Her dark, multi-layered pop music has found her a rightful place on the soundtracks of such genre shows as Teen Wolf, The Vampire Diaries and Being Human, but the magnetic Zola Jesus truly has to be seen to be believed. In a live setting, her astounding voice and physical connection to her music often produces a sense of euphoria.
A recent show in Chicago provided a perfect example of this. There, I witnessed her song Wiseblood turn a timid, middle aged trans woman into a empowered fist waving, body twirling diva, lost in the power of the song’s anthem-like chant, “If it doesn’t make you wiser, Doesn’t make you stronger, Doesn’t make you live a little bit -What are you doing?” It was a spine tingling moment that showcased the true freedom and power that the best music can manifest.
What a conundrum! Good guys may never get the girls, but in horror flicks the bad guys usually get dead.
Personable actor Michael Welch knows this first hand. As Mike Newton in the Twilight series, he pined, unsuccessfully, for the supernaturally obsessed Bella. In 2013’s The Demented, Welch seems to be having a much better time playing the smarmily rich Howard. It is soon revealed that Howard, who puts the move on the entire female cast of this (weakly CGI ridden) flick, has cheated on his loving girlfriend. Which means Welch is the first to buy it, here. This is sad for two reasons: it is so obviously expected and Welch adds much of this zombie-style flick’s initial energy!
Still, as a mild time waster, The Demented isn’t half bad. In a nice move, we actually witness the missile blast that lets loose the infective contagion and the young cast, including The Vampire Diaries‘ Kayla Ewell, does pretty well with the film’s emotional Night of the Living Dead elements. The effects including a rabidly attacking dog and the mind altering explosion are so cheaply rendered, that those who tap dance to cheesy cinematography may have a field day, as well.
It does seem time to alter certain tropes in our low budget exploitation fare, though. Severe righteousness seems equal to promiscuity in filmic sinfulness…so here’s to our uptight virgins crashing and burning with the (far more entertaining) bad boys (and girls) surviving to the final frame!
Until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!