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Blog Home PageLatest Blog EntriesLet The Right One In (film review) From category: General Horror
 Confined to the airbrushed, formulaic realms of Hollywood, vampirism has, essentially speaking, been drained of its capacity to horrify. Frequently de-fanged, corset-bound and peddled as the stuff of preteen sexual fantasy, this bloodstained legacy is, at long last, reanimated by the pioneering efforts of Swedish director, Tomas Alfredson. Adapted from John Ajvide Lindqvist's acclaimed novel, Let The Right One In is at once a savagely beautiful reworking of the genre and heartrending tale of isolation. An American re-make of this subtitled treasure is already in motion, bearing the rather unimaginative namesake, Let Me In. Doubtless, the glittering trappings of mainstream production will reduce this gritty masterpiece to a slick, though ultimately soulless affair. As a 200-year-old vampire frozen forever in adolescent form, her unmistakably mature composure is horrifying yet sufficiently understated to avoid overblown exaggeration. While Eli's lack of emotion is something of a vampiric calling card, it is, moreover, painfully tragic as we witness her receive Oskar's heartfelt embrace and offer of sweets with icy indifference. Shunning sunlight, occasionally foul-smelling and predatory, Eli encompasses the modern world's most faithful depiction of vampire lore since Nosferatu first stalked the silver screen in 1922.
 Hagcity - By Aaron Braund From category: Horror Short Stories
Present The naked body had been sliced in two. One precision cut starting from the top of his head to the base of his genitals. The pieces had slumped at an angle letting the corpse’s entrails form a bloody pile on the bed. From what Neves could see though, this man had enjoyed his death. This was Amsterdam of course. Pleasure was compulsory; in a way so was sin. This city was like a dirty old hag, willing to open her legs for anyone wanting a good time. This city was full of sin. Detective Neves knew this and fiddled with his rosary nestled deep in his pocket. But what was the pleasure of being torn in two? Neves pondered becoming increasingly nauseous at the putrid smell of decaying flesh. Neighbours had alerted the police complaining of the smell that Neves was becoming familiar with. The smell that something evil had happened. The smell of sin. A mule like kick and the red door of Room 33 was gaping; its hellish breath filling the corridor. Inside the room was hardly furnished apart from a dresser and a four poster bed dominating the majority of the space. Pink veils had been hung at the sides of the bed like curtains hiding a black secret and the dimly lit lights obscured that secret further. Hundreds of greedy flies clung to the delicate fabric staying still as if watching Neves ready to riot. The walls were painted pink and the carpet was a claret fabric; a weak scent of perfume mingled with a coppery scent: this was a hookers place. But the other smell and the black splashes on the inside of the veil told him there was much more to this. Neves pulled backed the curtain sending the flies into frenzy. A man about 40 years of age, a man who may have had a bulging stomach once, a man now a corpse feeding hundreds of maggots. Neves judged that the man had been dead about a week. And in those eyes, those unnaturally distanced eyes, was a pleasure no Dutch hooker could offer. This man was slaughtered, but was slaughtered happily. “What the fuck is going on?” one of the young recruits had exclaimed before vomiting violently onto the floor. Neves was quick to react and ordered the boy out. This was his investigation and he needed some very strong stomachs. Because this was not the first of its kind. There had been others, men torn limb from limb, pieces of their anatomy sliced from their bodies. But three things remained the same. That fine precise cut, so fine no matter what part of the anatomy was chosen it was always done with dedication: Secondly was that horrific pleasure in their eye, a pleasure unparalleled by human standards. This lead onto the fact that all the victims were male. Neves again fiddled with his rosary thinking about the owner of this place. What kind of hooker was this? One week ago It was late and Scarlet stood at the corner waiting for business. She needed a man, deep inside her. She needed his seed to live in her. All around her Amsterdam coughed and wheezed, choked by the yawning fog. People gushed from the heart of the town, bleeding her dry. She was indifferent to the chaos of it all but also indifferent to her job; mankind had made her this. But she needed it. Van Boer was making his way back from the office. It was a long walk home and he always took the scenic route, past the daughters of Amsterdam; her very offspring. The goddesses in the glass he called them. Beautiful, shapely women