Head Like A Jar, Appearing In Call of Poohthulhu from April Moon Books

No it’s not an April Fool’s joke, it’s an April Moon antho.

Yes, my beloved Canadian publisher April Moon Books, who put out my James Bond vs. Cthulhu novel Mindbreaker is back with another inspired and unlikely pairing, this time the roly-poly denizens of Milne’s Hundred Acre Wood and the nameless entities of old H.P.

The Celery at the Threshold by John Linwood Grant

The Very Black Goat by Christine Morgan

Back to the Black Bog by Lee Clark Zumpe

Where Howls the Edgog by Pete Rawlik

In Which We Discover the 101st Acre by Robert Ottone

Eeyore Makes a Friend by Jackson Parker

When She Was Very Tired by Lisa Cunningham

The Statement Of Eeyore Carter by Kevin Wetmore

Acrewood by Jude Reid

And my entry, Head Like A Jar, in which Piglet finds himself pursued by a Heffalump.

In addition, I’m over the moon to know that Carmen Cerra, an extremely talented artist I’ve been trying to get another book off the ground with for a while now, has been brought on board to illustrate. He’s really going to elevate this collection in a way I’m not sure it quite could all on its own.

Art by Carmen Cerra

I’ve had something of a rough couple of years. At first I sort of shook my head at the idea of this book, but I very quickly warmed to the idea of attempting to write a Milne-esque story. I read Winnie The Pooh and The House At Pooh Corner to my eldest daughter Magnolia in the womb, and later reread the stories to each of my kids, so I know them like Edward Bear knows the bottom of a honey pot. They hold a Very Special Place in my heart.

Writing this story was sheer joy and went a signifcant way towards alleviating some of the real-life burdens I’ve been feeling late. Gave me my happy back for a bit, and broke through an annoyingly long spate of writer’s block I’d been allowing myself to butt up against. I hope readers will glean something useful from this silly little story, at the very least enjoyment, just as I hope my children will one day pick it up and get a smile from it, knowing their father as they do.

Here’s an excerpt….a brief one, because I don’t want to give too much away.

Piglet tumbled head-over-heels down from the top of the Forest, over the close set grass, and didn’t stop tumbling until one of the sixty something trees that surrounded the clearing kindly stepped in his way.

He lay that way for a little bit, looking up and waiting for the grass and the darkening sky to decide which was on top. The sky was very cloudy and cross, so eventually it won out. The grass stooped and apologized for having given offense. Then the sky cracked a bit of strange, red lightning like a coach whip which told Piglet he had better get on his way. So he did, though he wasn’t sure just where he was going.

It got very stormy and dark, like a spilled inkpot spreading across a sky blue sheet, but it did not rain. That was something, at least.

As he scurried along through the spinneys Piglet heard a Very Loud Sound behind him, like a large animal Sniffling and Snuffling. He remembered just then that he had been going Away, and so he continued going there with all haste.

Piglet could not recall a Dark So Total in the Forest, though admittedly he spent most nights fast asleep, dreaming of what he would do the next day or what he had done the previous day, or things he might never do however many days he had. He wished he were dreaming now in his warm bed instead of running through the trees, for he had quite forgotten the way and it was getting so very dark it was hard to see by.

If he could not be asleep, then he wished at least that he were not Alone.

Eventually he came to a place he half-recognized, though it was not a place he frequented and not the one he had been wishing to get to, it being particularly Gloomy and wet here. However, it was Away from the Very Loud Sound, and so he supposed he musn’t be ungrateful.

“Hullo, who is that?” came a sad voice that he knew somehow belonged to this place (or was it the other way around?).

“P-p-piglet,” Piglet answered, hugging himself because being Alone there was no one else to hold onto.

“Good morning P-p-piglet,” said the voice, belonging to a low gray something standing with its neck bowed in the gloom. “If it is a good morning, or morning at all, which I doubt.”

Piglet thought hard. It was as if the Dark So Total had leaked into his thinker, and he had to strike a match to see his own memories by, and the match was all wet and soggy.

“Eeyore!” he said at last, and toddled over to find the gray donkey standing to up his knees in the bog, nosing at a thistle. “Oh Eeyore!” Piglet said, and threw his arms excitedly around Eeyore’s neck. “I am so happy to see you!”

“You are?”


Me, Eeyore?”

“Yes! I was so scared, running through the Forest. I was just wishing I could find anybody at all.”

“Oh. Well. I suppose being anybody is better than being nobody.”

“Eeyore, there’s a Very Loud Sound back there,” Piglet said, nervously pointing back the way he’d come.

“What sort of a sound?” Eeyore said, cocking one of his ears in the direction Piglet had pointed.

“It’s like a sort of…Sniffling and Snuffling. I don’t want to stay here.”

“Not many do.”

“I mean, it’s so Very Loud, it hurts my ears. I’m trying to get Away, do you understand?”

“I understand wanting to be Away. Some can afford the luxury. Some can’t. But there it is.”

“There what is?”

Eeyore sighed, very long and very loud.

“Nothing. I think I hear your Sound, Little Piglet. It’s coming closer. My, all this Unexpected Company in the middle of the night.”

“I thought it was the middle of the morning,” said Piglet, nervously looking back the way he’d come.

“It may be,” said Eeyore, considering it. “One middle can look much like the other in a Dark So Total….”

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Are We There Yet? Appearing In Horror On Holiday from Golden Goblin Press

Oscar Rios and editor Brian Sammons are bringing out a new Lovecraftian anthology from Golden Goblin Press called Horror On Holiday via Kickstarter, so head on over there and kick a buck –


Peep the lineup –

A Gilded Butterfly by Glynn Owen Barrass
You Take It With You by Helen Gould
In Light Accessible by John Linwood Grant
Geneaology by William Meikle
A Palette of Honey and Amber by Andi Newton
Castles In The Sand by Peter Rawlik and Sal Ciano
Thin Ice by Oscar Rios
A Kingdom of Magic by Brian S. Sammons
The Isle of Ma’an Du by Sam Stone
The Fun Fair by Tim Waggoner
The Family In The Wood by Helen Yau
Summoning My Soul To Endless Sleep by Lee Clarke Zumpe

My own offering Are We There Yet? concerns a beleaguered father on an extended road trip with his family. They pull into a lonely gas station where the elderly attendant passes a brochure for a chintzy roadside attraction to his excitable son. As the boy becomes more and more obsessed with seeing the dubious wonders promised in the brochure, the father notices the compulsion spreading to the other members of the family, and finally to himself, as a series of increasingly insistent advertisements guide them further and further off their intended route.

Here’s the opening lines –


Greg Trezvant signaled his exit.

Between Lisa’s shrill screaming over the kids’ cacophony in the backseat and a growing, paranoid suspicion that the GPS was somehow lying to him, the green turnoff sign that promised Gas-Food (probably in the wrong order, Greg reflected) looked like the emerald leaves of a shimmering oasis in an endless desert dotted with No Facilities cacti.

His seven year old, Robert, was pinching himself through his sweatpants and wailing for a toilet in a tone so high and resonating Greg was this close to bleeding out of his ears. A year ago they had had trouble keeping the kid from taking a leak in the bushes in front of the house, but Lisa had discouraged his habit of pissing in the open so effectively Robert was now unable to even fathom jumping out of the car and going in a ditch. Greg had pulled over and physically removed him from the vehicle at one point and yanked down his trousers only to watch his son dance in place screaming until Lisa had loudly demanded they both get back in and stop wasting time.

Jainey was exacerbating things, hollering for her little brother to shut up, presumably so she could hear every minute intonation of whatever was thumping in her earbuds. She was eleven and had apparently outgrown empathy somewhere around her last birthday.

Lindsey’s Filling Station was exactly that. Not a proper gas station, but a throwback to the days of yesteryear when mechanics would answer the ringing of the Milton bell and come swarming over your car to check the fluids and tires. The rusted old Pepsi Cola gas pump had no POS pad in sight, just a handwritten sign that said “Please Pay Inside Before You Pump!”

