gore

There are very few moments in which I can be accused, rightly so, of horror movie heresy.  This flick is one of them.

Ahhh, the boys of summer are swiniging the ol' lumber, the air
smells of Coppertone and the bitches are stuffing Maraschino cherries
up their asses in Panama City. Summer's here. Time to dust
off an old standard.

Here's the deal: fuck it, man, if you don't
already know the story, empty your drool cup, turn on the Teletubbies
and leave the rest of us alone, asshole.

Dereks don't run, motherfuckers!!!!

Here's the deal; a
corporate contigent of aliens have landed in a small New Zealand town
and have sliced and diced all the inhabitants thereof, propmting the
government to send in a crew of fuck-ups to deal with the
situation.  Sick, sick, gory-assed mayhem ensues.

I've discovered, much to my dismay, that there are actually people
alive, drawing good air into their fucking lungs, who've never seen
this flick.  Those motherfuckers are the reason terrorists exist.

Gotta hand it to the Frogs, they've finally gotten offa their asses and started putting some points up on the horror board.

Here's
the deal;  After survivng a wreck that killed her husband, a very
pregnant Sarah winds up having to deal with a mysterious cunt bent on
fucking her up but good.  Motherly mayhem ensues.

Tone: Juno meets Night of the Creeps.

Aliens are among us.

".....and then there are the real trolls that love Day of the Dead!"- George A. Romero

Lot
of stuff on here about zombies lately. Lot of loose talk about
Boss Romero. I'm here to speak for the minority. That's
right! I'm a Day of the Dead lover, and I'm fuckin' proud of it!

Fuck remakes, right?

A Thousand Words: Bloodline Wins for Best Music at the Frightmares Film Festival which was held September 22nd. On September 26th the winners were announced on the Festival's blog.