Horror has become a blanket term since probably the early 19th Century to the point that terror and horror have become more or less interchangeable. Somewhat unfortunate because there’s an important distinction to be made between them. Continue Reading
“I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered.”
A minor plague swept through Castle Blogferatu this week. Because of that, and as part of my own little effort to boycott all things inaugural, I spent all of this past Friday and part of Saturday swilling tea (occasionally in toddy form) and watching all seventeen episodes of The Prisoner. Continue Reading
January 19. Poe’s birthday. What better day to start a horror blog? And that’s what I did, one year ago today. Tempus fugit and all that.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do to mark this “auspicious” occasion and toyed with such ideas as some kind of Top Ten or Best/Worst List or recap of my favorite posts from the first year.
None of those seemed representative enough of the Blogferatu vibe. Whatever the hell that is. Continue Reading
Here at Castle Blogferatu, holidays are just as much cause for celebration as they are just about anywhere else. It’s just that the holiday season here is a little less than mainstream. Halloween is, of course, lovely, and Krampusnacht is always a rousing good time, as are the birthdays of Poe and Lovecraft.
But nothing chills the cockles of my dark little heart more than Friday The 13th.
What? “Friday The 13th not a holiday,” you say? Hosh! It’s a fine holiday! And one I celebrate by getting a tattoo, a tradition handed down since, well, since I got my first tattoo on Friday, March 13th, 2015. I’ve gotten one every Friday The 13th since.
Hey, a tradition’s gotta start someplace, yes?
I’m not sure why I waited so damn long to start getting tattoos. On the other hand, I’m glad I didn’t start when I first wanted one. When I think of the tattoos I would have gotten between 18 and 22…Let’s just say I’d be spending a good deal of money on cover-ups.
This is not to suggest that’s true of 18 to 22-year-old who gets a tattoo. This is specific to me. But enough backstory. Here is the latest Friday The 13th Tattoo courtesy of Mike P-Dex Poindexter at Fuzion.
Yep. Cthulhu Fhtagn.
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”
Supposedly Confucius said that. Not Jodi Picoult. Either way, probably good advice.
Thing is, it’s not so very much fun. Warnings against revenge generally aren’t. It’s also the problem I have with movies like Willard, Carrie, Massacre At Central High, or Fade To Black. On the surface each seems like the swift hand of justice. The rightful execution, as it were, of karma. Continue Reading
I wasn’t sure what to write for New Year’s. I knew I didn’t want a Best Of list or an overview of 2016. I was kinda stumped. Coincidentally, a few days ago, Co-conspirator and I were coffeeing at Café Stella and talking about movies.
Specifically we were talking about how often we’ve seen various movies and quickly turned to the practice of seeing a movie multiple times back to back. Yeah, I’m one of those people. Also turns out I’ve done way more than she has. Really hitched her wagon to a star, hasn’t she?
It was way more interesting than it sounds.
Okay maybe marginally more interesting than it sounds. But still.
Thus arose the misguided notion of adding this information to The Neverending Movie List. I was hesitant. “Who cares?” I asked, “I mean, who gives a rat’s ass how many times I’ve seen anything?”
She said, “I think it’s interesting. And you care.” Fair enough. Those of you who’ve read what Stephen King says about the Ideal Reader know why that was all I needed to hear.
So now, if I’ve seen a movie multiple times, that number appears in parentheses at the end of the entry. But there’s more. If you see a slash and a second number, that’s how many consecutive times I saw the movie in the theater.
Literally. As in saw it, went out to the lobby, bought another ticket, and saw it again. And again. And sometimes again.
Probably explains a lot.