Inside looked a bit dubious. The building was as old as the gas pump, with thick, dusty glass. There was no chain fast food joint or ice cream place adjoining, but another exclamatory handwritten sign promised “Best Homemade Jerky On The Interstate!”

It was the restroom Robert was interested in, and he and Lisa hit the ground running like a couple of Green Berets disembarking from a Huey. They rushed in, jangling the sleigh bells over the door as it banged open, Lisa yelling, “Bathrooooom?”

Greg saw a gnarled finger on a liver spotted hand reach out and point through the doorway, and his wife and son wheeled and charged down that direction.

He cut the engine with deliberate slowness and turned in his seat, tapping Jainey on the knee to alert her that he was exiting the vehicle.

“Why’re we stopping here?” she shouted.

“Come on. You know why.”


He tapped his earlobe and she rolled her eyes and turned down her music.

“I said you know why. Come on. Get out and stretch your legs, hit the toilet. I don’t know when we’ll see another one.”

“Why don’t we ever stop anywhere interesting?” Jainey whined.

Inside, the shelves of the little gas station were packed with crap; dusty quarts of oil, chintzy souvenir keychains and postcards, heaps of salty, sugary snacks. Crap, crap, and made-to-be crap. Jainey drifted in, sweeping the shelves with her bored eyes like a shark bloated from killing but still ostensibly in the market for a stray mackerel.

Behind the register, a long faced old man with a head of wavy, buttercream white hair grinned toothily. He was dressed in bib overalls and a red flannel shirt and a fisherman’s vest covered with a myriad of eccentric pins with pithy, folksy sayings like “Bless Your Heart,” “Southern Pride,” and “Fine ‘N Dandy.” A slat-eyed cartoon goat grinned at him from one of the pins.

“You the fella owns that thunderstorm that swept through here a minute ago?” the old man asked.

Greg held up his hands sheepishly.

“I just hope he didn’t drop any rain between here and your restroom.”

There was a loud industrial flush from a back hall.

“No, no, I think he made it alright,” the old man said with a laugh.

A door rattled open and Robert came skipping out as if nothing had ever been the matter. Lisa was in tow, looking haggard.

“Where you all headed?”

“Buckingham,” Greg said, fumbling for his wallet, figuring he’d fill up while everybody else drained.


“Yeah mainly, trying to get these guys out to see the sights. Get a little bit of nature. But you know kids. Everything’s boring. They hardly look out the car window.” He slid a twenty across the counter.

“Buckingham don’t hardly seem much of a vacation spot,” said the old man.

“Well, I’m headed over to the historical society there. Got an appointment with the curator.”

“You interested in history, huh?”

“Guilty,” said Greg. “This is actually family history. I had a great great grandfather, fought in the Civil War, went missing in action somewhere around here. At least, to me. See, I know what outfit he was in, that he was around here, but don’t know what happened to him. Thought it’d be fun to do some digging.”

“Fun,” said the old man, a little dubiously, doling out angel wings on the cash register. “For you. But how about them? Ya want my advice, don’t forget the ‘family’ in family vacation. Kids need to have their interests courted. Wife too,” he added, nodding to Lisa, who was perusing the magazine rack with the same dull expression as Jainey. “Got to appeal to the whole family unit or it ain’t really a family vacation….”

Map of Delirium Tremens, Arizona

Here’s a map I did for a PBEM (Play By Email) RPG (Roleplaying Game – it was Champions, a system I don’t really care for) wayyy back in 2001 or 2002 that I wound up using as a reference in a number of stories I’ve written since (and became the basis for the name of this blog). It’s a dinky little Arizona town with a population of about 180 in Cochise County on the eastern edge of the Huachuca Mountains. The geography and some of the names have changed slightly as needed.

If memory serves, Delirium Tremens has shown up in –

The Merkabah Rider series (novels) – The first and last books take place partially in the town, with the Todos Mis Amigos (named for Mickey Rourke’s catchphrase in the movie Barfly) Cantina, El Moderado, and Chains Are Broken Ministry (which I named after a little church I used to see through the train window off the Kensington stop in Chicago on the way to school every day) all feature prominently.
The Akeldama Dig (short story) – I changed the name from Bald Pate Hill Cemetery to Akeldama because it made for a snappier title. The Busthead Saloon also features prominently.
In Thunder’s Shadow (short story) – Mentioned only.
The Blood Bay (short story) – Centers on Famous Horses and Fitzsimmons’ Leather and Saddlery (and I think the grocer’s).
The Threefold Reckoning (unpublished short story) – Mainly centered on The Gone Green Saloon. Faustus Montague from Merkabah Rider shows up too.
The Chilibean Joss (unpublished wuxia/western novel) -Takes place almost entirely in the town and explores too many locations to list here. If the dang thing ever gets published I’ll come back and do it.
Meaner Than Hell (my 2009 western film) – The climax occurs in Delirium Tremens (played by Bodie, a ghost town here in California). The church steps are meant to be the steps of The Church of The Redeemer.

It’ll probably show up again.

Delirium Tremens, Arizona Territory circa 1880
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DT Moviehouse Reviews: The Black Hole

Time to blow the dust off my blog feature, DT Moviehouse Reviews, in which I make my way through my 200+ DVD/Blu-Ray collection (you can see the list right here) and decide if each one was worth the money. I was previously doing this alphabetically but decided, since I was watching some of these anyway, to review them out of order. Today I take a look at 1979’s very much maligned Disney sci-fi horror movie, THE BLACK HOLE.

Directed by Gary Nelson

Screenplay by Gerry Day and Jeb Rosebrook

Tagline: A Journey That Begins Where Everything Ends

The Black Hole (1979) - IMDb

What It’s About:
The crew of the deep space exploration vessel USS Palomino comes across the largest black hole ever recorded, and discovers a long lost ship, The Cygnus, once commanded by the brilliant Dr. Hans Reinhardt (Maximillian Schell), poised impossibly at the rim of it.

Why I Bought It:

Because I’m not entirely sure which year I saw Star Wars, I believe The Black Hole may have been the first live action movie I saw in a theater. 

As a kid I only remember loving the robots V.I.N.C.E.N.T. and B.O.B. and digging the villainous Maximillian, the double-blaster wielding S.T.A.R. and his pseudo-stormtrooper droids (that looked a lot like illegitimate children of Darth Vader). I also vaguely remember a sense of existential Roman Catholic dread at the apocalyptic heaven-and-hell ending when the characters pass through the black hole and experience their just desserts/punishments as warranted.

In my adult years I grew to appreciate the technicality of the sets and models. I adore the design of the Cygnus, essentially a massive haunted house in space. It’s one of my favorite fictional spaceships. It reminds me of Chicago’s Sears Tower (sorry, Willis Tower), a monolithic skyscraper in space, replete with suspension girders and antennae. Totally black and apparently abandoned when first encountered, the lights coming on in response to the diminutive Palomino’s trespassing has the ominous effect of a single light coming on in the upstairs window of a remote battlement. Welp, they know we’re here….

In recent years, I’ve seen almost nothing good written about this movie. Perennial joykiller Neil DeGrasse-Tyson famously ripped into its scientific inaccuracies, and aside from my friend John Kenneth Muir’s thoughtful review, I’ve been kind of amazed at the almost universal ridicule this movie seems to elicit (much as I was baffled at the general dislike of Halloween III: Season Of The Witch, a consensus that has thankfully been mainly rescinded in the past ten years).

I did a recent rewatch and felt compelled to resurrect my long comatose blog feature solely to add my voice to John’s in championing it.

As an adult and with only a little fog of nostalgia, I think this is a hell of a cool movie. The relentless, nightmarish opening theme by John Barry playing over the wheeling gridlines as they form the wire-diagram of an inescapable funnel against a cavernous star field sets the stage for the mystery and madness to come, giving one the sense of hurtling through the endless void with a broken tether.

