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Sunday, September 6, 2009

North 40: Finally, a REAL Horror Comic

If you're a fan of horror, and a fan of comics, and you're NOT reading North 40 from DC's Wildstorm imprint, then you need to rectify the situation immediately. Very often, horror comics simply don't work because it's tough to generate the right atmosphere. Movies can nail it visually, and books can nail it in the written word, but for some reason it becomes a tougher task when you mesh the two elements. But North 40 nails it, and then some.

I've gotten through the first three issues of the six-part miniseries that have come out so far--actually, more like tore through them ravenously. Aaron Williams' writing, particularly from a dialogue-perspective, is utterly engrossing, and the meticulous artwork from Fiona Staples is appropriately moody and expressive. Staples is a particularly fine choice, as she has also done the Trick r' Treat comics adaptation, tentatively set for release next month.

The level of quality here is impressive, with a meshing of top-notch writing and art not seen in horror in recent years outside of the best work of Steve Niles. As good as Robert Kirkman's The Walking Dead can be at times, North 40 is a far superior work. Not only is Williams' writing more disciplined and tighter, but the artwork is in an entirely different league altogether. Marvel's recent Dead of Night miniseries featuring Man-Thing came close, but didn't pack this much punch. The recent Evil Dead series was a snooze-fest. And don't get me started on the George Romero abortion, Toe-Tags...

North 40 tells the story of a Lovecraftian terror (seems to be quite popular these days, doesn't it?) unleashed in a small redneck town. But there are a few drastic departures from your typical Cthulhu-inspired shenanigans here. For one thing, Williams takes the action out of snooty New England and deposits it in Midwestern Conover County, a place of trailer parks, greasy spoons and good ol' boys.

In Williams' tale, two bored teens unwittingly release the terror by reading from an ancient tome found in the library (ain't it always the way?). Everyone in the county falls unconscious, and when they come to the following day, the whole town seems to have been turned into bizarre monsters, with just a handful of townspeople instead bestowed with different super powers to help them combat the monsters. In this way, the book becomes an interesting hybrid of horror and superhero comic genres.

This is also where another of the book's strong points comes into play: The characters, all vividly created and completely engaging. Robert and Dyan, the slackers who start the whole mess; "good girl" Jenny, reborn as queen of the zombies; the attitudinal Amanda, recruited by a mysterious benevolent crone to be the town's resident good witch; Luanne, who gains powerful telepathic abilities from the incident; Wyatt, who basically becomes Superman thanks to it; and the badass, cantankerous Sheriff, my personal favorite. And then there's that terrific narrator--I could almost hear the voice of Sam Elliott in my head...

If I could nitpick anything at all with this book, it would be that occasionally a bit of confusion arises as Williams shifts from one scene to another--with so many characters doing so many different things in so many different places, it can sometimes get a bit unwieldy. But this is a minor quibble, as Williams' writing is also the book's prime selling point.

I'll be looking forward eagerly to future issues of North 40, and I encourage you to get on board as well. It may not be getting all the hype of some of the other less deserving titles, but this is one quality horror comic well worth looking for.

A Quarter-Century of Krueger: Freddy in Love

Behold, an animated short which is sure to get a chuckle from any die-hard Nightmare on Elm Street fan, particularly if you're an over-eager fangirl who ever harbored a secret crush for the bastard son of a hundred maniacs. Enjoy...



Saturday, September 5, 2009

The Many Faces of Vincent Price










Friday, September 4, 2009

VAULT VLOG: B-Sol & Wee-Sol Take on THE HOST

I apologize for the video getting cut off mid-way. We tried to do it over several times, to no avail. PhotoBooth is a most cantankerous and frustrating program--even moreso when your co-host is a five-year-old. You'll understand that I eventually had to throw in the proverbial towel...

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Retro Review: From Dusk Till Dawn

Horror fans have long lamented the genre wasteland that was the 1990s, and so this week I turn my attention to a film which, for me, is one of the bright lights of the entire decade. Robert Rodriguez' From Dusk Till Dawn may, in fact, be my favorite horror film of the entire decade. Or at least one of a handful of gems. For my money, it's just about the only fright flick from that era that captured the feel and attitude of the much grittier and more brutal horror fare of the 1970s and '80s.

Interestingly, it's actually two different movies in one, with the first half being your typical Rodriguez/Tarantino grindhouse action/crime flick. Then, in the midst of Salma Hayek's alluring striptease as the unforgettable Santanico Pandemonium, it totally shifts gears and turns into a balls-out, horrific gorefest. It's quite amazing, and in a way is a precursor to Rodriguez and Tarantino's Grindhouse of a decade later--an actual two-part flick consisting of both genres in two different films, Death Proof and Planet Terror. Only in my opinion, From Dusk Till Dawn did it so much better.

