Category: Blogtoberfest

Hellraiser  – a horror franchise that really hit the nail into the head.

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I did something in pure service to my Blogtoberfest readers this week. I watched Hellraiser I through IV. I'd seen the first installment, but not in a while. With all my talk of horror franchises lately, I felt compelled to give it another watch and keep going until even Clive Barker had had enough. In … Continue reading Hellraiser  – a horror franchise that really hit the nail into the head.

Cool Weather Comfort Foods that Won’t Make You Fat

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A Blogtoberfest Guest Post by Kaitlyn Pierce, founder of Willow House magazine Fall is a time for sweaters, fires, and packing on the pounds while staying curled up on the couch to indulge in some binge eating and Downton Abby marathons on Netflix. Being pregnant with my second child has made it even more enticing … Continue reading Cool Weather Comfort Foods that Won’t Make You Fat

Freaky Franchise: V/H/S

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Nothing says 'Found Footage has arrived' more than think pieces on the subject, rife with academic genre-speak. Consider this lofty description from Wikipedia: "The film is presented as an anthology of short horror films, built into a frame narrative which acts as its own short horror film. Each short film is linked together with the … Continue reading Freaky Franchise: V/H/S

Blogtoberfest Movie Review: Would You Rather

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Available on Netflix streaming    A dinner party that starts with cocktails and devolves into tableside drownings by barrel. That's the gist of Would You Rather, a horror-thriller starring Brittany Snow and featuring a hodge podge of actors who seem like they'd be fun at an actual dinner party: John Heard, Sasha Grey, Oscar-nominated June … Continue reading Blogtoberfest Movie Review: Would You Rather

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Demons and ghosts and soulless specters glowing eyes, or the great unknown they lurk and frighten, maim or pilfer, sweeping through cold spots or rivers of blood. Victims fall, for two hours or less, inside the cracks of dark twisted plots. They get in their scrapes for failure to look; leaping past doorjambs with nary … Continue reading Poem.