If Whitney Houston had really known what she was doing she would have sung “One Moment in Mime” all those years ago. (Oh, well! Blame it on Bobby Brown!)
Prolific filmmaker John Borowski (Albert Fish, Carl Panzram, H.H. Holmes), gets where it’s at, though, because his very fun entry in the ABC’s of Death 2 competition is M is for Mime Time.
You can check out his entry and vote for it until November 14th, 2013, below.
I would do anything for my neighbor, that eternally howling, dyslexic Barbie loving werewolf. It’s that gay sensitivity thing, I think.
The character of Martin Nunez, perfectly played by model-actor Joshua De La Garza, in the 2012 Maniac remake obviously feels the same way. When his friend and building mate Anna (Nora Arnezeder) is attacked by Elijah Wood’s skeevily anxious Frank, Nunez rises to the challenge, mightily.
Bursting into his compatriot’s apartment, Garza/Nunez battles Frank to ensure her safety. Even after being grievously wounded, this loyal fellow comes back at Frank, determined to save the day.
That is some kick-ass faggotry and exactly the kind of queer character that horror cinema, as a whole, needs more of!
Getting abreast of the situation with Embrace’s Harrison Pruett!
Let’s face it, half the fun of horror and exploitation is seeing some hot bodies frolicking around in the buff. And while I worship the female form, I believe exploitation definitely veers into the exploitive when only gorgeous women are on display while their male counterparts remain chastely buttoned up. Therefore, The Backside of Horror salutes the filmmakers and actors whom even up the score a bit by showing us instances of hot and juicy male flesh in their bloody celluloid fantasies.
While 1995 erotic thriller Embrace of the Vampire was teen starlet Alyssa Milano’s chance to show the world that she had become a woman (over and over, again), one orgy fueled dreamscape sequence, also, gave the surprised college jocks (who picked up this “Boss” boob fueled gem) a gander at some male ham hock, as well.
As the nocturnal fantasies of Milano’s virginal Charlotte become more and more infested by the cruel reach of a very amorous vampire, things get steamier and steamier. At one point in time, Charlotte imagines she is being ravished by her college boyfriend (the late, handsome Harrison Pruett), a college acquaintance (sensual Charlotte Lewis) and her mystical undead tormentor (Spandau Ballet’s very English Martin Kemp).
Martin Kemp goes for the ‘Gold’!
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As Pruett kneels on the bedside, gnawing on Milano’s delicious ta-ta’s, we are treated to a very sensual, semi-obscured view of his buttocks. Kemp’s aggressor, though, goes full throttle. Placing himself upon Alyssa’s arching torso, he brings things home as the audience experiencing a full view of his thrusting ass cheeks.
Talk about your male bonding!!
You can lunge into the Embrace of the Vampire trailer, here:
And until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan
Its Halloween time and some orange colored connoisseurs like their candy corn mixed with peanuts. But true terror babies, including the irreplaceable Sheena Easton, really prefer… the fright!
Yes, on her 1983 masterpiece Best Kept Secret, this queen of high school pop sings an anthem to all those who like their lives brimming, consistently, at the edges of scare!
Mainstream pop bliss and a true love of horror! Will life EVER get more perfect than that??
Well, maybe. Easton’s one true terror credit, John Carpenter’s Body Bags (1993), wherein she plays the sympathetic girlfriend of hair challenged Stacy Keach, is getting the deluxe Scream Factory treatment on November 12th, 2013.
And THAT should get the Deborah Harry stamp of approval, no?
Until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!
After spending time as one of the whipped and chained at Father Lou’s Cathedral of Catholic Cranks, I have, generally, come to dread the mention of an unveiling of any sort.
Granted, there are always exceptions to the rules – one, in particular, being the fact that the amazing Bucket O’ Blood Books and Records at 2307 N. Milwaukee in Chicago, is unveiling something huge, today (and into infinity)!
