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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

EXCLUSIVE REVIEW: Lars Von Trier's Antichrist


The latest film from auteur Lars Von Trier has garnered enough attention that the movie has become more than just a movie. Antichrist, starring Willem Dafoe and Charlotte Gainsbourg, haunts the audience with its heavy imagery, sexuality and psychology. With screening audiences split down the middle, love it or hate it, it is one of the most thought-provoking movies this year.

I'm not sure what you might consider a spoiler, so just be warned I may indulge in discussing parts of the movie here. As for the plot, Dafoe and Gainsbourg play the nameless couple who, after a tragic accident, suffer through a grieving process that affects Her more than Him. Being a therapist, He decides to treat Her. At first He makes Her accept the process as something natural and then, leading up to the climax, confront what she is scared of the most. Rather simple and basic, the plot allows for the movie to spiral in numerous directions.

And now for the spoilers. The film is broken up into five chapters. The Prologue begins with the couple's copulating. The throes of passion are underscored by opera, the couple is moving in real time while the scenery around them is playing in slow motion. Shot in black and white, the movie is gorgeous and crisp. It is vibrant and artful yet somehow removed from reality.

As the viewer is gazing at the scene, it unfolds that the couple is neglecting their child. The willful child climbs down from his crib, makes a stop at his parent's room, and proceeds to use a chair and climb up to the desk and to the window. The snow falling, slowly, is soon joined by the child, making his unfortunate trip to the ground. The scene ends, the conclusion of the action will be continued in the following chapter; Grief.

Dafoe's character is trailing the funeral procession crying and barely hanging on. She collapses from the grief and is soon treated in a hospital. The doctor is giving her pills to cope and He is not having it. Sooner or later She needs to accept the grief and mourning and He is going to take care of her. Gainsbourg is phenomenal in this. She is hanging on to just a thread, breaking through and showing a glimpse of recovery, only to spiral out of control. She is resistant to his therapy and soon faces the all too real pain of anxiety.

Her anxiety and sexual coping mechanism (in another scene in order to escape feeling grief, she tries to have sex with Dafoe) are building up and tearing down all at the same time. The scene is just gut-wrenching: Waking up later and curled on the bathroom floor, She makes her way to the toilet, the camera following and shaky. In an instant that sound of flesh and porcelain, as her head crashes down, shocks and draws the viewer further into her anguish. As He finds and consoles Her, she resorts to dire ravenous sex. After refusing her initially, he relents.

The bedroom scenes are interesting showcases of the emotional depth of the couple. The moments of love, hate, pain and suffering are shared on that bed. After a playful scene (perhaps the only one), He concludes that immersion is the only solution. Rather than what she is scared of, the focus is now on a location. The woods, or Eden--which is the cabin in the woods that she took her baby to write her thesis--is the place she most fears.

The immersion process, where he’s trying to replicate her foray into the forest to prepare her, is stunningly shot. The stylized beauty of it, the exacting nature and composition of it, is indulgent and very dreamlike. The rushing bass is in our ears as we watch Gainsbourg glide through the forest in a dress. He feels she can handle an actual trip to the woods, leading into the next chapter; Pain.

Whereas the first two chapters helped set up the movie, the payoff comes in this chapter. The anguish and pain involved is manifested in three symbols (“The Three Beggars”, a doe, a fox, and a raven). The doe is giving birth to a stillborn fawn. He stumbles onto this scene, almost as if intruding upon nature. The scene provides yet another shift upon the lens and exacting art of Von Trier’s movie. The doe soon flees in real-time as the wind plays with the grass in slow-motion.

The woods are spooky and lush with green. The camera is rather interesting here, as well. As pans kind of morph together, it’s a neat and subtle little trick that is at play here. I mentioned other little devices Von Trier uses, and I’ll talk about a couple more. I loved his use of out-of-focus pans and quick scans between the two actors. At times shaky and amateurish and other times sure handed, the camera work is incredible and enhances the storytelling.

The therapy involved in the woods includes Gainsbourg walking on the grass on her own, and Dafoe puzzling together his conclusions. The couple seems to be hitting its stride, sharing a bed, and the sexuality is no longer just fevered or desperate. As we spend more time in the woods, it becomes clearer that maybe She was beginning to lose it last year, with several clues that will remain unspoiled.

