In addition to the usual reviews and comments you would find on a horror movie blog, this is also a document of the wonderfully vast horror movie section of the video store I worked at in my youth.
Showing posts with label Killer Machines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Killer Machines. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 26, 2026

August Horror Trivia Watchlist


To all those who came here from the event or the FB or Instagram page, welcome! I am Jay, one half of the horror trivia quizmasters and this is my humble blog. Here's a selected list of titles mentioned at the last event. Click on the titles to be redirected to their Imdb listing. Horror Trivia Night happens at Storm Crow Manor in Toronto. If you're in the area, come on down! Register here.

Friday, June 20, 2025

A Heist In Hogtown!


Full disclosure. This edition of VHS Fridays is a cheat because I don't actually own the movie I'll be talking about. When I was looking up last week's movie Mark of Cain, I discovered it was once put on a double-bill DVD with another Canadian flick from 1984 called Thrillkill. Even a quick glance of its content was enough for me to know I had to watch it. So here we are.

Already 1000% better than Mark of Cain.

A game developer/bank thief hacker named Carlie (Diana Reis) hides the location of her stolen money inside a computer game. Will she be able to escape with it before her dangerous associates catch up with her?

As far as I can tell, Thrillkill is pretty obscure, maybe not as much as Mark of Cain as this one is actually on YouTube, but enough that I'd never heard of it. It was directed by Anthony D'Andrews & Anthony Kramreither, the latter of which was the founder of Brightstar Pictures, which also produced the CanCon treasure The Brain. In '84, even though they didn't have much genre experience behind the camera (they cut their teeth on sex comedies), they still managed to eke out a decidedly enjoyable yarn here.


Thrillkill has a few unexpected turns over the course of its run-time. I guess first is that the killer video game alluded to above is sadly a rug-pull. The game's not even central to the plot like say 1982's Cloak & Dagger was. While some characters do play it - delightfully utilizing live-action graphics that would not be attainable until much later with the advent of CD drives - it's just to push the story forward. I think the producer's were just like, “hey video games are popular, right? Let's put a bunch in this movie!”  I was hoping the talking computer may have been the prototype of Lola, the quick to vaporize office AI from Emmeritus' The Tower to come a year later, but alas, no. This movie is more of a crime thriller, than a horror. Think Daryl Duke's Silent Partner, but with less gravitas. 

It kills by falling on top of you maybe?

The other zag was the protagonist, which gets swapped out halfway through. Though unexpected, it wasn't entirely surprising as I wasn't getting lead vibes from Reis. After a scene that reminded me of something similar in Marathon Man, we shift our focus to Carlie's stewardess sister Bobbie (Gina Massey). Sadly, aside from a stint on The Littlest Hobo (a rite of passage for all up-and-coming Canadian actors in the 80s), she never did anything else which is a shame because she is quite affable.

Gina Massey as Bobbie in Thrillkill.

Thrillkill has a ton of familiar faces in it. Just scratching the surface, veteran actor Frank Moore plays Thief #1 utilizing a bold accent choice that just made me think of Count Chocula every time he was onscreen. Eugene Clark plays Thief #2 and if that name doesn't sound familiar, he's motherfucking Big Daddy from Land of the Dead. Then, connecting to Mark of Cain, we get Robin Ward as Frank Gillette, the cop trying to get to the bottom of everything. His scenes with Gina Massey start off as cringe, but get more amusing as the pictures goes along.

Then, you've got the landmarks. Carlie goes to the fucking KEG. It looks like it was more of a bar in the 80s and not the rustic steakhouse it is now. They then go to the “Vegas Club” aka The Pinball Spot which looks more like a bowling alley game-room with a bar in it. This all leads to a climax at... you guessed it, the Ontario Science Centre! A place Brightstar would again visit again in The Brain.


Lastly, my biggest chuckle (and there were many) was when Bobbie's friend Maggie (Joy Boushel, of The Fly, Terror Train et al) says she's got to sleep because she's working the red-eye to Ottawa. From Toronto????  God damn, I had a lot to say about this movie. I seriously think Thrillkill could do with a remaster, as the existing version online is pretty muddy and dark, especially in the last act. It's definitely quirky enough to gain a cult following, like Skip Tracer did, if more eyeballs fall on it.

Okay, let's see if I can pull off one last CanCon title the Friday before Canada Day. We'll seeeee.

Friday, October 25, 2024

On The Fritz.


