Showing posts with label NEW ZINE REVIEW. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NEW ZINE REVIEW. Show all posts

Saturday, September 24, 2016

'HORRORVILLE' - A NEW MONSTER 'ZINE

 
HORRORVILLE
Vol. 1 No. 1
August-November 2016
Publisher: Future Publishing
Editor: Will Salmon
Pages: 116

I tell you, those Brits and their monster magazines. If it isn't enough with THE DARK SIDE, WE BELONG DEAD, SCREAM, SPACE MONSTERS, CLASSIC MONSTERS OF THE MOVIES and others, now comes HORRORVILLE. The first issue has rolled of the chopping block and washed up on the shores of the States. Are we ready for another?

Presented by TOTAL FILM magazine and called the sister magazine of SFX (all from the UK super publisher, Future Publishing), Will Salmon says in his editorial that HORRORVILLE "came out of a desire to make a horror magazine that we really hadn't seen before...We wanted to make a modern magazine, one that celebrates the genre's rich past, but is more focused on the present and future."

True to his word, this first quarterly issue is brimming with the stuff that modern nightmares are made of. A survey of just some of the film titles covered here are: OUIJA, THE WHITE COFFIN, BLAIR WITCH, THE GIRL WITH ALL THE GIFTS, DON'T BREATHE and a list of 50 MUST-SEE HORROR MOVIES.

Out of the gate HORRORVILLE is smart, slick and visually appealing. The writing is intelligent and the graphics and page layouts are some of the best I've seen in a horror 'zine in a long time.

If there is one sticking point, it's the overwhelming $15.99 cover price. Even at a quarterly pace that's a little steep, especially when you can buy entire books for less.  Still, HORROVILLE is impressive in its debut and it's worth a look ... and maybe even your money.



Saturday, February 13, 2016

WE BELONG DEAD NO. 17 REVIEWED


WE BELONG DEAD
Volume 1 No. 17
Autumn 2015
Buzzy-Krotik Productions
Editor: Eric McNaughton
http://webelongdead.co.uk/

Fans of horror films lost an icon last year with the passing of Sir Christopher Lee, the last of the prominent actors to emerge from the 1950s resurgence of monster movies. During his long acting career, Lee was not limited to just playing vampires and mummies. For example, he played a James Bond nemesis and, most recently, while in his nineties, enjoyed another taste of fame as Saruman, the evil wizard in the Tolkein epic film series.

Not surprisingly, besides being noted by the media in general, monster magazines responded by lauding the life and accomplishments of this one-of-a-kind, fine British actor. In particular, Eric McNaughton payed one of the best tributes to Lee that I have so far come across in his excellent print and digital magazine, WE BELONG DEAD (Number 17, Autumn 2015).

McNaughton and his talented staff, lead by designer Steve Kirkham, have devoted an entire issue to the horror film icon. That it is from Lee's home country is only fitting.

Leading off is a lengthy overview of Lee's participation with Amicus Productions, "The Studio That Dripped Blood". Who can forget the photo shown in nearly every monster magazine at the time of the fear-stricken Lee behind the wheel, gasping in horror at a disembodied hand that surely has malign intentions?

Next is a surprise look back at the obscure 1967 UK non-horror film, NIGHT OF THE BIG HEAT (know by the incredible title of ISLAND OF THE BURNING DAMNED in the US). This Terence Fisher-directed drama shows that Lee was not limited to Hammer horror roles and showed his versatility as an actor.

The list of tributes goes on: Stephen Mosley writes about Lee's role in RASPUTIN, THE MAD MONK, Ian Taylor re-examines Lee in TO THE DEVIL ... A DAUGHTER, John Llwellyn Probert covers the enduring Lee/Cushing collaborations, Matthew E. Banks discusses Lee's late-in-life acting revival playing Saruman in the LORD OF THE RINGS series -- and on it goes for 100 pages of thoughtful and heartfelt remembrances.

The neatly done page design, crisp text and well laid out graphics makes for an overall enjoyable reading experience. All of this is book-ended with excellent cover art by Paul Watts, David Brooks, Mark Maddox and Joseph Davis. In my opinion, there is absolutely nothing to criticize about this issue. It is superb from cover to cover.

I am in agreement with McNaughton that Sir Christopher was the last of the great horror stars, We may have a handful of contemporary actors enjoying fame in the "modern" era (Robert Englund and Bruce Campbell immediately come to mind), but none can surpass the pure quality of entertainment that Lee, along with Cushing and Price, gave us for many years.