As the third chapter, Despair, unfolds, the horror of the movie comes into play. There are several acts of sex and violence (including the extended scene of Gainsbourg in the woods with Dafoe) that often merge together. These scenes are raw and unflinching, still fresh in my mind. The pain and desperation of sex is now replaced with terror.

It is harrowing to see the pain she is in. Her belief that women are inherently evil is something that disturbs Him. At this time last year, her research was critical of gynocide and the mass murdering of women through the 16th Century. Shifting the focus, maybe it is nature that is evil. Not just trees, but the nature of things--“Nature is Satan’s Church” as He states.

I won’t go further into the movie, as the conclusion needs to be seen. I will discuss some symbolism and ideas behind it, or at least how I felt about it. The movie’s sexuality, as discussed, is an interesting one because it is at the root of it all. This belief is certainly held by Her, as she returns to it again and again. Her self-castration could be considered her way of removing sexuality and putting herself at ease.

As for what the movie may mean, as stated, Von Trier made this movie as therapy while suffering crippling depression. At first, with all the one-to-one connections and symbolism, it almost seems too heavy-handed. Through the minute dissection of what women do to men, of putting so perfectly the stereotype of pain that is inflicted onto another, it becomes absurd. The core idea, the distillation, shows the ridiculous ultimately allowing the subject to be free of these crippling ideas. I mean, women emasculate and cripple men figuratively, but in the movie it happens literally. Almost as if the portrayal brings to light the humor in it.

I’m still torn as to whether or not I really liked this movie. It’s fascinating, subversive, and at times an outright challenge. The movie will divide people, and Lars Von Trier has crafted a movie that needs to be discussed.

Monday, October 5, 2009

The Greatest Fright Fiction of All Time! The Cyber-Horror Elite Takes on Literature

Usually, when I do these "Cyber-Horror Elite" polls (it's self-deprecating sarcasm, people, relax), controversy seems to ensue once the final tally is released to the public. But this time, the controversy began during the actual voting process itself...

After gathering together the opinions of the best and brightest of the horror blogging world time and again to weigh in on horror films, it was suggested to me by my co-conspirator RayRay to direct the attention toward horror literature. This is something I had been unsure of doing in our sadly non-literary age, but I sure am glad I did.

My approach was simple: Reach out to the finest horror bloggers/writers on the web and ask them to list their personal top 10 list of horror-lit. The results would then be totaled using my patented point system, and boiled down to a master list of the best of the best.

Problem is, what do we consider for inclusion? I had decided early on that, in order to get the strongest results and not water them down, I would combine novels, short stories and poetry (and anything in between), rather than do three separate lists. I knew it might be difficult, in comparison to my movie lists, to get a significant number of results as it was, and I wanted to get the best possible responses. Call me a philistine, but I chose to combine all genres of style into one literary endeavor.

Not everyone agreed, feeling that short stories, novels and poetry (poetry??) all deserved their own lists. Ideally, I might agree. But realistically, I knew there are very few who'd be able to provide a strong list for each, particularly poetry. Plus, I wanted to optimize reader interest by condensing all three into one. In the end, I'm glad I did, and I'm very proud of this particular list.

And so, I hope you folks get a kick out of the end results--THE HORROR LITERATURE TOP 30:

  1. Dracula by Bram Stoker (1897)
  2. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (1818)
  3. "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe (1845)
  4. Salem’s Lot by Stephen King (1975)
  5. At the Mountains of Madness by H.P. Lovecraft (1931)
  6. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stephenson (1886)
  7. The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson (1959)
  8. Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury (1962)
  9. The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty (1971)
  10. "The Dunwich Horror" by H.P. Lovecraft (1928)
  11. It by Stephen King (1986)
  12. The Shining by Stephen King (1977)
  13. "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe (1849)
  14. "The Black Cat" by Edgar Allan Poe (1843)
  15. I Am Legend by Richard Matheson (1954)
  16. Ghost Story by Peter Straub (1979)
  17. Books of Blood by Clive Barker (1984-85)
  18. "The Monkey’s Paw" by W.W. Jacobs (1902)
  19. "The Cask of Amontillado" by Edgar Allan Poe (1846)
  20. The Turn of the Screw by Henry James (1898)
  21. The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole (1764)
  22. Pet Sematary by Stephen King (1983)
  23. "The Colour Out of Space" by H.P. Lovecraft (1927)
  24. The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker (1986)
  25. Who Goes There? by John W. Campbell, Jr. (1938)
  26. "The Call of Cthulhu" by H.P. Lovecraft (1928)
  27. "The Murders in the Rue Morgue" by Edgar Allan Poe (1841)
  28. Psycho by Robert Bloch (1959)
  29. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (1890)
  30. Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (1872)

As in the past, my system involves awarding 10 points for every #1 ranking, 9 points for #2, etc. That said, it should be pointed out that Stoker's Dracula was far and away the most dominant vote-getter of them all. It was included on nearly everyone's list, and almost always extremely high. Nothing else came close, not even Shelley's Frankenstein or Poe's "The Raven", which were by far the strongest of the rest of the bunch. Seems those are the three almost everyone could agree on...