The movie boasts a nearly all-star cast, with the late great Robert Forster captaining the Palomino, Roddy McDowall as an erudite R2D2, Anthony Perkins as a breathlessly optimistic scientist, Ernest Borgnine playing a self-centered journalist, and Slim Pickens as a winsome, folksy older model bot. I’m not too familiar with Yvette Mimieux (wait – she was Weena in The Time Machine!), but she does a fine turn as a telepathic scientist who unfortunately delivers one of the movies’ oft-mocked lines about “discovering habitable life in outer space” – I swear in forty years of rewatching this movie I never noticed that. That’s how science-minded I am I guess. Joseph Bottoms is admittedly a bit bland as Lt. Pizer, but with Forster’s Captain Holland there, he’s a little redundant.

Maximillian Schell is arresting as the megalomaniacal, Nemo-esque Dr. Reinhardt, a Kurtz-like psychopath who has not only refused his recall orders in dogged pursuit of his own ends, but technologically cannibalized his mutinous crew, literally lashing them to the controls of his derelict Flying Dutchman with the help of his crowning robotic achievement, Maximillian.

There is so much going on between the lines of this movie, that it appalls me how many people casually dismiss it as hokey or boring.

The Black Hole (1979) Directed by Gary Nelson Shown: Maximilian Schell

Why is Dr. McCrae able to telepathically communicate with V.I.N.C.E.N.T? Is he really a robot or some kind of cyborg? He claims to hate the company of robots, yet B.O.B. alludes to the two of them being a ‘series’ so are they post-singularity, conscious A.I.? V.I.N.C.E.N.T.’s thoughts can be heard among the rest of the crew when they pass through the black hole at the end. Even S.T.A.R. (incidentally, portrayed by Tom McLoughlin, who went on to direct my favorite Friday The 13th entry, Part 6: Jason Lives) seems to be really emotional for a ‘bot too, displaying pride, frustration, and jealousy.

And for that matter, what is going on with the red mystery monster Maximillian? Is Reinhardt in control of the Cygnus, or is he? Schell portrays him with a furtive distractedness. Is he never quite there in the moment because he’s preoccupied with his grand purpose, or because Maximilian is influencing him? I personally get the sense he is not fully the master of events. At one point, Reinhardt pleads to Kate, “Protect me from Maximillian!” What?! Wow!  Although this line was purportedly ad-libbed by Schell, one gets the sense that Reinhardt’s genius creations have gotten away from him. Maybe he built Maximilian as an enforcer to lead the Vader-bots against the mutinous crew….or maybe some strange cosmic force from within the black hole (or the black hole itself!) is at work in the big red ‘bot (and in Reinhardt’s miraculous energy source ‘cygnum’ which somehow allows the ship to resist the pull of the black hole), considering it not only physically subsumes Reinhardt in the weird confines of the hole at the end, but also appears to stand and rule over some hellscape within. Did an ineffable alien intelligence call to Reinhardt from the hole, urge him to kill his crew and build Maximilian and then join it? Consider that all of the other robots are generally humanoid in appearance, whereas Maximilian seems like some kind of alien form, possessing neither a face, nor hands and feet, as if he was concieved not by Reinhardt, but by something with only an approximate understanding of human anatomy. “Some cause must have created all this….,” Reinhardt muses, when confronted by his macabre crimes, “but what caused the cause?” The use of the color red in these later scenes appears to signify something. Schell dons a red suit in his final scenes, Maximilian is red, and in the wake of the meteor storm the Cygnus and the hole are cast in the same blood red tones, as though the hole as an entity has been influencing events and is now manifest.

I understand the tendency of less patient viewers to roll their eyes at the sometimes dated FX and action, and I accept the reticence of modern audiences to embrace the quasi-religious ending, where the good and the bad are quite literally separated into infernal and celestial cosmic experiences, though I don’t personally agree. Has everyone died at the end? Dr. Kate muses early on that black holes could possibly one day consume the universe – again, I don’t speak to the scientific accuracy of that, but it makes for a great death metaphor. Putting aside its bizarre ending, what you have in The Black Hole, Disney’s first PG film, is a neat little sci-fi horror movie with an excellent sense of building dread, some gorgeous sets and FX (the meteor storm sequence is fantastic, as is the running laser battle through the greenhouse as it’s occurring), and some interesting subtext worth reconsidering.

Best Dialogue/Line:

“It’s about time that people learned about their failures and my successes.”

Best Scene:

I can’t stress enough what a killer reveal it is when Anthony Perkins finally lifts the mirror-face shell off one of the purportedly robot crew to discover the slack, black-eyed human face beneath. It’s genuinely chilling and a well-earned payoff after Forster’s exploration of the abandoned crew quarters, the limping gardener, the robot funeral, and the explanation of what actually went down by B.O.B.

“He would be dead by now. They all would be dead. This was the only way to keep them alive – one of my greatest achievements,” says Reinhardt. In his mind, did he save the crew? And from what?

The scene ends with Perkins’ Durant memorably holding up his book of scientific notes and calculations against the whirring blades of Maximillian to no avail. Learning is scrambled in the face of Reinhardt/Maximilian/The Hole’s madness. Great stuff.

Would I Buy It Again?

Yes. A classic, and as what might have been my first live action viewing experience, personally seminal.

Star Wars Insider Fiction Collection Volume 2: Featuring Hammer

Today Titan has released the second hardcover collection of Star Wars Insider fiction, which includes my story Hammer, about a pair of Jedi scouts who discover an ancient Sith artifact during the last days of the Clone Wars.

This story originally featured in Star Wars Insider #147 and was accompanied by art from Joe Corroney and Brian Miller.

I went indepth on the inspirations behind it back in 2014 when it was originally published here.


This was a fun bit of work and a highpoint in my career. The characters were intended to return and I actually had a novel pitch underway featuring the villain, Malleus, (who is, I think, the first ethnically black Sith villain in Star Wars) at Del Rey, but….it was in the early days of the Disney takeover and all this stuff was relegated to Legend status.

If you wanna read it, give it a look.

Published in: on November 9, 2021 at 1:12 pm  Leave a Comment  

Pan Returns in Perennial! Out Now!

A number of years ago I sold a superhero novel that the publisher decided to release under a different title, put together with a couple other authors in a shared world. They folded soon after and the book went unnoticed, so I’ve ripped out the shared world stuff, updated it a bit, and brought it out again under its own title, including a related short story called Wide Awake, partly developed by my daughter Magnolia, about a bullied girl oon the verge of enacting a school shooting who discovers an alien artifact that grants her super powers.

The main story is about a teen idol on a wildly popular TV show who discovers his producer is involved in a child exploitation ring and is ‘killed’ by a bomb when he attempts to expose it. In actuality the explosion triggers his latent superpowers, giving him the power of flight and arresting his aging process. Allowing the world to believe he’s dead, he takes to the streets of a fictional Los Angeles as Pan, a costumed vigilante who hunts those who prey upon children.

But, when he stops the attack of a powerful supervillain on live TV, an obsessed madman from his past draws him out, enlisting a small army of supervillains to take an entire high-rise hostage.

It’s sort of Die Hard with superheroes.

Anyway it’s out today, with design by the intimatable Shawn King and a brilliant cover by artist Russel Marks. I hope you’ll check it out and let me know what you thought.

Published in: on October 19, 2021 at 10:48 am  Comments (2)  

My Halloween Movie Repertoire Has Risen From Its Grave!

Black cats pause in their crossing to arch their ebon backs and hiss. Leaves expire and drift to earth. Pumpkins sprout grins of leering fire and the swollen moon is slashed by the passage of witches’ brooms. Yep, it’s my favorite time of year once again, when the sands bear the scars of mummies’ wrappings dragged from yawning tombs and the howls that pierce the countryside are not the cries of mere wolves. Halloween!

Regular followers will know every year I embark on a quest to watch as many horror movies as I can (used to be 31 movies for 31 days, but that began to feel like a paltry number). They have to be first time watches but they can come from any era.

So without further ado, let’s kick it off!

