Monday, February 22, 2010

Hope You Enjoyed The Preview of Ex-Heroes...

For those of you who missed it (shame on you), Juano’s Addiction hosted a 48 hour sneak peek at the new book Ex-Heroes over the weekend. Readers got a taste of this fun new vision of the zompocalypse – as imagined by the wonderfully twisted mind of Peter Clines. But don’t fret if you missed it – the book is now officially on sale, so you can go buy it at Amazon.com or any other fine bookseller to find it! Go!
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For more info about Peter Clines, check out his Facebook fan page.

For more info on the publisher, go to the Permuted Press web site.

For more info on averting the zompocalypse, check here. Seriously - Canadians and zombies are a bad mix.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Sex On The Brain - A VD Soundtrack

What’s that you say? You want another soundtrack for your VD to rival the ones from 2008 and 2009? Sounds good, but what’s the twist this year? A collection of ditties about pleasures of the flesh? Sounds good! Some of these are double entendre laden masterpieces, while others are…well, let’s just say that some are about as subtle as Van Halen’s For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge or Big Black’s bluntly titled magnum opus. But just because they beat you over the head with it doesn’t mean they don’t deserve a listen. When the mood for some lovin’ hits, just press play…

1. “Let’s Get It On” – Marvin Gaye
2. “Bend Over, I’ll Drive” – The Cramps
3. “Big Ten-Inch Record” – Aerosmith
4. “Banana Pudding” – Southern Culture On The Skids
5. “Wild Thing” – Tone Loc
6. “Sex and Candy” – Marcy Playground
7. “Big Dumb Sex” – Soundgarden
8. “Hoochie Coochie Man” – Muddy Waters
9. “You’re So Damn Hot” – OK Go
10. “Pour Some Sugar On Me” – Def Leppard
11. “Porno Getaway” – Seventeen
12. “Hide The Salami” – Pajama Slave Dancers
13. “Bad Touch” – Bloodhound Gang
14. “Get It Up” – Mindless Self Indulgence

Any other songs from your saucy secret stashes that I didn’t think of? Post ‘em in the comments section, kids…

Friday, February 12, 2010

Two Busted Out Of The Cuckoo's Nest...

Okay, it took a bit longer than I expected, but I’m home. Why the silent treatment since last time? I may not have been on what you'd refer to as "model behavior", so I lost my computer privileges. To backtrack - do you remember that third kid from the Tim Hortons? I guess he finally found his inner zombie at the local police station (or would it be a Mountie station? I get confused from all the Dudley Do-Right Canadian stereotypes). He ate a local drunk, and they put him in a cell by himself ‘til they could get the paperwork together to ship him over to…wait for it…yep, the five-star loony bin where I’ve been cooling my heels. Clearly, Canadian doctors find a pulse to be optional when transferring a prisoner.

I was so doped up in that first month that you probably could have put a bull elephant wearing a smoking jacket and fez in the day room and I would’ve asked him to play checkers. And I probably would’ve lost. So, forgive me for not noticing the undead curling team kid showing up. Luckily, one of my schizo buddies down the hall started hearing stories about someone who had been wheeled in with full Hannibal Lecter regalia. He got a private suite, for obvious reasons. And he really started making a name for himself (Chompy MacGillacuddy, I believe it was) when the biting began.

Thankfully, Virtual Stranger got my message about needing a rescue in time to prevent a further outbreak. Granted, by the time he got there we had to put the whole place on lockdown - let’s just say that most of the patients and staff had those hungry eyes by that point (and no, not the kind that Eric Carmen sang about). Luckily, Stranger doesn’t mess around – he likes guns. Big ones. His personal fave is a sawed-off number he named Daisy (whether or not his marriage to said weapon of choice is legal in California is a story for another time). We outfitted the rest of the crazies with some choice weaponry, and there were surprisingly few friendly fire incidents. Don’t worry, we took the boomsticks away from them once we cleared the building. But if you should be near Toronto, and you see someone walking around in a robe carrying a pink plush bunny – call the cops. Jimmy the schizo may have been a big help clearing a zombie-infested nuthouse, but you don’t want him hanging around your town. Trust me.