Break-down by literary genre:
15 novels
8 short stories
5 novellas
1 poem
1 anthology

Authors who appear more than once:
Edgar Allan Poe - 5 entries
H.P. Lovecraft - 4 entries
Stephen King - 4 entries
Clive Barker - 2 entries
(these four writers make up a total of half the entries on the list)

Chronological breakdown:
18th century: 1
19th century: 11
20th century: 18
1900s: 1
1910s: 0
1920s: 3
1930s: 2
1940s: 0
1950s: 3
1960s: 1
1970s: 4
1980s: 4
1990s: 0
21st century: 0

Highest ranking 20th century work: Salem's Lot
Oldest ranked work: The Castle of Otranto
Most recent ranked works: The Hellbound Heart & It
(Nothing from the past 22 years received enough votes to make it, and nothing from the past 34 years made it into the top 10)

A few other noteworthy vote-getters:

  • "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson (1948)
  • "The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats (1920)
  • World War Z by Max Brooks (2006)
  • The Case of Charles Dexter Ward by H.P. Lovecraft (1927)
  • Crash by J.G. Ballard (1973)
  • Carrion Comfort by Dan Simmons (1990)
  • Hell House by Richard Matheson (1971)
  • Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice (1976)
Finally, time to give credit to those brave souls who took part in the ranking this time around. Profound thanks to all of them:

Maitland MacDonagh, film professor, critic & writer for NY Times & TV Guide
Kim Paffenroth, author of the Stoker-winning Gospel of the Living Dead
John Kenneth Muir, horror critic (Booklist Editor's Choice)
Iloz Zoc of Zombos' Closet of Horror, founder of LoTT-D
Pierre Fournier of Frankensteinia, Canadian Comic Book Creator Hall of Famer
Jeff Allard of Dinner with Max Jenke and Shock Till You Drop
Monster Scholar of Monster Land
Matthew House of Paracinema and Chuck Norris Ate My Baby
The Lightning Bug of The Lightning Bug's Lair
RayRay, Vault of Horror contributing writer
Unkle Lancifer of Kindertrauma
Christine Hadden of Fascination with Fear
Jon of Evil on Two Legs
Ryne Barber of The Moon Is a Dead World
The Divemistress of TheAvod
Ms. Harker of Musings Across a Continuum
Bill Courtney of The Uranium Cafe
Pax Romano of Billy Loves Stu
Mike McBeardo of McBeardo's Midnight Movies
And yours truly, of course.

There you have it. Digest. Discuss. Debate. Distribute.

TRAILER TRASH: Barbara Steele Edition!



















Sunday, October 4, 2009

Death and the City, Part 2: PARANORMAL ACTIVITY

So there I was, fresh out of the 92Y Tribeca screening of the delightful and charming Zombie Girl: The Movie, enjoying a few beers with the equally delightful and charming Tenebrous Kate and Baron XIII. And yet I could not completely relish the moment, because hanging over my head was the knowledge that I was minutes away from experiencing--by myself--the one horror film everyone had been telling me not to see by myself.

Granted, I wouldn't technically be by myself, since I would be joined by a packed, sold-out house. It was this exact sold-outedness that had prevented Kate and her beau from joining me. Being the paranoid lunatic that I am, I had managed to purchase my tickets to Paranormal Activity mere moments before it sold out--they, unfortunately, had not.

And so I had a solo ticket to the hottest show in town. The newest indy horror sensation, playing at just one theater in the city of New York, at midnight. Steeling myself for what was to come, I made my way up to Times Square, and took my seat a scant four rows back from the gigantic screen. And while I quickly determined that I was in the midst of a "Girrrrrlll---don't go in that room!!" type of audience, that didn't bother me in the end. Because the impact of Paranormal Activity ran over these unsuspecting souls with all the force of a runaway Peterbilt. It was a hell of a ride, and we were all along for it.

