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Unsung Heroines of Horror: Melody Thomas

Published February 5, 2024 by biggayhorrorfan

Being cinema obsessed and growing up in a small town without movie theaters was pretty bad. The fact that my parents weren’t horror lovers made it even worse. Thus, on one rare celluloid outing as a family, we were treated to the diminished (if nonexistent) delights of the big screen adaptation of Annie as opposed to John Carpenter’s The Thing which was released the same summer. Thus, I took my genre hook-ups where I could find them – usually on my favorite television programs.

Thankfully, the character of Nikki, as enacted by the now legendary Melody Thomas, on The Young and the Restless was always a reliable source of the luridly suspenseful. Throughout my preteen years, she faced down one psychopath after the other. The most significant to me was the obsessive Edward, as subtly and powerfully played by actor Paul Tulley. At first creeping anonymously, Edward purposely drove away Casey (Roberta Leighton), Nikki’s protective sister. This allowed him free access to his true target – her supple, younger sibling, who (at the time) was making her living as an exotic dancer. Edward eventually became so obsessed that he shot paternal restauranter Jonas (Jerry Lacy), Nikki’s kind confidante. (This episode was particularly thrilling for me. Jonas, Cash (John Gibson), Nikki’s sleazy employer & a fellow stripper, and the matriarchal Katherine Chancellor (Jeanne Cooper) were all presented as possible targets during the show’s pre-credits. Jonas wasn’t revealed as the shootee until the show’s final act. Thankfully, he survived – only to be written off the show soon thereafter. A common soap indignity.) Naturally, upon being discovered, Edward acted dramatically – blowing himself up, offering a fiery end to his reign of terror. 

After surviving harassment (and baby-napping) from the mother-in-law from hell, the very disapproving Alison Bancroft (Lynn Wood), Nikki was next set upon by the charming yet deadly Rick Daros (Randy Holland). A revealed wife killer, Rick eventually took Nikki to St. Croix to complete his latest dastardly deed. Besides offering a fabulous location shoot, this plotline also served as a great catalyst for future story. Daros revealed that Nikki’s daughter, the previously stolen Victoria, was actually (mainstay businessman) Victor’s. After helping to rescue her from Daros’ water logged clutches – he was trying to drown her – Victor (the commanding Eric Braeden) and Nikki became the serial’s most popular, albeit off and on, couple.

Fast forwarding to the ’90s, during a downtime in that tenuously long partnership, Nikki’s marriage to a physician named Joshua Landers (Heath Kizzier) was seemingly going strong. That is, until it was sabotaged by the unwieldly, psychotic Veronica (Candice Daley). The ex-wife of Landers, she brought a hail of bullets down upon the spouses after they discovered who she really was. Nikki, un-alarmingly, survived while her betrothed did not. The escaped murderess eventually confronted Nikki in her estate’s stables – leading to a showdown that ended with Veronica perishing on the topside of a pitchfork.

Over twenty-five years later, a recent (on going) storyline has found Nikki facing off, diva-to-diva style, with As The World Turns‘ iconic Colleen Zenk. Zenk, as the crazier-than-thou Jordan, not only abducted Genoa City’s grand matriarch, but she also sadistically put her, as a recovering alcoholic, on a vodka drip during her imprisonment. Nicely, their ultimate showdown in an abandoned barn, involving a very shaky Nikki, not only brought back memories of the Veronica-era, but provided plenty of delicious scenery for the two pros to chew on, as well. As Jordan is still lurking around the canvas, it looks like there may be even more delicious savagery in the future.

Surprisingly, as pertinent as those past storylines are to me, I actually found there were very few mentions of those gothic rundowns online. Thomas does describe Tulley’s niceness behind the scenes as contrasted with his believably demented presence onscreen in her memoir, 2020’s Always Young and Restless. But it was impossible to track down any photos or significant mentions of that particular scary arc in the show’s admittedly very rich, decades long history. 

