Häxan (Or Which Witch)

haxanMan this movie is weeiiiiiiiiiiiird.

But really, what better way to unveil Blogferatu’s first recurring segment, The Naro Escape? Every month, usually the last weekend, I’ll review something from Naro Expanded Video, possibly the greatest video joint ever (find out why here).

I’d never heard of Häxan until I read Caitlín R. Kiernan’s story, “Pickman’s Other Model (1929)” in New Cthulhu: The Recent Weird. The narrator mentions the film along with others he describes as “fanciful and morbid fare.”

He’s confronted with a film that unnerves him, and his nightmare journey begins, much like “Pickman’s Model,” “The Music Of Erich Zann,” and so on.

Obviously I had to track Häxan down.

Wow.

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I’ve Told You A Million Times, “No Hyperbole!”

Ad exec Kevin Roberts has a point in saying brands rely on “ER words: whiter, brighter, cleaner, stronger, fitter. Watch any commercials on American TV and you’ll see these words come up in the first three seconds, hammered remorselessly into your brain.”

I’ve seen a proverbial shit-ton of movies because they were called the scariest, the most terrifying, the best since some classic or other.

I should know better.

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Beware The Ides Of March

I know. It’s only February. And no, I’m not talking about Shakespeare.

This is about the band The Ides Of March. What does that have to do with a horror blog? Depends on how closely you listen to the lyrics of their 1970 hit, “Vehicle.”

Don’t get me wrong. I love a good horn band. Blood Sweat And Tears, Chicago (before they went all wimp rock), even the horn segments on Alice Cooper’s “Welcome To My Nightmare” and The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown’s “Fire.” But “Vehicle,” well, let’s just pause here for some analysis, shall we?

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Rituals (Or Toto, I Don’t Hear Any Banjo Music)

This post is part of the O Canada Blogathon hosted by Ruth of Silver Screenings and Kristina of Speakeasy.

ocanRemote lake. Relaxation. Nature’s quiet beauty. Turmoil and death at the hands of an unseen killer.

1980s?

No. 1977. Rituals. An unfairly panned but hardly forgotten bit of Canadian survival horror.

Why the lackluster reception?

One problem was Rituals being called the Canadian version and a blatant ripoff of Deliverance.

Semi-understandable.

Made in 1976, Rituals (original title, far better than The Creeper) wasn’t released until 1977, 78, 79, or 81 depending whom you ask. That’s at least five years after Deliverance. By then, the slew of bad retreads could, at first blush, make Rituals seem Boormanish.

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