Malignant Review – A Strong Return to Horror For James Wan

Day #1 – Malignant – After her abusive husband wangs the back of Madison’s (Annabelle Wallis) favorite head against the bedroom wall, he becomes the first victim of a malevolent entity sharing a bizarre psychic connection with her which allows her to see and experience its increasingly grisly murderous escapades. I typically enjoy James Wan’s movies, and this was no exception…as a matter of fact, I think it may be my favorite. It goes so far off the rails (intentionally?) I was grinning and laughing at its gonzo absurdities….yet thoroughly enjoying myself. The reveal has been likened to Basket Case, and I get that, but in feel, it reminded me of The Eyes of Laura Mars and the Argento movie Phenomena with its so crazy it’s amazing climax. That jail scene with Zoe Bell is so eye-popping and unique! A strong start to the marathon.

Why Carnival of Souls is the greatest one-hit wonder in horror

Day #2 – Carnival Of Souls – Racing along a backcountry road against a car full of boys, Mary (Candace Hilligoss) and her friends run their car off a bridge and sink into a river. Mary surfaces three hours later disoriented. She relocates to a new town and gets a job as a church organist, but is plagued by strange visions of a ghoulish man and various eerie hallucinations compelling her towards an abandoned carnival ground where the dead dance. Innovative low budget camera work and nightmarish mood combine to successfully mimic the unease of dream logic, but don’t entirely compel or distract from the obvious plot twist. Definitely worthwhile for its time, but suffers a bit in the modern watch from all that’s come since.

Scanners de David Cronenberg - 1981 - Shangols

Day #3 – Scanners – Psychokinetic/telepathic ‘scanner’ Cameron (Stephen Lack) is recruited by defense contractor ConSec to infiltrate an underground band of renegade ESPers led by the psychopathic Darryl Revok (Michael Ironside), a scanner assassinating other scanners. Along the way, he uncovers a dark, deep-seated consipiracy. I had circled this movie at my video store for years and eventually seen the infamous exploding head scene. Michael Ironside finally induced me to put it on and when I saw it was David Cronenberg I knew I’d be in for an interesting watch. There are a lot of fascinating concepts at work; the notion that telepathy is the sort of wireless interaction of attuned nervous systems, and the idea that a human nervous system could somehow link up with a computer network (cyber-telepathy) were pretty cool. Cronenberg’s body horror FX are on display, perhaps not as much as with say, The Brood or Videodrome, but the telepathic battle at the end is pretty grisly and well realized and the setting of an avant garde scanner artist’s studio was particularly interesting….some of the pieces reminded me of the imagery in his son Brandon’s movie Possessor. The malls in Canada look hellish. Like the bathrooms of Stanley Kubrick.

100 years of The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari: the film that inspired Virginia  Woolf, David Bowie and Tim Burton

Day #4 – The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari – Francis (Friedrich Feher) relates the story of Dr. Caligari (Werner Krauss), a roving mountebank who kept a strange, fortune telling somnabulist, Cesare (Conrad Veidt who I watched last year in The Man Who Laughs), standing in a cabinet on display, waking him to tell the fortunes of audience members, and a series of weird nocturnal murders which occured around the pair. The presentation of this twisty, somewhat unfocused story (the anti-authoritarianism of the central plot has the rug pulled out on it by the framing story reveal) via sharp, expressionistic sets, the innovative, almost animated proscenium, seemingly crafted in the deranged mind of the narrator, are the real draw of this picture, and lend the whole affair a nightmarish quality it might not have in the hands of a lesser filmmaker. It’s readily apparent that Tim Burton and Henry Selick drew much inspiration from the visuals of this unique Fritz Lang classic.

The Swarm (2020) - IMDb

Day #5 – The Swarm/La Nuée – Recently widowed Virginie (Suliane Brahim) is determined to raise her son Gaston (Raphael Romand) and daughter (Marie Narbonne) whilst making a go at starting a business of farm-raised-locusts-as-delicacies at all costs, even when she learns her strain of insectoid livestock has a prediliction for flesh and blood. Well-acted, engrossing psychological horror uses its central conceit as an allegory for the struggles and personal sacrifices of single parenthood to great effect.

Psycho Goreman Review Dragon Movie Guy - Review Nation

Day #6 – Psycho Goreman – Frenetic young Mimi (Nita-Josee Hanna) and her beleagured brother Luke (Owen Myre) uncover a mystic gem in their backyard which keeps an intergalactic menace called The Archduke of Nightmares (Steven Vlahos) imprisoned. Liberated from his prison, the Archduke barely begins an outlandishly gory spree of mayhem when Mimi discovers she has total control of the fiend. She renames him Psycho Goreman and proceeds to command him to do a series of tasks for her own personal amusement, as somewhere out in the universe a pangalactic council of aliens scrambles to contain the threat. This bizarre shlockfest sends up the rubbery sci-fi horror movies of the 90’s and populates itself with an exciting array of GWAR/Power Rangers-type creatures and eye popping practical FX sets. It has a number of very funny moments, but ultimately doesn’t have too much to say….which is fine, really. As the dazed father says near the end, after high-fiving PG and compound fracturing his own wrist, “Wow. We really learned a lot today.” Then proceeds to swoon as the mom carts him off to the hospital. Rich Evans of Red Letter Media has a cameo as a kind of murderous industrial washing machine robot laden with body parts.

Firestarter' Remake: Blumhouse & Akiva Goldsman Reviving Stephen King  Classic – Deadline

Firestarter – Having developed telepathic powers during a government sponsored experiment in college, Andy McGee (David Keith) finds himself on the run from unscrupulous agents with his daughter Charlie (Drew Barrymore), an immensely powerful pyrokinetic in tow. A middling Stephen King adaptation with some of the flattest, most boring camera work I’ve ever seen. Martin Sheen is working on another heart attack as a government agent, Freddie Jones is quirky as the scientist who developed the ESP-boosting compound, and George C. Scott is weirdly cast as a manipulative but inscrutable, possibly Native American assassin who for no apparent reason seems to be immune to Charlie’s mind-reading. Moses Gunn, Antonio Fargas, and Heather Locklear are kinda wasted. The climactic scene where Charlie unleashes hell is alright.

The Lion Eats Tonight In This Exclusive Clip from Dick Maas' 'Uncaged'

Day #7 – Uncaged – A zoo veterinarian (Sophie van Winden), her cameraman boyfriend (Julian Looman), and a drunken, one legged big game hunter (Mark Frost) assist police in stopping the onslaught of a maneating lion rampaging through Amsterdam. Dick Maas won a lifetime of chances from me with The Lift, one of my top ten horror watches of 2019, so I pulled the trigger on this one right away. The characters are well written and engaging and the CGI lion is surprisingly well done (assisted at times by animatronics), though sparingly depicted. Much of the movie is after effect makeup and standing around talking, so it’s a good thing the cast is personable and their interplay amusing. Mark Frost’s quirky hard drinking hunter with his all terrain high speed wheelchair brightens the proceedings significantly and a scene where the lion gets aboard a slow-moving tram is a standout as is the climactic Aliens-style ending. Maybe a spoiler, but I can’t for the life of me remember if the reason for the lion running amok in Amsterdam is ever conclusively explained, which is as preposterous as it is amazing. Reminded me a little bit of one of my favorite creature features, Alligator.

Netflix's 'Midnight Mass' Review: Mike Flanagan's Latest Gothic Horror -  Variety

Midnight Mass – Fresh out of prison following a DUI killing of a young girl, a former venture capitalist (Zach Gilford) returns to the isolated island fishing community where he was born, reconnecting with his old flame (Kate Siegel). At the same time, a charismatic young priest (Hamish Linklater) arrives as a temporary substitute for the ailing old monsignor and enflames the parish with his humanistic homilies and a series of startling miracles. Every October for the past two years Netflix has impressed me with Flanagan’s Haunting anthology series. This year’s Midnight Mass didn’t disappoint….until the final episode, which gets just a tad plot heavy in execution and crams in some tie-ups for characters that I wish had played out more gradually (particularly Sheriff Hassan/Rahul Kohli). Until then, it’s an admirable, deeply nuanced tale of personal responsibility, faith, and the self delusion of religious fanaticism that really tickled this old Catholic boy. The acting is top drawer, particularly Linklater’s Father Paul, upon whom the entire story hinges, and the town drunk, played magnificently by Robert Longstreet. The scene where the latter is confronted by the young girl (Annarah Cymone) he accidentally crippled had me in tears. Flanagan solidifies his reputation as one of the finest horror filmmakers extant. Props for the Neil Diamond tunes.

