31 Days of Halloween, Day 11 – Kids’ Halloween Mix: “BOO! …i’m gonna’ scare you!”

Most of the Blog Lagoon Halloween mixes have been decidedly “adult” in nature. So I made one for the kiddies. It’s spooky. It’s kooky. It’s ookey. It’s FREE!

The first most cooelest Halloween mix for kids EVER …

“BOO! … i’m gonna’ scare you!”

Featuring:

Count Chocula
Lurch
Eartha Kitt
Charles Nelson Riley
Alfred Hitchcock
Tim Curry
Vincent Price
Angela Anaconda

… and a special appearance by Crispin Glover

31 Days of Halloween, Day 10 – The Final (2010)

The Final(2010)
It’s Jim Henson’s Torture Porn Babies! That pretty much sums up The Final, one of 2010’s selections for the After Dark Horrorfest collection. Think: Revenge of the Nerds meets Saw.

A historically generic circle of high-school outcasts band together to punish the popular bullies and mean girls that make their lives “hell.” Their words. Not mine.

They throw a mysterious costume party to lure the evil popular kids to a remote location where they dance in slow motion to bad house music and drink roofied punch.

Inspired by their favorite horror movies, the main outcasts (– bad editing keeps us from knowing how many of them there are –) don “scary” masks and grab some weapons so that their tormentors wake up to find themselves bound and shackled helplessly to the floor. They’re obviously in for an unanticipated (to them anyway) evening of Jigsaw-style lesson learning.

Like so many low-budget horror movies, there’s a cool idea begging to be released from The Final and its poorly-conceived AND executed script. It wouldn’t have taken much more than a few flourishes to give the characters personalities, but these outcasts are practically interchangeable and can’t even achieve being stereotypes. At least three of the supposedly ugly primaries would look at home in an Abercrombie and Fitch ad. One, however, can play the banjo.

Conversely, the mean kids are waaaay over-the-top and unconvincing which is bad news for a movie that expects to be taken seriously. We never get a sense of any adolescent trauma endured by the central dorks. Outside of being the target for some air-headed bitchiness, a singular scene of significant physical bullying, and a thrown milk carton, these kids just ain’t bullied enough. We all know plenty of peers who had it far worse in high school. And seriously, how many times do I have to see a milk carton used as a high-school instrument of public humiliation? It’s like the ol’ slipping-on-a-banana-peel gag; it doesn’t happen that often in the real world.

You won’t feel sorry for them as much as you’ll generally dislike them which is why we never get a good grasp on what made them go all Eli-Roth on their more popular classmates. Some of the torture and humiliation scenarios are brutal enough in theory, but they’re so poorly executed and edited that they’re completely ineffective … rendering the movie’s entire reason for being, pointless. (Interestingly, there is a sense that some important scenes are missing from the final cut.)

Better dialogue and less slap-dash cutting could have given The Final a substantial boost, but as it stands, it’s an obnoxious Heathers-meets-Hostel affair, which is not nearly as cool as it sounds. There IS one likable-as-he-is-hastily-developed “hero” who represents this movie’s single departure from convention by being black. So I guess that’s something.

Despite being just engaging enough to keep you watching, the people responsible for The Final should be held back a year.
** (out of four)

31 Days of Halloween, Day 9 – The kids are NOT alright. It’s KILLER KID WEEK!

Countdown to Halloween:
Killer Kid Week

Today’s selection:

Wake Wood (2011)
While a quick glance at the plot synopsis might remind one of Pet Sematary, Wake Wood, has more in common with Don’t Look Now and the (original … obviously) Wicker Man. A surprisingly violent opening, in which a young couples’ little girl is mauled to death by a dog (!), sets the stage for what you’d expect to be far more heavy-handed and brutal a movie than what actually follows.

The guilt-plagued veterinarian father and his ceaselessly grieving wife move away from the scene of their gruesome loss to a waaaaay out-of-the-way rural community where the townsfolk seem to live a simple, pleasant life despite that suspiciously wicker-man look in their eyes.

