I was reintroduced to Barbara Crampton in Sun Choke. I already knew she had an impressive B-list (and a few movies that rose above B status), many of them horror and science fiction.
What I didn’t know was how bad she could be. And I don’t mean B-movie Bad. I mean Evil Bad. So as Women in Horror Month continues, I thought it’d be worth discussing the character spectrum Barbara Crampton has played, from stereotypical teen victim to sadistic control freak.
To do this, let’s take a look at three fairly representative examples spanning three decades. Continue Reading
Anyone who knows anything about me knows I’m not good at the whole delayed gratification thing. See, back in April, I posted a list of movies I want to see based entirely on their previews.
I am a sucker for previews.
My original plan was to wait for all these movies to come out and do a series of posts reviewing each one. One problem is Good Tidings won’t be out until Christmas. A bigger problem is that K-Shop and Sun Choke are out now.
I wanted to start with K-Shop which I am dying to see, but I can’t. I’ll explain why once I finally get a chance to watch and review it.
Sun Choke was an extremely close second.
Confession time. I thought I had this one figured out about fifteen minutes in, and it was with good reason my cinematic hubris was aroused. Sun Choke displays many of the hallmarks of the finest films in the Grande Dame Guignol tradition.
(Note: Since this post is been up for a while, and the trailers were making the page load slowly, I’ve taken them out and substituted links to them. Thank you, The Management)
Ah previews, I love you so.
Especially for horror movies.
In high school, I briefly dated a girl who was never on time for anything. The first time we went to the movies, we missed the previews. I was willing to overlook this, assuming it was an isolated incident.
The second time, I pointed out how I love previews. Surely she would get the hint. This was an unwise assumption.
The third time she was in the process of making us late, I got noticeably frustrated. On the way to the theater, she said, “You’re only missing the stupid previews.”