Thankfully, my own scrapbook of memories is still intact. To the shock of no one, that Edward storyline made me a huge fan of Thomas. Very hopefully, I wrote her that summer (of 1981) and, to my grand surprise, she quickly responded. Over the next few years, our correspondence was a vital part of my existence. As an impossibly awkward gay kid in a small farm town of 600, corresponding with a glamourous actress in Hollywood was practically a lifesaver. What was also incredibly thrilling to me was that Thomas’ onscreen adventures were not limited to the daytime airwaves. As a young actress her film credits included The Car, wherein she was the blackly ravenous vehicle’s first victim. She also played Amy Irving’s confident schoolgirl friend in The Fury and one of the lead camp counselors in Joe Dante’s classic original Piranha. Of seeming cinematic import, she was also enacted the murderous young version of Tippi Hedren’s character in Alfred Hitchcock’s Marnie.

As if you even had to ask, I saw none of these cinematic wonders in a movie theater. They were all discovered, akin to those long-ago Y&R adventures, on our small black and white TV, my very own wonder box of artistic discovery.

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Hopelessly Devoted to: Lynn Anderson

Published January 8, 2024 by biggayhorrorfan

Ten years before Crystal Gayle was nearly killed by Another World‘s Sin Stalker, another country music legend perfected her own version of the final girl dance on an 1977 episode of celebrated detective show Starsky and Hutch. That offering’s terrified canary was multi hit making Lynn Anderson, in her one major acting role. But lest one discount the macabre charms of this vibrant blonde entertainer, Anderson’s connections to the genre are multi-fold. Her songs have been utilized in such fin-tastic genre projects as Jaws, 47 Meters Down: Uncaged and (the less amphibian) Zodiac. (If those aren’t scary enough for you, Anderson’s other major television credit that year was an appearance on the notoriously belittled The Brady Bunch Variety Show.)

Here, the Rose Garden singer is Sue Ann Grainger, an on-the-rise Honky-Tonk chanteuse. Luckily for Sue Ann, series regular Hutch (David Soul) is a big fan. As the creepy calls she’s been receiving for months turn deadly, the sun tossed officer and his partner Starsky immediately get in line to help save the day. In between confidently performing songs from Wrap Your Love All Around Your Man, her current LP, Anderson does an admirable job of acting out her character’s path from casually confident to completely frightened. With that latter emotion in full display, the best sequence occurs when Sue Ann’s tormentor (a raspy, shifty eyed Joshua Bryant) traps her in a recording studio, taunting her maniacally from the booth. Veteran television director George McCowan, who also helmed Frogs (with Ray Milland & Joan Van Ark) and the television terror Murder on Flight 502, does a skilled job with this scenario, using reflective surfaces and layered angles to cinematically capture his heroine’s traumatized actions. 

Ultimately, like many a Laurie Strode wannabe, Sue Ann decides to take her fate into her own hands, confronting her attacker in an abandoned warehouse. Thankfully, with the help of the series’ titular duo, she lives to produce another backwoods love ballad or two. Anderson herself continued with her musical career throughout the decades, even earning a Grammy nomination in 2005 for a Bluegrass effort, before her untimely death of a heart attack in 2015. (Girl Group sound enthusiasts, meanwhile, are encouraged to check out her late ’60s recordings on Chart Records – an era that many vinyl connoisseurs determine to be her best.)

Until the next time, SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!

Hipster-Restaurant Regan & the Queer Book of Horror

Published December 31, 2023 by biggayhorrorfan

As with many physical media collectors, my stacks of films are ever growing and sometimes years will pass before I watch something that I purchased at some dusky garage sale or found for supercheap online. Naturally, my bounty was further enhanced with the unfortunate decline of neighborhood video stores. I, for one, could not resist even the shoddiest looking homegrown horror flick if it was only going to cost me a buck or two. One night, while at my restaurant gig, one of my tables commented on whatever movie related t-shirt I was wearing at the time. We started chatting about films and I discovered one of them had appeared as an extra in one of the low budget terror extravaganzas that I had recently picked up. “I was the girl who pukes at the frat party in Terror at Baxter U,” she informed me, somewhat sheepishly. Photo ops, naturally, ensued.

