Ginger Nuts of Horror
Upon the death of his great grandfather, Brandon Davis (Ben Browder, Farscape, Stargate SG1) a wedding photographer inherits an antique camera famous for taking Victorian death photography. After photographing his subjects they start to die from horrible, bizarre deaths, then reappearing as eerie death portraits. One by one Brandon begins to lose people very close to him as he struggles to uncover the haunting mystery behind the cursed camera. When his eleven year old son goes missing, Brandon discovers the camera has supernatural powers and has trapped his son inside of it. He must now risk all and journey beyond the realm of all imagination, to fight the hideous entities within, save his son and reverse the deadly curse that plagues them before they all become....Dead Still.
There are obvious comparisons between these two versions; after all they are both the same story, for those of you who have never read Stephen King's source material or seen any of the versions it is about a plain girl from a somewhat dysfunctional background whom upon reaching puberty finds out that it's a gift which keeps on giving as she develops extreme telekinetic abilities. It is essentially a horror tale of the consequences of bullying, that's how I see it anyway.
The Last Showing was a slightly weird experience to watch. I feel vaguely guilty saying bad things about it because the premise, on the face of it, is awesome. Robert Englund is a psychotic projectionist who wants to make his own horror movie. The original man who gave us nightmares wants to give us another one – and the setting for it is brilliant. As a Brit, one can get a bit fed-up of horror locations consisting of America or London, so having The Last Showing take place in a Vue cinema (Ellesmere Port, for fact fans) makes a welcome change.
Taking the short film circuit by storm is a hard task, but one which Serpent's Lullaby is more than up to as is already the case.
In a little under fifteen minutes this film manages to say so much with scarcely a word spoken. It is a private peek into the story of Medusa in a modern setting, Patricia Chica's handling of Charles Hall's script is masterful and the cinematography courtesy of Richard Duquette is somewhat reminiscent of the best of Chanel's advertising in that it is packed with stylish symbolism and comes across as very classy.
Is it style over substance? Not at all, this tale unfolds with a horror that perhaps we the viewing public had never considered.
The acting is fine and could even be described as 'minimalist', there's nothing spare about this, it is brilliantly executed with obvious care as parts of the subject matter are truly horrific in their subtext. Much is left to the imagination, which is for the best as what we see on screen enables us to see far deeper not only into the story but also into an aspect of the central character which is surprisingly well rounded.
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Yes people, it's here.... Godzilla, and I have seen it in all of its 3D glory.
Ok, so technically not a 'horror' review, but when I was growing up Godzilla was in the same league so I'm doing this anyway and rightly so as this film made me feel like I was experiencing a second childhood.
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I'm going to start off with an apology. Sorry. There, I've done it. What am I sorry for? I'm sorry because I know what I am going to say about I Frankenstein, and it isn't pretty. Neither is the monster, played by Aaron Eckhart. I've not read the graphic novel this film is based on, but can say without reservation that it has to be better than this film. It HAS TO BE. It can't not be. First of all it won't have the annoying voice-over with Mr Eckhart digging into his boots to find a macho enough voice for the character.
Sometimes a voice-over works, such as in Blade Runner, where even though the film is better without it, at least the voice-over is well performed. This is not even close being as it is mostly exposition and still nothing of any great interest. It sounds contrived from the get-go and after a while is a little grating.
There are B-Movies and then there are BS-Movies. Sadly Wolfcop falls firmly into the BS-Movie camp. This film either isn't aware of what constitutes a good B-movie or the filmmakers decide to ignore these important elements.
Alcoholic cop, keeps on blacking out, becomes wolfman, fights crime, uncovers a secret society saves the day. I would go into further plot details if in fact there were any. This is it, a piss poor narrative held together by dialogue and direction that is so poor even the cast look bored.
Many of you will have thought that Sharknado was the nadir of modern horror films, well I'm sorry to say that Wolfcop takes Sharknado and uses the watery corpse of that film as a litter tray and poops all over it.
Most films have some redeeming factors, be it a good performance, good SFX, or god forbid a good script. Judging by this effort I don't even think that the Where's Wally World Champion couldn't find one single redeeming factor in this film.
It's always hard to review a film that at heart is a decent film, but one that suffers from many of the problems associated with films of this type. Debug falls into this category. There is a really good film desperate to burst out from the trappings of clichés, poor budget and some really crazy and at times annoying plot points.
Welcome to the future, where a team of intrepid salvage workers go around rescuing old ships from cold vacuum of space. Unlike most salvage teams, this motley crew is not made up of tired space weary salvage operatives so beloved by the genre, as seen in such classics such as Alien and Event Horizon, two films that this film cheekily riffs on. What we have here is a team made up of criminal cyber hackers, forced into doing this sort of thing to lessen their sentences.
What seems to be a routine mission quickly turns into a fight for survival against a psychotic artificial intelligence as if there is any other kind. Trapped on the ship the only way for our heroes to survive is to defeat the rather oddly named IAm.
There seems to be a new trend emerging over the past few months with regards to horror films. It may well be that I have just become more discerning as to what films I watch, or it may well be that there are just more intelligent films out there that are not aimed at pre-pubescent teenage boys. Open Grave is one of these new breeds of horror film.
When Jon wakes up in a giant pit filled with dead and decaying corpses, he soon realises that he has no memory. Not just to why he ended up in the pit he has no memories, of who is, where he came from, hell he can't even remember who is mother is.
With some help he gets out of this hellish pit and he finds himself in the company of a group of people who like him have no memory. Stuck in an old farmhouse in the middle of huge forest with no knowledge of anything we follow this band of characters on journey of discovery, that is littered with the rotting corpses of shocking secrets.
With some films there is perfect a time and place to watch them. A time of the year that just adds to the viewing pleasure. Treehouse is a film that is just begging to be watched now. This backwoods horror/thriller is full of atmospheric shots of misty covered woods, with of autumn’s golden rays piercing through the cloying mist. It elicits a true sense of Halloween dread in the viewer.
The plot of Treehouse is a basic one, some thing or someone is kidnapping the kids in a typical sleepy small American town. You know the sort of town where everyone knows your name. Where every street is populated with Mom and Pop stores. So when a couple of kids go missing and a curfew is placed over the sleepy town, it's only traditional and inevitable that two kids decide to break the curfew for a chance of some late night nookie.
However as is want to happen in these sort of films their plans don't quite end up the way they want to. Left high and dry by their dates the two brothers decide to let off some fireworks, since it’s well known that all American teenagers are always packing fireworks and cherry bombs. When they let of one of their rockets they discover a large tree house high up in one of the ancient trees, and as teenage boys are want to do they just have to climb up and investigate. Bad move boys as this is going to be a night that you will never forget.