Sometimes you sit back and watch a horror movie because it’s better than the complete lack of plans you made for the weekend.

Horror movies come in two over-arching types: Really god woefully bad and you wish you could pluck your own eyes out while speaking Latin like that dude in Scene 18 or are a part of the Gingerdead Man franchise, or the actually good ones that have a decent budget and genuinely prey on your mind after leaving the cinema (and are usually ripped off of Asian movies).

The thing about the good horror movies is that even though you know they simply cannot happen,they continue to prey on your mind afterward. “What if my world isn’t the real one…” and “There’s stuff out there I don’t understand…” It’s why poorly shot movies about axe wielding psychopathic bums dressed as Santa Claus don’t particularly scare us. Things that could actually happen are kind of tacky.

But sometimes that shit actually does happen…

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Yeah yeah, I know, I keep saying I’ll stop abandoning this blog, and then I do immediately again for a few months, well the reason for that is… Actually, there is no reason for that other than the standard gawthic ones. Laziness and depression!

Anyway, new content, so quit whining.

This morning I watched a movie so bad it actually explains exactly what happened to Gary Busey’s career.

Gingerdead Man (more…)

There are some films that are so awfully craptacularly pathetically bad, that they’re actually kind of cool.

Santa Claus Conquers the Martians, anything by Ed Wood, and now One Eyed Monster.

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