Simply put, Paranormal Activity is what The Blair Witch Project should have been. I make no bones about being sorely disappointed in that film when I first saw it a decade ago. I literally felt as if I had been mugged of my ticket money as I left the theater that night, realizing how a brilliant internet marketing campaign (one of the first of its kind) had gotten me to see this decidedly mediocre and forgettable experiment.

But not this time. This time, as I sat there staring blankly at the pitch black screen that took the place of closing credits, I can honestly say I was in a state of momentary shock at what I had witnessed.

What Paranormal Activity gets right is it creates a growing, gnawing sense of tension and dread that burrows deeper and deeper inside you as the moviegoing experience continues. As opposed to the rather dull and disjointed montage of "amateur" footage that made up Blair Witch, and gave very little payoff until the very end, Paranormal Activity rations out the fear, like a steady drip from a horror I.V. It's also peppered with a liberal dose of natural humor, which breaks things up here and there, just enough to heighten the tension even more when it does return.

Unlike the expendable cardboard characters of Blair Witch, Katie and Micah are people we become invested in. We may not always like them--particularly the bone-headed Micah, who is also the main source of the humor--but we are interested in what will happen to them. And little by little, we are drawn into their situation.

Along the way, there are little payoffs here and there, just enough to keep us wanting more. An unsettling sound; something glimpsed out of the corner of our eyes; and other things I will not give away so as not to soften the grip this film will place on you when you see it.

I will say that the film's only main flaw comes due to the inherent weakness of these documentary-style "reality" horror flicks. Specifically, the sheer mundanity of life itself, with its daily repetitions, does threaten occasionally to undermine the terror that is underlying the proceedings. In the end, there's something to be said for the artificial, heightened reality of traditional film-making--we must admit it's far more fascinating than real life as it actually is.

That said, Paranormal Activity does an infinitely better job of balancing out this low-key monotony with just enough of the unusual and unexpected to keep us interested--whereas Blair Witch became so concerned with seeming realistic that it only succeeded in manufacturing the tedium of everyday reality, and what scares there were felt faked (until the very end, which I will reiterate, I've always found to be very strong).

Clearly, Paranormal Activity writer/director Oren Peli has learned from the lessons of Blair Witch, as he manages to make it all so very convincing, both the reality of the characters, and of the unnatural horror they face. For this reason, I cannot stress enough that if you chance to see this film and find yourself losing a bit of patience in the beginning--trust me, stick with it. The pacing of this film is of the utmost importance, and things get hairier and hairier as we move along.

Case in point: The bedtime footage that dominates much of the movie. See, Micah installs a video camera in their bedroom to record what goes on while they sleep, in an attempt to catch the titular activity on tape. And while these scenes were among the sources of the slightly annoying repetition for me, they also are of crucial importance, as things slowly get worse and worse during these specific times. In the beginning I found myself regarding the beginning of each of these scenes with frustration, since nothing much was happening--but later, I would greet each one with a sense of dread, since I didn't know what might be happening next. And in the end, I think that evolving reaction was perfectly appropriate.

As for the ending, it was reminiscent of Blair Witch in the way it strove to leave the viewer with a truly bizarre, terrifying and unexplainable finish to the events of the movie. And it does so--but to much greater effect, since it involves characters with whom we feel much better acquainted. Also, the over-the-top ostentatiousness of it is that much more powerful in contrast to the subtlety of most of the preceding 100 minutes. Yet it doesn't go too far and show too much--rather, it's just enough. Just enough to leave you sitting perfectly still and having to remind yourself to breath once it's finally over.

A couple of unfortunate and rather vocal idiots in my audience expressed their disapproval once it was over, I will admit. These are the same types who did so with the ending of Blair Witch--resumably they were expecting something more along the lines of Friday the 13th or Saw, with all the subtlety and finesse of a Coney Island hot dog eating contest. But they were quickly drowned out by the recovered masses who saw fit to applaud the film--in part, one would assume, out of a need to counteract the mumblings of the detractors.

If you're looking for a film to genuinely frighten you, this is certainly it. Paranormal Activity lives up to the hype in that regard. It's a rather low-key, patient, yet masterfully executed fright film, that in the end delivers exactly what it's supposed to. See it if you can, and yes, I will now agree that it is most definitely better not to see it alone.