Due to that encounter, I sped up my timeline for viewing this particular oddity. I found it to have its own set of weird, low budget charms – the most significant being the strange reveal of a May-December romance between an aged professor and one of his male pupils, resulting in a kind of extreme take on the Billy-Stu dynamic from the original Scream. Furthering the story, I was asked, soon after, to be one of a several essayists for an encyclopedia style book about queer characters and themes in horror films. Naturally, Baxter found itself a major place in my writing for that.

Flashforward almost 10 years and that book is finally almost ready for release. Thus, I send a word of thanks out to my very own hipster-restaurant Regan and, wherever she may be, I hope she is proud, in her own way, of the literary conduct that she inspired.

Meanwhile, more information on Queer Horror: A Film Guide is available from the publisher at:

Queer Horror – McFarland (mcfarlandbooks.com)

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Review: When the Trash Man Knocks

Published December 22, 2023 by biggayhorrorfan

Combining a bit of arthouse drama with a slasher motif, writer-director Christopher Moore has emerged with When the Trash Man Knocks, his fifth horror film in seven years. Importantly, as with most Moore efforts, there is a concentrated effort to look at terror through the queer lens here. Scarred by a violent trauma in his past, Justin (Moore) lives with his mother while, sheepishly, trying to navigate the advances of a concerned, handsome co-worker (an appealing David Moncrief) and a demanding boss. Of course, the return of the titular baddie soon hands his already fragile emotional state a one-way ticket into the land of nightmares and psychological chaos.

Nicely, this mixing of traditional holiday bloodshed, with this offering taking place during Thanksgiving festivities, and Bergman-esque reflections works well for viewers looking for a bit of meat on the bones of their eventual victims. In that latter category, Moore delivers with a fun opening sequence involving a flirty homeowner and a randy real estate agent. It is also enjoyable to see the vibrant Meredith Mohler, a regular in these productions, resurface as one of the festively doomed party girls. 

This film’s significant charm reveals itself in the opposite of that type of character, though. The agoraphobic Caroline, Justin’s tormented mother, eventually takes pertinent focus, plot-wise, and this project is all the better for it. As embodied by the powerful Jo-Ann Robinson (Scalps, The Devil’s Dolls), Caroline proves, once and for all, that The Final Girl moniker should be eradicated forever and replaced by the more triumphant category of The Last Woman. Effectively elucidating all of Caroline’s inner workings, Robinson, who deliciously played the maniacal Mary Esther in Moore’s Children of Sin, proves her versatility here, ultimately setting up audiences with a satisfying ending and the hope for more to come from her and the triumphant woman she portrays.

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Va-Va-Villainess: Margaret Tallichet

Published December 16, 2023 by biggayhorrorfan

You can never accuse Charles Laughton of not having good gut instincts. Jonathan Reynolds, his multi-millionaire character in 1940’s It Started with Eve, distrusts the seemingly perfect Gloria Pennington from the start. Indeed, Pennington, enacted with innocent calculatedness by the almost forgotten Margaret Tallichet, is decidedly after his son’s hand in matrimony – or is that his fists full of money? Well, unsurprisingly to old school film lovers everywhere, it is definitely the latter. That Tallichet so capably plays her fake concern for Robert Cummings’ gullible Johnny is one of this cute venture’s prime joys, though. She provides the plot’s sweet-flecked oiliness while Deanna Durbin, as the true heroine, gives it a rambunctiously musical heart.

Indeed, this character provided this short-lived movie queen with a nice turnabout. In her other picture that year, the horror thriller The Stranger on the Third Floor, she found herself in the trembling protagonist’s shoes. Dreadfully antagonized by Peter Lorre’s devious titular character, this refined beauty earned her terror stripes and then some.

Despite these promising breakthroughs, though, family life seemed to be her primary focus. A marriage to acclaimed director William Wyler, resulted in four children. With her last screen appearances occurring in 1941, this devoted mother died in 1991 at the age of 77. She remains ever present, though, to those oft beguiled celluloid fans who stumble across her everlasting essence, eating buttered popcorn while streaming YouTube in the dark.

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Music to Make Horror Movies By: Debora Iyall

Published November 27, 2023 by biggayhorrorfan

Creating an oft copied, iconic style of vocalizing, the singular Debora Iyall is the epitome of a New Wave queen. I remember Romeo Void’s Never, Say Never, one of the songs most famous for featuring her synonymous delivery, being played at a freshman orientation dance-off. It was my first week at college in a big city and somehow that oft heard tune made me feel both at home and like I was on the path to brand new adventures. 