with nymph like curves; the candy shop was full and he was hungry for something sweet. He often fantasised about taking one, making love to her, sweet at first but getting increasingly more aggressive; rumbling the town from sleep. And then he saw her. She was standing at the corner and her red hair surged like a flame in the mist. He wanted her instantly, those pronounced cheek bones, her awkward stance. Thoughts of his wife became hazy as the fog enveloped him and he felt eager to please a queen tonight. “Hey there.” Scarlet turned to see this hulking fat man drool at the pavement she stood on. He was business. Her business. “Hey cutie,” using her most sickly sweet voice ”looking for a good time?” Amidst that sliming chin, she saw enthusiastic lust filled words sprout forth; words like fuck yeah and I’m gonna fuck you so hard. The kind of words she liked to hear. Words that signified a contract penned in lust and signed in sweat. Present The ever intensifying stench was increasing by the second. It made Neves guts twist in knots but he needed a straight head while he looked for evidence. He knew there would be something, sinners always leave their filth. Gluttonous flies buzzed around the room creating a droning choir, swarming Neves thoughts. He waved his arms frantically at them but the drone merely became more agonizing to his ears. The smell and noise in this hell began to become one with his mind and he felt dirty. But at least he was focused. Two men entered the room with two blue bags and Neves hoped to Christ they were taking what was left of that guy out of here so these flies would get lost. Neves noticed the pine dresser and made his way over to it. Neves opened the drawer expecting to find nothing. He didn’t expect to find the skins but he did. The empty hollows of their faces made him shudder; those features creased in a perpetual horror stared into him. They were lying next to each other in neat piles like folded underwear. He began to pull one out so he could see its full length and was amazed to find it was a full body suit, complete with hair (this one’s was black). But they were all women suits: long finger nails, long hair and breasts that were unusually crumpled as if they needed filling up. It wasn’t rational and it certainly wasn’t holy and Neves did not like the unknown. He held his rosary so hard that the silver metal of Jesus’ right hand pierced him; a little blood seeped out from the holy wound. He slammed the drawer sharply and called Forensics over to take a look at the skins. He didn’t know if it was the faces that had gasped or the two men beside him but he didn’t care. One more room needed to be searched: the bathroom. God knows what’s in there he thought clutching the rosary ever tighter, the Lord is my Shepherd. The white door stood like a hungry mouth and he willingly fed himself to it. One week ago Scarlet wanted to get her client back to Room 33 so she kept him eager by sticking her tongue in his salivating mouth. As usual the flats smelt pungent with mans filth, a cocktail of hideous odours, vomit and piss and sweat converging as one making her gag. Thankfully it would be her last night in this dreadful place. Van certainly enjoyed Scarlet’s eagerness. She was kissing him so violently almost ripping the breath back from his lungs. This was what he wanted and he envisaged the hot, aggressive fuck he was going to get. He liked it like this, when the bitch probably despised herself and most of all probably him, made the sex more nasty. “Intimacy” was what he got at home, the mundane kind of love making that he just couldn’t stand anymore. He needed a goddess, a goddess of Amsterdam, and tonight he would be her loyal slave. They had finally reached the blood red door of room 33. She opened the door and Van was happy to see the room was classy though maybe a bit clichéd; there was a sexy odour redolent in the air which made him hard. Van could see Scarlet’s determination to get the job done as she lay on the bed spreading her legs open and then closing them. This excited him. “You naughty bitch,” He muttered as he took his pants off removing a condom from his back pocket. With a seductive smile she snatched it away and threw it over the room. Van smiled no longer caring; desire had taken over. The fat grin was followed by a dive onto the bed nearly crushing her. She got ready for the same routine, the dirty talk, the occasional fake yelp and the you’re so big! Usually her clients would get tired and she would get on top to finish them off but some would have so much stamina and they would fuck her till their dicks bled. She braced herself as he started to pump her, she would have to moan in ecstasy soon and practically scream to please him. Despite his bulk he moved briskly and she saw the folds of his fat crash like waves. Present Neves was stunned about what he saw in the drawers. Human skins? Why? Who