Driving home from Manhattan to Connecticut on a Friday night is never fun--but doing it by myself after seeing this thing was decidedly less so. I've always felt that those who are naturally predisposed to liking horror are the same people it seems to profoundly effect and disturb the most; whereas the ones who don't like or "get" it tend to be those for whom it has no power to frighten. If you are one of the "predisposed", then you can rest assured that this is going to be a film that stays with you.

Random Ramblings from the Vault...

  • Why did it take so long for Trick 'r Treat to come out--and why only direct-to-video? The flick is better than 99.9% of the horror out there.
  • And while I'm at it, Dylan Baker deserves more fame and recognition. The guy is fantastic.
  • Freddy vs. Jason is a tremendously fun movie that reminds me of the old school Universal monster mash-ups. Not scary at all, just good fun. The people who complain about it are the kind of people who tell little kids there's no Santa Claus.
  • Did you know that the bizarre Henry James quote at the end of House by the Cemetery was completely made up by Lucio Fulci? I love him more then ever.
  • Am I the only one who was freaked out that on The Real Ghostbusters, Egon had a giant platinum blond pompadour? So un-Egon-like.
  • Borders is a dangerous place for me to be in October. Horror DVDs for $8.99 apiece. Giant anthologies for 50% off. Ugh.
  • Just because you have a camera, some makeup from Wal-Mart, and 20 friends who are willing to be zombies, that doesn't mean you should make a zombie movie. Just saying.
  • Smartest thing the makers of Paranormal Activity did to encourage suspension of disbelief: Leaving out opening and closing credits. Take that, Blair Witch Project!
  • If you've never done so before, I can't encourage you strongly enough to pay a visit to the excellent Love Train for the Tenebrous Empire. Tenebrous Kate is a fountain of insight on the lurid and wonderful worlds of exploitation and horror. She also has a bizarre fascination with nuns, and can knock back pints at astonishing speed.
  • It is an absolute crime that in the year 2009, the 1944 haunted house classic The Uninvited has yet to be released on DVD.
  • And finally on a personal note, if you're looking out for my review of Paranormal Activity, and the results of the Cyber-Horror Elite literature poll, just sit tight. I plan on getting to both during the week. Try to muddle through till then, kids!

A Quarter-Century of Krueger: Creating Freddy

"Unveiling a Nightmare"--a featurette originally found on the 2006 Infinifilm DVD edition of A Nightmare on Elm Street. Enjoy...

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Death and the City, Part 1: ZOMBIE GIRL

Every now and then, the planets align just right and a horror-themed night like no other becomes possible. Such was the case last night, when I trekked into Manhattan for a rare evening of ghouls, demons, beers and tenebrosity.

My schedule was as follows: Head down to the 92Y Tribeca for an 8pm screening of Zombie Girl: The Movie, along with the divine Tenebrous Kate and her Baron, self-proclaimed overlords of the Tenebrous Empire; Consume mass quantities of fermented grain starches at a nearby tavern; Proceed north to Times Square for a midnight showing of the hottest ticket in town, Paranormal Activity.

Not a bad way to spend an evening, right? Well, let's start at the beginning.

If in four years, my daughter is just like Emily Hagins, I will be a very happy dad. This kid is just about the coolest tween I've ever seen in my life. She's also the subject of Zombie Girl, an endearing little documentary about a 12-year-old with a passion for film, who fulfills the dream of making her very own zombie movie.

Emily knows her stuff. During filming, she rattles off references to Kubrick and talks about blocking out her scenes. Yet at the same time, she is also completely unassuming, with all the wide-eyed enthusiasm and naivete one would expect from a kid her age. As she's being interviewed in her room, check out the background for the Shaun of the Dead poster tacked up right next to a row of Care Bears...

This girl is awesome. And best of all, she has two of the coolest parents I've ever seen.

In some ways, this movie is very much a counterpoint to My Kid Could Paint That, the 2007 doc about a little girl who supposedly could paint exquisite works of art. Whereas in that film, it turned out that her parents had coached her and were really pulling all the strings while the girl truly had only the painting ability of an average little girl, in this case we have a truly inspired young woman, who is the one in charge. And she has talent to spare.

Emily's parents are there for her, providing support every step of the way. More than just okaying her wild dream, they take a very active role in helping to make it happen, especially her mom Megan. As a parent, I really felt for this woman, as it's clear she loves her daughter deeply and earnestly supports her. Even though they have their share of fights, and Megan's exasperation becomes more and more evident as the production wears on, it's never in doubt that she's fully behind her daughter 100%.