MONSTER MAGAZINE WORLD gives WE BELONG DEAD its highest recommendation. Go HERE for more information and ordering.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

SHOCK CREATURES NO. 1 REVIEWED


Is it just me, or does it seem that the "commercial" (a.k.a. newsstand/bookstore) monster magazine is sputtering a bit? No less overall well-produced, but the general content seems, well, tiresome. Two of the most erudite titles, VIDEO WATCHDOG and DIABOLIQUE, seem to have stalled, and others have extended their subject matter into areas that have a marginal monster content.

"Semi-pro" and privately-published monster 'zines are visibly slowing as well. UNDYING MONSTERS has apparently died, MIDNIGHT MARQUEE finally "pulled the leever" after publishing for decades, and Jim Clatterbaugh's preeminent MONSTERS FROM THE VAULT is soon taking its final carriage to Borgo Pass. I shudder to think when Richard Klemensen announces LITTLE SHOPPE OF HORRORS' last run.

Then, all of sudden, from the broken battlements rises a new 'zine, SHOCK CREATURES!. Accompanied by not one, but two subtitles -- "The First Classic Horror Magazine in Shocking Color...And Atmospheric Black and White", and "The Magazine of Monsters, Mavericks and Madmen!" -- it is edited and published by Mirek Lipinski. No stranger to the subject of monsters and horror films, Mr. Lipinski is offering readers a closer look into the SHOCK THEATER era of the late 1950s through the 1960s.

After shelling out $14.21 US ($12 for the magazine and $2.11 for shipping) I received my print-on-demand copy, as promised, within a few days after ink was put to paper. It arrived from the San Francisco-based self-publishing imprint -- blurb -- slipped into nothing more than a clear magazine sleeve with a backer board, sealed with an adhesive flap, with a shipping label slapped on. Thank God my postman was in a good mood that day and didn't jam it into the mailbox like he often does with my "worthless" photography magazines and my ARIZONA HIGHWAYS.

SHOCK CREATURES is a beautifully-produced magazine. The photos are crisp and sharp and the color saturation, especially on the posters, is cranked up to "lurid". The content varies in scope and depth from "Double Bill Nightmares", which covers Lugosi's THE APE and THE LONDON BLACKOUT MURDERS, to an article covering the history of the famed Shock Monster mask, to the atmosphere promised on the cover, a two-page spread of a rooftop scene from Universal's 1932 MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE. Taking up half the page count are a reprint of Robert W. Chambers' weird fiction classic, "The Yellow Sign", and a 12-page pre-code story from the horror comic, ADVENTURES INTO THE UNKNOWN. While I don't mind a reprint here and there, I kinda do mind that they are readily available from a variety of sources and take up such a big part of the issue. Still, if you haven't had the fortune of reading either one (especially Chambers' legendary story), here's a good place to do it. Lipinski's two-page introduction to this, the first issue, is learned and well-articulated, and I hope that this the general tone and philosophy that continues.

So, is SHOCK CREATURES worth the trouble? Yes it is! I would get going and order your copy soon, as this first collector's edition is promoted as being limited to only 300 copies. After that, the press shuts down until the next issue. And I do hope there is an issue #2 of this promising new magazine! Click HERE to order.




Friday, January 23, 2015

'THE CREEPS' NO. 1 REVIEWED


I hold in my hands the first issue of "Warrant Company's" homage to Warren Publications, entitled, aptly enough, THE CREEPS. Okay, here goes -- Scraggy, drippy cover logo? Check! Image of The Old Creep in the upper left corner for easy spotting on a cramped newsstand shelf? Check! Cover painting by a notable Warren alumnus? Check! Contents page formatted as a dead-ringer for vintage CREEPY and EERIE magazines? Double check! Stories and artwork as good as the classics? Well ... read on and I'll tell you.

Subtitled, "All New Tales in the Warren Tradition!", THE CREEPS is the latest addition to the venerable illustrated horror anthology market. Magazine-sized, but comic book length (issue #2 promises to be 52 pages instead of 36), it's the brain child of one Richard Sala. Writing as "Artie Goodwin", another homage, this time to the late Archie Goodwin, author of countless stories for the Warren titles, and sharing the illustration chores with a host of other artists including Rich Buckler and Joe Rubenstein, Sala has wrangled a pretty good first effort.