While they try to blend with their new surroundings, Mom hears it suggested that someone in this quaint little village can bring the recently dead temporarily back to life. It’s supposed to create an opportunity for families and loved-ones to savor a few more days — 3 to be exact – and say one last proper good-bye. It truly does “take a village” to keep a secret this big and when the grieving mother actually gets an eyeful of evidence that this is more than a local legend, she becomes hell-bent on getting her daughter back, despite possible consequences. (Dun-dun-duuuuuhn!)

To their credit the suspicious villagers may actually have some sort of magical and wonderful gift that would be better fodder for fantasy than horror if not for the dumbass out-of-towners who bust in and break what I’m guessing are ancient rules. It appears that in most cases, their bring-em-back-alive parties go off without a hitch. The whole town gathers to watch a once dead person emerge from a recently dead person (– which could have been shot better, as it happens.) There’s no Pet Sematary-esque “soured ground,” or sinister motives behind the townies who perform the ritual. As long as you follow the rules (Dun-dun-duuuuuhn!), you get a loved one back for a bittersweet three-day reunion. But there ARE rules and that’s when the killer kid part of the story kicks in. So desperate to see their daughter, the parents lie about how long she’s been dead and buried because, evidently, if it’s beyond a few weeks, this is NOT a ritual you want performed. For several reasons.

At first, their bright-eyed little Lazarus is exactly as they remember her; restored to her pre-mauling state and as cute and precocious as ever. It’s all pancake breakfasts, picnics and playtime. But as you may have guessed, bringing your child back to life might make pesky ol’ “rules” seem more than a little cruel.

When it’s time to lead their little darling back to the grave, the parents resist, hoping to leave town with her. Also a mistake, because the longer little Alice stays out of the ground, the more devious and sadistically driven she seems to become.

Wake Wood is not wholly satisfying for many reasons, the first of which being that it’s not all that scary. There are some palpable moments of tension and suspense but a fairly conventional final act keep WW from being a great new Hammer studios classic rather than just a better-than-average horror movie.

However, there is a lot to admire in Wake Wood. I especially enjoyed that the townspeople are not evil as you’d expect – just secretive. Also some early scenes of a drugstore encounter with a confused resurrected teen girl make for a subtly chilly way to introduce your movie’s premise. Overall though, Wake Wood doesn’t live up to the expectations set by the name Hammer and its own first half. It’s worth your time if you’re a horror fan but don’t expect to be wowed. It’s an easy watch, but also derivative and surprisingly forgettable.

 

The performances are all top-notch, but the characters are underdeveloped. Eva Birthistle (who’s dealt with fucked-up kids once before in 2008’s The Children) almost sells the crazy in a way you can at least pity if not completely understand. You sympathize with their loss and attempt to relate to their desire to raise dead Alice, but have to consider that they must be a little bonkers. Would your average parent agree to a ritual that involves digging up their daughter’s decomposed body so strangers can perform a very goopy, ethically confused resurrection ritual — of questionable origin — on their single offspring’s fresh-from-the-crypt corpse? I have a cat. I have no idea.

**1/2 (out of four)

31 Days of Halloween, Day 8 – The kids are NOT alright. It’s KILLER KID WEEK!

Countdown to Halloween:
Killer Kid Week

“Thank Heaven, For Killer Girls” Hall of Fame Inductees … Part II

Angela of Sleepaway Camp (1983)

Angela has a secret.

And if no one has spoiled you yet, you won’t see it coming. That’s what’s great about it. You don’t see it coming because it is incredibly random and one of the greatest what the hell just happened moments in movie history. BUT THEN…after some serious consideration of the plot (because I do that sort of thing), it all makes complete sense and in many ways is a beautifully constructed story; something worthy of…well, maybe just V.C. Andrews, but still. Also, in some ways it represents everything that is ugly about being a child in the 80s. Most of being a child in the 80s was amazing, but sadly we did wear those tube sock.

Angela is cute, withdrawn, shy, aloof and somehow manages to single-handedly turn blank-yet-calculated staring into an art form.

I was already digging Sleepaway Camp, long before its WTF finale, but WHATTA FINALE. I can’t imagine anyone else playing Angela with such amazing … i-don’t-know-what. (-and I refuse to acknowledge the existence of any terrible sequels in which anyone else would try.) Angela is in a category all by herself. A mystery wrapped in a riddle wrapped in tube socks and 80s camp wear. Angela – you are the reason showing Sleepaway Camp to friends is so much fun. (*Props to my friend Scrappy, who introduced me to SW embarrassingly late into my adult life.)

