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[RM writer/office manager Ron McKenzie stuck a "press" card in his beat-up fedora and poked his nose in where it doesn't belong. We are happy to report that Ron came back with some new Nightbreed info and zero slit nostrils.]
Since March of last year, the definitive cut of Clive Barker’s NIGHTBREED (dubbed The Cabal Cut ) has made the rounds at theatres around the world in the hopes of proving fan interest for the film’s complete restoration for home video. It’s been a long and hard battle, fought by the film’s creators and stars as well as its legion of fans…
Welcome to another edition of Daddy’s Little Monster. Tonight’s feature presentation? The British sci-fi/horror/action/comedy mash-up, Attack the Block. It’s just opened here in North America but we were fortunate enough to catch an advance screening of it in May. I’m gonna sit this one out and hand over the reins. So, without further ado, a 100% Little Monster’s view of Attack the Block.
Emma: Attack the Block takes place in South London, and it’s about a gang of young-kid muggers – is that a word? (Note: Insert “Yes, it is” from off-mic Dad.) Anyways, the kids are trying to mug this lady, when they get caught in the start of an alien attack. They kill the first alien that attacks them, but they find themselves being chased by the other aliens, and they’re bigger and way meaner. They run back to their apartment building in “the block” to hide out. The rest of the movie has the gang, along with the lady they tried to rob, fighting to stay alive.
For most of us, our love of horror begins with one word: monsters. From Universal’s classic pantheon to the rubber-suited mayhem of Godzilla and company, the creature feature was our gateway drug. It was no different for Emma, when she first fell in love with Hellboy and his monstrous universe. Till now, we’ve been looking at films to determine if they’re suitable viewing for your monster kid in training. This time, though, there’s no grey area – this is mandatory viewing for the young horror-junkie, if they haven’t seen it already. Of course, we’re talking about Fred Dekker’s cult classic, The Monster Squad, the first in our series of no-brainer recommendations.
Sometimes, you get lucky. You share something with your child – something that shaped you, that defined your world-view – and they get it. And there are other times where they look at you like you’ve sprouted a second head and started speaking in Esperanto. This was one of those times.
Dawn of the Dead was THE film that shaped my early years as a horror fan. It was the total package – the violence, the social commentary, the sly humour. This film disturbed and entertained me in equal measure. I love it with all my heart, and felt now was the time to share this classic with my young apprentice. The results…were not what I expected at all. (Note: the reason for the slight delay in this review is that this was our third attempt to get Emma to sit through a full viewing of the film, and not for the reasons one would expect.)
To quote Sara Lee, “Some people don’t like some things, but nobody doesn’t like… brain-eating zombies!” Alright, not word for word, but zombies have always been a popular horror staple, especially in our household. From Romero’s series to Shaun of the Dead, right up to the recent TV adaptation of Robert Kirkman’s The Walking Dead, the “deceased and mobile” have been a regular fixture in Emma’s “education”. That’s why, for our next film, I decided we should fill in one of the crucial blanks in her zombie repertoire: Dan O’Bannon’s cult classic horror-comedy, The Return of the Living Dead.
Ron McKenzie joins us for a guest Sinister Seven with horror blogger Brittney-Jade Colangelo:
The saying “never judge a book by its cover” certainly applies to Brittney-Jade Colangelo. She’s a student at Western Illinois University, a competitive baton-twirling beauty queen… and one of the horror beat’s most original and audacious commentators. Her blog, Day of the Woman (given the thumbs-up by Rue Morgue in our Roadkill section, August 2009), was created to counterbalance the more masculine commentary on the genre and she has succeeded admirably. One of the sharpest, funniest and honest voices on the genre, BJC isn’t afraid to call “shenanigans” where she sees it. Put simply, she knows her stuff.