The Wes Craven film that brought back the slasher! It’s a brilliant film that killed off its main star (Drew Barrymore) in the first few minutes, shared the “rules of horror movies,” and brought David Arquette and Courteney Cox together. A meta masterpiece.
Time for some more elevated horror. There are only two weeks until Halloween! Time to bring out the big guns.
Rosemary’s Baby is a feminist-adjacent horror film about satanic cults and the medical-industrial complex that f*cks over women at every opportunity. Roman Polanski, while an asshole for sure, brilliantly directed this film. That clock ticking every time you see the bedroom wallpaper gets me every time, and the dream sequences are amazing. The film is an almost verbatim depiction of the novel by Ira Levin, who also wrote The Stepford Wives.
Guy Woodhouse is the worst.
Team Jason and Team Freddy faced off tonight in a movie/arcade/80s night Friday fiesta replete with arcade games, movies, and nachos for dinner. We started by watching F13 Part 3, where Jason finds his hockey mask and wreaks havoc on teens, and then watched Freddy vs. Jason, where a powerless Freddy harnesses Jason’s immortal murderousness to regain a foothold in the minds of hapless kids.
I’m always impressed by the premise and execution of Freddy vs Jason. What a fun combination of two great franchises. Horrible early 2k fashion can’t even dim this film’s greatness. Team Jason all the way 🪓
“Dude, that goalie was pissed about something.”
Some stereotypes go stay in a cabin and horror ensues. Kind of like the Truman Show, but with horrible zombies. Chris Hemsworth provides eye candy.
“Nothing surprises me anymore. We fucked up the air, the water, we fucked up each other. Why don’t we just finish the job by flushing our brains down the toilet?”
H.P. Lovecraft meets Stephen King meets detective movie.
Do you read Sutter Kane? If his books don’t scare you, you’re already dead.
After watching some 1980s junk, we decided to enjoy some elevated horror this evening. Adapted from a Daphne DuMaurier novel, this film is eerie and beautiful. After the grief of losing a child, a couple (played by Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie) are open to the possibilities of contact with their dead daughter through “second sight.” A woman scampering around in a red mackintosh fuels the horror.
The wardrobe in this film is amazing, from Julie Christie’s tweed coat to Sutherland’s royal blue top coat. Shopping goals.
A Wes Craven film. I find it interesting that the male protagonist of this one, who also has scary stuff going on in his dreams, is believed immediately. Nancy from NOES, on the other hand, had to go through hell and watch several friends die before people stopped telling her, “It’s just a nightmare, no big deal.” Being a teenage girl is dangerous, in these movies and in real life.
The soundtrack is a bit much.
Who eats random stuff off the ground?
Ha! Moe Rutherford: “No one is as dumb as I appear to be.”
ENOUGH IS NEVER ENOUGH!
The Stuff reminds me of something… something insidious that divides Americans and exists to enrich the few at the expense of the many… 🤔
The first film in the NOES franchise is the best. Johnny Depp’s death scene alone is worth the price of admission: “You don’t need a stretcher up there, you need a mop!”
Heather Langencamp is amazing as the teen protagonist. Great film to watch during the horror of the pandemic, since insomnia is a side effect of existential threats.
This week, we’re doing a Freddy vs. Jason film series, culminating in a viewing of Freddy vs. Jason (2003).
The second movie in the iconic franchise, in which we finally see the monster Jason Vorhees in all his slashing glory. This movie establishes the formula for the F13 movies with Jason, instead of his mother, as the killer, though Jason won’t get his hockey mask until next time.
Notice the Sam from Trick ‘R Treat lights in the mantle.