The Little Girl in Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre III (1990)

Dear Little girl in Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre III:
I don’t remember much about you, but I do remember you, and outside of remembering you and that Ken Forree is also in the movie, I don’t remember much about TCM III. So I guess that says something about you. I’ve heard the unrated director’s cut of this is worth a spin and that could mean you have some really great killer kid moments. Maybe not. But you’re a member of the Sawyer clan and you’re badass enough sit on Leatherface’s lap …

… and that’s close enough.

31 Days of Halloween, Day 7 – The kids are NOT alright. It’s KILLER KID WEEK!

Countdown to Halloween:
Killer Kid Week

“Thank Heaven, For Killer Girls” Hall of Fame Inductees … Part I

 

I don’t really have the time management skills it takes to commit to doing a blog a day for 31 days. And I don’t know why I pretend I am. A busy work week, a weekend visit from the parents and a morning-crippling happy hour were not on the agenda. Life happens and our commitment to something that has no inherent value in and of its self; an endeavor based solely on the misguided notion that people should pause, take time out of their busy day and listen to what I have to say about really important things; things that matter, such as what movies about killer kids would be fun to write about … well, it gets pushed aside.  But that’s just an excuse and, hey – that’s blogging, right?

So, there’s that.

But there’s also the fact that I ran out of killer-kid movies I wanted to tell “you” about. I didn’t want to write about the obvious movies like Children of the Corn (which is terrible, by the way), The Omen, Pet Semetary, The Bad Seed, etc. (And if I was going to write about The Exorcist at all, I’d be more interested in blathering on about its bizarre family of sequels and prequels, and none of those qualify as killer kid movies. Nor does the original really, when you consider that mayhem was compliments of thedevilhimself. 

For these reasons, instead of a review of another killer kids movie, we can wrap up this half-assedly executed “theme week” with a list of my favorite little girls that kill; (And we’ll spread it across two posts so that it counts twice.) they’re the girls that aren’t necessarily at a movie’s center but leave an impression. Here are two of my four favorites in no particular order:

Karen Cooper (Kyra Schon)  from Night of the Living Dead (1968)

Little girl zombies are especially effective because they represent the worst that a zombie plague has to offer: sweet children turning into flesh-eating monsters that will stop at nothing to rip you apart even as you try to protect them. In this category two little girls really stand out. Karen is THE face of Night of the Living Dead, her image is iconic and her big scene … quite simply: unforgettable. Not only have we worried for this young girl; bitten in a movie that came out before anyone was really sure what it meant to be bitten — but we’ve also observed her heartbreaking deterioration. “I hurt,” she says. It’s a great line (and it’s what Kyra Schon wrote on the photo she autographed for me at Cinema Wasteland in Cleveland.), and all the more poignant because, well shit…she’s just a little girl. We hurt too, Karen. We hurt too.

And then – boom! – flesh eater. Not only the kind that would eat her own mother, but the kind that hacks Mom up with a garden spade — something that zombies don’t even normally do! — BEFORE eating her guts.

Mom is so frozen in fear, shocked that her sweet Karen would turn on her in this way, that she can’t even find it within her to do something so simply practical as … maybe get out of the way? -as her daughter moves toward her, ever so slowly?  -with a spade in hands raised high enough above her head that intent to kill is obvious? You might also want to direct your attention to the fact that she chewed her dad’s entire arm off! Do you know how long that would take with pre-adolescent teeth? This little girl doesn’t do anything half-way.

Anyway, that’s the power of Karen.

Vivian ( Hannah Lochner) from Dawn of the Dead (2004)

She may not have the place in history secured by Karen, but she’s special to me. Not in a “Curly-Sue like-a-daughter-I-never-had” kind of way. But she represents a moment in a movie where you immediately become very glad that you are watching it.

Introduced in a quick establishing scene at the top of the movie, Vivian is literally the girl next door, innocently showing how she can skate backwards now! Moments later she becomes our first real indicator that some time between Sara Polly bedtime shower fuck and dawn, the world went APESHIT!