Of course, RV, the band that brought her into the public’s consciousness, is frequently featured on film soundtracks such as Dodgeball and The Wolf of Wall Street. But what many may not know is that Iyall, as a solo artist, has a cinematic pedigree of her very own. Her fun and perky number, Dizzy Tonite, is featured, pink bedroom style, in the low budget ’80s horror romp The Video Dead. That song is reminiscent of many of the songs on Strange Language, her debut solo album. The title song is one of my favorite tracks there.

Now living, happily, in New Mexico, this unforgettable artist is, thankfully, still creating music and conquering the world in her individualistic way. Hopefully, as she does so, she carries all the heartfelt blessings sent to her by the many quirky teens, much like my long ago self, whose lives she, unknowingly, changed for the better.

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Jennifer Miro: An Appreciation

Published November 20, 2023 by biggayhorrorfan

On a daily basis, I can fall down endless media based rabbit holes. One article or show can send me on an all consuming spiral, but thankfully, the landing is usually sweet. Sometimes, it can even make me quite contemplative. 

A cursory examination of The Video Dead, an ’80s horror cheese fest, this past Sunday led me to reappreciate the stunning Jennifer Miro, a pioneer artist in the LA punk scene, who appears, briefly yet magnificently, in that film. The porcelain skinned Miro was the frontwoman for the many incarnations of The Nuns, a goth-punk outfit with notable achievements and a large fan base, who never quite crossed over into the mainstream. 

But Miro, who also doubled as a successful fetish model, probably never would have accepted the stereotypical molds that the major labels would have wanted her to exploit. She truly seemed at home in the world of indie exploitation, also appearing in projects like Nightmare in Blood, Dr. Caligari and Jungle Assault, and her live performances, particularly in her band’s final form, were reportedly highly sexualized affairs. 

Even in her death, she navigated a different course. Battling liver and breast cancer for years, she kept her diagnosis a private thing and rejected traditional therapy methods. Relying on the assistance of a kind next door neighbor, Miro faded away, at the age of 54, in December 2011. According to her obituary notices, it would be a month or so before her former colleagues and friends were even aware that she was gone. Thus, those final years seemed to be an exercise in independence – a closing performance for an audience of one.

Hence, my mindful state. As a single gay man in my fifties, dying while walking a solitary path is one of my biggest fears. But, perhaps, Miro found a grace in distancing herself and dealing with her illness without the emotional distractions of others. There might even be a sort of purity in that…a grace there that I can latch onto as I navigate my remaining years, presumably alone. 

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Music to Make Horror Movies By: The Smiths

Published November 3, 2023 by biggayhorrorfan

Despite his reputation as the ultimate vegan curmudgeon, Morrissey must have developed a sense of fun somewhere along the line. This thought is most clearly laid out by the inclusion of Panic, a kinetic track from the dour troubadour’s classic The Smiths days, in the ecstatically rambunctious horror romp Demons 2.

Simon Boswell, the film’s composer and music coordinator, has recounted in interviews how his request to the illusive singer was framed around the film’s mild condemnation of media and consumerism. Still, as the project’s title so steadfastly reveals its true nature, one can certainly hope that this very British gentlemen is just as turned on by humor-stained gore as the rest of us.

Indeed, Boswell’s more gothic instincts gives the soundtrack, as a whole, a dark wave of jubilance. But none of the other cuts – including fun tracks by everyone from The Cult to Peter Murphy – quite give Sally’s birthday party, where the music here takes zombie-blooded root, the shot of adrenaline that is contained within this early take on social blandness from the one and only Master of Mope. 

