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Confused by Hellraiser's denizens, the Cenobites? Well have I found a reviewer for you!
Mr. H has horror movie news, reviews, and most notably, short videos explaining the origins and stories behind series and characters like Hellraiser, Alien, Godzilla, and other monsters. Here are a few of my favs.
I have a long-form horror story mega-post coming later this month, but here's a few little guys you may also enjoy. Some are links, some are pics. Enjoy!
Ruby enjoyed Nightmare on Elm Street, but her attention wavered in spots. Poltergeist is a bit more fast-paced, so I think she'll enjoy it more. Plus she's a Spielberg fan.
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one viewing later
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So Poltergeist was a marked improvement for Ruby. She said it was scarier, and she seemed more interested. I get it, there's other kids, and the story is more straight forward. Plus the effects are gory, and very up front.
There were a few moments we had to stop and explain: At the beginning I jumped in and advised about the 'end of the broadcast day' announcement and subsequent static. We also had to advise that, no, it was NOT good CGI, since there was no CGI (or very limited) in 1982.
There were a few moments that the adults traded looks: the face tearing off, the attempted rape of Diane by the poltergeist, and the real skeletons coming out of the ground. Ruby was freaked out, but took everything in stride. We ended the night watching some funny dog compilations, and discussing what she thought about the movie.
A bunch of recommendations about awesome horror stuff, horror facts, documentaries, and other cool resources! If you can't get spooked, or want to learn something, these are the lists and videos for you.
I've had vivid nightmares my whole life. Nightmares that would keep me awake for hours, worried about the monsters under my bed, chasing me, tracking me, coming to get me. Just before meeting Bahamute these dropped drastically in frequency, now a distant third to stress dreams and normal dreams, when I remember dreaming at all.
There are exceptions, however.
Recently, Bahamute and I took a quick trip to visit the inlaws. It was a great weekend, marred only slightly by my anxiety. The second night of our 2 night 2.5 day trip, I was tossing and turning. I managed to get to sleep, but my brain was overtaxed, and I started having very strange dreams.
The nightmare started when (in the dream) I needed to pee and excused myself to the basement bathroom (which is real, though not as nice as the upstairs bath). I looked down the stairs, and saw a second staircase going upwards.
Of course in reality, the stairs lead to a nice basement, not a void and another staircase. But I wasn't worried about that.
I was worried about the shadow person.
It was a cliche, but no less scary, since some cliches exist for a reason. A thing made of shadows, down on all fours, grinning at me with no mouth. It did one of those jumpcut teleport things, appeared at the bottom of my stairs, and chased me back to the living room.
I was screaming when the thing caught up. I grabbed it, and it was really soft and squishy, like one of those round microbead pillows.
"Look! Look!" I stretched it's grinning face in front of Bahamute and his mom. "Help me! Just look!"
The two of them were laughing, facing different directions.
"Just turn your heads!" I pleaded.
Then I woke up.
My nightmares have often returned to the well of 'something horrible is after me, but nobody will acknowledge it/believe me". Part of this stems from my love of 'turning of age' movies: nobody ever believes the kids in those things. Unless it's well written.
But I'm 30, damnit. I've come and gone of age. And my tales of horror have been met with incredulity, but usually not outright disbelief, or refusal to see what's going on. So I have no idea what that was all about.
When I woke from the dream, I wasn't scared, but more confused and exhausted. I think the nightmare was brought on by a combo of Markiplier binging and getting these blogs ready.
All told, it's been a while since I've had a regular nightmare, and not a stress dream. It was a nice change.
Unlike my love of shitty so-bad-they're-good horror movies, I cannot stand bad book sequels. Son of Rosemary is neither funny, nor scary. It was written by the original author Ira Levin, so you can't claim someone else mucked things up.
Case in point.
It's been a while since I read this, but I remember the basic plot: after the events of the first book, Rosemary went into a magical coma for several decades, waking up in the 90s. Her son, now named Andy, claims he doesn't want to be the Anti-Christ. I remember him being very whiny and annoying. Anyway, Andy accidentally kills all humans or something.
And then his dad shows up.
Satan tells Rosemary that Hell is actually nice, and everything she's heard is a lie, and she should totally come live with him. Spoilers: HE'S LYING. HE'S THE FUCKING DEVIL. He actually says "I'm the Devil!" When Rosemary sees how horrible everything in hell is and complains. SINCE IT'S HELL.
But none of that is as bad as what comes next.
Rosemary wakes up.
Oh, wakes up from her coma, you asked? No.
Wakes up from a nightmare, and Andy is still about to ruin everything?
Nope.
Rosemary wakes up to discover the events of this book, AND THE EVENTS OF ROSEMARY'S BABY have ALL been a dream.
The last few lines try to make the dream a warming, and now Rosemary's scared to move to her new apartment. Fuck that. Fuck Ira Levin. That is the stupidest ending to anything, let alone the sequel to an acclaimed book.
This and the Wizard of Oz are the only acceptable dream endings.
