Time for some "Nightmare on Elm Street" action to kick off the season of rot. I've been sketching up a storm, hoping to fill the next fanzine with prime time slime for your consumption. Hope all you ghouls are snug in your catacombs, waiting to unleash HELL on HALLOW'S EVE! I particularly like the picture from the NOES NES video game. I have fond memories of that little devil. Maybe I'll pound through the NES version of Friday the 13th next and review that in the next zine. I've got that puppy down in the crypt, I give it a go when my hands aren't busy sketching gore and zombie bull shit, or doing daily worker bee stuff like pay my god damn bills and taxes, cause freedom isn't free!
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Nightmare on Elm Street Art from interwebs
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Friday, September 19, 2014
Halloween: Michael Myers without the mask
I believe the original Halloween
should stand on its own. It's much more
effective that way and thematically self contained. No need for the sequels other than to pander
to the fans and the studios looking to capitalize of the original's
success.
With that said the de-masking scene fits brilliantly in the
film and serves many thematic purposes which I'd like to touch upon here. It was an act of subverting
expectations; this whole time the killer behind the mask was not a monster, but
a man, with a man's face, and it's non-distinctive to the point where it could
be anyone. Michael can take off his mask
and blend in with a crowd, like Jack the Ripper, or the Zodiac killer. It makes him more of a threat. It also fits in with the idea that evil can
exist anywhere; it was not an abstract idea floating out there, it was
HOME. Halloween takes the ordinary and
makes it sinister; so this normal looking boy is a killer, this normal looking
house is the Boogeyman's house, this normal man is really a super natural
killing machine.
The de-masking scene also shows how desperate Michael is to retain
the illusion that he is in fact the Boogeyman.
The de-masking temporarily shattered that illusion; it brought him back
down to earth, hence the desperate struggle to get the mask back on before
pursuing Laurie. If the mask was
meaningless to him he would have ignored the de-masking and finished choking
her to death, but to Michael the ritual of Halloween trumps all. He wanted to scare her THEN kill her. It was an important progression to him and
the mask was integral to making it happen.
Without the de-masking scene we don't get that urgency from
Michael. It's more alluded to, but that
is the only example of him pausing or stopping what he was doing. He was a force driving forward the entire
movie; outside of taking physical beating this is the only time I can think of
where he stops with his goal so close, literally in hand.
The vulnerability on his face is a 6 year olds expression,
harkening back to the opening sequence when he is de-masked after killing
Judith. If he is copying the ritual of
Halloween from 1963 it would be thematically fitting that somehow he was
de-masked at the end, tying together the movie.
But another thing to consider is that no matter how vulnerable or catatonic
Michael seems he is a veiled threat.
That was what Loomis was trying to get people to believe with little
success because of Michael's appearance, his feigned innocence and silent
retreat into himself, all of this is deceit.
That last shot drives home the idea that evil can exist anywhere, it was
hidden behind the common, the everyday; it was in suburbia, right under our
noses. If he was hideously deformed it
would not have carried forward the themes presented in the entire film, and not
de-masking him doesn’t bring much to the table either, it doesn’t make the
point that Michael can be anyone, anywhere; even an innocuous 6 year old child.
When I use the word "illusion" I am also referring
to the idea that Michael was performing a ritual. He wanted the mask, the tombstone, the
bodies, all in place for his impromptu haunted house; all part of the
illusion. He takes normal things and
puts a sinister spin on them. He couldn't
maintain that sinister illusion by running around without a mask. To his 6 year old mind the mask was
inseparable from the illusion that he is the Boogeyman, that's why it was so
important for him to put the mask back in place and complete the ritualistic
murder of Laurie, his new Judith.
Without the mask the re-enactment of his first murder is incomplete and it seemed like an important point Carpenter wanted to drive home in a simplistic yet brilliant way. Michael really wanted to “get off” on killing Laurie on terrifying her, and the mask is integral to that equation. It also drives home the idea that Michael isn’t just out there killing people for killings sake; he plays games with them. Michael terrifies his victims; it’s a psychological as well as physical assault. Without the de-masking moment we don’t get the true importance of the mask, or the way it defines Michael (Michael as himself is just an empty shape of a human).
Without the mask the re-enactment of his first murder is incomplete and it seemed like an important point Carpenter wanted to drive home in a simplistic yet brilliant way. Michael really wanted to “get off” on killing Laurie on terrifying her, and the mask is integral to that equation. It also drives home the idea that Michael isn’t just out there killing people for killings sake; he plays games with them. Michael terrifies his victims; it’s a psychological as well as physical assault. Without the de-masking moment we don’t get the true importance of the mask, or the way it defines Michael (Michael as himself is just an empty shape of a human).