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Be My Bai-by: Mega Ape (2023)

Published October 27, 2023 by biggayhorrorfan

(A new column dedicated to the projects of the truly singular Bai Ling)

Much like the multi-layered Irwin Allen disaster flicks, Mega Ape‘s writer and director Dustin Ferguson introduces us to multiple characters and plot points in the quick 72-minute running time of this furry feature. (Amusingly, 10 minutes of that is actually devoted to the pre and post action credits – so you’ve got just a little over a television episode’s worth of stuff here.) To wit, briefly beheld, there are a group of animal activists, a hysterically gesticulating mad scientist (Ling), a woman scorned, a rambling duo of conspiracy theorists and multiple hikers in danger. 

Following the usual path of these things, our titular beast is unwittingly released by some overzealous puppy loving civil servants. Soon, ever growing and growing ever angrier, it is on the warpath. Death and mayhem, naturally, ensue. Interestingly, it seems that the power of this creature is also linked to the subconscious and soon the whole world may be one Empire State Building away from Kong-ing out.

As a creator, Ferguson is obviously having a blast here. Working with a visibly miniscule budget, technology, it seems, has finally allowed him to make one of his dream projects  –  an ambitious, leveled monster flick. Of course, the cheese and wacky humor practically ooze out of this celluloid sandwich – with our favored goddess being a huge part of that.

While it appears as if Ling’s scenes were all filmed in one spastic afternoon, her appearances are, thankfully, scattered out amongst the project’s complete length. As it stands, as Dr. Li, our heroine generally works only one emotion – mania. But I, for one, wouldn’t have it any other way. Her shining exuberance is the flowery bow on an already very colorful present. 

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Shark Bait Retro Village: The Sex Symbol

Published October 20, 2023 by biggayhorrorfan

Let’s get this out of the way, right off the bat – it is super creepy watching legendary producer William Castle, always a naturally congenial presence onscreen, play Jack P. Harper, a sleazy Golden Age movie mogul in the 1974 television film The Sex Symbol. A fictionalized, ridiculously exploitive look at the life and times of Marilyn Monroe, this greasy bio-pic stars silvery Connie Stevens as the luscious, deeply troubled Kelly Williams. Granted, there are several evocatively disturbing components here. For instance, the screenwriters seem obsessed with the rumor that Monroe veered towards the asexual side in the bedroom, remitting countless scenes of a barely clothed Stevens bemoaning her lack of interest in the carnal as her partners smoke, hazily, in rumpled bedrooms. But Castle’s supporting role, as the executive who helps create Williams’ translucent aura, hits the hardest when he rapes the titular character in a fur-stained boardroom. We’re a long way from the innocent charms of the original 13 Ghosts here, folks!

Almost as a counterbalancing routine, we get a bit of Sapphic intrigue occurring throughout this perfumed reimagining, as well. To that matter, the exquisite Madlyn Rhue is on hand as Kelly’s trusted secretary, Joy Hudson. Hudson, an obvious stand-in for Monroe’s lesbian acting coach Natasha Lytess, spends her screen time glowering at anyone who dares disturb Williams’ autonomy on the celluloid baby-voiced diva market. Of course, whether she is drying her charge’s never ending tears or, lasciviously, giving her an oily rubdown, Rhue excels with a hardened demeanor and sultry essence of control.

Nicely, even though the premise, a flashback laden journey as Williams teeters on the brink of alcoholic immobilization, is an often exhausting one, Stevens is surprisingly good in the project, too. She offers up a raw and truthfully connected pathway to her character, showing both heart and watery persistence in equal measures. 

To balance out Steven’s pert femininity, perennial bad guy and 70s horror icon William Smith makes the scene as (the Joe DiMaggio-esque) Butch. Although, the most wickedly inspired casting here might belong to the laidback Don Murray, as a randy politician on the rise, and the overbearingly camp Shelley Winters, essaying a outwardly flowery yet intrinsically vengeful gossip columnist. As many celluloid fans are aware, Murray co-starred with Monroe in Bus Stop while Winters was her roommate, once upon a glistening Hollywood memory, when both women were young starlets. 


Horror Hall of Fame:

While Stevens has her share of cobweb strewn credits – Two on a Guillotine (a personal favorite, btw) & Tales from the Darkside, for instance, it is Winters who is the true horror maven here. Her credits include Who Slew Auntie Roo?, What’s the Matter with Helen?, Tentacles, Witchfire, The Tenant and The Visitor. Check ’em out!


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