So, home in time for V-Day. And from the looks of my inbox, we’ve got a lot to talk about. Check some of these out:

StinkyPete999 wants to know why the networks want to make him cry by burning off so many of his favorite shows – Dollhouse, Better Off Ted, Scrubs, and the list goes on.

DDollDevotee questions whether Amanda Palmer’s engagement to a certain Sandman author is real, or just some kind of wacky PR stunt.

DedMilkfan is ecstatic about the Dead Milkmen getting back together to write some new material and wants to know if they will be coming around on tour.

SBabyHead is curious why the Spiderbaby piece I promised months ago still isn’t written…

A lot of very valid questions – and being incarcerated in a Canadian sanitarium isn’t going to last long as an excuse, so I better get to work on some answers. Hope to rant to you more regularly soon – and maybe we’ll even see a Valentine’s soundtrack to mark my two year blogaversary

Monday, January 4, 2010

Tim Hortons Fears A Ghoul

One bad call can sure ruin a fella’s day – one really bad call, and you’re locked away in an asylum for the holidays. That’s right, kids - I’ve been tossed in the loony bin, the funny farm, the straightjacket suite…whatever you’d call it, I’m here. To make things worse, I’m on the northern exposure of the Canadian border, so none of my usual contacts have been around to bust me out. So, if any of the regulars are reading this – Stranger, Mr. B, Field – I sure could use a rescue. It’s getting so you can’t kill a couple of zombie plague infected college kids in a donut shop without someone calling the authorities anymore.

I’ve been on “good behavior” since Thanksgiving, which adds up to about fifteen minutes of unmonitored internet access a day (granted, it’s a Canadian coconut phone modem, but I can’t be too choosy). The computer has been part of my therapy privileges since Boxing Day (yeah, I know what you're thinking – was I still too crazy to control myself 24 hours earlier on Christmas? I guess you'd have to ask those frakkin’ canucks!). I neglected to tell them about my little blog, and I’m hoping what they don’t know just might save me.

How did I get in this mess? Well, back in early November a buddy of mine from Toronto caught some scanner chatter about three sickly looking jocks causing a ruckus at a Tim Hortons. One of them passed out for a while and woke up a little too bitey for the locals, if you catch my drift. Lucky me (sense the sarcasm?), I was in the area already, so I said I’d check it out.

And to start, this seemed like one of the easiest gigs ever. First off, to walk in to the smell of caramel and coffee versus the putrefied meat stink that I’m usually greeted with…definitely a bonus. Second, only two of the three had turned by the time I got there. One of them was moving so slowly that I was actually able to take him out with a pointy day-old cruller to the eye – which is certainly going in my top five favorite zombie takedowns of all time. The other one slipped in a puddle of coffee one of the minimum wage monkeys had spilled, and bashed his own brains in on the corner of the ice machine.

But that was the end of my luck. The police showed up when I was trying to dispatch the third one. He hadn’t turned yet, and the authorities generally frown on the whole “murder spree” thing – especially when their prime suspect is babbling about the undead. Suddenly, I’m the bad guy?! Really, no applause necessary – just throw me in a padded room, I’ll be all set. We’ll just hope that when the third kid turns, he’s as clumsy as his buddies.

And here we are. Somebody needs to track this IP address and GET ME OUT!! In the meantime, I’ll keep you guys in the loop. I’ve missed a lot over the holidays, so I’ll try to make up for some lost time. And no more whining about being locked up, I promise...

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Craptastic Horror Flicks - Unworthy Of A Remake?

