NIGHT OF THE COMET (1984) DVD/Blu-ray Review



Night of the Comet (1984) d. Thom Eberhardt (USA)

The good doctor grew up in a house devoid of cable (or even much in the way of network television), so many of the nostalgia items that make up many of my fellow genre fans’ ’80s pop culture bedrock were not available to me, at least not in the heavy rotation kind of way. Such was the case with writer/director Eberhardt’s cult classic Night of the Comet, which I only encountered decades later via MGM’s bare bones DVD release. While I wasn’t displeased, the “Valley Girls meet the Apocalypse” saga didn’t instantly burrow its way into my heart, in spite of the terrific offbeat cast of Catherine Mary Stuart (The Last Starfighter), Kelli Maroney (Chopping Mall), Robert Beltram (Eating Rauol), Geoffrey Lewis (Every Which Way But Loose) and Mary Woronov (Death Race 2000, among many others). However, after recently gorging myself on Shout! Factory’s Collector’s Edition BR/DVD combo release of the film, stuffed to bursting with special features that genuinely live up to the name, I can definitely say that I’ve been won over in a big, big way.


The slight tale’s premise is that a mysterious comet (much like 1985’s ballyhooed return of Halley’s) will be making a return visit to Earth’s nighttime heavens for the first time in 65 million years. The event provides the excuse for global reveling, with drunken interstellar enthusiasts lining the streets by the millions (since this is a low-budget effort, we only see about 25 people gazing skyward, but you get the idea). Unfortunately for Mankind, the red-hued gases that accompany the big-headed celestial traveler prove fatal, sucking the water right out of every living creature and leaving only a pile of dust behind.


But hope for our species emerges in the form of two sisters, Reggie (Stewart) and Samantha (Maroney), who rebelliously elect to skip the astronomy gazing portion of the evening and accidentally save their skins in the process. Seems that the gases can’t penetrate steel, and since Reg is “making it” with the hunky projectionist (Michael Bowen) in the metal-lined booth of the cinema where she works as a videogame-obsessed usher, and Sam has taken sulky shelter in the backyard equipment shed after a literal knock-down fight with her stepmom (Sharon Farrell), the two are safe...barring the occasional morning-after encounter with random, partially exposed zombie-types. Truck driver Hector (top-billed Beltran) also appears on the scene, but then takes off to discover the fate of his own family, promising to return as soon as possible.


Far from the downer version presented in 1971’s The Omega Man, this is a bouncy and joyful romp where the girls (who’ve been instructed in survival techniques by their absent-in-Nicaragua commando father) make L.A. their personal playground by taking over radio stations, raiding shopping malls, and riding newly acquired motor vehicles to their heart’s content. Of course, all that changes once a group of scientific heavies (led by Lewis and Woronov) show up to harvest the precious bodily fluids of the survivors.


To be honest, the plot doesn’t really hold up to close scrutiny, but this is far from hard sci-fi fare – the invitation is to join the fantasy adventure of teens being left unsupervised in a major metropolitan area and the enthusiasm is undeniably infectious. The film doesn’t necessarily excel in any one area, but it does feature engaging lead performances, a lively soundtrack, a few effective moments of fright, and oodles of low budget can-do personality.


Much of the latter element is explored in depth throughout the bountiful extras on Shout! Factory’s latest issue, providing a rich context for how this apocalyptic charmer came into being. We get not one, not two, but three audio commentary tracks which miraculously manage to avoid the same stories as well as providing different viewpoints. Edwin Samuelson of the A.V. Club and The Cinefiles shares the mike with the chatty Maroney and Stewart, who discuss the challenges of early dawn/middle-of-the-night shoots (in order to achieve the isolated atmosphere) and the benefits of having come from soap opera backgrounds, where preparation is key and a second take can never be counted on. Both hold the film in high esteem for its positive portrayal of strong female characters, and the thrills and fun inherent to its escapist setting.


Red Shirt Pictures’ Michael Felsher takes us around the track with writer/director Eberhardt, who shares his various inspirations such as 1954’s Target Earth and the “Where is Everybody” Twilight Zone pilot episode, and openly states that he wasn’t looking to make any kind of lasting social statement, but rather just an enjoyable slice of entertainment. Though the funds were meager (approx $750,000), collective morale and imagination were high and the results still hold up. He also reveals that much of the “movie magic” of his deserted Los Angeles was accomplished by shooting in less-frequented neighborhoods, nabbing lulls between stoplights, or scheduling a shot early Christmas morning.