Lucky celluloid hunters can get first the first peek at the store’s Halloween Happy Hour, beginning at 4 PM. BTW – I have heard rumors that it may involve a bevy of Graveyard Tramps floating around, as well!
While major media sites like Entertainment Weekly are making a hoopla over Die Hard‘s Hart Bochner and his caustic, fun appearance (as evil Chris’ influential father) in the current Carrie remake, true terror princesses know where the real excitement is — in genre goddess Cynthia Preston’s potent turn as the privileged momma of the kind Sue Snell.
In two scenes, in this well intentioned if slightly unsuccessful reimagining, Preston establishes her character as one of having presidential grace and extreme kindness. Her interaction with Julianne Moore’s working class Margaret, also, helps present just how frenzied our Mama White truly is. While, Preston’s Madame Snell radiates compassion towards her, Moore’s Margaret can barely contain her hateful anxiety. As Moore/Margaret digs pins into the flesh of her leg to remain steady, the viewers experience a scene of true body horror and witness, for the first time, the extremity of the character’s psychosis.
Preston in THE BRAIN
As a skilled (and journeyed) actress, though, Preston is not unfamiliar with witnessing fleshy slaughter. Perhaps best known, to the public-at-large, as murderous Mafia henchwoman Faith Roscoe on General Hospital, Preston actually spent much of her early career screeching around the borders of Canuck exploitation.
Her ivory innocence made such films as The Dark Side (87), Pin (88), The Brain (88), Prom Night III: The Last Kiss (90) and Premonition (99), incredible viewing pleasures. She, also, established an even firmer genre icon-hood for herself by appearing in such television productions as The Hitch-hiker, The X-Files, Total Recall 2070 and, most recently, in an episode of this season’s Hannibal.
Here, Preston, talks about her experience working with Moore on Carrie:
And, here’s hoping for many more years of genre joy from the radiant Preston!
Until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!
Granted, I am blind to a lot of stuff – including criticism. (Although, I did get it, recently, when one online commentator called me a “dork” and another called me the “worst interviewer ever” re: my Danielle Harris video interview! Y–OUCH!!!)
But, the heroine of Jason Coffman’s latest thriller Still has got it really bad. After an attack, she discovers she is suffering from a rare condition called akinetopsia, or motion blindness. The complications from that are sure to be riskily adventurous as described in Coffman’s passionate Kickstarter campaign.
Coffman whom has already graced the independent cinematic landscape with such (shorter) offerings as Tape and The Gamma-Ray Man is sure to use every cent generated to create something truly unique and enjoyable.
Until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan
Packing just the right amount, hustling your bootie through public transportation options and then arriving at the airport (just to, essentially, begin every step over again) is hard enough when you are breathing at full capacity – let alone when you are oxygen deprived.
That means the title character of director/writer Tony Báez Milán’s (Edgar Allen Poe’s Requiem for the Damned, Ray Bradbury’s Chrysalis) new novel Dead, Must Travel has it doubly hard!
Centering around a reluctant Puerto Rican zombie, Milán’s novel seems to be adding some differences to a (by now) run of the mill scenario by concentrating on discrimination and self-loathing.
If there were any justice in the world, I would have my own multi-level drive-in theater (playing banging Euro-trash, 24/7) in the middle of my studio apartment, that muscular Idris (IE: Hot guy!! Thanks to Christine and Valerie for the slang), sitting across from my writing group at Dollop Coffee Shop, would be moon-glowing over my every word — and awesome, eclectic musician Les Baxter would be every punk rock prom king’s totally slammin’ mentor!!!
Known to record collectors for his exotica jazz contributions, Baxter also conjured up amazing, swinging soundtracks to genre epics like Roger Corman’s House of Usher (1960), the US version of Black Sabbath (1963), Frogs (1972) and even 1982’s boy-is-cicada monster classic, The Beast Within.
Thankfully, the ever cool Sidewalk Records are trying to give Baxter his hipster due by reissuing his naughty soundtrack to 1969’s Hell’s Belles on a thick slab of (nearly eatable) vinyl!
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