The next tape off the pile was my recently acquired copy of Dick Maas' 1983 flick The Lift. It's been over thirty years since Chucky told me about it during the 1990 broadcast of the Horror Hall of Fame, and I'm ashamed to say it has taken me this long to get around to it. But here we are.


An elevator repairman (Huub Stapel) finds himself mixed up in an investigation of several deaths involving a new office building lift.

The Lift is a delight. I mean I was expecting something amusing just based on the premise, but boy does this film overcrank on the quirk with just the list of character names alone making me smile - Speckingood, Vink, Speakerman, Ravenstein et al. At the opening credits, the cast list went on and on, most ending up just being meat to feed the elevator. Stapel is your average working class dude with a wife and kids. I don't think I've ever seen an elevator repairman as the lead in a movie. I wonder if he got his diploma from one of those ads you used to see on late night TV in the eighties... 

Hugh Stapel as Felix in The Lift.
This movie has a lot of prophetic things to say about microchips, but we haven't “quite” gotten to synthetic organs yet (we're too busy building AI robots). I found how this all plays out decidedly more interesting than the demonic shinanegans of Poltergeist III. The Lift is also shot really well. For instance take this fucking banger of a transition!


It's been a while since I've watched an old-fashioned dubbed film and it was half the fun. This movie has the best random background conversations this side of Pieces - 


Things like Felix's wife collecting bottle caps to win a trip being rooted in her desire to leave her inattentive husband was pretty wild. Anyway, it all concludes with an extended Man vs Lift sequence that really goes for it. I don't know if 250,000 people actually get stuck in Dutch elevators every year (that's like a lot, like fix your fucking shit - a lot) but it certainly does nothing to alleviate anyone's fear of elevators.

So, The Lift doesn't really have the big city set pieces that Maas' other exports Amsterdamned and Prey feature, but it is still a fun yarn to be sure.

Thursday, May 4, 2023

How Long 'Til Skynet?

My buddy Phil was mucking about with an AI art generator and he sent me this.


It's Bjork as Danny from The Shining. He then proceeded to ask me for ideas, for which I shot out “Scarlett Johansson as Ash from The Evil Dead.” of the cuff. A few minutes later I get this...


I for one welcome our robot overlords...

Monday, October 17, 2022

M is for Murder by Phone (1982)


This was another title I was compelled to watch after attending Trailer Trash at the Revue.


Someone is murdering people with sound frequencies through the phone lines, but Professor Nat Bridger (Richard Chamberlain) is on the case.

This movie is loads of fun and another delightful piece of CanCon. Much like Deadly Eyes (released the same year), it's a treat to pick out of all the Toronto locations used in this film. 

The cast is solid, with tons of veterans like John Houseman & Barry Morse, as well as some local talent in Gary Reineke (RJ from Rituals). Even Lenore Zann shows up for a scene or two in between her stints in Happy Birthday To Me and American NightmareSara Botsford (star of Deadly Eyes) was the one who caught my eye the most though. She's billed as “Introducing” in this so it wasn't surprising to find this was actually shot in 1980 and then released two years later. That would explain why she looks (at least to me) visibly older in Eyes than she does here.


You know, it's quite interesting how many things this movie shares with Deadly Eyes. In addition to the locale, Botsford and also James B. Douglas, both protagonists are teachers, both have sequences in subway stations, and both have lengthy machinations about how to trace a phone call... Oh wait, that was Black Christmas, scratch that last one. 

Moving on, kudos to the filmmakers for not practicing false advertising, as many people in this do, indeed, get murdered by phone. Quite spectacularly I might add. It is also fortuitous that when they are fried by said phone, they're also catapulted through the nearest glass object.


Seriously, this movie does not skimp on the phones, it has every type of phone known to man here. If phone fetishism exists, this must be the Holy Grail. It even cycles through them all again during the end credits. Also, useless phone facts. Did you know that by the year 2000, there will be 1.4 trillion phones in the world?  I call bullshit on that one, unless you count all the iPhones in landfills and junk drawers.

Anyhoops, the best thing about Alphabet Slop so far is I am finding some real gems that may have taken me a lot longer to find otherwise.

Friday, October 18, 2019

Blood, Sweat and... Boobs.

I caught a screening of Michael Fischa's 1989 flick Death Spa last week and had my brain melted for a number of reasons.


