Recent disappointments in mind, I was quite surprised to find that not only did House of 1000 Corpses indeed feature a house, but also included approximately 1,000 corpses.
Now that Saw III is in the theater, I figure I might as well watch the first one.
Number one reason to watch Saw - Cary Elwes. I used to have such a crush on him in Junior High/High School. He was Westley, for chrissakes! I watched Hot Shots! and Robin Hood: Men in Tights in the theater, just to see him. He was even hot in recent movies, like Shadow of the Vampire...but now his age seems to have caught up with him and he's got that middle age bloated thing going on. I don't care, he's still kind of hot. At least he's not gross like Val Kilmer.
It took me half the movie to even figure out which one was Adam.
Adam was the one harboring a major guilt trip over the fact that 4 years ago, he and a friend set a house on fire with fireworks, killing the family inside. His friend doesn't really give a shit, but he's pretty broken up about it and has flashbacks about it.
You'd think that killing of Richard Grieco within the first five minutes of a movie would be an automatic 4 BOB rating, but alas and alack - NO.
Although I rented Ghoulies II shortly after it came out on video, absolutely the only thing I remember about it was the scene in which a guy sits down on the john and a Ghoulie pops out and presumably munches on his dangling genitalia.
Almost 20 years later, that's still the only thing memorable about this movie.
You know what's even scarier than running zombies? Thinking zombies!
George Romero kicks his zombies up a notch by having them learn to think and communicate with one another. Led by "Big Daddy" - an especially angry looking gas station attendant zombie - the living dead stop staring at fireworks and mount an attack on a human fortress previously believed to be protected on three sides by water. Ha - water is no protection against zombies - they don't need oxygen!
I know I've seen the original, but hell if I can remember much about it.
Before I watched Dawn of the Dead, I assumed it was yet another one of the uninspired horror remakes that we've been subjected to in the last several years. I was dead wrong, this was not just another Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Dawn of the Dead definitely brought something to the table with this reworking of the zombie mythos, specifically the running. These zombies can fucking BOOK IT. Walking zombies are pretty scary, but running zombies? Fucking scariest thing EVER!
The stars could have used Voodoo for Dummies.
The movie started off right with a Voodoo showdown in Haiti, then shifting to New Orleans, the Voodoo capital of America. But less than halfway through the film, the action shifted to Tennessee. Tennessee? Tennessee is all about country music - not Voodoo...unless of course, Daniel the Voodoo demon intended to harness the power of country music to enslave innocents and send them to hell? Because country music could TOTALLY do that! No joke, country music is not something to fuck around with.