Halloween Kills 2021 is very bad and yet Evil Dies Tonight has given me so much over the years, I’m playing DBD as Laurie today with the name EVIL DIES TONIGHT, which is extremely funny to me, but in case you haven’t read Demi Adejuyigbe’s review of the opening scene you simply must
Somehow this light-hearted spirit tale is spookier than a lot of other work I’ve read this month. Perhaps it’s the earnestness of the telling and the ages of the subjects.
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“They’re both an integral part of my overachiever confit with class president puree!”
“Soylent Teen” by Jordan Morris, Liana Kangas, Ellie Wright, Jack Morelli (2023)
A neat little story but that title gives it away too quickly.
Robinson does to the viewer what her character does to those in the movie, and it’s brilliant. Everyone nailed the vibe and I’d mistake it for something from the early 70s if not for the lack of grain in the film and occasional usage of modern tech.
New Horror 2023 – Day 28
“A dense haze, gray and tinged ruddy, lay between the houses, sometimes blowing with a little wet kiss against the face.”
Huh. Maybe I’ve read too many Victorian-ish ghost stories, but this one just sort of happens along until the words stop. There were stronger takes on this earlier in the month.
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“I guess I was really wasting Jimmy’s body.”
“Inside You” by Valerie D’Orazio & David James Cole (2014)
Sometimes you simply aren’t you for a while, but what happens is still on you.
This adaptation of Sophocles’ tragedy (in a translation by William Butler Yeats) looks almost the way it would have when staged in the 5th century BC. Stentorian oration and carefully posed tableaux abound, giving the film an uncanny atmosphere somewhere between a black mass and puppet theater.
“CJ” the Giant Pacific Octopus was born in a cranny in the Salish Sea as the presumable sole survivor of several thousand larvae. after somewhere around a year of carefree crabeating he crawled into a strange box and found himself abducted by aliens for a tour of Ambassadorial Duty.
CJ dwelt in a large tank on the main aquarium floor for about 6 months. during this time he developed a highly specialized routine that consisted of napping, napping, glaring at guests, and more napping. many aquarium octopus love looking at people, exploring their tank, and swimming around for exercise, but CJ loved cramming all 50 pounds of his intricately evolved mollusc body under a rock.
though I respected CJ’s lifestyle, I did often wish he’d come out more, because he sure cut a majestic figure. he was one of the biggest we’d had in a while, but few got to be duly impressed by his size and grace when he was most content as a collapsed glob with two lumpy eyeballs sticking out. one time, though, I watched him use two arms to rip the feeding stick out of the keeper’s hands and drag it into his man cave. he got bored with it in a matter of seconds and cast it out again.
he was released without incident and probably swam off grumbling, “Good riddance!”