First, there's the obvious because I mean, holy balls this movie. I feel like the nugget of an idea was there – ghost-in-the-machine and all that – but somewhere down the line someone sniffed a mountain of coke and all reason went out the window ala Maximum Overdrive.

Aside from that, what confounds me the most is that I'd seen this movie a few years previous and had absolutely no recollection of it. It wasn't like I was halfway into it and thought “oh I've seen this”. No. Zero recall. No asparagus, no Ken Foree and no killer fish. Nada. I had Facebook exchanges about Death Spa in 2015, yet sometime between then and now, it got wiped. It's like this movie was such unequivocal nonsense that my brain rebelled and struck it from the record. I don't think that has ever happened before.


As for the movie, what can I say? I subsequently listened to the How Did This Get Made? episode on Death Spa and they had a lot of the same questions I did. You should go listen to it if you haven't, but the only thing I want to reiterate is this exchange;


This plays so many ways. Like he's saying he's gay, right? That's the only way this makes sense. But if so, why is Beta gay? Because it's better or just incompatible? Beta was already in its death throes by the time this was made so the former makes no sense. As does if he just meant he's too good for her. I'm so confused.

But let's get down the meat of the matter because even by eighties standards there was a lot of nudity in this. Not that I'm complaining. Gorehounds can also rest easy, as people get their aerobicized asses ended in a number of ways that included fire, acid showers and exploding glass, none of which made any sense within the ghost-in-the-machine context. But hey, whatever. I'm VHS, and you're DVD.


Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Short of the Week #70: ABE

At E3 this week, Hammerhead Studios announced a VR game called ABE that is based on this 2013 short film of the same name by Rob McLellan.



I'm in. ABE first screened in 2013 so this project has obviously been gestating for some time. In the meantime, McLellan has been keeping himself busy as a visual effects artist as well as making a few more short films (Always the Sun in 2014 and Explorers in 2017). No release date for the game has been set, but this teaser has certainly piqued by interest.

Friday, April 5, 2019

Mangled!


With the latest iteration of Pet Sematary in theatres, I decided to watch an old Stephen King ditty I'd been meaning to revisit, Tobe Hooper's The Mangler from 1995.


After several fatalities involving an old laundry pressing machine, grizzled cop Hunton (Ted Levine) begins to suspect it may be possessed by evil.

I watched this when it came out in theatres and remembered liking it, but oh my did this not hold up as well as I thought it might. First off, just from the title graphic alone, The Mangler had direct-to-video written all over it. It's amazing some of the horror movies that got a wide release back in the nineties, but, to be fair, the trio of King, Hooper & Robert Englund does carry a large amount of cache. And considering it was largely shot in South Africa, I can't imagine it cost a lot to make either. But I digress.


Perhaps not surprisingly, the most striking thing about this movie was The Mangler itself. Apparently designed by Hooper's own son, William, it's a truly menacing piece of machinery, right down to the sound design. It's also fortunate that the movie at least delivered on its promise of crushing and folding more than a few people like so much laundry. I was little sad that the icebox scene was not nearly as outrageous as I remembered it. Dang recall!

Everything aside from the machine eating people was kind of a mess... Okay, a different kind of mess. I remembered Englund's performance as the machine's owner being a tad cartoonish, but holy mothballs! I feel like Englund asked Hooper on day one, “so how far do you want me to take this?” and he was like, “take Lefty & Chop Top from Texas 2 and crank it to eleven”.


To be honest though, apart from the occasional off-kilter camera angle, I felt there was a lack of direction from Hooper, most apparent during the meandering exchanges between Hunton and his worldly brother-in-law Mark (Daniel Matmor). It was like they were improving half of their scenes together with only an end point to guide them. It's bitter sweet because it made for some amusing moments (in a wow-what-is-going-on kind of way), but it's not the most concise way to make a movie.


I had clearly blanked out the climax because I did not recall that it unfortunately goes the route of almost every King adaptation of the nineties, falling back on instantly regrettable visual effects. Mercifully, they were kept to a minimum with the use of shadow and quick cuts though. The Mangler came at the tail end of an era that saw King properties appear at an almost monthly pace and though it's by no means the worst, it was far from its well-oiled namesake.

Friday, October 19, 2018

Phone Sex.


This week’s title is Ruggero Deodato’s 1988 thriller Dial: Help.


A model (Charlotte Lewis) working in Rome starts being stalked by possessed phone system.