Felsher then sits down again with production designer John Muto (Home Alone, Species). This track proves to be the real surprise, and hats off to Felsher for having the foresight to track Muto down because the man is a wealth of practical information on how the simplest things can create mood and atmosphere. Several practical visual effects are explained, both simple (graduated red filters placed on the camera lens in order to achieve the pink-orange skyline) and advanced (trick shots involving matte paintings, miniatures, and double exposures), but even more important is the true understanding of what a production designer does and how his/her work can influence an entire film. Fascinating stuff that rises above mere trivia (although, oddly enough, no one ever references the omnipresence of Diet Pepsi in this new world order).


The other bonus features (all produced by Red Shirt) kick off with “Valley Girls at the End of the World,” a 15-minute featurette with Maroney and Stewart. We don’t gain much new intel that we didn’t hear on the commentary track, but our daring duo prove just as appealing onscreen 30 years later. In “Last Man on Earth?”, Beltran reveals that it was he who suggested his Rauol co-star Woronov, as well as the fact that Hector was original conceived as much more of a “cholo” stereotype, which the actor wasn’t interested in repeating. As a result, the character’s ethnicity, while still apparent, becomes a non-issue in a surprisingly prescient multicultural way. “Curse of the Comet” showcases makeup f/x designer David B. Miller (who also famously designed Nightmare on Elm Street’s Freddy Krueger and worked alongside heavyweights Greg Cannom and Craig Reardon on Dreamscape that same year).


We also get two photo galleries and the original theatrical trailer, topped off by brand new artwork by Nathan Thomas Milliner. 

Night of the Comet is available to own November 19, 2013 from Shout! Factory and can be pre-ordered HERE.

http://www.shoutfactory.com/product/night-comet-collectors-edition-exclusive-poster


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine

The Brotherhood of Satan (1971)

OCTOBER 30, 2013

GENRE: CULT
SOURCE: THEATRICAL (REVIVAL SCREENING)

Due to travel, work, and other engagements, I only managed to make it to my good friend Phil Blankenship's month-long United States of Horror series twice this past month. Once was for Carnival of Souls, which I thought I had already reviewed here but never did (and now I'd need to watch again to do it right, so oh well), and the other was for The Brotherhood of Satan, which I had never even heard of and went knowing perfectly well I'd fall asleep thanks to a long, nap-free work day. Sure enough, I was dozing before the first reel had even finished, and kept going in and out throughout, but Youtube/Crackle came to the rescue, offering up a seemingly legal stream on Youtube (it had ad breaks, and Crackle's legit - right?) that allowed me to rewatch what I missed (and get a better sense of what was happening in the scenes I didn't).

But of course, you can't take that as a critique of the movie's quality; it IS a bit slow but it's a fine entry in the 70's Satanic Horror sub-genre, offering up some great kills, loads of creepiness, and a grim ending that left me even more impressed. Also, somewhat hilariously, it's kind of a ripoff of Manos, with a couple and their daughter driving through the Southwest and ending up the victims of a devil cult led by a dude with silly wardrobe (and, again, grim ending). Obviously, it's SLIGHTLY better than that masterpiece, since the filmmakers knew what they were doing and had crazy fancy things like sync sound and a couple of professional actors at their disposal. Obviously Rosemary's Baby was the other big influence (OK, Manos was probably coincidental), as nearly all supernaturally-tinged movies of this era would be until The Exorcist came along and allowed greedy producers to mix and match as they saw fit.

The supernatural element is a rather original one, and I'm pretty sure is unique to this film save for maybe a couple moments in Dolls - the folks are killed by giant sized versions of toys. So a kid's GI Joe-ish tank turns full-sized and crushes a car full of randoms, a figurine of a knight on a horse is suddenly big enough to really lop off a guy's head, etc. Due to budgetary limitations we don't actually see how this process completely works, but we get the gist and it's pretty clever, as is the overall plot, which takes a while to start becoming clear. At first it's the standard "hero ends up in weird town, isn't welcome, tries to escape, gets stuck there..." type movie, but with all these weird toy scenes and other oddities serving to intrigue while letting us know that it's not the usual gang of inbred cannibals or whatever (of course, it's 1971, so there was no Texas Chainsaw to rip off yet, but you know what I mean). I won't spoil it other than to say Tommy Wirkola must have seen the film, as he seemingly lifted one of its plot points in Witch Hunters.