Back in 1996, the idea of Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez directing a vampire flick was pretty incredible. And boy did this duo deliver, giving us a horror movie with more style, attitude and sheer enthusiasm than most of the tame stuff that passed for horror around this time.

Actually, From Dusk Till Dawn resembles a Romero zombie movie more than it does a vampire movie, which is no surprise given Tarantino's professed love for Dawn of the Dead (before making it big, he even used to claim falsely to have been an extra in DOTD, to help him get acting roles). This especially shows itself in the concept of former friends and family members turning against each other without remorse, and the need to coldly do away with them once they do.

Particularly, the scene in which Harvey Keitel's character bites his own teenage son has always stayed with me, and is especially rough, especially for a movie that at other points takes such a comedic, almost light-hearted approach to the material. This is what makes this movie so much fun to watch, the way that Tarantino's script moves so deftly from one tone to the other, with Rodriguez' masterful touch keeping up with it every step of the way.

Only these two guys could've gotten Keitel to be in a movie like this, and it is a great thing that they did, because he is just terrific as a fallen priest trying desperately to hang on to his faith enough to be an effective vampire killer. On the cusp of a big-time Hollywood career, former TV star George Clooney is also on-point as the reluctant leader of the ragtag crew of vamp stakers.

And given this is a film made by lovers of the grindhouse aesthetic, we are treated to a plethora of cult actor appearances, including Tom Savini, Fred Williamson, Cheech Marin, Danny Trejo and John Saxon.

The violence and gore is at a level that wasn't seen all that much anymore in mainstream American horror at the time. For the most part, the '90s was kind of a reaction to the excessive stuff depicted in the '70s and '80s. But this movie bucks the trend big time, giving us graphic bloodletting and vampire feasting galore.

There's so much to recommend here. Juliette Lewis in another of her memorable performances. Some great chemistry between Clooney and Tarantino as the Gecko brothers during the film's early, more Pulp Fiction-esque sequences. Cheech's classic monologue outside the saloon. And did I mention Salma Hayek's striptease?

In closing, for anyone newer fans who have been disappointed in what the '90s had to offer in the way of horror, check out this movie. If you're a long-time fan of the genre who bemoaned the lack of quality films at that time and somehow missed this one, correct the omission immediately. In the past 15 years, only Let the Right One In (a very different film) could be considered a superior vampire movie.

Forget Grindhouse--this is Tarantino/Rodriguez horror at its best.

ALIEN vs. THING: Battle of the Ensemble Casts

If you're an astute reader of the Vault, you may have noticed that I haven't changed up the poll on the right sidebar, despite the fact that the last one has been closed for several days now. The reason for this is that I've been very intrigued with what a heated competition it turned out to be, and how close it was. The question is: Which film has the superior ensemble cast, Alien or John Carpenter's The Thing?

Both movies are superb science-fiction/horror films (perhaps the two best ever), and a big reason why is their absolutely excellent casts, made up of terrific veteran actors who are riveting in every scene. It's fascinating how the movies parallel each other in this way. In the end, The Thing won the vote, but with only 51%. It doesn't get any closer than that! So where do you stand? Truth be told, I give Alien the slight edge, but let's take a look at the players:

ALIEN

Sigourney Weaver as Ripley
The star of the film, and quite possibly the greatest performance by an actress in a horror movie, ever.


Tom Skerritt as Dallas
As the doomed captain of the Nostromo, Skerritt is able
to portray both the exasperation and the inevitable failure of a good man in way over his head.

Ian Holm as Ash
Possibly the film's most memorable performance. Holm brought the rigorous training of the English stage to bear in tackling his
role as the haywire android.

John Hurt as Kane
In his relatively limited time on screen, Hurt is nonetheless unforgettable as the victim of the notorious face-hugger.


Harry Dean Stanton as Brett
One half of the movie's duo of frustrated flunkies, Stanton is perfect as the ultimate put-upon space stoner.


Yaphet Kotto as Parker
And Kotto is the other half, bringing a certain physicality and presence to his role that takes a small part and makes a lot more out of it.

Veronica Cartwright as Lambert
Perhaps the film's most underrated performer, Cartwright play Lambert as the anti-Ripley, a hysterical woman who collapses under the stress of the situation.

In the case of The Thing, there are several more cast members involved than in Alien, so in the interest of relative "fairness", I've left out some of the more minor roles and focused on those who contribute most to the great ensemble work that goes on in the movie...

