First clue: This month's movie is one of our favorite Cannon films.
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Tim's brother lectured me for about an hour for liking Piranha 3D mainly insisting it was a misogynistic movie. After making him watch it (for the first time mind you) he ate every last word. Not only is Piranha 3D a good horror movie, it's a great illustration on how to handle female characters in a horror movie.
Feminist elements: The Wild Wild Girls are more than just boob fodder, their characters have backstories, emotional and intellectual range, and are fully aware of what kind of the objectification they're participating in. There's never dialogue about the Wild Wild Girls being emotionally damaged in some way, or that they've been misled about what they're getting into, they're simply using their objectification for their own gain. The Sheriff in town has a MASSIVLY HUGE Deputy, but his mass is never used to suggest that he got the job because he balanced her stature. They work together on screen beautifully, each showing the audience why they choose to work together every day. (And the deputy isn't a just muscle either, he's capable throughout the movie and contributes to the problem solving as much as a deputy would be expected to.) Sheriff Forester isn't just the sheriff either, she's also a single mom of three. Do you know what is never brought up in the film? How she juggles being the sheriff and raising three kids. Not only is dad's absence not noted one single time, there is never any indication that she's in over her head. It's beautiful. The background fodder is loaded with bikini clad chicks, but there's also a fair amount of male swimsuit action (as apposed to fully clothed men and almost nude women). And the mass panic in the third act is actually mass, rather than being relegated to the ladies. And lastly [another mild spoiler here, jump to the next paragraph if you prefer] the sheriff is never saved by any of the men. She is set up as fully capable and saves the day with the aid of the people around her, rather than relying on them to save her from a jam.
It's a wonder Jackie Kong hasn’t made more movies. The Being was our introduction to her small cannon, and though it's not as off the wall as Blood Diner, it's still pretty fun all the way through.
Reasons to watch: A sheriff that refuses to listen to anyone. Exponentially better and better tree kill scenes. Effects and acting that will leave you with that “if they can do it, why can't we” feeling. Plot holes filled by “eureka” moments that come so far out of left field they seem like ideas fed to the actors by PAs off screen who are reading ahead in the script. And obviously, trees killing people!
The Trylon microcinema and Moon Palace Books have an amazing book-and-movie club called “That movie was a book?”. As the name suggests, they read a book and watch a movie that uses the book as source material. Deadly Eyes could be a movie they tackle some day, as it's roughly based on the James Herbert horror novel The Rats. Yes, this giant killer rat movie is based on a giant killer rat book.
The plot of Squirm unfolds something like this: The sleepy low-country town of wherever is about to understand the amazing power of electricity. A downed power line near the local worm farm sends electricity deep into the soil, causing the worms on the farm to mutate. The town's teens are on the case, but the local sheriff won't listen to a word they say. Will they get through to him before the whole town is composted by worms?
Yes this is a soul-crushing documentary and not technically eco-horror, but everyone I know who's seen Blackfish instantly comments on how horrifying it is...
After watching American Werewolf in London during last year's Horror for the Holidays, Tim was really excited to watch more werewolf movies! It sounded like a really good idea at the time...
Eco-horror/appropriation plot twist: The wolves in this movie are spirits, or possibly gods [or camera men], who are protecting their ancient hunting ground in the middle of the Bronx. That bit is odd because previous attacks of a similar nature in NYC aren't referenced in this flick. There's not even lore about a monster among the people who live in the area. Apparently during the construction of the Bronx, or the urbanization of that area in general (or the MASS GENOCIDE OF NATIVE AMERICANS centuries before) there was no need to for the wolves to defend their hunting ground. It's almost like these ancient spiritual beings never existed before 1980, but we're expected to believe they're part of the very fabric of our world because magic Native Americans. (And there is actually a magical Native American in this film, he's a shapeshifter and the prime suspect in this case as a result. Because of course First Nations people can actually shape shift. Or at least believe so hard that they can that they kill people with their bare hands.) Did the writers actually think we would believe that this highrise being constructed was the last straw for these ancient spirits? Or were they just using America's flimsy grasp of First Nation culture as an “easy” way to make the movie more super natural. (My chips are on the latter.)
The Bay is a horror movie based in 85% truth. The filmmakers were making a documentary when they discovered multiple long-form news stories on the very subject they were tackling. They were completely disheartened to find those stories were already largely being ignored by the public, or buried, or both. Then it struck them to shift gears: they'd take their groundwork and turn the project into a found-footage style horror movie. The result would be a creepy horror movie you can't get out of your head for days, that would be largely ignored by the public, or buried, or both.
Blood Freak (the movie title we based our blog's title on!) is one of those anything-can-happen movies, on par with Blood Feast and Something Weird. Just when you think things couldn't get weirder, they throw the kitchen sink at you.
The Narrator: This basement-budget movie has a narrator who sits at a desk, chain smoking cigarettes in a wood-panel basement. He doesn't just bookend the movie with beatnik pontifications, he interjects his whacked-out ideas throughout the flick. Oh, he's also the co-director/writer of this picture! (The other director, of course, is our war vet Herchell.)