Adding to the creepiness is the very matter-of-fact approach director Bernard McEveety takes with the material. He adds a bit of flair to the kill scenes and lets his actors go into camp-mode on those occasions, but otherwise everyone is unsettlingly down-to-earth about their devil business. The leader, played by Strother Martin, is almost TOO gentle with his deliveries (he reminded me a bit of James Karen, in fact - not exactly the scariest guy in the world), though on the flipside it makes his dialogue easier to digest - if he was shouting that sort of gibberish in a scary voice the movie would completely derail. But on that note, it had a very specific rhythm and pattern to it, leading me to believe that it was indeed actual Satanic text being spoken and not just made-up movie nonsense. We see a few "church" scenes and it all seemed very genuine to me, as if I could match it up to the equivalent portions of a Catholic mass. "Oh, this is a sermon. This is like their Communion. This is like the part where we all shake hands and say 'Peace be to you'..." I'm sure that no part of the Church of Satan involves turning Tonka Trucks into deadly weapons, but they almost definitely at least STARTED with legitimate text.

I do wish the pace was tightened JUST a bit. Shooting things so matter of factly may add some creepiness to the scenes where folks casually murder one another, but it robs the film of any real tension otherwise. Messiah Of Evil came to mind (70s, cult, town, uh... saw it at Cinefamily...), and I couldn't help but think of that film's standout sequences and how they'd stick with you when they were over, keeping you tense until the next one - this doesn't really have anything much like that. The father also becomes sort of a bystander in his own movie after awhile, robbing us of our surrogate for chunks at a time. It gives the film a loose feel that some might like, but considering how it ends up I can't help but think it'd be an even stronger film if it kept the dad front and center more often.

Otherwise, I quite enjoyed it, and am surprised it's relatively obscure - even my devil/witch movie obsessed friend Sam Zimmerman hadn't seen it. But this had a benefit - due to never being played, the print was IMMACULATE; seriously one of the best 35mm prints I've seen at a revival. It's not unlikely that this movie would end up on a budget set someday (if it's not already) and that would be how I saw it for the first time; all scratched up on some cropped transfer from a VHS tape or something. So thanks, Phil!

What say you?

Where The Hell Are You, BC?

My sincere apologies for the lack of updates in the past couple weeks (only one in the past 3!); not only was I busy with the usual Halloween-y activities around town, but then I went on a vacation (my first real one in 8 years) and also started a new column at Badass where I'm finally going through and watching all of The Twilight Zone. So, HMADs have been harder to make time for, which sucks because even though I "quit" I still don't want the site to become abandoned, and DO still intend to update 2-3 times a week for as long as I can.

So hopefully I can make good on that intention very soon; Grabbers is on Instant and that's one I've been wanting to see for a while, and of course there's always more Scream Factory stuff hitting. And, if all goes to plan, I'm going to revive my old tradition of watching Dawn of the Dead every Thanksgiving, and if so I'll finally write up a "non canon" review of that (spoiler: I love it). In the meantime, feel free to check out my appearance on the awesome RocketJump podcast, as I spend a good amount of time talking HMAD history and am surprised to discover that the host of the show worked on Bear, and even reads part of my review! I also took part in the same company's Futures podcast, which was a little more random in nature but equally as enjoyable for me to participate. Was truly honored to be on (the previous episode's guests were Key and Peele!), though I would prefer you LISTEN instead of watch since I'm all fidgety and such.

Reviews soon! I swear!

