Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Horror Haikus 2011 - Part 3

Time to revisit a classic.

Invasion of the Body Snatchers - 1956
directed by Don Siegel

The pods have arrived,
Foamin'n'Poppin'-- you're next!
Load up the truck, boys!

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Horror Haikus 2011 - Part 2

Today's entry is about a British rarity that just about overloaded the WTF meter and that was obviously inspired (ripped off from?) the French horror classic Les yeux sans visage (Eyes Without a Face).  Boy, the things that seemed like a good idea in 1967...

Corruption – 1967 (aka Carnage)
Directed by Robert Hartford-Davis

Peter hunts for glands,
To de-wafflefy wifey,
Look, a laser show!

Friday, September 23, 2011

Horror Haikus 2011 - Part 1!

Every October I watch horror movies, for the whole month, and I write haikus about them.  Sometimes they’re “reviews” of a sort, sometimes plot descriptions (with “spoilers”) of a sort, sometimes they’re something else.

This year I’m starting a week early because it was a really nasty summer in Tennessee and because I just want to (so there!)

Cry of the Banshee – 1970
Directed by Gordon Hessler

Vincent hunts witches
Roderick is a rascal
Dance, pagan girls, dance!

Master of Horror: Deer Woman – 2005
Directed by John Landis

Hot Indian Babe,
Dances on your giblets,
With two tiny hooves!

More to come!

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Bits of Seventies Goodness!

In the summer of 1973 7-Eleven stores began a promotion for DC Super-Hero Slurpee cups. Of course, there were NO 7-Eleven stores in Muhlenberg County. The closest were in Nashville, 75 miles (!) away.

Fortunately, my Dad had an old friend in Nashville that we would occasionally visit. On the next visit, I begged to stop at a 7-Eleven store and brought home three cups. (A Slurpee each for me, mom and dad, but of course I would have been willing to drink 30 Slurpees if they would have let me!)

I snagged the incredibly cool Wildcat cup, the awesomely swank Vigilante cup, and the fantastically lame “Dick Grayson” cup (Really? Robin without a mask? Really?) Which only became more irritating when some slightly older cousins visited and got a whole evening of guffaws from a fact that I had a cup on display in my bedroom with a character on it named "Dick."  (Obviously, they were from the intellectual wing of the Fox family...)  Oh, Slurpee, you know not what you spawned.