This year’s big horror trend (aside from more miserable remakes) seems to be cinéma-vérité with fake documentary flicks like Diary of the Dead, Paranormal Ac
Nutcrackers scare me. I had a bad experience with a White Elephant gift exchange, a pair of giant nutcrackers, and a crotchety old woman that has left me scarred to this day.
I must say that lately overseas horror has been collectively kicking American horror’s ass in terms of keeping the genre fresh.
For 90 unbridled minutes Dance of the Dead, director Gregg Bishop’s lovingly over-the-top riff on the ever-malleable zombie genre, had the Alamo Drafthouse crowd in a persistent, gid
Good horror comedies are hard to come by. During the last few years, we’ve been blessed to have Hatchet, Slither and Shaun of the Dead hack and slash their way into our hearts.
Since the dead first started shambling their way to stardom in the 1968 George A.