Archive for the ‘Horror Movies’ Category

What Else I Have Been Watching

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2020

As a follow-up to the earlier post, other groovy, dirty, and slimy material that has been running through my computer box.

From the completely unauthorized Patrick Still Lives (1980). These people can drink some J&B.
Ahh, that really eases the pain.
I mean, why not?
There is nothing I like sharing more with my mistress than J&B.
And a smoke?
Looking good, my diabolical friend.

What I Have Been Watching

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2020

Been watching movies in the traditional Perverse Osmosis vein: terrible, trashy, and full of JB. I realized that I hadn’t posted any of the screen caps, so here we are:

A couple of those are pickaxes +1
From Mark of the Witch (1970). Notice the giant book of philosophy.
Pretty formal philosophy party if you ask me.
If only all scrolls had something this handy written on them.
Thank you, 1981.
Taking the edge off with a little J&B
Giant spider rolls for initiative.
Good luck reading this, but it is for the movie Stuck (2020)
Mutated Nazi.
That gas mask must smell.

John Saxon: Off to Fight Freddy Somewhere Else

Thursday, July 30th, 2020

Long-time character actor John Saxon died this week. Saxon is best known, at least according to high-brow sources, as one of the participants/willing beat-down participants in Bruce Lee’s Enter the Dragon (1973). Don’t get me wrong: Saxon is pretty rad in Dragon and wears some impressive robes.

However, to yours truly, his best role is as Nancy Thompson’s Sheriff Dad in Nightmare on Elm Street (1983). Granted, he mistakenly arrests Rod, which leads to Rod’s death in jail, and he is understandably a bit skeptical of his daughter’s claims that a dirty-hat wearing spectral child murder is responsible for all the carnage. That said, he comes through in the end, using some of those cop breaking-and-entering skills so he can save his daughter.

Mostly I think he is great in this movie because it was either the first or second horror movie that I saw that really scared me. I am talking about not being able to sleep and assuming that every sound was Freddy coming to give me the ol’ slash and stab type of scared. But, knowing that John Saxon was out there gave me a little hope that I might survive.

John Saxon 1958.jpg