THE THING

Kurt Russell as R.J. MacReady
For some, he is the ultimate genre leading man/hero figure in this role. It's interesting to compare MacReady to Dallas, in that MacReady is just as unready, but rises to the occasion so much better.

Wilford Brimley as Dr. Blair
If you only know him as the sweet old man telling you about diabetes on TV, you need to watch Brimley as a serious-as-cancer hardass in this movie.


Keith David as Childs
Speaking of hardasses, David is terrific as always, and of course brings that unmistakable voice with him.


David Clennon as Palmer
The parallel to Stanton's Brett, as the put-upon stoner/slacker of the crew, Clennon provides what little bone-dry humor this movie has to offer.


Richard Dysart as Dr. Copper
Playing "cool-just-on-the-edge-of-losing-it", Dysart is very effective in a situation that has to be any doctor's worst nightmare.

Richard Masur as Clark
A somewhat atypical role for Masur, who made a career of playing semi-comical schlemiels. It's interesting to see how he plays this part.

Donald Moffat as Garry
A capable character actor if ever there was one, although I'll always have a soft spot for him as the tax collector in Popeye...

Thomas G. Waites as Windows
Packs a punch as the disgruntled grunt/techie of the crew, almost an everyman figure.


Beyond looking at the individual actors, there is of course also that intangible "ensemble" factor--the way all these fine performers come together and interact with each other to produce scenes that are absolutely gripping in one way or another. As I've said, I give a slight edge here to Alien, if only because it's a tighter group, but I don't want to prejudice you guys too much. I'm very interested in what others have to say about this. So now it's your turn...

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In other news, allow me to puff out my chest a bit here and declare that The Vault of Horror has finally attained the top spot at HorrorBlips. If you've never visited it, HorrorBlips is an excellent website which gathers together horror news from sites and blog across the web in one place, and also ranks tons of horror blogs based on traffic and linkage. Yours truly currently reigns supreme at #1, thanks in large part to the support of all you loyal Vault Dwellers. And thanks to that sweetheart BJ-C, who dedicated her post on Day of the Woman this morning to my triumph (and who is also currently ranked #3, by the way).

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Hump-Day Harangue: BLOB-ZOMBIE? Say It Ain't So!

Dear Rob Zombie, you made a couple of good songs back in the day, and a couple of good horror flicks, too. So why must you be the source of so much agita for me, two days in a row? Fresh off my rant on the many sins of Halloween II, I've now caught my breath sufficiently to tackle the latest news rocking the horror interwebs--that Mr. Zombie's next project is going to be a remake of The Blob.

What gets under my skin the most, as I think it did with others, is Rob's assertion that he wants to stay away from a giant red blobby thing in his version of the movie. How that may have scared 1950s audiences, but today's audiences would laugh at it.

Let's get a few things straight here. Firstly, the original 1958 Blob is by no means a classic horror film. It is no more than a fun, popcorn drive-in flick. I also have news for Zombie: It was never meant to be taken completely seriously as a horror film. Not even in 1958. Anyone who's ever seen the goofy opening title sequence, complete with cornball Burt Bacharach tune, can attest to that. It was always a camp film.

Secondly, the whole gimmick of trying to actually make the blob itself scary and not just a giant red jello mold has been done as well. Familiar with the 1988 remake, Mr. Zombie? You know, the one that is actually way better than the original? The one that your version won't be as good as? Yeah, that one.

OK, so what we're dealing with here is a remake of a film that's already been remade. At the moment, I can't even think of any other time that's happened, except for Invasion of the Body Snatchers (and look how that turned out). I mean, how derivative can you get??

All we're going to get with Zombie's version is the blob invading a town populated by sleazy white trash, as the grizzly director attempts oh-so-ironically to comment on the squeaky-clean '50s teens of the original. We get it, Rob. We get it.

Of course, this new version will have some great creature effects and some very creative and entertaining kills... But a remake of a remake? Do I even need to say any more?

Believe it or not, I do think that Rob Zombie is a talented director. I'm one of those who loved both House of 1,000 Corpses and The Devil's Rejects. That's why I think the guy needs to lay off these retreads and focus on original material again. Rob Zombie once notoriously said in an interview that remakes were the worst things any director could do. If only he had heeded his own advice...

The Tuesday Top 10: Worst Things About Halloween II

I'm an angry blogger tonight, folks. Yes, I'm that guy. I just can't help it. Why? Because I saw Halloween II, that's why. Ever see a movie you hated so much it actually made you angry? Well that would be this disaster for me. I wanted to hold off till tomorrow and make it my Hump-Day Harangue, but I can't wait. I need to get at it tonight. And so, I'm making it the theme of my Tuesday Top 10. So here goes, let's dissect the ten major reasons why a colon irrigation would be preferable to seeing this film again...