Amazon.com: I Married a Witch (Criterion Collection) : Veronica Lake,  Fredric March, Susan Hayward, Rene Clair: Movies & TV

Day #8 – I Married A Witch – When father and daughter witches Daniel and Jennifer (Cecil Kellaway and Veronica Lake) are burned at the stake by Salem Puritan Jonathan Wooley (Frederic March, who also plays subsequent male Wooley descendants), the two disincorporated spirits are confined to a tree, but not before laying a curse on the Wooley line – they are always destined to marry the wrong woman. In 1942 lightning strikes the tree, releasing the spirits of Jennifer and Daniel, who proceed to make life hell for mayoral candidate Wallace Wooley on the eve of his marriage to the spoiled daughter of a powerful political backer. But love is stronger than witchcraft! This is a delightful, sexy screwball comedy/fantasy, with the absolutely ethereal Lake romancing bewildered Marsh and ultimately opposing her vengeful father. Imaginative, funny, and highly recommended.

Magic Sets Us Free: Lord of Illusions 25 Years Later - Horror Obsessive

Day #9 – Lord of Illusions – Private eye Harry D’Amour (Scott Bakula) investigates the death of a master stage magician (Kevin J. O’Connor) and becomes enmeshed in a strange, occult conspiracy. The premise of a stage illusionist doing real magic and people being unable to discern the difference is great and some of the ideas and FX were interesting, but I was hoping for an occult detective noire story more in line with Angel Heart or Cast A Deadly Spell, and this just wasn’t of that caliber. Daneil Van Bergen is a good villain and I always like to see Famke Janssen. Sheila Tousey of Thunderheart has a rare and welcome appearance.

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Day #10 – The Wolf Of Snow Hollow – An eternally frustrated small town sheriff with a volatile temper (Jim Cummings) struggles to put an end to a series of vicious murders that appear to have a supernatural origin. Jim Cummings, who also wrote and directed, is the lynchpin of this movie. Either you find his explosive antics hilarious or you hate him. I thought he was hilarious. He’s backed by a great cast, including Riki Lindhome as his sharp deputy and the late great Robert Forster in what might have been his last role as Cummings’ weary father, reluctant to be put out to pasture in the midst of the biggest trouble the town has seen in decades.

The Mystery of the Wax Museum Blu-ray (Warner Archive Collection)

Mystery Of The Wax Museum – A plucky, hard drinking reporter Florence (Glenda Farrell), investigates the death of a model and subsequent disappearance of her corpse, leading her to a mysterious wax museum and its wheelchair-bound proprietor (Lionel Atwill). This pre-code mystery-horror has a lot going for it in its outspoken, brassy Lois Lane-type heroine. At one point she storms into a police station and demands “Hey copper! How’s your sex life?” pulls a girly magazine out of his hand and says “Oh.” Farrell is a riot as is her machinegun dialogue with her bedraggled but smitten editor Frank McHugh. Atwill is creepy as the villain and there are some nifty, downright horrifying FX for the time (though it’s fun to pick out some of the ‘wax statues’ in the background blinking – Queen Victoria is shameless). This story’s been done lots of times, but this might be the most entertaining iteration I’ve seen. Michael Curtiz’s direction and the camerawork are to be commended.

Faces of Cinema - The Invisible Man Returns (1940)

Day #11 – The Invisible Man Returns – The brother of the original Invisible Man administers the invisibility formula to a wrongly accused Sir Geoffrey Radcliffe (Vincent Price) languishing on death row. Radcliffe escapes and sets out to clear his name, whilst the doctor (John Sutton) races to perfect a cure before the psychosis kicks in. Middling sequel with impressive effects and a good villainous turn by Sir Cedric Hardwicke. A bit toothless. I prefer my Invisible Man rampaging through town causing mayhem.

Train to Busan Peninsula trailer: Sequel to South Korean horror blockbuster  ramps up the frights

Day #12 – Peninsula – When the zombie pandemic from Train To Busan wreaks havoc on Korea, a Korean marine (Gang Dong-won) is forced to abandon his sister and niece in the race to evacuate to Hong Kong. Four years later he and his brother-in-law (Kim Do-yoon) return to the peninsula to retrieve an abandoned truck packed with US dollars and contend with numerous mercenary survivors as well as the rabid dead. This is a sequel to Train To Busan in the Dawn of The Dead vein. Same setting, same universe, different characters. I think it suffers a bit of the Halloween 3 curse being equated with its far superior predecessor. This is a decent zombie actioner with some really cool sequences and set pieces that unfortunately never quite achieves the emotional heights and mood of Train. Still worth a watch, and far less bleak than the animated Seoul Station, also in the Busan zombi-verse.

The Surreal Films of Curtis Harrington | Unframed

Day #13 – Night Tide – A sailor (Dennis Hopper) meets a sideshow mermaid (Linda Lawson) in a jazz bar off the Santa Monica pier and begins to believe she might be the real thing. Excellent, moody little low budget picture with a compelling central mystery and fine performances all around. Marjorie Eaton (who among other things, played the original Emperor Palpatine in Empire Strikes Back) is memorable as a fortune teller and Gavin Muir is good as the sea captain proprietor of the sideshow. The mysterious Sea Witch is Jack Parsons’ elemental woman, Marjorie Cameron, a lifelong Thelema practitioner.

V/H/S '94 Review: Time to Eject this Found Footage Horror Franchise |  IndieWire

Day #14 – V/H/S94 – A S.W.A.T. team raids a warehouse with a cameraman (why is there a cameraman?) and finds a series of disturbing videotapes. The latest installment of the found footage anthology series bored the hell out of me. The FX are pretty well done, but it’s so loud and gory and doesn’t really utilize the found footage conceit in any meaningful way. I guess the most interesting segment was The Subject, in which a kidnapped woman is ‘borged’ out by a mad scientist documenting his work. At least the continued use of video POV made sense, whereas through the other stories, I couldn’t stop questioning why anybody was still filming.

The Wasp Woman (1959) ROGER CORMAN - YouTube

Day #15 – The Wasp Woman – Women’s cosmetics entrepeneur Janice Starlin (Susan Cabot) enlists the aide of disgraced research scientist Dr. Zinthrop (Michael Mark) to breathe new life into her company with a revolutionary de-aging injection based upon wasp royal jelly, but when she insists on being the first human trial run (and starts upping her dosage to accelerate results), monstrous calamity ensues. This was an enjoyable Roger Corman outing earnestly enacted by a charismatic lead and serviceable supporting cast. The transformed Janice is ludicrous in conception but kinda creepy and cool in execution. Something about that mask and those claws paired with the beatnick black top and medallion. Big ending satisfies, though what’s it all saying about the male gaze’s effect on an aging woman? Turn off your brain, as they say.

The Spider Blu-ray (Earth vs. the Spider)

Day #16 – (Earth vs.)The Spider – When teenager Carol Flynn’s (June Kenney) father fails to return home one night, she enlists her boyfriend Mike (Eugene Persson)’s aide to find him. Together the couple discovers an enormous spider lurking in Carlsbad Caverns. It’s not quite all of Earth but a single town dealing with a giant rampaging tarantula. I had actually mixed this movie up with the other 50’s giant spider flick Tarantula. I enjoyed this a lot. There’s a great bit where the sheriff and the local egghead fill the cave with DDT and drag the apparently dead spider out, storing it in the high school gym till the miliary comes and hauls it off, only to have a teenage (though some of these ‘teens’ look to be pushing thirty) rock band wake the thing up with their music. Apparently it doesn’t much care for rock ‘n roll. The FX are pretty cool for their time, the spider sufficiently vicious. Quality kills and a nifty ending. Director Bert Gordon also did The Amazing Colossal Man and Attack of The Puppet People, and shamelessly has Mike plug both of those pictures in one scene (I believe June Kenney also starts in Amazing Colossal Man).