I think Carpenter took pains to express the idea that evil
could exist anywhere, even in an idyllic mid-western town, even in a 6 year old
boy or young teen. I think that point is
more important to the overall plot of the film than Myers being more than
human, and is emphasized at the end by revisiting all the locations he touched
or tainted with his evil. These
non-sinister locations at day are suddenly foreboding fortresses of horror at
night; normal locations that could be in ANYTOWN, USA inverted and made evil.
Myers being more than human is only part of what makes him the Shape; the tricks and the stalking, the emphasis on re-enacting the death of Judith, the Halloween mask, all encapsulate what makes him The Shape. Remove those aspects and he is nothing. The nomenclature is meant to convey the idea that he appears human (again, emphasis on appearances) but is only defined by his actions and the ritual of Halloween. On the surface he is human but internally he is missing any persona that would define him as a human being, so he is defined by killing, by evil. The de-masking was not meant to bring the idea that Myers was a normal man to light. The Shape has a foot in both the physical and meta-physical realms. It’s meant to re-emphasize the idea that he APPEARS normal. He could be anyone.
If we are going to give Carpenter the credit he deserves we have to assume the de-masking was a calculated decision. He knew what the expectation of the audience was, and instead of catering to it he fell back into the themes playing throughout the movie.
Michael's plain face; a true representative of evil, and it looks like the next door neighbor, the high school quarterback, the lone hobo on the side walk, the face of normality, of the common place, and that's the snare that will trap you. He doesn't look like a monster; it's a monster in THE SHAPE of a man. Both aspects of Michael are equally important to realize. The sequels seemed only focused on Michael as the MONSTER.
Myers being more than human is only part of what makes him the Shape; the tricks and the stalking, the emphasis on re-enacting the death of Judith, the Halloween mask, all encapsulate what makes him The Shape. Remove those aspects and he is nothing. The nomenclature is meant to convey the idea that he appears human (again, emphasis on appearances) but is only defined by his actions and the ritual of Halloween. On the surface he is human but internally he is missing any persona that would define him as a human being, so he is defined by killing, by evil. The de-masking was not meant to bring the idea that Myers was a normal man to light. The Shape has a foot in both the physical and meta-physical realms. It’s meant to re-emphasize the idea that he APPEARS normal. He could be anyone.
If we are going to give Carpenter the credit he deserves we have to assume the de-masking was a calculated decision. He knew what the expectation of the audience was, and instead of catering to it he fell back into the themes playing throughout the movie.
Michael's plain face; a true representative of evil, and it looks like the next door neighbor, the high school quarterback, the lone hobo on the side walk, the face of normality, of the common place, and that's the snare that will trap you. He doesn't look like a monster; it's a monster in THE SHAPE of a man. Both aspects of Michael are equally important to realize. The sequels seemed only focused on Michael as the MONSTER.
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Monday, September 8, 2014
Art dump...9/8/14
Still carving out the next slice of sleaze, till then here are more works in progress to sate your sickness...
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Thursday, August 21, 2014
Formula For Murder
Formula for Murder
A Giallo crime mystery from
the gutter of Italy; Formula for Murder
is a movie that abides by the genre familiarities of blood soaked yellow rain
coat killers, a seemingly helpless protagonist, and religious iconography
encompassed by a dark and mysterious multi-layer cake of murder mystery
plot. Formula for Murder does it one better and includes people fencing
and jousting in wheel chairs and a European version of the Special
Olympics. The plot is straight forward
enough, a chair bound millionaire heir named Joanna is targeted by a scheming
couple (Greg and Ruth) looking to score her McScrouge sized fortune. Greg somehow is able to pose as a physical
therapist, eventually winning his way into Joanna’s heart though fencing with
her and showing her how to properly throw a javelin. True love is showing someone how to kill a
man. Ruth weasels her way into Joanna’s
life as her personal nurse and confidant.