My good friend Virtual Stranger’s piece made me start thinking about the rampant remakes – and there are certainly more to come. So, given the ridiculous amounts of junk that the ‘80s spewed out, what might never rate the upgrade? For that matter, did they rate the transfer from Beta? Sure, some of them are guilty pleasures that still bring a grin to my face. Did some of them even earn a sequel? Of course, but it was the ‘80s so that’s not exactly a badge of honor – I mean, how many sequels did Chucky get? See where I’m going with this?

Let’s take a look at some crap, shall we?

1. Demons (1985) – Those wacky Italians and their gore fests! Dario Argento, maestro of mayhem, delivered buckets of guts in this outing. And oh, what a lovely mid-‘80s soundtrack – Motley Crue, Accept, Scorpions – those spandex clad butt cheeks alone send shivers down the spine. Oh yeah, and there was some kind of plot, too – centered around a theatre opening in West Berlin, where moviegoers are treated to a horror scene on and off the screen. You see, when a woman in the lobby tries on a “prop” mask, a needle hidden inside gives her a demonic hickey. When that bad dog begins to fester, she turns all toothy and starts a-killin’. Of course, anyone she bites gets a slight case of demonitis, too – cue nonstop slaughter, roll credits. Hey, at least the outbreak didn’t start from a demonic toilet seat…

2. 976-Evil (1988) – Ring-ring… “Yeah, this is Hoax.”
“Hey, buddy, it’s Satan. Listen, I know your nerdy existence is frustrating and lonely. How about you let me possess you and take you on a little killing spree? I PROMISE to get you laid”
“Um…okay.”
That’s the long and short of it. A satanic phone number. Suddenly, that evil toilet seat doesn’t seem quite as preposterous, does it? (Of note: this was directed by Robert Englund.)

3. The Video Dead (1987) - Is there an entire subgenre of horror focused on spooky things creeping out of your TV? If so, this flick would end up sandwiched somewhere between Carol Anne’s TV experience (wait, isn’t that a prog-metal band?) in Poltergeist and The Ring's sopping wet killer brat. Oh, this time it’s zombies from the cable dimension, in case you were curious. (For more things clawing their way out of your flatscreen, check Demons 2.)

4. Dead Pit (1989) – Given Dr. Ramzi’s bedside manner, you could make a case that Mengele was just a bit misunderstood. One would assume that Ramzi’s reign of terror would have ended when he was killed and buried in the basement of a mental hospital. But twenty years later, the magical pairing of an earthquake and a girl with psychic mojo end up unleashing the now undead doc on the world. Oh, and his former “patients” join him for some revenant festivities. Luckily, they brainstorm and decide to start up a zombie day spa with rejuvenating seaweed wraps…Okay, no, they really just kill a bunch of people – but it would’ve been an interesting alternative.

5. Madman (1982) – It’s a horror story told around the campfire – after Madman Marz killed his whole family with an axe, he was captured and hung in the woods. But, as fellas with the nickname “Madman” often do, he escaped to kill again! Now, when his name is uttered above a whisper, Marz is likely to do his best barber impression and take a little off the top – scalp and all. Cue the dumb kid yelling his name, followed by scenes of camp counselors having crazy hot tub sex right before getting massacred. Was this a Friday the 13th rip-off? Sure. But this was a REDNECK supernatural backwoods killer. It’s the subtle differences…

6. Basket Case (1982) – It’s true what they say about two heads being better than one – especially for some bloody carnage. If that second head belongs to your nearly inhuman formerly conjoined twin…bonus! The boys hold a slightly murderous grudge against the docs that separated them and…well, I’m guessing you can figure out the rest, right? You almost feel for poor Duane (the human half of the duo) as he discovers love…at the same time his monstrous counterpart slithers away to kill again. Worst…double date…EVER…

