Showing posts with label Horror Movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horror Movies. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Hungry Like the Ginger Wolf




I performed a yearly ritual a little early last night. I watched my favorite werewolf movie Ginger Snaps. Normally, I wait until October, and then bring on the lycanthropy. Just as I watch Alien every summer, and The English Patient every winter (non-horror--unless you include Count Olmasy's realistic burn make-up), October is reserved for Ginger Fitzgerald--sexiest werewolf, bar-none!


I have to confess that before Ginger Snaps, I considered werewolves to be a minor subgenre. I had seen the original Wolfman, starring Lon Chaney Jr., but hadn't given the subgenre much thought since then. I do like American Werewolf in London (which is available to watch on Hulu.com this month), but it was Ginger that won me over. Vampires will always reign supreme in terms of night creatures for me. Werewolves are a very close second--with a silver bullet.



Ginger Snaps tells the story of two teenage sisters, Ginger and Bridget, two Goths with a distaste for suburban mundanity. After Ginger is attacked by one of the nastiest werewolves on film, she begins to change. To quote elle loup herself, "I can't have a hairy chest, B.--that's fucked!"



As the full moon draws near, the transformation becomes more pronounced. Ginger shifts from angsty teenager, to bloodlusting beast in thirty days (just in time for Halloween). I would say more, but I prefer not to spoil this film for those who haven't caught up with it.

Produced in Canada in 2000, Ginger Snaps was followed by both a sequel and a prequel. All three films star the gorgeous Katherine Isabelle in the title role, and the talented Emily Perkins as Bridget.

Tony of Horror Etc. fame has often asked the question, "Is it wrong to be attracted to a werewolf woman?"

My answer to that is, "If loving Ginger is wrong, I don't want to be right."






her picture goes on the fridge next to Sookie Stackhouse!






I spent a fair amount of time last night doing research on werewolves last (both ficticious and alledged). This is in preparation for a number of projects--not the least of which is an upcoming werewolf episode.

I highly recommend Ginger Snaps for those that like their horror dark, brutal, and without sparkles. Forget team Jacob, I want to be on TEAM GINGER!

Till then...bark at the moon, avoid wolfsbane, and pour me a pint at the Slaughtered Lamb pub.

"...She's that hairy-handed lass, who ran a amok in Baily Downs. Lately, she's been overheard in Kingstown...AhhhWoooooo, werewolves of London, Ontario!"

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Episode Three--Manos: The Hands of Fate!


A Satanic coven.
A vile henchman.
A couple lost in the desert.
A bevy of scantily clad babes.

Does this sound like the making of a great, or atleast passable, horror flick? Wrong! Manos: The Hands of Fate is one of the worst, if not the worst, movie ever made. Written and directed by fertilizer salesman Harold P. Warren, Manos bombed in its initial release. Few had seen the film, or even knew of its existence, until Mystery Science Theater 3000 plucked it from obscurity. They ridiculed the hell out of it, and thus, gave it new life! Albeit a very sickly-connected-to-life-support kind of life.

Join us as we discuss the worst movie ever made. We explore why it has taken on cult status as we laugh at it, not with it. Also discussed is the recent arrest of super-sexy spy Anna Chapman, Napoleon's hair at auction, and a prehistoric Moby Dick!

You can download us from archive.org by clicking the link. Or, you can listen to the auditory madness here.

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My special thanks to Mr. Dillon for being a brave soul. He endured as much of Manos as is humanly possible.