Well horror fans, it looks as if we are starting to get some big names around the old public domain movie vault these days. In a few weeks we’ll be hosting an entire month of Dario Argento movies and tonight I offer you a film by the one and only, Godfather of Gore, Lucio Fulci.
Fulci made a lot of movies in his career and covered a lot of genres. If Dollar Movie Drive In was still around I’d be rushing to show you his incredibly effective Western Four of the Apocalypse, but his is best known for his series of extra gooey splatter movies from the late 70s and early 80s. When you sit down to watch a Fulci horror movie, you expect a few things. You expect lots of gore, plots that only sort of make sense but that have a dream like quality about them, ambiguous conclusions and…oh yeah…plenty of maggots.
You’ll be happy to know that tonight’s feature does feature all of those things. There is nothing as great as the intestine puking scene in City of the Living Dead or the eye gouging in Zombie, but this is plenty of mean-spirited mayhem to keep you awake. As far as “weird” plots go, you’ve got a brutal killer lurking around, freaky children, an odd babysitter that may know more than us (of Fulci) about what is going on, a creepy basement, odd townspeople and much more.
There is something lurking in the basement of the old Fruedsterin house, something evil and hungry for flesh. When a new family moves in, can they discover the terrible secret of their New England home before it is too late and they become part of the house’s dark legend. Found out now in…..HOUSE BY THE CEMETERY.
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That’s right folks… what’s better than listening to your humble Cadaver Lab hosts talk about a handful of horror stories? It’s listening to your humble Cadaver Lab hosts talk about 50 horror stories! Don’t worry people… This won’t get into the 10 or 11 hour range for the show… We kept it short at almost 4 hours.
The head doctor at a home for the criminally insane is trying out a new program which gives the inmates more personal freedom. His new technique seems to be working well until one of his charges plants an axe in the back of his neck. Shorty after his unscheduled departure, a new nurse that he had hired arrives and must find a way to fit into her new position.
With the new movie Splice recently in theaters, impressing some and disappoint others, the discussion of genetic engineering has come up on several of the horror podcasts I listen to. Not wanting to be left out of all this morally questionable tom foolery, I figured I’d pull this little science project from the public domain vault and see if it wins any prizes.
AARREEE YOOUUU RREEAAADDYYY! In the red corner we have young, hot, nubile, and sexy coeds rushing the most obnoxious sororities on the planet. In the blue corner… we have some old-balls dudes who are going to make tons of inappropriate comments about said young, hot, nubile, and sexy coeds!
Ever wondered whatever happened to that dude that was in The Crying Game? Ever wondered what would happen if you gave the devil a Pillsbury Poke? Ever wondered what some people use as alternate currency? Well, all those questions, plus tons of others are answered in this installment of Cadaver Trax!
The Summer Slash-A-Thon continues to leave a bloody trail across your desktop this week with a little forgotten backwoods romp about a group of friends spending the weekend in upstate New York. What they don’t count on are odd and possibly demented locals and the deadly and definitely demented masked killer that soon begins to thin their numbers. I give you Savage Weekend.
Ah the Drive-in. Back in the days before every theater had 25 screens and was owned by a huge cooperation, the local drive-in was the perfect outlet for the not-so-mainstream movies of the day. The low budget shockers or import Westerns and Kung-Fu flicks found homes there. The sex comedies and sleazy exploitation pictures were just as welcome. Really all you needed was a cool poster and a name that looked good on a double or triple feature add and you were good. The movies themselves didn’t even have to be that great. Nobody was watching them anyway.