would keep women’s skins? Whoever it was he knew it was some sick fuck who probably even wore them. He opened the bathroom door slowly; just an inch but it was enough for that wretched smell to seep through; something like a dead fish, no, a whole pool of mutilated, dying, rotting fish. He almost fell to his knees the smell was so intense. His hands felt along the wall to reach a switch and he found it, flicked it on and entered the bathroom almost crushing the plastic Jesus in his hand. Apart from the unholy smell the bathroom was small and very basic. There was a toilet, a sink and a bath; just an average bathroom. He saw himself reflected in the medicine cabinet, grinned so he could see his teeth and noticed the floral shower curtain covering the bath. It was there the smell was strongest. With caution he moved forward gradually discerning the silhouette of something piled in the bath. At first he thought they were severed heads, hundreds of them stacked on top of each other, their features cold and dead, mouths wide open, eyes gaping. But when he pulled back the curtain he saw the eggs; hundreds of small black eggs filling the bath and piled high. They were coated in a thick jelly that reflected the bathroom lights. Occasionally the jelly would shudder as if something in the eggs stirred. He wanted to turn and run, this is Satans spawn, he thought, piled high in a bath! But he could not resist reaching into the jelly’s guts and pulling one free, it was a force he could not resist, hidden in that blackness. The egg was cupped in his hands and he stared into its opaque skin, unaware of what awakened inside. Suddenly the egg cracked, tentacles breaking from all sides of the evil in his hand. It reached for his neck and before he could scream it had tightened its slimy tendril round his windpipe. Neves thrashed viciously as the thing continued to tighten its grip. He fell on the floor and more tentacles erupted from the egg enveloping Neves. His eyes bulged and bled as the thing started to apply monstrous pressure to his chest. Then those grotesque fingers slithered down his throat. With one final squeeze Neves made a sick gurgling sound and was dead. Scarlet had finished with her client. She knew that hot seed had shot into her. That was the most satisfying feeling: when it was done. Van had been one of the rough ones; he had grabbed hair almost pulling it out and frothed at the mouth like a rabid animal. Then he had slumped to the side and she could finally see his nakedness, the greasy rolls of his stomach, the purple stretch marks around his obese waist. She stabbed her finger into his neck and he was paralysed. For Scarlet the job was done as she reattached her arm. The seed burned in her intensely and she knew she would have to lay very soon. That’s when she went into the bathroom. Present Neves emerged from the bathroom. He knew what he had to do now. The young officer said something but he didn’t take complete notice. “Just go in there, its fine” he said in his calmest voice before walking out. On the streets of Amsterdam he could hear the screams and knew his brothers and sisters had hatched. Soon, he thought, very soon.
Broken Mirrors and 10 Other Superstitions! From category: Horror Lists
'The Broken' arrives on DVD here in the UK this Monday April 6th and to 'The Broken' is a stylishly-shot chiller that follows the story of Gina McVey (Lena Headey), a beautiful thirty something who works as a radiologist at a large hospital. During a surprise birthday party for her father (Richard Jenkins) a mirror suddenly falls from the wall and smashes. The next day, on her way home, Gina sees her double drive past in her own car, setting off a chain of terrifying events leading to a deeper and darker secret that changes the boundaries of her reality forever. Including both mirrors and doppelgangers in one glorious shock filled hit, THE BROKEN joins a long line of movies that feed our fascination with superstitions. To celebrate the film’s release we explain the reasons behind these and other superstitions and what you should do if you fall under their bad luck spell… 1. The Mirror Myth All this mirror nonsense giving you the creeps? Well fear ye not, for the internet has arrived to give us billions of great ways to counter such bad luck, such as sneaking out late at night to bury the pieces of the broken glass in your back garden… Just make sure the neighbours don’t catch you at it. 2. Doppelgangers 3. Black Cats 4. The Number 13 5. Ladders 6. Salt 7. Brooms 8. Touching Wood to bring good luck 9. Theatrical Superstitions 10. Foreign Superstitions 11. Good luck
Edward Scissorhands: '90s Horror Revisited From category: General Horror Adopting a momentarily nostalgic, though always unsettling, angle for the present instalment, Horror Asylum pays homage to the groundbreaking, razor-sharp work of imagination that is Edward Scissorhands.