Why is the little neighborhood girl sneaking around our house in the early hours? Why won’t she answer me? What happened to her-? Oh my God, her face! Oh my God! She ripping my neck out with her teeth, and pouncing around like a rabid pre-teen panther! ARRRGGGGGGurrrgle …

Tah-dah! Welcome to Dawn of the Dead! Get ready for some crazy shit!

31 Days of Halloween, Day 6 – The Devil, You Say?

Killer Kids Week will resume tomorrow, but a 12 hour work day has left this blogger a little worse for the wear. So instead…Enjoy SATANIC AUDIO FROM THE BLOG LAGOON ARCHIVES!

What we have here are two remarkably strange 70s LPs ripped to mp3; both of which are devilishly insane. The first one is “The Rite of Exorcism” and I can only guess that it was conceived of during the satanic obsession sparked by The Exorcist over three decades ago. Disappointingly, there’s a serious shortage of instructional incantation how-tos here. It’s essentially a story record, but the story supposedly utilizes the actual Catholic rites one would recite during an exorcism.  So, grab a pen and paper and listen closely I guess. If you need credibility the good Rev. Patrick J. Berkery, Ph.D’s name is all over it. Whoever that is.

In the same zip file, the other side to that coin: “The Satanic Mass!” — and this one is exactly as advertised. A Satanic … priest (?) … tells you all you need to know about why Christianity is so passe. Better yet he does it in a nasally, decidedly ineffective voice that’s tainted with some regional accent I can’t quite place. (Touches of Boston in there? New England? Who cares!) And it’s all set to music that ranges from what you’d expect to wildly inappropriate chirpy springtime melodies. Outside of that, and the most excellent album cover this side of Danzig, there’s not much I can tell you about this album either. Where it came from, who recorded, when, why?…all mysteries to me.

To give credit where it’s due — by which I mean taking no credit for myself — I did not rip these albums nor do I remember their original download sources. I pick up lots of weird shit from lots of weird places, but I knew these two albums just had to be zipped up and handed over for Halloween. Maybe YOU can pass up two twistedly bizarre devil-themed records, but I sure can’t.  So, here you go folks. Download them and have a party. Raise Satan with one album and exorcise him the hell out of there with the next.

Enjoy. >:)P

31 Days of Halloween, Day 5 – The kids are NOT alright. It’s KILLER KID WEEK!

Countdown to Halloween:
Killer Kid Week 

Today’s selection:

Devil Times Five (aka People Toys aka The Horrible House on the Hill) (1974)
The preview for The Devil Times Five popped up on the third volume of the 42nd Street Forever grindhouse trailer compilation and immediately became something I knew I’d need to see eventually. (I mean, look at  that killer poster art! With less than three months until Christmas, I don’t mind telling loved ones: I would be moved to tears if I had that logo on a t-shirt. Just sayin’.)

When a small bus of psychotic kids being transferred to a new facility (we think — the movie keeps us in the dark for quite awhile without really rewarding our patience) the five survivors escape into the snowy woods where they find refuge in an alpine vacation house where some dark twisted episode of Love American Style seems to be playing out. From then on out it’s The Bad News Bears meets The Shining as our twisted tots begin to off the adults that have taken them in. Why? So they’re not returned to what must be some sort of pre-teen Cuckoo’s Nest — even though the adults, including a decidedly slim Sorrell (Boss Hogg!) Booke (below) couldn’t seem less interested or concerned about the accident that landed the kids there in the first place. (There’s no talk of looking for other survivors. They simply take the belligerent brats at their word.)

There’s a military-obsessed black kid, a solemn-faced pyromaniac girl, a twelve year-old Leif Garrett who inexplicably dons a wig and drag from time to time, Garrett’s cute, freckled real-life kid sister, Dawn Lyn, and a creepy girl (a dead-ringer for a young Tilda Swinson, I might add) who may or may not be a teen and may or may not be a nun. (We never get a full explanation.)