BODY BAGS (1993) DVD/Blu-ray Review



Body Bags (1993) d. John Carpenter / Tobe Hooper (USA)

I’ll be honest, until its recent DVD/BR unearthing by Shout! Factory’s Scream Factory division, I had nearly forgotten this made-for-cable anthology effort even existed, much less sought it out. Since it’s billed as “John Carpenter presents Body Bags,” I was even unaware that Carpenter had served as director for the majority of the piece (two segments and the wraparound). Blame it on Wes Craven, whose stream of similarly branded straight-to-video awfulness (Dracula 2000, They, the 1998 Carnival of Souls remake) left me more than a little gun shy. And, in addition to the fact that it was made for Showtime long before its original programming was the stuff of ACE awards, no one within my horror crew ever talked about it. Like, at all. Even when the conversation would turn toward Carpenter and his output, people seemed to go out of their way to ignore this little gem, skipping straight from 1988’s They Live to 1994’s In the Mouth of Madness (with completists throwing in a cursory nod to Memoirs of an Invisible Man from 1992) without so much as a good, bad, or otherwise. Which is a darn shame, because this is horror charm on the cheap, a slice of low-budget cheese that should delight any fan of Tales from the Crypt or the short-lived syndicated series, Monsters.


As Carpenter recounts on the commentary track, Showtime was interested in turning Body Bags into a series, but the iconoclast director wasn’t interested in shooting a show up in Vancouver for the (low) amount of money the network was willing/able to throw at it. So, a one-off it stayed, and maybe that’s for the best, since it allowed his creative team to be peopled by an eclectic and talented bunch. In front of the camera, we have such notables as Robert Carradine, Stacy Keach, and Mark Hamill as key players of each of their segments, with cameos from genre players such as David Naughton (American Werewolf in London), Sam Raimi, Roger Corman, John Agar (Tarantula), Greg Nicotero, Peter Jason (Prince of Darkness), Charles Napier (Silence of the Lambs), George “Buck” Flower (The Fog), David Warner (Time Bandits), and, er, Twiggy. Musicians Sheena Easton and Deborah Harry also put in memorable screen time, both in the same segment, but not at the same time.


Behind-the-scenes, effects heavyweights Rick Baker, Jim Danforth, and KNB fx marshal the magic, while longtime Carpenter collaborators such as Garry Kibbe (cinematographer), Edward A. Warschilka (editor), and Sandy King (producer and, well, spouse) pull their respective weight.


The script by Billy Brown and Dan Angel proves a mélange of different types of terror, bound by the freewheeling daffiness of the wraparound segments. Carpenter, in addition to providing some of the musical cues, plays our de facto Crypt Keeper host, “The Coroner,” a cadaverous-looking gent in dire need of Oil of Olay and a visit to the local dentist.


Guzzling formaldehyde and spouting one-liners, he scours the morgue for grisly mayhem to fuel his storytelling. It’s clear that Carpenter is enjoying himself under Baker’s latex and his enthusiasm is infectious, setting a tone – both as performer and director – of anticipation and enthusiasm.


******



The first story, “The Gas Station,” is a straightforward thriller, following college student Anne’s (Alex Datcher) first night on the graveyard shift...the same night that a serial killer is announced to be continuing his rampage in the area. She relieves her co-worker Bill (Carradine), who leaves his number just in case anything should happen to go amiss. Well, naturally, amiss things do go, complete with Anne locking herself out of the service booth, dealing with homeless drifters and joyriding couples, and fending off a machete-wielding maniac.


Carpenter does a marvelous job keeping the camera close to his performers, adding to the sense of claustrophobia – as Datcher moves towards the main station in search of the second set of keys, Kibbe follows tightly behind her such that we feel tied to her, but also can’t see what else might be entering the frame. It’s a terrific technique, one of many numerous framing instances and tracking shots which remind us that Ol’ JC still had some gallons in the tank at that point.


There’s no overt comedy, but the cameos (Craven’s is especially delightful) and heightened quality result in a perfect blend of scary fun.


 ******




The hijinks continue in the second segment, “Hair,” as Keach’s successful but follicle-challenged businessman finds himself increasingly obsessed with the ever-thinning mop on top. Despite assurances from his girlfriend (Easton) that he is no less a man, hundreds of dollars are spent on various stimulants, hairstylist appointments, and paraphernalia, trying in vain to keep his vanity intact.


Our hapless hero eventually seeks out a certain Dr. Lock (Warner), whose television commercials promise a successful return of the waxen flaxen salad days of youth. As you can imagine, there are unfortunate side effects that come (or is that comb?) with the treatment.