10. Homeless-Looking Heroines
Rob, why must you make every character in your movies look like they've spent the past week hanging out at the Port Authority--especially the girls? The female leads may be OK on the eyes, but it seemed like Zombie did all he could to make them look as skeevy as possible.

9. The Best Part Never Even Happened
Hands down, the movie's best sequence was the opening in the hospital--but guess what? It was just a dream! That's right, the only part of the flick that felt like an actual Halloween movie, wasn't even real. Cause you know, Rob Zombie had to put his "stamp" on things and give us his version of the franchise. Thanks a lot, buddy.

8. That's So Jason
Characters you hate so much you can't wait to see them killed? Isn't that the domain of Friday the 13th? Don't get me wrong, Halloween dabbled in that to a degree as well, but not to the cartoonish level of the Voorhees series. Until now. I don't want to root for Michael Myers. I didn't in the original, and I shouldn't be now.

7. Logic? We Don't Need No Stinking Logic!
Why would Laurie be sharing the same hallucinations as Michael? And don't tell me because they're siblings, that crap might hold water if this was some lame-ass Halloween 6: The Curse of Michael Myers-type supernatural nonsense, but I thought we ejected all that garbage in favor of realism.

6. Not Enough Danielle Harris!
What was the point of letting her character survive the first movie (unlike in the original) only to be rendered pointless in this one? Her presence is a major selling point of the film as far as I'm concerned, yet she was completely wasted.

5. Paging Dr. Frank N. Furter...
What was up with referencing the characters from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, yet vehemently refusing to mention them by name? Even going so far as to repeatedly refer to the good doctor merely as "a dude pretending to be a chick". Mr. Zombie, do you really think we're that dumb? Well, you got my ten bucks, so maybe you're right...

4. You Ma'am, Are No Laurie Strode
The completely annoying and unsympathetic Scout Taylor-Compton is such a far cry from Jamie Lee Curtis' iconic final girl that it's not even funny. Lacking all of the poise, style and acting chops of her predecessor, she turns Laurie into just another run-of-the-mill whining slasher flick chick. If this is the "good girl ideal", then our culture is doomed.

3. Angry Michael Myers
The Shape has no emotions. The Shape feels no pain. The Shape is an automaton. Or at least, he's supposed to be. Every time I heard Michael utter those seething grunts and groans as he murdered his victims, it felt like he was plunging the knife into my own heart. As if the humanization of the character in the first one wasn't bad enough...

2. Sheri Moon Zombie, Will You Please Go Now?
I know she's your wife, Rob, but why oh why did she have to be shoe-horned into this one, too? And as a completely out-of-place supernatural entity on top of it... It's been said before, but Michael isn't supposed to be the movie slasher who hallucinates his dead mommy, remember? Ms. Zombie and her stupid white horse nearly ruined the movie for me single-handedly.

1. The Dr. Loomis Character Assassination
I say nearly, because what really did it for me, what drove me into paroxysms of geek rage, was the cynical, stupid way in which Zombie ham-fistedly raped the character Donald Pleasance made so famous. The doctor is supposed to be a heroic figure--the voice of reason crying out against the madness, the yin to Michael's yang. Instead, Zombie thought it would be cute to make him a sleazy media-whore. So very sad. Not to mention the fact that his character serves absolutely no purpose in the picture whatsoever. Not since Jack Black's Carl Denham has a classic character been so thoroughly FUBARed.

And just so you don't consider me your typical bitter genre blogger... Here are the handful of little things I actually liked about the movie: Some very cool imagery, the nods to Frankenstein, Michael-as-transient, Brad Dourif, the Psycho homage at the end. There, happy?

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Swine Flu, Bird Flu, or Zombie Infection? A Health Warning from The Vault of Horror...

Special thanks to Katiebabs. Originally found at Dead Dog.

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The Horror of the Printed Page

[Tonight I bring you a special contribution from award-winning book blogger Katiebabs of Babbling About Books, and More. So let's shut off the DVD players for a minute and think about the books that really scare us, shall we?]

The horror! The horror! Quick, can anyone tell me where that line is from? And no, I’m not talking about one of the most famous movie lines muttered from Marlon Brando in the Francis Ford Coppola classic, Apocalypse Now.

It may seem unfortunate that most of the screams and thrills people find are in movies. I’m a true horror movie buff and I love having the ever loving shit scared out of me as I watch some poor sap die a horrible death from some maniac or supernatural monster. But it may come as a surprise that you can feel these same emotions in books. One of my favorite genres is horror. There has been many times where I have been sitting in my bedroom late at night all alone and scare myself to death by what I am reading.