Within the first half hour we’re treated to some bizarre scenes of the adults behaving strangely: A slutty woman cruelly seduces a retarded guy, there’s a cat fight, and lots of senseless bickering that doesn’t establish anything very plot-worthy. Things liven up a little when the DTFs start spilling blood, but even then we’re subjected to murky cinematography and slow-mo padding that does little to contribute to what’s already terrible pacing. The whole production seems rather slap-dash and it’s obvious where first takes are being used despite bungled line readings and awkward staging. But still — it IS Boss Hogg and it IS Leif Garrett in drag (saying things like “Look what you’ve done to my beautiful face!”).

Adults (who don’t really seem to put up much of a fight) are burned alive; attacked with hatchets, spears and hammers; drown in a bathtub full of piranha; hobbled by bear traps; and slain with inexplicably complicated rigged-up death traps. Whether intentionally funny or not, the soundtrack is inappropriately light and comedic considering the events before us.

For the most part the children are portrayed as either precoscious or downright satanic, but never anything in between. One wonders how filmmakers explained to the parents of the stars that their kids would be shown … well, dragging a naked dead woman through the snow. The film’s sick final scene, in which the dead adults are assembled for “play time” (see the alternate title: People Toys), is the best. Fans of sicko 70s schlock won’t be disappointed, but there are absolutely no genuine scares and I can’t help but feel like there are some great opportunities missed here. But STILL — I did mention Boss Hogg and Leif Garrett — right?

Code Red’s DVD includes some great trailers, commentary with two of the child stars and a poster gallery. The DVD is labeled as The Devil Times Five but the print included uses The Horrible House on the Hill title card. (An alternate opening title sequence is also included in the extras.) Some of the marketing materials rip off Last House on the Left‘s oft-cribbed “it’s only a movie” tag line by modifying it to say: “IF YOU GET TOO SCARED, TRY TELLING YOURSELF: IT CAN’T HAPPEN TO ME … IT CAN’T HAPPEN TO ME … ”
**1/2(out of four)

31 Days of Halloween, Day 4 – The kids are NOT alright. It’s KILLER KID WEEK!

Countdown to Halloween:
Killer Kid Week 

Today’s selection:

The Children (aka The Children of Ravensback) (1980)
I caught this disturbing obscurity for the first time while watching USA Network’s Saturday Nightmares show as a kid in the 80s and it … well, it made an impression. A school bus drives through an orange cloud of radioactive gas and emerges on the other side with a cargo of mutant, zombie-like kids. Save their gray pallor and black fingernails, you’d never know there was anything wrong with them…until you move in for a hug.

That’s when their emo-nails dig into your back and fry you like a bucket of Popeye’s chicken. If their gift was slightly more practical than the ability to burn up parents with fingernails, I’d say theses kids are about two clicks away from X-Men territory. Once people FINALLY start asking, “Hey, where’s my kid?” -the toothy grinning little monsters start popping up for surprise reunions with worried parents. We’re treated to this scenario more than once and it always strikes me as pretty eff’d up. They don’t appear to have a motive outside of barbecuing loved ones, and what’s worse, guns don’t stop the little buggers.

When a few characters start catching on, it becomes a race against time to stop them before they wipe out an entire small New England town. Thank goodness for the happy accident of discovering that the only way to stop them is by choppin’ off their little gothed-out, Hot-Topic mitts. So if you ever wanted to see a bunch of little kids get their hands forcibly lopped off at the wrists — by the good guys — your ship has come in and … what’s WRONG with you?

This regional low-budget wonder was directed by the same man who would go on to direct the significantly nastier Luther the Geek. The script, acting and generally dreary look of the film drag it down, but it’s got surprisingly effective (if not particularly realistic) effects, and should effects ever be required to be anything BUT effective? Am I being too literal? Sometimes there’s something creepier about really low-budget effects and, for my money, the smoking corpses of barbecued parents does the job.  Also to it its credit, The Children takes no prisoners all the way through to the “twist” ending, one that reasserts (once again) that you never want to see a pregnant woman in a horror movie. As far as twist endings go, they pitch it nice, slow and steady so that if you don’t see it coming, you’re watching a different movie.

