandleader…” Phil closed the suitcase but didn’t bother to lock it.

“Wait a minute. You got inside him? You possessed him?”

Phil inspected the wine bottle, a thick coating of wax covered the cork. He smiled at the sight of it then stuffed it under his arm, “I wore him like a sweater and when I told her to spread for hubby you damn well better bet she did. I tell you I love Zara with all my heart but that was the fuck of my life. The best part was that she never knew it was me in there… she never knew.”

“You raped her?”

“Maybe by some people's standards I did but as far as I'm concerned you can’t rape the willing kid. And don’t tell me you never thought of it. Don't tell me you wouldn't like to try it out on some little cock tease down at the schoolyard.”

“I don't-” Tristam shrank back.

Phil wiggled his eyebrows, “Or maybe you got a hankering for some of the meatheads on the football team?”

“No!”

“Ok. Ready for your lesson?”

“If you'll stop screwing with me!”

“You kids today are soft, soft like babies.”

“The lesson or I leave.”

Phil waved a hand, “All right all right. Last time we talked about ghosts, I can tell you liked the lesson because you're still glittering. No wonder you can’t be still.”

“Yeah… I almost wanted to go back for more.” Tristam admitted.

“No bingeing. It makes you go all wacko.”

“Oh.” Tristam stopped in mid air, considering the phrase ‘…going all whacko.’

“Now. Ghosts and souls are two very different things. A soul is what makes us alive, what makes us perceive.” Phil fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. The rustle of cellophane seemed impossibly loud in the small storage room.

“Is this like god stuff?”

“I told you before, no God, no Heaven just different kinds of energy. Science not religion. What are they teaching you in school?”

“I go to a Catholic School.”

“Oh yeah.” Phil lit a cigarette and started puffing away. “Anyway soul is just a term somebody picked to describe the part of you that turns into a ghost when you die. Get it?”

“No.”

“All right. It's like the world, everything is in layers. People are in layers too. There's the outside, the meat. Then there's what's inside and I don't mean your liver and lungs inside. I mean inside-inside. The part of you that is created by all the electro-chemical shit in your head. It's your memories, your personality, it's what makes you like peanut butter but hate jelly. That's your soul.”

“And when you die it becomes a ghost.”

Phil flicked ashes away, carefully avoiding his books and souvenirs  “Exactly.”

“But I thought ghosts were just… dumb animals.” Tristam felt nauseous. Had he eaten someone? One of the books Rich was always talking about was a novel about an albino with a magic sword. The magic sword gave the albino strength but to do that the black blade had to drink their souls. Tristam had always thought that was kind of a corny idea but now he wondered if that was what he had just done, if he had devoured someone's soul.

Phil started fiddling with the wine bottle again, turning it end over end in his hands. “They are because by the time you're dead they're all fucked up beyond recognition. They're not souls anymore- they're ghosts.”

“I see.”

“But if you know the right tricks you can scoop the soul right out of someone.” He waved the bottle in front of Tristam, shaking it roughly like a novelty snow globe. Something in the bottle shifted, something in the bottle begged. “Tristam meet Reginald.”



Two excerpts from David Wong's 'This Book Is Full of Spiders... Seriously, Dude, Don't Touch It.'

You can read the first 15 pages over at the website JOHN DIES AT THE END

You know how sometimes when you’re drifting off to sleep you feel

that jolt, like you were falling and caught yourself at the last second?

It’s nothing to be concerned about, it’s usually just the parasite adjusting

its grip....

And i09 has n exclusive excerpt here

There exists in this world a spider the size of a dinner plate, a foot wide if you include the legs. It's called the Goliath Bird- Eating Spider, or the "Goliath Fucking Bird- Eating Spider" by those who have actually seen one.

It doesn't eat only birds — it mostly eats rats and insects — but they still call it the "Bird- Eating Spider" because the fact that it can eat a bird is the most important thing you need to know about it. If you run across one of these things, like in your closet or crawling out of your bowl of soup, the first thing somebody will say is, "Watch it, man, that thing can eat a goddamned bird."

I don't know how they catch the birds. I know the Goliath Fucking Bird- Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet. None of us would leave the house unless a Goliath Fucking Flying Bird- Eating Spider said it was okay...

 

 

Monday, September 24, 2012

Does the trailer for VAMPS get your blood going?

Almost but not quite hand soap...

And now THE ABADDON gets even more NSFW!

BACK TO THE WHOTURE????

From BUZZFEED

 

 

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