The actual film Emily made is called Pathogen (check out the trailer at Day of the Woman), from a script she wrote herself when she was 11 years of age. A devout film fan, Emily and her mom are regular patrons of the legendary Alamo Drafthouse Cinema, and in the course of her adventures, Emily gets taken under the wing of Peter Jackson and that godfather of geek culture himself, Harry Knowles. The master of Ain't It Cool News in particular is all over this documentary, pontificating in his typical fashion...

Pathogen itself is your typical tale of a zombie virus/uprising, imagined from the point of view of a 12-year-old girl with a genuine love of horror. Although I haven't seen that actual film in it's entirety, it's safe to say of course, that it isn't exactly Citizen Kane--nor does Emily make any claims to its greatness. But that's not at all the point--rather, as Emily's mom says at one point, the film is a record of where Emily was artistically at this very early point in time.

I'd say there's a very real chance that one day Emily Hagin will be an honest-to-goodness grown-up movie director. By all accounts, her first feature film is an earnest and competent work, and certainly at a level way beyond what the average 12-year-old would have the interest or ability to pull off. And Zombie Girl is a charming look at how it all came to fruition.

I can't stress enough how disarming and endearing young Emily is. Her unpracticed demeanor and utterly genuine passion are what make Zombie Girl so fascinating to watch. And while it may not be the best thing in the world that anyone with a Macbook can make a movie these days, in Emily's case it's truly a blessing that the technology exists to make her dream a reality.

I was certainly grateful that the 92Y Tribeca made it possible for me to check out this documentary, which otherwise I'd probably have to hunt down on DVD. I was also grateful for the exquisite company of Lord and Lady Tenebrous. But this was far from the end of the night for me. For awaiting me in just a few hours was the film I had heard was the most downright terrifying horror experience in years. And due to a ticket purchasing mishap (way to go, Kate!) I would be experiencing it ALONE...

To be continued....

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Visceral Visionaries: Billy Tackett

Welcome to the beginning of something new here in the VoH--a series of interviews with some of the most interesting graphic artists working in the horror field today. We begin with Billy Tackett, a Kentucky-based painter and illustrator who specializes in the process of "zombification", and is also known for his acclaimed Dead White & Blue Comics.

You call yourself the "Creepiest Artist in America". Explain.
That is said in humor, of course. The story is that we moved to the Cincinnati area 10 years ago from a very small town in Eastern Kentucky. I thought that living in a major metro area, I would be able to find like-minded individuals--but I was wrong!
For years, I tried to find some type of horror culture, but failed. So, naturally I deduced that I must be the only dark artist here. I began calling myself "The Creepiest Artist In Cincinnati" for a couple reasons: First, it could be good publicity; and second it could draw out other artists to call my bluff, which was fine by me.
A while later, my friend, author Shane Moore, told me I needed to set my sights higher, and he began touting me as "The Creepiest Artist In America". That worked very well because of my Dead White & Blue series of paintings. Plus, it was just over-the-top enough to be fun and funny.

Tell me about your love for Famous Monsters of Filmland.
FMoF has always been around for me. I can't remember a time when I didn't have a copy around. I'm talking even before I could read, I was talking my parents into buying them! This was a time before DVDs, VCRs or cable TV, so FMoF and similar magazines were the only place I could learn about the classic movie monsters.
As much as I love FMoF and their legendary Basil Gogos covers, the publication that inspired me even more was Curtis Publishing's Monsters of the Movies. A highly underrated artist by the name of Bob Larkin did work for them that inspires me to this day.

You also call yourself a "zombification specialist". How did you discover you had this particular knack? Has there ever been a time you simply couldn't pull it off to your satisfaction?
The reason I started painting zombies so much (aside from the fact that zombies are the shit) was to practice oil painting. I could experiment with colors and techniques on zombies because they don't have to be perfect. Zombie Sam was one of the first ones, and it and grew from there. I do a lot of traditional portrait commissions, so coupling that with my love of zombie culture was a pretty natural progression.
For me, the hardest part about the zombification process is deciding how rotten the zombie will be. Before I start a piece I will sit down and think it through: Will this have more impact as a fresh, human-looking zombie or a rotted, oozing bag of bones? The possibilities are endless. There's one piece, Bombshell Zombie, that I keep getting these weird comments on that tells me I hit the nail on the head. I've had more that one person tell me "I'd still do her!" I may have hit zombie Zen with that one!