7. Sorority Babes In The Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama (1988) – Ahhh…the title says it all, doesn’t it? The time was the ‘80s, where the women clearly shed their clothes to do everything – it’s a historical fact. “Eeeek! There’s a noise in the basement – let me just strip down to a thong and investigate!” “What, there are zombies outside? I’d better do some nude aerobics to warm up before running away!” Linnea Quigley, scream queen extraordinaire, was the feature bimbette in this cheese fest – which featured a wish-granting imp that had been imprisoned in (I kid you not) a bowling trophy. Somehow, the wishes all have disastrous consequences – and not just to trap you in bowling shoes for eternity, but that’s a start…

8. The Gate (1987) – You know that sneaking suspicion you had as a kid that if you had a hole big enough, it would unleash Hell on earth? What’s that? Your parents told you the hole would just end up taking you to China? Well that’s just silly. This movie shows us what would really happen – when the hole in Glen’s backyard starts churning green smoke and smelling like Dante’s BBQ Pit, demonic misbehaving can’t be far behind. Granted, the addition of Glen’s blood and some light incantations and ouija board summoning don’t help matters - yeesh, it’s like they’ve never seen a horror movie before. In the end, the lyrics of an obscure heavy metal band explain how to get their supernatural pests under control. And here I thought metal was supposed to CAUSE the problems – maybe I should go dig out my old Ronnie James Dio on vinyl just in case. Yeah, that’s probably not the best plan either...

9. Slumber Party Massacre (1982) – Sexy pillow fight, anyone? Wait, let’s check with the slasher of the week… Yeah, he’s okay with it - he’s also open to Jell-O wrestling. Oh, but he’s going to have to kill you all horribly with a power tool after the strip charades. It IS a massacre, after all. The funny thing about this raunchy romp is that it was penned by a feminist activist (Rita Mae Brown) as a parody of the slasher genre – but the producers decided it should be a more “serious” affair, thus the cheese-fest that it became. The first sequel (yes, there have actually been THREE) used INTENTIONAL humor much better than the freshman outing.

10. Night of the Creeps (1986) – What, you think you can find a better movie about alien brain parasites that turn their hosts into zombies? Yeah, I’m looking at you Slither! The humorous parallels between the mindless zombies and the frat boys they infect are lost on no one, and this is ‘80s schlock at its finest. (This one was just re-released on DVD this week, so go grab it!)

Bonus ‘90s Crap
11. Dead Alive (1992) – Nobody EVER believes the story of the cursed Sumatran rat monkey ‘til it’s too late. Suddenly, Mum’s a zombie who’s infecting the populace and you end up having to chop up the neighbors with a lawnmower. Dang, Peter Jackson (who directed) got lucky when he started courting Hobbits and giant monkeys – do you think he put this one on his resume? (Yes, I know I’m going to get crap for putting this cult fave on the list, but c’mon…)

If there’s anything you think might be conspicuously absent from this list, chances are it’s being remade. Yes, even Silent Night, Deadly Night – because who doesn’t want to see a Santa wannabe killing the neighborhood. ‘Til next time, have a gory good time – and Happy Halloween!

Monday, October 26, 2009

Original Sin by Virtual Stranger

Ahhhh, tis the season for infectious disease, random murders, and bone-chilling screams in the middle of the night. I knew what I was getting into when I moved to Los Angeles, though, so it’s too late to start complaining. And it’s not that bad when you get used to it.

Awful truth is, I used to be scared of everything. The dark. Things under the bed. Things in the closet (thank you, Stephen King for “The Boogeyman,” which haunts me to this day). Heights. Blood. Snakes. Monsters. Paris Hilton. Paris Hilton wasn’t even born yet, but I dreaded her coming. I got recurring nightmares from Fantasy Island, Land of the Lost, and even the old Get Smart show. You name it, I lost sleep because of it.

I gradually grew out of my abject terror, but it wasn’t until I met our lovely host in college that I was introduced to the idea of horror as a good thing. El Juano showed me the glory of the gory and the thrill of the thriller.