Upon opening the 'zine the reader is drawn instantly back to the storied past of the original Warren series of "illustrated fear" with an inside front cover page take on "Loathsome Lore", this time titled "The Old Creep's Historic Horrors" (a tale of the succubus drawn by Frank Brunner), and the aforementioned contents page that's designed about as close to CREEPY's original contents page as one can get. There's even an anti-smoking ad to be found like the type that were often seen in the Warren 'zines (remember Frazetta's half-pager?).




So, how does THE CREEPS measure up to its predecessors? The artwork, while mostly lacking the skill of say, an Angelo Torres or Al Williamson, thankfully avoids the tiresome, never-ending trend of the angular style of comic art introduced in the 1990's by the likes of the late Michael J. Turner and Todd McFarlane and that morphed into the school of slick realism a la Alex Ross. Over all, the work here is at least average and often above, albeit with a tendency toward a certain lack of anatomical symmetry and awkward foreshortening that pervades in several instances. Still, I'd have to say that the artwork is at least on par with the folks over at Dark Horse, who currently have the rights to the Warren illustrated material.

It appears that Sala writes all the stories under his nom de plume of Artie Goodwin. His own illustrated story, "Vengeance!" has a Frazetta/Wrightson-inspired look, and Rich Buckler's "Castle of Doom" conjures up a tip of the brush to Wally Wood, including a splash page layout panel that replaces Woody's obligatory maiden's bare backside with that of a horse (!). All have the EC comics trademark of the twist ending that succeeds in varying degrees.

The verdict? THE CREEPS tries hard to uphold the legendary legacy of Warren's horror comics empire -- and early indications suggest that it will. I'm anxious to see what's ahead. Could a future issue even find the reader flipping through the back pages, shopping for monster goodies to order from "Capstone Company"? Only time will tell. In the meantime, you can order your issue of THE CREEPS right HERE. Heh! Heh!

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

WE BELONG DEAD FEARBOOK: THE BEST OF ISSUES 1-8


The thing I like most about Eric McNaughton -- who is the genius behind of one of the best classic horror "fanzines" I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon -- is his honesty. In his forward to the long-winded but comprehensively descriptive THE OFFICIAL WE BELONG DEAD FEARBOOK: THE BEST OF ISSUES 1-8, 1993-1997, Eric 'fesses up by saying he does it all for nostalgia. 

Here, I'll let him tell you: "Like many readers I grew up in the 70s. I'd be hard pushed to pinpoint my first monster memory but it was one of three things - discovering Denis Gifford's wonderful Pictorial History of Horror Movies book; accidentally stumbling across the first issue of MONSTER MAG on the comic book rack of our local newsagents and persuading my mum to buy it for me; and seeing the box for the Aurora Glow in the Dark model kit for Phantom of the Opera." Now, I came in on the first wave of monster madness a generation sooner than that youngster Mr. McNaughton, but the galvanizing moments he describes here can be told thousands of times over by any number of Monster Kids during any period of the 50-plus-year chronology of Shock Theater, monster magazines, and the revival of the classic monsters who thrilled an altogether different generation from a quarter-century before. And just for example, my experience went similarly -- like this: I got Carlos Clarens' A Pictorial History of the Horror Film for a Christmas gift in 1965; my Dad finally caved and let me buy FAMOUS MONSTERS OF FILMLAND #31 from the newsstand that held up one wall outside the Owl/Rexall Drug Store off Sherman Way in the San Fernando Valley (that's Karloffornia to those in the know); and, just a year or so before after being introduced to monster movies by watching Universal's DRACULA for the first time on TV, building my first Aurora monster model, The Mummy (followed quickly thereafter by The Wolf Man, then Dracula). So, you see, there is something -- okay, I'll go ahead and say it -- universal about getting bit by the monster bug, isn't there?

So enough nostalgia already, what's this "Fearbook" thing have to offer, anyway? Once you start looking, turns out plenty. McNaughton primes us for what lies ahead with a capsule summary and index about each of the issues that are represented in this massive, 120-page tome of terror. For example . . . are you ready? Here goes: Celluloid Horrors: A Look at the Fun and Frustration of Collecting Horror on 16mm & Super 8, a career retrospective of Paul Naschy,  the silent film versions of DR. JEKYLL & MR. HYDE, a review of FREAKS and Lon Chaney's THE PENALTY, a look (and I mean look) at Ingrid Pitt: The Queen of Hammer, Poe . . . On the Cheap (the Corman series), a history of Amicus horror anthologies, TV Horror, a feature on the sexy vampire shocker VAMPYRES, Val Lewton remembered, Teenage Terrors of the 1950s, Tigon Terrors, and, quite aptly, a short essay by editor McNaughton entitled, Those Were the Good Old Days, Need I go on? The parade of monster goodness oozing from this 'zine is virtually endless (there's a pull quote for you if there ever was one, Eric!).