There are hundreds of books I could recommend that can send chills up and down your spine but since I have limited space, I will give you some of my all time favorite tales of terror. You may find yourself surprised that these books will give you nightmares.

Many of the horror stories I have love are short tales of murder, mayhem and death. One of my all time favorite horror authors is Edgar Allen Poe. My appreciation for Poe began when I watched Vincent Price starring in many screen adaptations of Poe’s work. Two Poe stories that always give me the willies are The Tell-Tale Heart and The Masque of the Red Death. The Tell-Tale Heart is a chilling telling by the narrator as he tells about a murder he committed and how he got rid of the body. The police come to him to ask him questions about the missing person. They have no clue that he is the killer, and he is about to get away with the murder. But as the police interview him, he begins to hear a noise, a sound that won’t go away. The sound becomes louder to his ears, till he is near insanity, wanting it to stop:

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

The Masque of the Red Death takes place during a masquerade ball where the guests are murdered by some unknown killer. The question is, who is this killer and why is he targeting these people? The ways they die are very gruesome. But no one is safe because the Red Death is actually a terrible plague that has swept across the land.

Don’t Look Now by Daphne de Maurier is another short story that was made into a cult classic movie in 1973 with Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie. A married couple are on vacation, trying to get pass their grief over the death of their little girl who drowned. The husband begins to see a little blonde girl in a red coat everywhere. He starts to believe she is his daughter because his daughter had drowned in the same type of coat this strange little girl is wearing. When he finally catches up to the little girl, the twist will shock the ever loving crap out of you. The ending to the story gave me nightmares for weeks. And if you decide to see the movie, don’t be surprised if the last two minutes makes you piss your pants from fright.

The one type of creature, that makes me want to hide in a closet and pray for a quick death if they find me are zombies. I blame George Romero for that lifelong fear. But without Richard Matheson there would be no Night of the Living Dead. Matheson wrote a story in 1954 that has influenced many horror authors and Hollywood filmmakers. I Am Legend helped develop the vampire and zombie genre by building upon the idea of an apocalypse of disease that will destroy the world. This story is the reason Stephen King wanted to write horror and responsible for flesh eating zombies becoming such a cultural phenomenon in movies and literature. It is about the one soul survivor left on Earth after a virus has turned humans into undead mindless zombies. The reader goes through the experience alongside Robert as he tries not to go crazy because every night he is stalked by these creatures. Imagine if you were the last person on Earth with no where to turn to for help, only you own thoughts to keep you company as you try to stay alive or become food.

Speaking of Stephen King, he is my idol, my reason for reading and wanting to write like he does. He has shaped the horror, science fiction and fantasy genre alike. It is so hard to choose his best work. The three that come to mind are The Stand, It and The Shining. With The Shining, King is able to tap into a person’s inner demons and the eventual break down of a person’s mind because of those demons. Part psychological thriller, part ghost story, this is one of the finest books I have ever read. It gave me an intense dislike of clowns and the underground sewage system, and The Stand is my number one favorite book of all time. The Stand taps into the desolation and fear in people of what is right and wrong and how one would survive if an epidemic such as a virus wiping out the world did occur.

Many of the books I have listed are classics. There is one final book I would like to mention that was just released this year and you may come as a surprise because it is a Young Adult book written for the teen audience. The Forest of Hand and Teeth by Carrie Ryan is such a book that in my past twenty odd years of reading scared me to the point I was looking over my shoulder as I read, expecting the monsters from the book to be standing there. The Forest of Hands and Teeth is a cross between M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village and George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead. This book has tapped deep into my fears and psyche. Imagine the world filled with zombies who want to eat you. You have no where to turn, for they are all around you, crying in hunger, waiting for the right moment to attack. Imagine the only thing that keeps you from being infected by them and becoming one of them or becoming zombie food is a fence that keeps them out. What if that fence was breached and they were able to come through? This is a book not for the faint of heart. There is death and destruction, filled with violence and fear. The fear is not surviving from the monsters whose only goal is to consume the living. But is this truly surviving? (For more on The Forest of Hands and Teeth, you can read my review here: http://kbgbabbles.blogspot.com/2009/03/forest-of-hands-and-teeth-book-review.html)

I thank B-Sol for giving me this opportunity to talk about my favorite horror reads. What are some of your favorite horror books or authors you can recommend to fellow horror fans?

Katiebabs from Babbling About Books and More! http://kbgbabbles.blogspot.com/ Twitter: @Katiebabs
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