Alas, most of you these days don’t get to experience the joy of horror, because a lot of what you get has been kind of re-processed and homogenized with a few additives and preservatives. It’s hard to tell one horror movie from another, to be honest. Y’see, Timmy, back in the day before all film studios turned out was remakes, some of us got to see these things called Original Films. You probably know most of them today as remakes, but you don’t really know horror until you’ve treated yourself to some of these gems in their original form.

Night of the Living Dead (1968)
Little did little Georgie Romero know that he and his buddies were starting a whole subgenre of movies when they scraped together enough cash to make the most gruesome horror movie they could. Before then, zombies were people Boris Karloff hypnotized to work on his Haitian plantation, but within a few years they’d created a new nightmare--the next door monster. Slow, lumbering, almost unstoppable, and its only function is the biggest taboo in human society: cannibalism. Since then people have tried to speed zombies up, smarten them up, and laugh them up, but to this day nothing beats the original for sheer shivers. And a rights screw-up left it in the public domain, so you can even download it and watch it right now.
(Seriously, go here to download it now!)

The Omen (1976)
Rupert Thorne’s adopted son, Damien, has problems. His nanny commits suicide in a truly spectacular fashion at his birthday party. The nice priest that looks like Doctor Who dies horribly just after trying to reveal the secret of Damien’s true parentage. And a photographer has started to assemble an ugly list of coincidences about the boy that could mean bad news for everyone, and I do mean everyone!

Unlike the crass remake that was rushed out because some marketing guy figured out how to read a calendar, this film is all suspense. No creepy things in mirrors. No cheap shots. Not even much of a body count. You can count the deaths on one hand, really. But the atmosphere in this movie keeps piling up and piling up as Rupert sees the photographer’s eerie pictures, they discover how thoroughly Damien’s past has been erased, and by the time they’re prying open tombs in a European graveyard, just a quick glimpse of a few bones can make you shudder. You can drown in this movie! It’s the creepy tale of two men who’ve discovered they’re standing in front of a juggernaut, and nothing they do has a prayer of stopping it.

Halloween (1978)
Even if you never knew the story, John Carpenter’s little film about a guy in a Shatner mask killing folks became an instant icon by tying itself to our favorite holiday. This groundbreaking film (and it really was) took an idea that had been lurking on the edge of the American consciousness and threw it out in the open. What if Michael Meyers, a perfectly normal kid from a perfectly normal family... just went crazy? What if he carved up a few folks and no one knew why? Worse yet, what if he spent his life in an institution, got loose, and decided to pick up with the senseless killing right where he left off? Combined with Carpenter’s revolutionary “point of view” camerawork, an almost real-time script, and a series of gruesome on-screen murders, this film literally changed how horror movies were made. Seriously. Hollywood completely re-geared after this film. The era of sophisticated “adult” horror was gone, and it was now being aimed specifically at teenagers. All because of this movie.

Hey, speaking of aiming at teenagers...

Friday the 13th (1980)
Everyone knows the iconic vision of Jason in his hockey mask. What some of you youngins probably don’t know is that he didn’t get the mask until the third movie in the series. In the second movie he just wore a dirty pillowcase with some eye-holes. Heck, in the first movie Jason was only a minor character. The killer was someone else entirely! Who? Go rent it, I’m not going to tell you everything...

In a way, this series did in the ‘70s what Rob Zombie did in 2007 with his remake. They both tried to copy the original Halloween, but didn’t quite understand what it was about that movie that was so terrifying. Teenagers using drugs? Check! Teenagers having sex? Check! Savage killer? Check! Loads of blood? Check! Friday the 13th just grabbed all the sensational elements of Halloween and ignored some of the deeper subtext... just like Rob Zombie did.
This series created a whole new sub-genre-- the slasher film. It gave everyone the right to call themselves a filmmaker, provided they could figure out creative ways to kill people that sprayed blood a minimum of seven feet. Plus it gave Kane Hodder a career as the man behind the mask.