Not only do I  not hate The Children, despite it’s innumerable faults, I like it; partially because it had the stuff to rock my world out of alignment as a preadolecent.  (The Children and the “robot lady” scene from Superman III both earn special spots on the list of things that ruined many a night’s sleep for this impressionable youth. “They’re killing THEIR PARENTS!…who are being punished for MISSING THEM!” This sensitive little boy couldn’t deal with it.) That said, it’s one sicko movie that is obviously doing something right. You’ll either laugh or walk away feeling kinda’ gross about the whole experience, but I’m pretty sure it will be awhile before you forget The Children. A similarly-themed horror movie with the same title came out in 2008 — and was reviewed two days ago — but is unrelated. After being impossible to find for a long time, The Children now pops up in many cheapo 25-movie public-domain DVD box sets. Consequently it’s usually taken from terrible prints making an ugly-looking movie, look even uglier.
**1/2 (out of four)

31 Days of Halloween, Day 3 – The kids are NOT alright. It’s KILLER KID WEEK!

Countdown to Halloween:
Killer Kid Week 

Today’s selection:

The Orphan (2009)
Purple ribbons, pigtails, and reverse-matricide — that’s what this crazy little brat is made of. Her name is Esther and she’s here to break the rules — time-out corner be damned! Parents Peter Sarsgaard and Vera Farmiga adopt an adorably (at first) intense Russian immigrant girl. A decision made spiky by the latent relationship it may have to the heartbreaking stillbirth of their third child. (A shocking, explicitly blood-soaked prologue gives us the back story and tells us up front; all bets are off where this movie’s boundaries are concerned.) Ultimately, Mom and Dad’s motivations for adopting become irrelevant because, as the ads made clear, “there is something wrong with Esther (Isabelle Fuhrman. A true force of nature, incidentally.).” And if you weren’t sure up until the big bathroom stall freak out scene, it’ll do the job.

She’s barely had time to unpack her accent but wastes no time getting to the wrongness… pushing mouthy brats off of jungle gyms (!), clubbing nuns (!!), shoving her new deaf sister into traffic (!!!) and (ulp!) seducing daddy (!!!!). No really. When Esther starts showing her true colors and a method to her madness begins to emerge, no one believes her adoptive mommy who everyone knows, used to be a scorching alcoholic, making her responsible for one child’s deafness AND the above-mentioned still-birth. (Seriously, expectant moms? Stay away.) Those kinds of things are just no damn good for your parental credibility. But it should also be noted that Dad takes a disturbingly long time to finally catch up with the script — which also raises some unfortunate questions.

Where the “killer kids” formula is concerned, The Orphan benefits from lots of queasy thrills and a real corker of a twist ending; a distant second to the surprising  final few minutes of Sleepaway Camp. There are some canyon-sized plot holes and a drawn out cat-and-mouse climax that undermines its outrageously audacious, unbelievable but still incredibly satisfying twist.  The Orphan holds its own in the pantheon of terrible tyke movies like The Omen and The Bad Seed, while leaving movies like Children of the Corn and The Good Son in the dust. It’s trashy, shameless and self-consciously twisted. I also liked that despite the wall-to-wall wrongness, there is a sense of humor (black as pitch, mind you) at work here. The downside is a marginally erratic tone — but who cares? I think The Orphan is awesome and I want to believe that it will age into a classic of the genre for its moxie and audacity alone. It goes places no killer-kid movie has gone before and if loving that about it is wrong … Do I even have to say it?
*** (out of four)

"I said, DO YOU FEEL LUCKY, Esther!"

Ghosts of Halloweens Past – ’09, ’10

This is my third year of kicking my woefully neglected blog into gear for the entire month of October. That means there’s a nice backlog of megaupload shares including past mixes, and some fairly rare stuff, just there for the takin’. When I checked recently most of the links still worked. So if you’re at all interested, step in the Wayback, Sherman. We’re visiting Halloweens 2009 and 2010.

HERE’s a handy glance of ALL the Halloween shares from the last two years in one list of links — if you don’t feel like browsing the archives to find the free stuff. If you want to know more about a link, look up its post.  Consider yourself encouraged to report bad links in the comments. Some stuff can be re-upped.

October 2010 archives start here…

October 2009 Archives Start At the Bottom of THIS page…