Some of you may be asking by now: "Why all the enthusiasm for this monster magazine from the UK?" Well, I'll tell ya why -- because it's damn good. And anyone who wants to find out where WBD came from -- and why you should keep buying it now that it's being published again, should buy this Fearbook. I guarantee it does just what Eric says -- provide a good healthy dose of monster nostalgia. And it's all put together in a palatable modern package, so even those of you who say "Feh!" to the "old stuff" can enjoy it, too. You can't go wrong here, folks. Buy WE BELONG DEAD by clicking on the link on the sidebar to your right.

Friday, January 17, 2014

DIABOLIQUE NO. 18


In his foreward to Kim Newman's fastidious book, Apocalypse Movies: End of the World Cinema (St. Martin's Griffen, 2000), David J. Schow opines that, in the case of horror and science-fiction genre, "giant, radioactive, skyscraper-eating monsters were not the problem. Goo-faced nuclear mutants were not the problem. The real evil, it seemed to me, even at age ten, was Politics -- the cause of all those Final Conflicts." Schow goes on to explain that: "In movie after movie, politics and politicians were the real monsters the ones culpable for atomically flushing the whole planet, thereby enabling all those giant bugs and post-apocalyptic wastelands. In many a film blaming the Bomb, politicians were the ones whose squabbles caused them to start stabbing big red buttons and upsetting property values worldwide ..." It is perceptive, then, for DIABOLIQUE -- in light of the post-tsunami Fukushima nuclear plant meltdown coinciding with a sort of New Wave of post-apocalyptic films and TV shows led by the ever-popular THE WALKING DEAD -- to produce a themed-issue that re-examines this film making niche.

Leading off the issue is a look at the late, great Richard Matheson's enduring tale of survival, I Am Legend. The novel, which has so far been filmed three times, is his earliest in his cycle of books, stories and screenplays that are infused with the common thread of Cold War paranoia of the kind that held the denizens of this planet on the edge of fear for decades in the 1950's and 1960's. I remember well the "drop drills" that were called by my Elementary School teachers, as well as the regular "fire drill" evacuations. This came at the same time when every morning before school started, the flag was raised and the Pledge of Allegiance was recited outside by the entire school. No one was there to dispute or question what the phrase "under God" meant or why it was included, but every time you watched one of Schow's "goo-faced mutants" or "giant bugs" on Chiller or Science Fiction Theater on the weekends, one had to wonder, what was God thinking? Matheson admitted that there was a reason his family teased him with the moniker, "Mr. Paranoia": "My theme in those (early) years was of a man -- isolated and alone, and assaulted on all sides by everything you could imagine." Matheson's work stood tall in those days, alongside his peers Rod Serling, Charles Beaumont and George Clayton Johnson, and his "paranoid" vision still resonates today.

To say that Harlan Ellison is a cutting edge author is a bit of an understatement. While we don't hear too much from him today, in his prime there wasn't a more outspoken, angry writer on the edge than him. I had the fortune of meeting Mr. Ellison briefly years ago in a Santa Monica, CA bookstore called A Change of Hobbit (and, according to the business card, run by Sherry Gottlieb, The Hobbitch!) just at the time I was immersed in his fantastic double-volume diatribe against television, appropriately titled The Glass Teat, which I would follow up shortly with his double-volume paperbacks of sci-fi death rays, Again Dangerous Visions. Being a person who happens to respect a celebrity's privacy, I only spoke with him long enough to let him know I was a fan, coincidentally reading one of his books, and respected his work. He was appreciative and I learned in that moment that I would never make a living as one of the paparazzi. Re-reading some of his commentary that was originally published in the late-60's by the Los Angeles Free Press, I can see where Stephen King may have gotten some of the voice for his narrative swagger.