In the Earth review: Cosmic horror in the void between technology and magic  - Polygon

Day #17 – In The Earth – Martin, a scientist (Joel Fry), travels to a remote forest research outpost, ostensibly to facilitate the study of some sort of undefined global pandemic, but really to check up on his ex-girlfriend Olivia (Hayley Squires) who has gone incommunicado. He sets out with park ranger (Ellora Torchia) to find her and encounters a crazed researcher, Zach (Reece Shearsmith), communing with a standing stone and perhaps the forest itself. As with Dick Maas and The Lift, Ben Wheatley’s brilliant Kill List gave him a line of credit with me, but I have to confess thus far I haven’t been overly smitten with any of his subsequent output. This is no exception. I didn’t get much of the sense of foreboding and danger alluded to in the script. The woods seemed like any old pleasant national forest, and the deliberate obscurity of both the science and the occult mainly annoyed. I got the Covid allusions, but franky, Covid isn’t a sexy pandemic. It’s a pretty boring subject. A couple moments of grisly humor, but the story is so threadbare, even a quick cocaine bump of surreal visuals doesn’t quicken the pulse to any significant degree. In the end I was not only left without answers, I wasn’t really interested enough to have any questions.

Boys from County Hell' Review - Nothing Short of a Good Time

Boys From County Hell – A rural Irish community, whose modest claim to fame is an obscure legend based upon an ancient burial caern supposedly visited by Bram Stoker and become the basis for Dracula, bucks against an unpopuar bypass road construction being contracted by a local father and son construction crew (Nigel O’Neil and Jack Rowan). When the son’s best friend William (Fra Fee) is accidentally killed by a bull and his blood falls on the caern, the Abhartach rises with an insatiable thirst for blood. Strong characterizations and a winning cast do a lot for this little movie, as well as a fresh and interesting local take on the vampire legend. The vampire’s peculiar blood drinking power is awesome, but his various strength and weaknesses paint the writer into a corner a bit, and the particulars of dealing with him become a bit distracting. Still a fun movie.

Tear It Up: Revisiting the Rat-Infested Cult of 'Willard' - Bloody  Disgusting

Day #18 – Ben – Immediately after the events of Willard, the intelligent rat Ben leads his trained horde underground, emerging to raid for food and cause mayhem. Along the way, a kindhearted sick boy named Danny (Lee Harcourt Montgomery) befriends the rodent. This doesn’t have the punch and viscera of Willard (which I don’t remember having that much of a kick itself), and overall has a TV movie feel. The kid is pretty earnest and gives a great performance however. Not a bad horror movie for young kids, honestly as there’s no real cussing or sex and the gore happens off screen. Mainly just the peril of a whole lot of rats hanging on people. The mom from Family Ties (Meredith Baxter) is the older sister. A couple really bizarre moments made me scratch my head, like the kid who randomly squeals “I’M GONNA KILL YOU ALL!!!” at the scene of Willard’s death, and the otherworldly, almost Italian giallo acting of the crowd after the truck driver is attacked.

Dream Home | China-Underground Movie Database

Dream Home – When earnest havenot Cheng Lai-sheung (Josie Ho) takes two jobs and sacrifices everything in order to afford a nice flat overlooking the harbor, the elderly owners decide to pull the rug out from under her and hold out for a bigger and better offer, goading her into committing an increasingly psychotic and outrageously violent series of acts in order to win her dream home. This is one of the most astoundingly violent and cringe-inducing movies I’ve seen in years. The superbly shot, stomach-turning gore effects had me wincing more than once. It’s a savage assault on capitalist greed and the insanity of the mortagage racket, sometimes revolting, sometimes liberating. It’s difficult to know when we should be cheering Cheng and when we should be booing her. But I sure couldn’t stop watching to see what she’d do next.

We Love '90s Horror] Gory, Gooey 'Ticks' Will Make Your Skin Crawl - Bloody  Disgusting

Day #19 – Ticks – When a drug dealer (Clint Howard) gets sloppy with his steroid-induced marijuana plants, ticks become infected and mutated by the runoff, becoming monstrous, ravenous killer pests which a group of troubled teens on a wilderness retreat must then contend with. A host of familiar faces (Seth Green, Alfonso Ribeiro, Ami Dolenz) make for a likeable cast, and the practical effects are pretty great (and gross), particularly in the climactic siege when the ticks (who explode when confronted with fire) flee a forest blaze and besiege the cabin of kids and counselors.

Gonzo and Pepe Preview Muppets Haunted Mansion's Big Guest Stars

Muppets Haunted Mansion – Gonzo and Pepe bow out of the annual Muppets’ Halloween party to attend a scare event at a mansion where Gonzo’s idol, The Great MacGuffin (Will Arnett), disappeared a hundred yeas ago, only to find themselves locked in for the night with a bevy of real ghosts (and celebrities). I’ve loved the Muppets since grade school, when I sent a letter to Kermit inviting him and his friends to spend the weekend at my house (and got a signed photo reply – my only celebrity letter – “Thanks for the invitation, Eddie!”), so I’ll give anything they do a shot, like Dick Maas. This isn’t quite the holiday classic Muppet Christmas Carol is, and I wish the Henson Company would stop foisting that Prawn us. He’s OK as a background character but in terms of partnering up with Gonzo, I’m a Rizzo The Rat guy. It’s fine. I loved the ‘aging’ Gonzo – it made him look like a Skeksis. Funny that I watched two Alfonso Riberio movies in a row. Taraji Henson is enjoyable as the spirit of a killer bride and the Muppet cameos as her doomed husbands are funny. Pepe did deliver the one laugh out loud line for me when he called John Stamos something like Juan Estamos or something. I sure wish they’d bring back Muppets, that office-style show. It was brilliant.

House (1985)

Day #20 – House – Horror writer Roger Cobb (William Katt) moves into the house where his aunt committed suicide and his son Jimmy (Erik and Mark Silver) disappeared to write his Vietnam War memoir only to find himself besieged by strange entities. I love House 2: The Second Story unabashedly. Watched it with my grandmother as a kid and enjoyed it so much I dropped a reference to Bill Towner, Electrician and Adventurer into one of my Merkabah Rider novels. This….isn’t so hot. It’s almost as bizarre as House 2 but not nearly as fun. Night Court’s William Moll is the ghost of the guy William Katt left behind in ‘Nam. George Wendt as an inexplicably nosy neighbor is alright and Mary Stavin of Octopussy and A View To A Kill is weirdly trusting with her only kid. Writing is bad, creatures kinda goofy. Not too much to recommend.

The Poughkeepsie Tapes (2007) Review |BasementRejects

Day #21 – The Poughkeepsie Tapes – A fictional found footage documentary about The Water Street Butcher and a series of videotapes the killer made documenting his crimes. Well made, in that it perfectly recreates the true crime documentary style, but some of the writing is a bit loopy. Off the top of my head, no 911 operator is gonna tell the mother of a missing eight year old they have to wait 24 hours before declaring her missing. That’s a TV trope and doesn’t apply to children in real life. The whole endeavor was very misogynstic (which I get, we’re following the exploits of a psychotic misogynstic sadist) and ultimately felt kinda meaningless. I’m not sure how this is meant to be entertaining or who the intended audience is. True crime enthusiasts will shrug and go watch an actual documentary. And to myself as a horror fan…I can appreciate the craftsmanship to an extent, but there’s nothing entertaining to me about the murder, humiliation, and rape of multiple women, including an eight year old girl and the near killing of a couple of girl scouts. One scene where the killer traps a woman in the back of a caged car by letting her assume he’s a policeman is inspired, but ultimately this made me wanna take a shower when it was over.

Review] 'The Block Island Sound' Is a Daring Horror Mish-Mash - Bloody  Disgusting

Day #22 – The Block Island Sound – When an increasingly senile fisherman (Neville Archambault) washes up dead on the beach of remote Block Island, his son (Chris Sheffield) becomes obssessed with the idea that his death was not accidental, especially when he begins to experience the same debilitating mental episodes as his father, accompanied by unnerving visitations of the man himself. An intriguing mystery well-acted and well-realized, with an interesting tail-end metaphor that’s hard to talk about without spoiling the story. Jim Cummings of The Wolf of Snow Hollow appears as a conspiracy theory-minded local and Michaela McManus is good as the skeptical but empathetic daughter/sister. Archambault is genuinely menacing at times.

