OVERLORD

Nazis were bad. Like really bad. There is nothing in the whole of human history that you could have been that was worse than a Nazi. If you had to choose between a Nazi and a serial killer to be on your bowling team, you’d pick the serial killer.

ABSENTIA

A Review By Aaron AuBuchon Amazon Prime Video, 2011 When we look back on the 2010’s and the genre films it produced, one thing that will be pretty obvious is how successful genre filmmakers became at blending the horrors of fiction and fantasy with the horrors of the real world, the living horrors that people... Continue Reading →

Blood Lake

Watching Blood Lake is a curious thing because I grew up with the people in it. I mean, not the exact people, but their species.

Bag Boy Lover Boy

A review by Aaron AuBuchon Severin Blu-Ray, 2014 If Melvin the Mop Boy from The Toxic Avenger (1984) was born of a vague Eastern European stock and was cast in a low-rent knockoff of Taxi Driver, you’d come close to being able to describe Bag Boy Lover Boy.  However, it transcends that description while also... Continue Reading →

Hippies in Hell in the Heartland: How I Drink Your Blood and The Texas Chain Saw Massacre Mirror the Culture Wars in America

...in the early to mid 1970’s two films would emerge that would use this theme to explore the two very different sides of the conversation, creating metaphors for what happens when city progressives are confronted with rural traditionalists in their own environment. I Drink Your Blood (1971) and The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974) would each create an aggressively oversimplified and terrifyingly singular antagonistic “family” which not only held up a mirror to the times in which the films were created, they held up and almost perfectly reflected each other.

Behind the Veil

  The wind rushed through a gaping hole in the collapsed structure roaring like the mouth of hell.   In the harsh sterile light emanating from a cellphone, Andrew couldn’t differentiate what was shredded nylon canvass and what was meat.  Save for a few backpacks, blood-soaked clothes, and one torn sleeping bag, the tent was empty. Three people should have been inside.

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