The Fog (1979)
Carpenter comes back with the story of a wonderful little oceanside town that’s been sitting on a few ugly secrets from the past. Jamie Lee Curtis comes back as the young lady who has to live through it, even though she’s out of her teens. Creepy undead pirates just make us want to come back again and again. This movie gets a lot of mileage out of simple camera tricks, not giving us a good look at the monsters, and that biggest of all nightmares--karma. While it seems a bit unfair at first that the dead things in the fog are picking on this little town, we come to find out the town kind of had it coming. Yeah, we don’t want to see Jamie Lee and her new beau get torn up, but the rest of ‘em... well, the undead have a pretty solid argument in their favor. I say kill ‘em all, let God sort ‘em out.

The Hills Have Eyes (1977)
Oddly enough, this early film by Wes “Elm Street” Craven is the American equivalent of Godzilla. The Japanese made a movie about the horrors of the nuclear age, we saw a film about a big dinosaur knocking down buildings. Then America made a film about an innocent (well semi-innocent) group of recluses being mutated by nuclear testing, forgotten, and forced to fend for themselves... and it got remade into a story about brutal cannibals. The real horror of this story wasn’t what these people up in the hills did, it was about what they were. It was this eerie story about how the monster was human and he wasn’t alone. He brought Ma, Pa, Granny, little Joe, and little Becky-Sue with him. The flesh-eating, that was just a side thing.

And if the word on the street is true, this time next year I’m going to have to rant about Evil Dead and Hellraiser, so go see those before they’re torn down and rebuilt.

Go!!

(Virtual Stranger was the inspiration for both the epic poem Beowulf and the motion picture Raiders of the Lost Ark, and is single-handedly responsible for repelling the Martian Invasion of 1936 that occurred in Grovers Mills, New Jersey. He is the author of numerous short stories, the upcoming Ex-Heroes, and an as-yet-undiscovered Dead Sea Scroll. There is compelling evidence that he is, in fact, the Limbergh baby.)

For more of Virtual Stranger's wonderful breed of insanity, check out his ranty blog!

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Sink Your Rotting Teeth Into Toronto's Zombie Short Film Festival

Remember when zombies weren’t in vogue, and those of us who loved (and rightfully feared) them were considered a bunch of freaks? Luckily, if they were any more fashionable now they’d be wearing Jimmy Choos as they ripped into your melon to scoop out the juicy brains. MMMM…brains!

To celebrate the undead in style, our neighbors to the North (no, not Vermont you morons – Canada! Now pay attention!) have organized the first (hopefully annual) Zombie Short Film Festival at the Revue Cinema in Toronto, Ontario. So on October 30th, moviegoers from around the world can flock to see brains and viscera and gore…oh my!

The deadline for submissions was October 1st, so any enterprising filmmakers who hadn’t already shipped out their gory best will have to wait until next year to enter. From this year’s myriad of entries, the Zombie Fest crew (led by co-founders Jim Taylor and Cory Laffin) has already whittled the list down to the top 10, which is what will be screened for the lucky audience on the night of the event.

What kind of wacky revenant hijinks can we expect, you ask? Well, from what I’ve seen so far, we can expect a bit of CGI animation, a dash of homeless heroics and a smattering of…zombie on Barbie violence (yeah, you read that right!). You say you want to take a peek? Beware, here are some delightfully demented examples:

So, you'd like to see some silly zombie home movies? Check out The Lonely Squirrel (by Ronni Raygun Thomas) here.

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Or how about a glimpse into how a bum may be humanity's best hope for survival in Bum of the Dead (by Geoff Whitman and crew):

Bum of the Dead from Geoff Whitman on Vimeo.

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What, your appetite's still not sated? Fine, how about checking out the tale of two Barbies in love during the zompocalypse in Housewarming (by Lee Marquardt) here.

And the fun doesn't stop there! Just imagine the gooey goodness that awaits you on the 30th. Check out the Zombie Short Film Festival web site for all the details (including the list of finalists) here. Just make sure your passport's ready to cross that border in a couple of weeks, folks - have a splatterific good time!