Freaky review: New movie is part Freaky Friday, part Friday the 13th, and  part Jack Black in Jumanji.

Day #23 – Freaky – A 17 year old girl, Millie, (Kathryn Newton), switches bodies with a deranged, unstoppable killer (Vince Vaughn) and must figure out how to undo the swap by midnight or be trapped in the body of a hunted mass murderer forever. Meanwhile, the killer has not stopped his spree. This fun mashup of Freaky Friday and Friday The 13th has loads of inventive gore and makes an earnest attempt at addressing issues of female empowerment. It doesn’t always ring completely true somehow, but it’s very funny at times and an enjoyable watch all around.

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Day #24 – Wait Until Dark – Through a complex series of events, Susy (Audrey Hepburn), a recently blind woman, winds up alone in the basement apartment she shares with her husband (Efrem Zimbalist, Jr.) when a trio of criminals (Alan Arkin, Jack Weston, and Richard Crenna) posing as police and a friend of her husband initiate a convoluted plan to search her place for an antique doll crammed with stolen heroin. After an intriguing set up, the plight of Susy sort of becomes exasperating when the crooks start spinning increasingly farfetched lies instead of just killing her and turning the place over. Fine performances all around, especially from Arkin and Hepburn, but as disabled women in peril movies go, this ain’t no Lady In A Cage.

Paranormal Activity 7 Will Premiere Exclusively on Paramount+ - News  Concerns

Day #25 – Paranormal Activity: Next of Kin – Margot (Emily Bader), a young woman abandoned as a baby by her wayward Amish mother Sarah, returns to the insular community from which she sprang to film a documentary about her family but uncovers horrifying occult secrets. I’m a dedicated fan of the Paranormal Activity series, but admit I have trouble keeping track of the intricate internal mythos and its characters. Apparently this sets the series off in an entirely new direction with no real references to the previous entries (although my daughter noted that the website a character looks up information on has turned up in the other movies). This is still a well done found footage horror with a compelling mystery and some legit jump scares, though if you know anything about Amish people one of the twists is a bit obvious early on and the slickness of the GoPro camera robs it a bit of the grainy creepiness you’ve come to expect from the series. Still a solid entry, and I hear the next one is going to tie this story into the rest of the series, so bring on Part 8. And more of the kids from The Marked Ones. That remains my favorite.

And…..I’ve been a bad movie viewer this season. Apologies, but I started a new overnight job that robbed me of a lot of my watching time in the end. Though I did technically just manage to get in thirty one first time watches, it was only because I had the foresight to double up on a couple of days early on. I didn’t get to see the new Candyman, or Antlers, or a couple others as I intended. Next year.

Top 5 watches this year: Midnight Mass, Dream Home, I Married A Witch, Malignant, Mystery of The Wax Museum.

Published in: on October 1, 2021 at 8:35 pm  Leave a Comment  

Bloody Good Reads!

Mark Goddard hosts the Bloody Good Reads podcast, where he talks to authors about their careers and influences and asks them for three recommended horror reads. He was kind enough to let me talk his ear off about Lafcadio Hearn’s Kwaidan, Robert E. Howard’s Trails In Darkness collection, and a big influence on my young self, James Howe’s The Celery Stalks At Midnight.

Give a listen > HERE.

Trails in Darkness by Robert E. Howard / Book cover 1996 / 1995 (Ken Kelly)  | Conan the barbarian, Sword and sorcery, Book cover
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Conquer: The Unofficial Soundtrack

It occured to me that the print version of CONQUER includes the links to the Totally Unofficial Conquer Soundtrack I compiled, but not the track lists. So, if you pick up the audiobook and you want something going in the background as you listen to Denzel Andrew read, here’s the track list and the order.

The stage stood empty and absurd on a Wednesday afternoon, the heavy air filled with Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic cranking out of an ugly old Wurlitzer Zodiac parked in a corner. The machine hadn’t seen a new record since Stevie Wonder’s Talking Book, and as Isaac’s platter wound down, Superstition came on to prove it.”

Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic – Isaac Hayes

Superstition – Stevie Wonder

How’d you get into vampires, Doc?” Conquer asked as the big car lurched away and they went humming into the rising sun, Gene Page on the radio.

I’m Gonna Catch You – Hues Corporation (Gene Page)

He tickled the dial and the sweet voice of Minnie Riperton came trickling out over the speakers like she was curled up on the passenger side cooing in his ear.

Inside My Love – Minnie Riperton


The lights of the parked squad washed the dingy buildings hell red and Bermuda blue as the late model burgundy Cordoba pulled up behind it, wipers savagely sweeping the crystal beads from the windshield. Inside, Bobby Bland was lamenting the lack of love in the city when the driver cut the engine and the headlights winked out.

Ain’t No Love In The Heart Of The City – Bobby Bland

When Conquer started the car, the mood was already set, but Leon Haywood affirmed it on the way back to his pad at St. Marks Place...

I Wanna Do Something Freaky To You – Leon Haywood


Kung Fu – Curtis Mayfield

Jungle Eyes – Gene Page

Conquer switched the radio on to drown out the kid’s questions. ‘Down and Out In New York City’ was playing. Not even James Brown could make the drive to Montefiore’s emergency room feel shorter.

Down And Out In New York City – James Brown

Conquer’s Theme –

I first became aware of this song watching Netflix and Baz Luhrman’s criminally underrated The Get Down. It and Yahya Abdul-Mateen II’s performance as Cadillac are huge influences on Conquer, and directly formed the concept in my brain.

Here’s the whole continuous playlist on Youtube – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCzElCx_LK8&list=PL_K7yegKfWJLBKXHcfIcp8BQW41Txh0B1

And on Amazon Music –

And pick up Conquer here –


Published in: on September 23, 2021 at 10:20 am  Leave a Comment  

On Writing Zora

Two things I’ve noticed from a sampling of reviews of RAINBRINGER: ZORA NEALE HURSTON AGAINST THE LOVECRAFTIAN MYTHOS.

One is that a depressing amount of people (mainly of my hue) aren’t aware that Zora Neale Hurston was a real person. Somebody asked me about the book the other night and I had to spell her last name for them. That said, I don’t hold anybody at fault for not being familiar with her. I reprinted my rundown of her accomplishments from the introduction of the book right HERE. I actually love when people tell me they went and sought out her works Mules And Men, Tell My Horse, or Their Eyes Were Watching God based on liking my book. If RAINBRINGER can be a roadside ‘almost there’ sign pointing readers to the greater destination of Zora, I’m proud as hell to have it be that.

The other is that the subject of my ethnicity seems to come up pretty frequently. I’ve also noticed from private conversations that a lot of reviewers and readers have been reluctant to try the book out because….well, frankly, I’m a white dude writing the Queen of the Harlem Renaissance. This is a criticism I entirely understand and empathize with, which is why when I had come to the end of my Lovecraftian Zora stories and wanted to publish them, I made the decision not to seek out a publisher and put the collection out myself. I didn’t want to entertain the possibility that in sharing these stories I would be taking anybody else’s spot or telling anybody else’s story.

But I’m not gonna tell you pay attention to the man behind the curtain.

To that effect, and with an eye towards addressing that very valid concern, I am posting the afterword of RAINBRINGER here without comment…..

What the hell am I doing writing about a character named Zora Neale Hurston?

When I was a kid, among my Little Golden Books was Walt Disney’s Uncle Remus, with a picture of B’rer Rabbit regarding the Tar Baby sitting on a log.

Walt Disney's Uncle Remus Little Golden Book : Colemans Collectibles | Ruby  Lane

Man, this doesn’t sound like a very auspicious beginning to this afterword does it? Please bear with me.

