We came slashing through with the Four
Horsemen of Death. We’ve dedicated sizable slivers to the maniacal
Firefly Family, Charles Lee Ray and Hoghead 😱. But there are other,
lesser known horror movie characters who are just as evil and delightfully wicked as their
iconic counterparts. In this long ass 26-minute video, I introduce
five horror movie legends who deserve a blood-soaked pedestal of
their own. Good luck!!!
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I don’t care if you watch pro wrestling
or not … when you hear the word “undertaker”, there’s one man
who comes to mind: Mark Lamont Calaway, better known to wrestling
nerds as The Dead Man. While the man from the darkest parts of kayfabe’s Death Valley
virtually owns the name, I’d contend that another fictional character
not only beat him to the punch, but arguably did the role even
better. I’m talking about Uncle Roscoe, played by Joe Spinell in the
1988 horror movie classic The Undertaker.
Honestly, I’d never heard of this movie
until recently. But I’m glad I did, because it was pretty damn solid
and got me thinking about the potential of a movie based on WWE’s
phenom. Hey, it could totally happen! One day.
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The Four Horsemen of Death
To paraphrase a line from the great
James Jermaine Dillon: “Death is forever, and so is the Horsemen.”
From nameless demons to fleshed out characters with compelling
backstories, horror movie history is packed with a number of
memorable antagonists. That’s why it’s so amazing that a mere four
characters manage to stick out as avatars for the entire genre.
Yep. If there were ever a Mt. Rushmore of Horror, these four legends
would be front and center.
Pinhead
He is: Head Cenobite In ChargeWhat he does: Torture suckas who open
the box with his sinister brand of pleasure and pain … mostly pain.Favorite quote: “Your flesh is
killing your spirit.”Why he rules: A philosophical master of word play and
a freak who’ll “tear you apart” between the sheets, Pinhead is
easily the poster boy of the Hellraiser franchise … even though he
isn’t necessarily its primary antagonist. Dude is only limited by his hellish imagination, so kill for kill, I’d take him
in a one-on-one against any horror movie heavyweight.Michael Myers He is: The Shape
What...
Some movies are so bad they’re
excellent. Freddy’s Dead, anyone? Apparently a select few movies suck
ass, but can still leave a positive impression on the viewer. The
latest example is a wacky horror flick called The Neon Dead … like
a trippy mix of zombie flick and fantasy style video game. Any way, I
did a video review on it. Like to watch it, here it go!
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)...
Demon Cop vs. PMS Cop
When it comes to hard to kill homicidal
policemen in the horror genre, two names tend to come to mind: Maniac
Cop and Psycho Cop. Seems like the same idea, but each character
truly puts his own fun and unique twist on the rogue officer
narrative. Two supernatural one times that aren’t so fun are Demon
Cop and PMS Cop. The titular characters sound interesting enough on
paper, but when executed in a film, they don’t jump off the screen
very well … well, at least not in these iterations.Demon Cop is probably the most
promising … on paper. Eddie is an escaped mental patient as well a
former cop who became a probation officer after being wounded in a
drive-by shooting. Nigga is just destined to be an enforcer of the
law. SMH. On the real, he wants to make a difference in the hood, and
even mentors gang bangers in attempt to help them get their lives
together. Yes, this movie is set in an “urban”...
I often have this conversation in the horror community … well it’s usually just me
mentioning it and no one responding to it. Any way, I just don’t
think quote on quote “scary movies” are actually scary. Sure, as
a kid, Freddy, Jason, and Mike scared the shit out of me. But once I
entered my teenage years, these movies became campy, cheesy, comedic
gold. I mean my little sisters and cousins watched this shit like
Sesame St., so they were probably even less phased than I was. Crazy
little fuckers.
All that said, there’s still one thing
that creeps mature adult me out to this day … DOOM. Developed by id
software and released in 1993, DOOM took computer-based gaming to a
whole new level of immersion. Strap up, turn out the lights, and
prepare to send your heart-rate through the roof as you blast your
way through demon-infested space stations, ridiculous arsenal in tow,
in search of a truth that only gets grimmer the further you progress.
This game was LOADS of...
Why horror is so popular
Why horror is so popularAsk the question why, and guaranteed
there’s a know it all professional who can apply some deep-thinking
over-analysis in attempt to provide an answer. Why does mainstream
music suck today? Why do some girls have waffle ass? Why does little
Timmy eat the crayons? Today’s question is an extension of day 1’s
post: why are we so obsessed with scary movies? I already touched on
why I personally love horror movies. Now I’ll share a link to an
article I read with some interesting insight into why humans in
general get off on this fucked up form of cinema.
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31 Days of Horror: Why We Love Horror
At the time of this post, I’m in the
process of gorging on horror movies. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve
watched well over one hundred flicks during this two-month stretch.
All to gather inspiration for my debut visual novel The Rave. While
writing horror is an experimental gig for an author who’s more
comfortable with urban fiction (hood books) and erotica, the genre is
something I’m intimately familiar with. I’m a red dead horror head.
In fact, a good 90 percent of the programming my wife and I watch
together falls in the horror category. Whether it’s feature-length
movies like IT or TV shows such as The Walking Dead, our ideal of
spending time together usually consists of soaking up viewing
material from this immensely popular and controversial genre.
So why do I love horror so much? Hmmm,
it’s to hard say really. A know-it therapist type might draw on my
violent past. I have, after all, shamefully committed some atrocities
that would rattle the most hardened of spectators. Or my morbid sense
of...