I have to admit I cheated this week, as my source was not VHS, but a screening put on at Eyesore Cinema by my friend and purveyor of wacko cinema David Bertrand. As he put it, Deodato took time out from making cannibal and David Hess home invasion pictures to birth this bizarre outing about a horny telephone system.

Dial: Help had my head spinning almost immediately, as it goes from zero to crazy at the drop of a hat. It’s very difficult for me to remember details as I’d had a few wobbly pops, but I do remember a ton of different vintage telephones – some of which actually crept around like prowling animals – a revolving door of quirky supporting characters and a random room right out of a Terry Gilliam picture full of old-timey tape reels and frolicking pigeons.

It wouldn't be Italian horror without red and blue.

Every so often while floating through this eighties Italian film logic, someone would be offed in spectacular fashion, like when a pay phone went all Maximum Overdrive and fired quarters into a would-be rapist’s face or when that innocent professor’s pacemaker exploded in excessively Italian fashion. It all led up to an ending so comical that when I told it to my friend who’d stepped out for a smoke, she thought I was making it up.

I’d be interested to see the script for Dial: Help, if there ever was one. It must read like a fever dream. Fortunately, Deodato had the fantastic talents of Claudio Simonetti to fall back on – as well as that café guy with the flute.


At the center of it all was Lewis, who seemed to be taking everything in stride. I imagine after hanging out with The Golden Child, she probably didn’t expect that a few years later she’d be writhing hlaf-naked in a bathtub and having literal “phone sex”. And what was with all that blowjob art imagery in her apartment? I do have to hand it to her and the rest of the cast though because they were all one-hundred per cent invested in this ridiculous concept.

Charlotte Lewis in Dial: Help

And that’s why it’s kind of impossible to not have a good time watching Dial: Help. It’s one of those technology based movies that could have only existed in the eighties, a certain kind of bonkers reserved for titles like Evilspeak (1981) and Pulse (1988). God bless that decade.

Friday, February 9, 2018

It's A Jag!


In celebration of Women in Horror Month, I picked out Gaylene Preston's 1984 Kiwi ghost tale Mr. Wrong aka Dark of the Night.


After a few unexplainable events involving her newly purchased Jaguar, Meg (Heather Bolton) starts to suspect it may be haunted.

It would be easy to dismiss Mr. Wrong as a Christine rip-off, but it's really more of a mash-up of several classic urban legends. Adapted from a novel by Elizabeth Jane Howard, it very much had the ingredients of a campfire tale. Mr. Wrong was old school storytelling through and through with solid performances and steady direction. It has that naturalistic vibe that a lot of stuff from that corner of the world during that era.

Heather Bolton as Meg in Mr. Wrong

I especially appreciated that the moment something seemed off with the car, Meg was like, nope, and not only went about trying to sell it, but also immediately had the thing towed back to her place. I think that might be one of the smartest things I've seen a protagonist do in quite some time. My only real gripe is that the ending featured a pretty anti-climactic crash. I mean, do they not have cliffs in Wellington?

Mr. Wrong was pretty tame by today's standards, but it's definitely the type of movie that I would remember fondly if I'd seen it in my childhood when I was ingesting stuff like Watcher in the Woods and Something Wicked This Way Comes.

Friday, January 26, 2018

Don't Take No Shit From A Machine!


This week I took a trip into space with Robert Dyke's eighties sci-fi actioner Moontrap starring Walter “Chekov” Keonig and Bruce Campbell.


A pair of astronauts (Koenig & Campbell) embark on a desperate mission when it is discovered there may be hostile alien life on the moon.

I had seen every one of the B-movies Bruce Campbell made in between Evil Dead 2 and Army of Darkness except this one. I guess I had unconsciously been saving it for a rainy day, or in this case, snowy. Anyhoo, Moontrap was a lot better than I was expecting. I keep having to remind myself that this movie was made in 1989 because it feels fundamentally like the stuff that was being cranked out in the early nineties by Full Moon and the like.

When the movie started up, it basically seemed like a cross between Alien & Lifeforce, except instead of finding a hot naked space vampire chick, Keonig & Campbell bring back a fourteen-thousand-year-old corpse and a weird leathery egg-shaped thing. Naturally, I thought they lost out on the deal, but then the egg cracked open and fashioned itself a body out of parts - both metal and human! Okay, I'm in. Sure, it might not do much more than shoot electricity, but hey still better than Alien: Covenant.


