
A man with no name walks in to a police station and crazy shit starts happening. Is he the cause of all of this madness? (He is.)

A man with no name walks in to a police station and crazy shit starts happening. Is he the cause of all of this madness? (He is.)

Hellions is the story of a teenage girl who has stupid trick-or-treaters terrorize her on Halloween or something.

Remember when I said “this was the worst Stephen King movie I have ever seen“? Well, 1922 takes the cake.

“Who will survive and what will be left of them?” The genius tagline only scratches the surface of how grisly, how heinous The Texas Chainsaw Massacre really is. This classic film shocked audiences when it was released in 1974 and still chills to the bone to this day. I had the pleasure of showing it to Mrs. Manster for the first time and she was genuinely shaken to the core. That says a lot for a movie that old!

Let me start off by mentioning my fear of freaky little monsters ranks high up there. Evil things like in Child’s Play, Leprechaun, and Puppet Master creep me out. As a small manster seeing those movies for the first time had me checking every cabinet, every nook and cranny in a room until I was convinced that there was no possible way any of these miniature killers could be hiding anywhere. So this film gets points from me right off the bat just for being about a pint-sized freak!

Tales of Halloween is following the new trend of everything being an anthology. I guess the studios’ figure that when throwing a bunch of small self-contained stories at the wall something will stick. Well, with this movie, everything slides down the wall and into a garbage can.

Ray hears a voice and it won’t stop. He has tried everything to drown it out, finally settling on strumming his electric guitar to quell the noise. When his mother makes him stop playing the guitar he violently lashes out at her and goes on the run, but the voice makes Ray aware that he is just getting started…

A young boy gets curious about what his babysitter gets up to after he is put to bed. He spies on her and her friends playing an exceptionally mischievous game of truth or dare. The boy gets caught snooping and is brought downstairs to face the wrath of the evil sitter. Should have stayed upstairs, you little brat.

Stephen King is my thing. These crows have wings and like to peck at things. I eat chicken wings. Be thankful I’m just a movie-loving monster and not a rapper.

Halloween H20: 20 Years Later isn’t only a redundant title, it’s a notch in the timeline of a another slasher series taken way too far. What is it that has propelled the sequels for Freddy, Jason, Michael, and friends for so long? Mainly the low budget needed to make these types of films as well as the blind support ladled out by die-hard fans and people in search of a cheap scare alike. I for one am sick of the Halloween series up to this point. The previous three installments left me bitter at the ones responsible for pumping out those idiotic cash-ins.