Recently while flipping through an issue of Rue Morgue (a.k.a. the greatest horror magazine ever) I stumbled across a striking picture. The black and white photo showed an old man with his back to the camera. A bell fixed to a post hung above his head and he carried a sickle at his side. He looked kind of like , the angel of death meets the guy on the Quaker Oats box, but not as dumb as that sounds. The photo was actually a still from the 1932 film Vampyr. This eerie portrait was enough to get me on Netflix and add it to my queue.  Continue Reading

Guillermo Del Toro has been making art-film fans froth at the mouth ever since he blew our minds with Pan’s Labyrinth in 2006. Remembering that Hellboy wasn’t that bad of a movie, and that Blade II was actually better than the first, we all went out an rented The Devil’s Backbone and wept with joy that someone finally figured out how to make a really artistic ghost movie. Then we “Netflixed” Mimic and gave ourselves paper cuts on our eyelids, just to feel better after sitting through that crap. But hey, at least those creepy bug dudes looked really cool. Continue Reading

There is no denying that the filmography of Jesus “Jess” Franco is a vast trash bin full of horribly inedible garbage. However, if you are patient and diligent there are delicious cookies to be found there amongst the waste. Continue Reading