Getting back to Campbell for a second, can I just acknowledge that he played an ex-fighter pilot nicknamed The Penetrator? Despite that, Campbell was not the star of this film, as this was before Evil Dead became the iconic franchise it is today. No, based on the cache of Star Trek, the leading man is fifty-odd Walter Koenig and he's giving it one-hundred per cent. He even does push-ups in one scene to prove he's got the goods. In MoonTrap, Koenig's the hero, saves the day and even gets the girl. And yet, still more plausible than Alien: Covenant.

Bruce Campbell & Walter Koenig in Moontrap

Moontrap does wear its budget on its sleeve, but it's rather endearing in the way of lot of the sci-fi flicks of this period (i.e. Empire & Full Moon's giant robot flicks) were. Moontrap may belong to an alternate universe where the nineties saw many impossible technological advances, but hey, again, still more plausible than Alien: Covenant.

I had to appreciate the ample practical effects here. When Koenig & Campbell return to the moon later, they spend a lot of time cruising around their little miniature moon buggy – and it is adorable. Director Dyke worked on the miniatures used on Evil Dead II, so I would assume the genesis of this project - and Campbell's involvement - started there. Also, when they find a lost city on the dark side of the moon they soon discover... hey whaddaya know, a frozen space babe! Now it's way better than Alien: Covenant.


Moontrap was a nice surprise. Keonig & Campbell played off each other well and though it felt like a lot of it was made out of spare parts – much like its antagonists – it was still an entertaining yarn that didn't overreach. Unlike well, you know...

Friday, January 19, 2018

Fight the Power!


This week's title is Paul Golding's 1988 “shocker” Pulse.


When David (Joey Lawrence) comes to stay with his father and stepmother, he starts to suspect something dangerous is going on with the power on his street.

Unlike many instances of coverbox art, you actually get what is advertised. Well, sort of. No one gets electrocuted onscreen, but we do get a lot of electricity. Like a lot, lot. And I hope you like extended shots of electronics because we get to see inside, outside, close-up and far away. It's like electronics porn actually.


Aside from that the pace is pretty deliberate, but the acting is good all around with both Joey and Matthew Lawrence are in this movie. I never watched Blossom, Boy Meets World or any of the other shows they were in, but here they were solid little kid actors.

New from Hasbro!

So, Pulse was a bit weird for a few reasons. First, the ambiguity of the antagonist was a little off-putting. Electricity was out to get people, but there's no concrete how or why to it. In Maximum Overdrive, it was a comet and in Ghost in the Machine it was a short circuited serial killer – which coincidentally starred Karen Allen who appears on the TV during this movie – but apart from Crazy Ralph's brother rambling out about a “pulse”, there's really no rhyme or reason for things to going haywire. It's kind of like when the sleazy guy from Fast Times in Ridgemont High showed up to fix the television, but seemed to have no idea how electricity even worked. But whatever, I'm game. I guess I'm just used to Horace Pinker crackling out the wall sockets, ya know?

Your toaster's got a death curse!

Secondly, Pulse actually functioned more like a family drama than a horror film, as the main push of the story was a kid adjusting to splitting time between two divorced parents. Obviously, there were a lot of cliches at work here, like David's crazy stories about killer electricity being perceived as him acting out, but there were actually some sincere interactions throughout. Pulse would have been fairly straightforward if not for the garbage disposal occasionally trying to kill someone. And I do have to admit, this movie did feature one of the most painful looking “locked in the shower” scene that I've seen.

Pulse was a solid movie, but it's PG-13 nature's probably the reason that it doesn't end up on too many “best of” or “you've never seen” lists.

Friday, August 25, 2017

A Computer Scorned...



A group of scientists head out into space to investigate a strange signal. When the onboard computer starts getting jealous over Captain Royd's (Michael Praed) flirtations with one of the crew, things go south quickly.

Nightflyers is one of those films that was incredibly mis-marketed, as I had no idea what this movie was even about until I saw that trailer a few weeks ago. I'm still not sure what the title had to do with the movie. I mean, I suppose it could be the name of the ship, but wouldn't it be singular? Since 1997, the name has more recognition with the Stephen King property The Night Flier now, anyway.

All that aside, with some concessions, this was a fairly decent affair. Based on a short story by George R.R. Martin (yes, that one), this production was really ambitious for their super low budget, at least for what they were trying to do. I loved all the model work in this. It took my mind away from the fact that though it was supposed to the future, everyone was still dressed like it was the eighties. I guess it is true what they say. Fashion is cyclical! I also have to mention that the lengthy voice-over throughout (in tandem with a Vangelis-y score by Doug Timm) the movie reminded me of the theatrical cut of Blade Runner.