One of Ellison's stories made it to the silver screen in 1975, a novella entitled A Boy and His Dog. Labeled as a "post-apocalyptic" tale, it is noted for an early role by Don Johnson, who would later go on to woo the ladies (Melanie Griffith, in particular) as Detective Sonny Crockett in Michael Mann's hit TV series, MIAMI VICE. A few years later, another violent tale set in a dehumanized wasteland called MAD MAX would borrow heavily from visuals and art direction in A BOY AND HIS DOG. I saw it when it first ran in theaters and was left a little dazed ... in a 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY kind of way. In other words, I wasn't expecting the violence or the misogyny (I didn't have a word like this in my vocabulary back then, but it more than fits now). A few years before, A CLOCKWORK ORANGE stunned viewers with it's sex and violence, but they were expecting it because of the pre-release media hype. A BOY AND HIS DOG came in under the radar, however. Remember, this was back in the day when all you had was TV and print media. Today, you can create a buzz around any movie just by designing a trailer to "go viral" on YouTube. Directed by L. Q. Jones, A BOY AND HIS DOG nevertheless has been an influence on The Cinema of Dystopia.

The rest of issue #18 of DIABOLIQUE is filled out with articles on writers David Moody and Rob Guillory (creator of the award-winning comic book, CHEW), fantasy-artist-turned-Zombie King Arthur Suydam, and special effects artist, Remy Couture. Thus far in its short existence, DIABOLIQUE has eschewed the DVD and film review columns that many of its competitors choose to include, and instead relies on the feature content for its criticism.

While politics may play a major role in apocalyptic cinema, I would have to say that natural disasters have also caused plenty of on-screen havoc that have led to the dystopian wastelands depicted in the movies. DIABOLIQUE, through its thoughtful and incisive writers have dissected the topic and opened it up to reveal a multifaceted genre that is perhaps even more relevant today than in the Cold War era.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

FANGORIA NO. 329 / RUE MORGUE NO. 140


"In those days, nobody was thinking of a legacy." -- William Friedkin on The Exorcist

GOSH, IT SEEMS HARD TO IMAGINE that it's been 40 years since I stood in a line that snaked around the block, waiting for the movie at a Westwood, CA theater that would later become known as "The Scariest Movie Ever Made". After all these years, just thinking about some of the scenes from that film evoke a time-diluted, but nevertheless still-present frisson of dread. I think you would agree that very few other films from that long ago or longer -- if any -- still have that kind of power. Consequently, I do not hesitate when I say that THE EXORCIST (1973) is, for me, the most frightening movie I've ever seen.

It seems only natural then, that two of the premier commercially-printed monster magazines devote a substantial page count to it. And, after years of magazine articles, movie reviews, and volumes of criticism, there is still more to be discussed about the movie that shakes many people to the core of their spiritual beliefs, and challenges their reluctance to accept the concept of evil.


Chris Alexander's FANGORIA #329 begins its celebration of the recent 40th Anniversary Blu-ray release of THE EXORCIST in typical style with a front cover photo of the possessed Regan staring balefully at the reader, soaked in her infamous "pea soup" vomit. Alexander comes from THE OMEN generation, but he nevertheless fully acknowledges the importance  of THE EXORCIST in cinema history and its impact. Shade Rupe's interview with Director William Friedkin is the centerpiece of the issue. The chapter on THE EXORCIST in Friedkin's recently published autobiography is titled, "The Mystery of Faith". During the interview, Friedkin explains this concept and how it influenced the making of the film: "People have been, over the centuries, willing to give up their lives for these [religious] teachings. We will never have a personal experience of them, yet they come to us and we absorb them, and often we find ourselves following them. That, to me, is the mystery of faith, and it joins all the other mysteries of the universe." He goes on to say that we are "fascinated by something we have little or no evidence of, but that we continue to seek. I find faith to be an eternal mystery."

Also discussed is lost and recovered footage from the film over the years, as well as the recent film festival showing of his director's cut of SORCERER, starring Roy (JAWS) Scheider, which has so far played to exuberant  SRO audiences (it will be available on DVD in April of this year). Mention is also made of the notorious "ripped from the headlines" gay serial killer thriller, CRUISING, starring Al Pacino, which FANGORIA intends on expanding on in a later issue.