Because this is the setup right from the beginning we can only assume
the greedy couple’s scheme took years to execute, making it all the more
fantastic and unbelievable. Joanna
firmly believes Ruth to be her best friend, not the kind of trust that’s formed
overnight. As Joanna suffers from
haunting nightmare and flashbacks involving horny old priests, Greg and Ruth
quibble about the best way to finish her off, an argument that eventually ends
in Greg viciously stabbing Ruth repeatedly with a razor blade. Somehow Greg knows that Joanna was raped by a
priest as a young nubile girl, a tragic event that left her disabled in a wheel
chair, so to push her over the edge he dresses as a priest and spooks her
repeatedly, making her repeatedly question her already fragile state of
mind. At the end Greg reveals himself to
be the killer, and Joanna reveals she kind of knew it the whole time!? Through some contrived logic Greg was hoping
to cause Joanna to have a fatal wheelchair accident to inherit her fortune, but
the tricks on him, all the deadly arrow shooting, fencing, and javelin throwing
skills he taught her come back to bite him in the ass at the end.
Formula for Murder is a decent chunk blower, plenty of gooey, splattery Giallo styled
slashings to go around. Even though the
plot seemingly defied common sense with a flaming middle finger it seems to
work on a visceral level. The DVD came with
a slick yellow rain parka to play your own sick little psycho stalker games
with, ya sick pup. Go outside and play!
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Scalps
SCALPS
Brutal z-grade basement budget
horror so good it needs two title screens; Scalps
is a bloody mess of Indian curses and transmogrification, a virtual cornucopia
of racial stereotypes and loud mouthed jerks.
The story centers on a group of amateur archeologist that dig up a
sacred spooky Indian burial ground and become possessed by a blood hungry
native named Black Claw who more closely resembles a living troll doll in dirty
gray underpants than a malevolent spirit of the ancient world of Indian black
magic. The gore comes thick and gooey
with slow motion scalping action and some nice arterial spray to make your
day. Randy the macho jerk-wad was a
personal favorite character of mine calling chicks BITCHES and basically owning
everything with his cheesy cut off shirt and ragged blue jeans. Spoiler alert you numb skulls, I love movies
where everyone dies in the end and this is one.
Evil prevails! I evoke the lion
headed wizard of Native American black magic to make the sequel Scalps 2: The Return of DJ a reality!
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Cards of Death 1986
Cards of Death
This is a stick up sleazebag;
give me all your good taste because you won’t need an ounce of it for Cards of Death; a movie that is a
holocaustic bomb of depravity, hooker nails, and porn lighting. Featuring a sordid and bizarre love affair
between a neo-Nazi dominatrix named Tracy and a brutal sadomasochist with
spider tattoos named Hog Johnson, Cards
of Death deals out the bludgeoning with cheese and crackers;
literally. The main pelvic thrust of the
story centers around a struggling finger painting artist (seriously) named
Billy who is trying to find out what happened to his father, the police chief, whom
mysteriously disappeared when investigating a series of serial killing like
murders taking place every Thursday. The
poor red flanneled schmuck is actually held captive by Hog and Tracy who
slowly and systematically torture the chief, cutting off his nose with a cheese
slicer along with several fingers and toes and sends the “sick shit” to police
headquarters. Billy the sensitive finger
painter is paired with a hysterically bad tough guy cop with a pink cut off
shirt who overreacts to virtually everything because he has a “hot head”. During their investigation clues about the
chief’s whereabouts are gathered from fast food takeout, doodles of pigs, and a
heart to heart between Billy and a street hooker. Hog Johnson and Tracy bring in new meat to
play their “Cards of Death” game, which is never explained really, only that
the loser is killed by the winner who wins some sort of cash reward, and Hog
can change the rules whenever he wants like some brat. Their secret hideout is
neon lit, giving it that soft porn look.
Hog is a bored billionaire so he invented the “Cards of Death” game to
sate his blood lust. Since refereeing a
death game doesn’t seem to be all it’s cracked up to be Hog also had an
industrial press installed in their secret evil lair to crush street people and
strippers in so he and Tracy can drink and bath in fresh blood, Bathory style. Because the setup of the story wasn’t crazy
enough there is an impaled priest with a gambling problem, copious nipple
teasing, and rape thrown in for good measure.
Padding comes in the form of a dancer dancing to, what else, the movie’s
theme song “Cards of Death” Cards of Death will probably be one of
my most bizarre and rare VHS tapes. They
don’t make them like they used to, and I doubt a movie with the same atmosphere
and dime store feel as Cards of Death
will ever come out again, making it special in its own right. The apocalypse is written and it is “Cards of
Death”!
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Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Art fart 08/19/14
The season of rot is almost upon us. Time to kick out a new zine. Expect more B-rated shit that's bad for your brain. MOSH! Here's some gooey work in progress sketches to tide you over for the real deal.
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