Yes, I’m serious. Zombeavers is exactly what it looks like. When a tank of toxic waste is released into a river the beavers get the brunt of it. Now blood hungry, the rodents find there way to a party cabin inhabited by a group of rowdy young adults. Thus, the battle of Man vs. Zombeaver begins.
A musical to die for, literally. Stage Fright is a tongue-in-cheek production about a serious production. A camp for drama geeks is gearing up for what they hope will be a Broadway worthy performance. There is only one problem- a masked killer is on the loose with a vendetta against the musical. That won’t stop the cast and crew from getting their chance to shine. After all, the show must go on!
Welcome to the first installment of a very special event I hold close to my warm heart. Well, not my heart. My actual heart is dark and gloomy, cold and covered in bug-ridden pustules. No, this one isn’t mine, I just picked this heart out of the human waste pile at the hospital I work at. That’s right! Your very own Manster got his first job working the night shift mopping blood at Creely Sanatorium! What was I talking about? Oh, the MASSACRE MARATHON!!! I got a late start tonight but I have to be fully committed (considering last year I surprised myself and completed my goal of a WHOLE MONTH of movies every night and writing accompanying reviews!) so I feel obligated to stay up all night to finish this premiere post! I must meet the now standard expectation of 31 nights of horror! SO, without further ado (and before I clog the arteries of this paragraph like many parasitic tube worms with more phrases in parentheses) let’s get on with it!
Some scary movies are so unintentionally bad they make you leave the theater laughing. Others don’t present themselves as comedic until halfway through. In this case, I knew what I was getting into. I heard great things about Juan of the Dead. No, it’s not a sequel to Shaun of the Dead, but it is just as funny in my opinion.