Edward Scissorhands - 1990 A nineties fairytale fantasy chilled to the core by legendary director, Tim Burton’s eerie glacial glamour. A pallid, wild-haired Johnny Depp breathes dark charm and tragedy into Burton’s visionary blade-wielding icon of otherness, Edward Scissorhands. The incomplete creation of a deceased inventor, Edward’s “hands” of razor-sharp steel compel him to remain concealed from the occupants of creepily kitsch neighbouring town, “Suburbia”. Edward haunts the confines of a deserted gothic castle until a kindly Avon lady (Dianne Wiest) offers to adopt him. Weary of the immaculate, yet bland social bubble that is “Suburbia”, the townspeople flock to become acquainted with the mysterious newcomer whose penchant for quirky hairstyles and topiary entertains and astounds them. Depp assumes this psychologically complex character with organic ease and talent, a remarkable feat given Edward’s limited vocal interactions. A series of surreal, nightmarish flashbacks assist in character development while composer, Danny Elfman’s sweetly sinister score provides expression in the absence of spoken words. However, it is Depp’s fragility and endearing bewilderment, which render Edward’s transition, from script to screen, wholly complete. Co-star Winona Ryder delivers a convincing rendition of suburban adolescence as she initially abhors Edward’s unconventional appearance and then finally warms to his tender disposition. Their attachment unfolds towards the close of the film, demonstrating sound chemistry between the pair. As the inventor, Vincent Price exudes precisely the kind of frosty, enigmatic stage presence one would expect from a seasoned horror veteran of his calibre. Manifested from a teenage flight of imagination, Edward Scissorhands is a tale so blissfully severed from reality as to have acquired an aura of timelessness. An aesthetic delight of Halloweenish frights and spooky yuletide themes, Edward Scissorhands possesses sufficient creative scope to permit Burton’s imagination to run riot. Masquerading in a wealth of festive, snowy splendour, the film could, at first glance, be mistaken for a vacuous slab of family fun. Albeit charming, the film’s initial playful mischief swiftly dissolves like a dream gone bad, reassembling in a warped, menacing guise. A bittersweet fantasy grounded in the reality of human isolation, Edward Scissorhands presents a haunted, wintertime world of unforgettable beauty.
'Saw - The Ride' Grand Opening at Thorpe Park From category: General Horror
Yesterday me and my colleague attended the grand opening of 'SAW – The Ride', the latest piece of franchising from Lionsgate and Twisted Pictures. Yes, if 5 movies with a 6th in production and even a video game coming soon wasn't enough the companies behind Saw teamed up with UK based theme park Thorpe Park to create and develop a new ride based on the movie. Yep, its new £13.5 million Saw ride, which has the steepest drop on a rollercoaster yet, was pretty damn good! Following a quick drive down the M25 we arrived at Thorpe Park and were met by a couple of freaky looking dudes on stilts who decided it would be fun to scrape their claw like hands across our heads before we decided to run for our lives and head for the free bar. As I was driving just the one was sufficient then orange juice to follow. Helen on the other hand decided to knock them back :) - all the while adamant that she would go and give Chantelle from Big Brother UK fame some choice words about her extensions and orange complexion. Luckily she played it cool long enough for the utter hate to dissolve. A few other celebs were about to celebrate the opening including Edith Bowman, Ralph Little, Dermot O'Leary, Jessie Wallace, Joe Swash and Kara Tointon. And just shy of being set on fire by a 'showing off too much' fire spinning guy we decided to head on through the park with another group. We managed to get onto a few of the rides that were open including the dribble enhancing Zodiac, the sick-to-the-stomach inducing Vortex, the frantically whiplash making Colossus and of course the one we were there for 'Saw - the Ride'. The world's first ever horror movie-themed rollercoaster is the most terrifying ride in the world, testing the nerve of all who dare ride as it leaves you at the mercy of the film's master manipulator, Jigsaw. We had by this time lost our original group and managed to blag our way into the 'celeb' group and managed to mooch about with chat show host Jonathon Ross who was there with his wife and family. And a few stars of Eastenders past and present. So it was pretty sweet. That was however, until the ride decided to break down with us literally a few feet away from the start of the ascending 'beyond vertical' part of the ride. The idea is to sit there waiting for the timer above to countdown, much like the movies, however when ours hit zero we were still there. A couple of indie cindys who seemed to have enjoyed the free bar a little too much sat next to us singing and decided to light up a cigarette whilst Joe Swash and Co behind were trying to discover why everything had come to a sudden halt. I have read on a tabloid sites this morning that one guest who was trapped said: 'We'd only moved a few metres when we stopped. The group behind was screaming, "Let us off now! We want to get off this minute! She’s having a panic attack!" 'Even though we could have walked off, officials insisted on fixing harnesses to us and walking us off for health and safety. Now thankfully this was just after we managed to enjoy the entire ride (albeit with a short wait break in the middle) and I must say it was pretty damn awesome. Twists, turns, major unexpected drops, a complete vertical ascension (which unnerved me the most) and a few squirts of water to liven it up, although my colleague Helen was more concerned about her hair. All in all it's a great ride and well worth hellraisers and thrill-seekers checking out when they're around the Surrey theme park. Thorpe Park will be inviting visitors to 'Face Your Fears' on their new terrifying attraction when the ride opens to the public Saturday 14th March. If you would like to win tickets to Thorpe Park and a copy of 'Saw V' on DVD don't forget to enter our Saw Giveaway.
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