How did "Zombie Sam" come about?
That question is the one that I get asked the most, and unfortunately I don't have an answer for it! Several years back, I contacted a bi-annual zombie comic anthology about contributing. They commissioned a one page pin-up, and that's where the original black & white Zombie Sam came from. I'm not sure if I had the idea before, or if I came up with it just for the commission. If I had known he would turn out to be so popular, I would have taken notes. The black and white version is now plastered all over the internet, with some low quality text added to it.
When I began oil painting, I thought Sam would be a good one to do. His popularity got me into the graphic T-shirt business, as well as inspired the whole Dead White & Blue series of paintings.

Did you ever get any backlash over it?
No. I thought I would, but I have been shocked at how well he and the entire series has been received. When I began doing the Dead White & Blue series, I had no political statement to make. I'm very patriotic and a big zombie fan. That's about it. The really shocking part is the diversity of the fans of the series. Politically right and politically left, pro and anti-war, American and Iraqi...yes, my Dead White & Blue series has a fan base in Iraq, not only among the military but among the citizens! I just recently completed a CD cover for a death-metal band based in Baghdad called Dog Faced Corpse.
So there's something about this series that speaks to everyone. I think a lot of that comes from the fact that I'm not trying to make a statement. It's all neutral, which allows the viewer to put his or her own statement behind it.
I do have to share this story: A couple years ago, we were at a big convention and two guys in their early twenties were thumbing through my portfolio. When they got to the image of Sgt. Rot, the one that says "Better Undead than Red" one guy laughed and the other huffed and walked away. After he left his friend informed me that he was a card carrying communist! I guess commies have no sense of humor...

What's your favorite of these "zombifications"? Any future ones we can look forward to?
That's like asking a parent to choose their favorite child! But if I had to choose, I guess the one that turned out better than I had hoped would be Cannibal Claus. And yes, there will be more. I see no reason to stop now. I have a list on my refrigerator of potential subjects for the zombification process. It's just a matter of time.

Tell me a bit about Dead, White and Blue Comics.
Dead White & Blue Comics was sort of inspired by the images Zombie Sam, Fannie the Flesheater and Sgt. Rot. At some point, I half-jokingly mentioned to Shane Moore the fact that I thought these characters would make cool characters in a comic, and he told me I should write it.
For a long time, I've had this rough idea for a comic book in my head that was very over-the-top b-movie-esque, so I altered that a bit and Dead White & Blue Comics was- or is being born. Since the project is still underway, I don't want to give too much away. But I can say that the main characters were a superhero team during WWII, and they were inadvertently turned into zombies. Fast forward to today, and Nazis that have been living on the moon return to Earth with alien technology and want revenge. The only way to stop them is to unleash Zombie Sam and company. If I had to put a label on it, I would say it's a super hero/horror/sci-fi/historical fiction/spoof/homage story.

I'm particularly enthralled by some of the black and white ink portraits you've done, especially the Frankenstein's Monster. Did you start working in this medium later, and is it more difficult than your other work? It looks quite involved.
I started doing the stipple technique way back in high school. Other than pencil, I've been doing this longer than anything else. It's not necessarily more difficult but it is more time consuming. I've tried other ink techniques like cross-hatching but I always seem to over do it. Stippling is such a slow and tedious process that it's hard to over do it. I guess that's why it works for me. An 11"x14" picture can take over 40 hours to complete. It's a long journey, but the finished product is pretty impressive.
Being a fan of movie monsters I wanted to do some fan art, but I wanted to do something different than the (mostly Gogos "inspired") paintings everyone else seems to be putting out, so I went with the stipple look.

What other future projects might you be able to tell my readers about?
I'm finishing up my art book For The Love Of Monsters. I should have a publication date soon. I just did an interview for an upcoming non-fiction book by Jonathan Maberry called VAMPIRE HUNTERS and Other Enemies of Evil, which should include some of my art as well. I have a movie poster or two on the drawing board, and as always I'm working on Dead White & Blue art.
There's also some potentially exciting stuff coming up, but I don't want to say much until everything's set in stone. Check out my website www.billytackett.com for all the new stuff, and a calendar that shows all my upcoming convention and event appearances.


Thanks to Billy Tackett for taking the time out for this interview. Visit his website for more of his amazing work, and stayed tuned right here in the Vault for future installments of Visceral Visionaries!


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