The real joy here is Keach, dancing the fine line between situational comedy and farce like the seasoned pro he is with Danforth’s stop-motion creatures the icing on the dual-projected cake.



******



Tobe Hooper takes the helm for the final segment, “Eye,” an interesting creative decision considering how different is the tone. One wonders if it was just that Carpenter didn’t feel like covering such grim territory (at least not at that point in time – his later Masters of Horror episodes go far darker), and so enlisted his Texas pal to carry the ball over the proverbial goal line.


Whatever the reason, Hooper does a capable enough job telling the tale of a minor-league ballplayer (Hamill) who loses an eye in an auto accident, then later undergoing a transplant from a mysterious donor. In addition to the mismatched coloring, the new eye appears to see visions from its former owner’s life...and he wasn’t such a nice guy.


Soon, the slugger’s expectant wife (Twiggy) is afraid to make love to him, his darker side becoming more and more prevalent. While lacking the buoyant feel of the first two installments with a correspondingly higher gore quotient, the performances are all uniformly strong, especially Hamill who makes you forget all about Luke SkyWhatshisname. With a bristly mustache and a southern accent, his tightly coiled turn is a marvel to behold. The guy’s got chops, no question about it.




******


Shout! Factory’s special features, as per usual, are well-produced and plentiful. In addition to the original trailer, Carpenter shares the microphone on the alternate audio track with Carradine and Keach for their segments, while esteemed horror journalist Justin Beahm chats with King during Hooper’s story. Carpenter's contributions are laid-back, to say the least, mostly echoing the onscreen action (“Oh, and now she’s going in the door...”) or querying his co-stars about when they first got into acting. Carradine is fairly reserved and dry, while Keach offers a few gems about how he struggled with his own early onset of baldness in his 20s and how his parents would chastise him to “Wear your hairpiece!”


Beahm’s discussion with King is certainly more informative, although they do wander fairly far afield from the film and end up discussing Carpenter’s career as a whole, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing and King is an engaging subject in her own right. There’s also a behind-the-scenes piece, "Unzipping Body Bags," produced and directed by Beahm that delivers more tidbits and insight in its compact 20-minute running time than the full-length audio track, so that might be the first place to stop post-viewing. Perhaps by choice, no one spends a lot of time discussing the fact that we see an awful lot of Mark Hamill’s bottom, and or the fact that Twiggy offers us a Sharon Stone Basic Instinct moment around the 1:20:10 mark.


Body Bags is available November 12, 2013 from Scream Factory, and can be pre-ordered HERE.

http://www.shoutfactory.com/node/218465




--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine 

October Horror Challenge 2013 FINAL RESULTS!!



Howdy folks,

Due to a variety of distractions (starting rehearsals for NOISES OFF at Milwaukee Rep, putting the finishing touches on HIDDEN HORROR), the Doc knew he wasn't going to be able to dedicate himself fully to the task at hand during this most sacred of months. As a result, I opted not to do the full-on Scare-A-Thon treatment this year, but simply to fulfill the basic requirements of the October Horror Challenge as it was writ long ago on the IMDb Horror Message Boards, i.e. "View at least 31 horror movies during the month of October, 16 of which must be first time views." So, that's where we set the bar.

As you can see, I managed to stretch a little further than that (mostly due to the fact that I miscounted my FTVs heading into the final lap and had to knock out two more at the last second), and for the first time in many years, I actually watched a few non-horror efforts during the course of the month.

But the focus was on the fright, so here's the final stats. I'm a little behind on the reviews, but rest assured, they'll be there before long.

33 films / 16 FTVs



1. Phantom of the Paradise (1974) d. De Palma, Brian (USA) (3rd viewing) 92 min.


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2. Harold's Going Stiff (2011) d. Wright, Keith (UK) (1st viewing) 76 min.


 ***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW*** 




3. Monkey's Paw, The (2013) d. Simmons, Brett (USA) (1st viewing) 88 min.


 ***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW*** 




4. Death Weekend (1976) d. Fruet, William (Canada) (1st viewing) 87 min.


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5. At Midnight I'll Take Your Soul (1964) d. Marins, Jose Mojica (Brazil) (2nd viewing) 84 min.