I used to beg my mother to read it. I loved the cleverness of B’rer Rabbit, tricking B’rer Fox into tossing him into the briar patch to escape. The Tar Baby, to me, was an utterly alien thing, almost something to be feared. Entirely oil-black, dead, white eyes and stubby cork nose, draped in a scarecrow’s coat and a raggedy hat, masquerading as something alive, mocking the gregarious rabbit with its dumb stoicism. Then, when he finally, in exasperation, lays hands on it! The Tar Baby flowed and stuck, becoming a viscous, amorphous blob that actually engulfs the nonplussed protagonist. What the hell must have been going on in B’rer Rabbit’s mind when all that went down?

Jeez, am I really turning this into a Lovecraftian encounter? Eh, it’s what I do.

But this is about Miss Zora Neale.

In hindsight, the thing I loved most about the stories in that book was the cadence and rhythm of the characters’ speech. I couldn’t say now if my mom did them any justice, I know she hated doing it and made a big deal whenever I asked, preferring Scuppers The Sailor Dog, my other childhood favorite. But I loved to hear B’rer Rabbit read, and, when sitting alone reading to myself, I enjoyed breathlessly whispering his words as I leaned on the palms of my hands and pored over them over and over. I didn’t see the movie till I was out of college, and didn’t read Joel Chandler Harris’s originally collected stories till around the same time.

Of course, Harris’s stories were taken from the animal stories of African Americans he heard and remembered (the Tar Baby story itself had already been published the year he was born, in The Cherokee Advocate), then inserted into this problematic plantation framework, “to preserve in permanent shape those curious mementoes of a period that will no doubt be sadly misrepresented by historians of the future.”

Oh brother. Well, let’s leave that alone for a minute, shall we?

I can’t describe why I loved these stories as a kid, but I think it was such a unique and descriptive way of speaking, it appealed to my ear, as the iambic pentameter of Shakespeare and the folksy natural speech of Larry McMurtry’s and Daniel Woodrell’s characters did later. When B’rer Fox and B’rer Bear dance around the tarred up B’rer Rabbit, they don’t merely gloat, ‘dey dance roun’ and roun,’ chuckling fit to kill.’ And when the Rabbit gets the better of them, he doesn’t throw back his head and let out a laugh that echoed through the woods, he ‘threw back his head an’ let outta laff dat echo troo de woods.’

In reading aloud, you see, the reader is forced to mimic the manner of speaking.

Years later, in college, my creative writing teacher passed around Zora Neale Hurston’s seminal novel, Their Eyes Were Watching God. By passing it around, I mean we physically sat in a semicircle and read it out loud.

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I relished the sound and the texture of Zora’s authentic language, the sweet succulence of her vivid metaphors. She could put an image in your mind by describing something you would have thought was unrelated. It was alive and sexy, like biting into one of the grapefruits in Janie’s hip pockets. Maybe something deep in me recalled the joy I got as a kid from listening to and reciting that deep southern dialect (something as a kid from Illinois I had no other real exposure to, except maybe my dad’s best friend and his daughters we visited once down in Kentucky) in that old Golden Book. Of course, I didn’t know at the time that these were coming at me filtered through a white ear. The real thing was like feeling the warmth of the first spring sunrise, or the burst of an orange in your mouth, I suppose.

Well, after college, I kind of forgot about Zora, but she found her way back into my reading in other ways. I took an interest in Vodoun, and naturally came across her name in conjunction with her famous firsthand account of Haitian Vodoun in Tell My Horse (I think I probably saw her mentioned in Wade Davis’ Serpent And The Rainbow).

In reading that, I discovered the rich life of the woman whose fictional words had so struck me in school. I found that her real life was even more enticing than her prose.

Zora was one of a kind, and as I worked my way through her other folklore book Mules and Men, her short stories, her essays, through Moses, Man Of The Mountain and her personal letters, I came to love her ardently. I was enraptured by her biographies, knocked silly by her quotations and the bold and brassy way she came at life.

Just before the writing of this afterword, I happened across an old voice recording of her singing on Youtube and actually got flushed by the sound of her, as I would have if a school crush had suddenly whispered in my ear.

I can only imagine the effect she had on the men in her life. She was a charming woman by all accounts, and though she refers to herself as homely, her persona lends her an allure beyond anything any of her wildly varying photographs can capture; I mean, enough to make me head over heels for her decades after she walked the earth.

My favorite image of her has got to be the one where she’s mugging for the camera in a white dress and broad brimmed hat, a wide western gun belt slung around one cocked hip. Wotta woman!

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But enough of my Tex Avery table pounding.

How did I come to write about her myself? Whatever made me think I could?

Well, the how came with Oscar Rios’ Golden Goblin Press putting out a call for Caribbean-themed Lovecraftian horror.

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I knew I wanted to do something for it involving what I’d learned of Haitian Vodoun, and I flipped through Wade Davis and my Tell My Horse, and found a quote by Zora that kicked it all in motion;

Research….is a seeking that he who wishes may know the cosmic secrets of the world and they that dwell therein.”

Writers of Lovecraftiana hone in on the word ‘cosmic’ like bees to pollen, of course, but what grabbed me was the difference between Davis’ and Zora’s approach to Vodoun. They were both scholars and adventurers, but Davis approached Vodoun possession and zombies from a dispassionate, scientific point of view, whereas Zora did not outright refute the mystic nature of the rite.

And why should she? She had submitted herself to the Hoodoo initiation ritual of Luke Turner in New Orleans, been painted with the lightning down her back, sworn to withhold the secret and sacred knowledge of more rituals than Davis had ever been allowed to observe.

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Plus, in reading her autobiography, Dust Tracks On A Road, it can be inferred that there is much that Zora left unsaid. Of course I mean real things from her life that she glossed over; her birthdate, her actual birthplace (not her beloved Eatonville, but Notasulga, Alabama – but was she being dishonest here? Isn’t Eatonville where her heart always was, and thus her true birthplace?), the notorious condemnations of America’s foreign policy in World War II that the publisher excised, her uncomfortable prostrations to her white benefactress, Charlotte Osgood Mason.

Reading that book, a book she was not keen on writing in the first place, we are presented with a façade, a mask that Zora, as a black woman, likely had to present to white people all her life. Of course, reading close, we can still glimpse her looking out through the eye holes, but we have to look close.

So I started thinking of Zora as the type of woman who wouldn’t flinch at the Old Ones; an occult scholar more in the Robert E. Howard mode, and one who could be honor bound to keep secrets. For all that she recorded and published, what might she have held back?

Now the elephant in the room.

What made me, a white man, think I could write one of the most beloved and important African American women of the Harlem Renaissance?

I’m afraid any drawn out, carefully mulled-over answer I can concoct will end up sounding like a stereotypical display of white privilege at best, so I’ll just keep it to this;

Simply and truthfully, I love Zora Neale Hurston.

Through the joys and sorrows of her personal letters and through her published works, there are aspects of her experience that resonate deeply with me on a human level. I think she was amazing. I’m happy to have known her through her words, and I present these stories as a representation of that love, stemming from a desire to share my appreciation of her through my own weird medium.

I don’t know how this book will be taken. I’m completely, painfully aware of the possibility of giving William Styron levels of offense (or perhaps, Van Vechten is a more apt analogy). Readers are free to read this or ignore it as they see fit.

I think Joe Lansdale probably said it best (he certainly says most everything better than me) when he wrote;

We learn about one another by trying to step into one another’s shoes. They may not always fit as well as we would like, but we ought to try walking in them.

 I like to think Zora would get a kick out of this, and I hope she would take this book as the act of flattery and literary hero worship it is intended to be.

That’s all I got.

RAINBRINGER is a collection of fictional, weird adventure stories inspired by a public figure whom I’ve admired for years. They are not the story of that person.

The reality is better than anything I could come up with on my own, and has been related elsewhere by infinitely more qualified writers, such as Valerie Boyd’s WRAPPED IN RAINBOWS, Alicia D. Williams and Jacqueline Alcantara’s delightful Jump At The Sun: The True Life Tale Of Unstoppable Storyteller Zora Neale Hurston , I Love Myself When I Am Laughing…And Then Again When I Am Looking Mean And Impressive: A Zora Neale Hurston Reader (edited by Alice Walker) , and Zora Neale Hurston: A Life In Letters by Dr. Carla Kaplan to name a few.

Seek the real Zora there.

I welcome any comments.

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