Sweeeeeet.

I was happy to see a trio of recognizable genre actresses Catherine Mary Stewart (Night of the Comet) Lisa Blount (Prince of Darkness) & Helene Udy (My Bloody Valentine, Pin) punching up the cast. Though its not fully touched on, I think the latter two characters may have been together, but it was pretty vague. Hooray for progress though.

Nightflyers never really kicked into high gear for me though. It didn't have that extra thing to put it over the top, like the unabashed sleaziness of 1982's Forbidden World or a batshit co-star like Klaus Kinski in 1985's Creature. But, then again, Nightflyers doesn't have a big bad monster like those two did. A better comparison would be if the Alien never got on board the Nostromo and Mother went ape-shit as a result. However, I have to admit the scene with the surgical laser was pretty awesome. Why wasn't THAT on the coverbox??? Oh wait, it's on the back!


Nightflyers ain't the best, but I do have to give props to director Robert Collector (credited as T.C. Blake after asking to have his name removed during post production) for getting as much as he did from what he had. Apparently, the Nightflyers story is currently being developed as a television series. They'll have to pad it out because I think Westworld now has the malfunctioning artificial intelligence market cornered. Just make sure it has lasers.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Trailer Tuesdays: Nightflyers

I won a copy of Robert Collector's Nightflyers the other day, so I looked it up.



Well, this is not at all what I was expecting. Sign me up! It's a funny coincidence that it is based on a George R.R. Martin novel, considering how completely Game of Thrones is consuming my soul of late.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

2017 Preview.

We made it, guys! Here were are in 2017 with a new slate of horror films for which to look forward. Let's take a look.

Since it's January, we can first look to Park City and I see three possible winners in Damien Power's Killing Ground, Cary Murnion & Jonathan Milott's actioner Bushwick and the anthology XX.


The horror anthology has made a full-on comeback in recent years, so I'm hoping this female-centric affair keeps the momentum going. The pedigree is certainly there, as Karyn Kusama killed it with The Invitation last year and up-and-comers Roxanne Benjamin and Jovanka Vuckovic could really cement their reputations.

I am fully aware I may be the only one, but I'm super chuffed I get not only a new Resident Evil movie to start the year, but also an Underworld flick. I love these two ladies so much. I'll watch them dispatch monsters for as long they want to do it, God bless 'em.

#DontJudgeMe

It looks like last year's The Shallows performed well enough for this whole shark thing to keep going in 2017. Though the long-gestating Meg won't see the light of day until next year, there's a new found-footage shark tale called Cage Dive coming up. I'll be able to take the sensationalized affair of Meg, but the horrifying reality of this one, man? Honestly, I wimped out halfway through the trailer.


Some other A-list genre fare that looks decent are Gore Verbinski's Cure for Wellness and Colm Mcarthy's The Girl with All the Gifts. I saw a listing for Stefan Ruzowitzky's Patient Zero and was all like “yeah, this sure looks like a zer-- Natalie Dormer's in this??? Ok... I'll watch it (sigh)” More enticing I think, is Jordan Peele's take on horror with Get Out.


Then there's M. Night Shayamalan's Split. Fuck man, you never know what you're going to get with this guy. I enjoyed The Visit and thought it was a good bounce back from a series of misfires, but I don't know. This could be a solid thriller or a fucking trainwreck. I think it will depend on who M. Night thinks is the star here, him or James McAvoy.

Out of all the indies in this year's landscape, the most intriguing might be Monolith. The premise is delicious and of a new wave of horror that has sprung from our over-reliance on technology.


Looking through all the titles it was a veritable sea of remakes and sequels. I know this is par for the course these days, but holy... so many I don't give a shit about. I am reasonably receptive to It, or at least I have no desire to shut it out like Suspiria, F13, Flatliners et al.


These sequels though. I think the only one I'm actually upset about not being excited for is Alien: Covenant. I don't need more Prometheus. Every single Alien movie that gets made seems to get us further and further away from what made the first two remarkable. Anyway, I digress.

My parting words here would be to make sure you support Julia Ducournau's Raw and Greg McLean's The Belko Experiment when they hopefully hit theatres in 2017. These are the kinds of films that keep the genre fresh and exciting, not recycled tripe we've seen a million times before.