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6. Old Dark House, The (1932) d. Whale, James (USA) (2nd viewing) 72 min.


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7. Trilogy of Terror II (1996) d. Curtis, Dan (USA) (1st viewing) 90 min.


 ***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW*** 




8. Signal, The (2007) d. Bruckner/Gentry/Bush (USA) (2nd viewing) 103 min.


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9. Goldberg & Eisenberg (2013) d. Carmi, Oren (Israel) (1st viewing) 90 min.


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10. American Gothic (1988) d. Hough, John (UK/Canada) (2nd viewing) 90 min.


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11. Rage: Carrie 2, The (1999) d. Shea, Katt (USA) (1st viewing) 103 min.


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12. Final Terror, The (1983) d. Davis, Andrew (USA) (2nd viewing) 84 min.


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13. Living and the Dead, The (2006) d. Rumley, Simon (UK) (2nd viewing) 83 min.


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14. I Spit on Your Grave 2 (2013) d. Monroe, Steven R. (USA) (1st viewing) 106 min.


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15. Nothing Left to Fear (2013) d. Leonardi III, Anthony (USA) (1st viewing) 100 min.


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16. Hidden in the Woods (2012) d. Valladares, Patricio (Chile) (2nd viewing) 98 min.


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17. House on Straw Hill (aka Exposé) (1976) d. Clarke, James Kenelm (UK) (2nd viewing) 84 min.


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18. Carrie (2013) d. Peirce, Kimberly (USA) (1st viewing) 99 min.


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19. Night Monster (1942) d. Beebe, Ford (USA) (2nd viewing) 73 min.







20. Crawlspace (1986) d. Schmoeller, David (USA) (2nd viewing) 80 min.







21. Child's Play (1988) d. Holland, Tom (USA) (4th viewing) 87 min.







22. Slumber Party Massacre, The (1982) d. Jones, Amy Holden (USA) (2nd viewing) 77 min.







23. Possession (1981) d. Zulawski, Andrzej (France) (3rd viewing) 127 min.




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24. TerrorVision (1986) d. Nicolaou, Ted (USA) (3rd viewing) 83 min.







25. Twitch of the Death Nerve (aka Bay of Blood) (1971) d. Bava, Mario (Italy) (2nd viewing) 84 min.







26. Chilling Visions: 5 Senses of Fear (2013) d. Various (USA) (1st viewing) 88 min.


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27. Godsend, The (1980) d. Beaumont, Gabrielle (UK) (1st viewing) 93 min.







28. Outing, The (1987) d. Daley, Tom (USA) (1st viewing) 87 min.






29. Roost, The (2005) d. West, Ti (USA) (1st viewing) 77 min.






30. What's the Matter with Helen? (1971) d. Harrington, Curtis (USA) (2nd viewing) 101 min.






31. Vagrant, The (1992) d. Walas, Chris (USA) (1st viewing) 91 min.






32. Funeral Home (1980) d. Fruet, William (Canada) (1st viewing) 93 min.






33. Baker County U.S.A. (aka Trapped) (1982) d. Fruet, William (Canada) (1st viewing) 95 min.




STATS!
Total Minutes: 2965 min.
Average: 89.85 min.
Longest Day: 10/19 611 min. (7 movies)
Longest Movie: Possession 127 min.
Shortest Movie: The Old Dark House 72 min.
Oldest Movie: The Old Dark House (1932)
Newest Movie: Carrie (2013) 10/18
William Fruet Hat-Trick: Death Weekend, Baker County U.S.A., Funeral Home
Number of Countries Represented: 8 (Chile, USA, Canada, Brazil, UK, Israel, France, Italy)





CIVILIAN:

 

District 9 (2009) d. Blomkamp, Neill (2nd viewing) (New Zealand)





Gravity (2013) d. Cuaron, Alfonso (1st viewing) (USA)





Jonas (2013) d. Rehmeier, Adam (1st viewing) (USA)






Noises Off (1992) d. Bogdanovich, Peter (2nd viewing) (USA)





Wake in Fright (1971) d. Kotcheff, Ted (1st viewing) (Australia)



2013 Totals to date: 258 films, 210 1st time views, 163 horror, 69 cinema

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