In the quiet Canadian suburb of Bailey Downs (Canadian suburb, pfft… isn’t that entire country a suburb?), neighborhood dogs are being devoured by a mysterious beast at night. No one has ever actually laid eyes on this creature, but judging from the aftermath of one of its attacks, it is safe to assume that this thing is big, ferocious, and none-too-friendly. But for Gothy, outcast sisters Ginger (Katharine Isabelle) and Brigitte (Emily Perkins), the string of puppy murders has been of little importance, as they have more pressing matters to deal with.
I wasn’t really sure what to expect going into screening this one. I remember watching Attack of the Killer Tomatoes in middle school and being underwhelmed, other than one scene where this old guy is on a rocking chair and casually comments that he’s watching the tomatoes eat a kid or some shit. So, I kept an open mind and was hopeful that I would at least be mildly entertained. Gotta admit, for a low-budget farce film, this one had a couple of nice moments.
Ultimately, unless you go in for the zany screwball, farce films like Attack of the Killer Tomatoes creature feature films, you are probably not going to wait in line to order up a dozen of these little bastards, but if that is your thing, you might just add this quirky little flick to your cult-classic collection. I mean, it is what it is, the filmmakers know exactly what you want to see, and they don’t disappoint.
It isn’t necessarily the IT you remember, but it is something you won’t ever forget!
Stephen King has often said he never really felt that his novels translate well into full length movies, and with few exceptions, I agree with him. But when I heard he was making the miniseries for regular TV back in the ’80s, I wasn’t too thrilled. Nevertheless, despite the censoring, that iteration of IT has always remained a favorite, because I really loved the book. And regardless of what your millennial friends are pushing, Tim Curry is, and always will be, Pennywise the Dancing Clown. However, Bill Skarsgård certainly impressed me as his honorable heir, and this full-length feature film lives up to the hype, IT is a must watch film!
A non-linear, slick horror film that bends the limits of reality but makes sense when everything comes together. Also, I have said this in many reviews, never mess around with a Ouija board, and if you do . . . always, ALWAYS say good bye! Otherwise you have just invited in any spirit that wants to come in. Think of it like your house, you wouldn’t just leave your front door open and not kick out unruly guests, would you? Especially not invisible guests with terrible dark powers! If only these “high school” kids had gotten the memo. The question isn’t if they’ll all die, it’s when and if you’ll even realize when it is happening.
If you are looking for a fresh perspective on the somewhat overdone Ouija board horror genre, Nocturne provides it with a compelling, and a bit confusing story-line. There are moments where nothing will make sense, until the very end, and the film never gets boring. I was definitely entertained.
A creepy house in the middle of nowhere. A reclusive wife. A demonic doll. This is the recipe for the latest horror movie to hit the big screen Annabelle: Creation.
Samuel (Anthony LaPaglia) and Esther Mullins (Otto) live with their young daughter, Bee (Samara Lee) in a house outside of a small town. Samuel is a doll-maker who creates limited edition dolls for the toy-maker in town to sell. Unfortunately, Bee is taken from them in a tragic accident.
What’s wrong with Mrs. Mullins? Was that just a shadow or a shape in the darkness? What’s up with the dollhouse? Why does nobody hear what is going on in this creepy house? These are some of the questions I had while watching this film. Fortunately, most questions are answered.
A solid horror film with an interesting story, Annabelle: Creation led into its successor film Annabelle neatly. During the intense scenes, I jumped several times. I thought I might have to sleep with the lights on that night, but I was ok once I got into my house that was creepy doll-free!