Included are a number of other interesting articles and features that FANGORIA can be counted on in each and every issue. For example, I was surprised to learn that producer Steven-Charles Jaffe is filming a documentary on the master of graveyard humor and long-time PLAYBOY cartoonist, Gahan Wilson. There is a short essay, Where are the Wolves?, by Craig Anderson, lamenting the short-shrift that our canine cousins have been getting in the media over the years. It was also nice to see Bill Mohally recognized for his many years of work behind the scenes as art director for not only FANGORIA, but also for his days at Warren Publishing. Mohally is largely responsible for "the look" of FANGORIA, and has been since issue #27. Greg Nicotero, genius makeup artist and producer of the hit TV series, THE WALKING DEAD, Night of the Living Dead author John Russo, and OMEN II's Elizabeth Shephard are all interviewed in yet another issue of FANGORIA that's brimming with enough meat for any monster to sink it's teeth into.


"I painstakingly almost made it as a documentary of the actual 1949 exorcism case that occurred in Silver Spring, Maryland, that involved a fourteen-year-old boy." -- William Friedkin on THE EXORCIST


The other Alexander -- David -- and his magazine, RUE MORGUE, take a similar track in issue #140, by also interviewing director William Friedkin for a 40-year take on THE EXORCIST. Freidkin expounded on the idea of the continuous battle of good against evil and it's unconscious effects on society and faith. He also spoke aboit the opening sequence of the film, and how it was nearly cut out. I, for one, am thankful, because that is one of my favorite scenes in the movie. "They wanted to drop it back then," Friedkin explains. "Even Blatty's own publisher wanted to cut the prologue from the novel because they didn't understand it. Warner certainly didn't want me to film it , let alone travel to Northern Iraq to film it. I decided to shoot it because I felt that sequence set the whole mood and tone of the film with very little dialogue. It acts as a portent or forewarning of Merrin's future -- and ultimately fatal -- confrontation with the demon, and also establishes this overriding sense of a mystical, eternal evil." Freidkin also dispels the so-called "curse" surrounding the making of the film. He acknowledges that some strange things occurred, but says he had nothing to do with hyping the film in this way. He names actress Helen Burstyn as among the perpetrators, however.  After a showing at the Smithsonian last October, as well as its induction in the U.S. Library of Congress, Blatty and Friedkin's THE EXORCIST will be preserved for generations. Makes one wonder if the Devil made them do it?

Included in this issue is a feature on the making of a bit of an unrecognized horror gem, THE SERPENT AND THE RAINBOW (1988). I have watched this film numerous times, and while in several places it strays from the original (the bad guy character played by Zakes Mokae is not in the Wade Davis non-fiction book, for instance), it nevertheless tells a gripping story. Director Wes Craven relates the sometimes harrowing adventures that the actors and crew had trying to get this movie filmed. For example, they had to flee Haiti to the Dominican Republic or be overcome by a mob who obviously didn't care who they were and what they were doing. The practice of Voodoo, it seems, is still a powerful religion, as well as a political tool.

This latest issue of RUE MORGUE is filled out with its other features and columns that make it one of the "go-to" monster mags for the latest 411 in fear.

It's hard to compare the two magazines, and there is certainly not one that is better than the other in terms of overall quality. FANGO is a bit pricey at $10.99, but has about 20 more pages than RUE MORGUE. RM uses heavier stock paper, but FANGO boasts more content. Either way you slash it, I recommend either -- or both -- of these magazines for a double-dose of monster goodness.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

WE BELONG DEAD NO. 11


AND HERE WE HAVE ALREADY another issue of WE BELONG DEAD . . . and that is not a bad thing at all! Editor and Publisher Eric McNaughton has apparently been riding the wave of inspiration with a fusillade of monster goodness from “across the pond”. While the focus is on Hammer and other UK productions it is not myopically British, and includes material from the US, and indeed, anywhere else in the world where there is something of value to say about horror film history.

WBD is a fan magazine, and many of its articles are written from a fan’s perspective, which do not at all diminish its effectiveness and only illustrate the zeitgeist of the world in which the horror fan lives. But make no mistake, the ‘zine is capable of also serving up scholarly and learned material as well.



In “Confessions of a Hammer Lover”, Matt Gemmell shares his affection of Hammer films with WBD readers reminiscing about his personal history with the UK monster industry giant. Like many ‘a Monster Kid from the States who were similarly (and more than willingly) initiated by the Shock Theater TV package, he recounts his own exhilaration with watching Hammer films as a youngster and how they affected him throughout his life. The analogue is easily perceived and serves to only further liberate this unique pop culture phenomena from the insular to the international.

The “Keep My Top-Loader Open” Department offers up a review of GRAVE OF THE VAMPIRE, one of those films that can be categorized as marginally-watchable, but nevertheless still maintains a nostalgic cult following. The main talking point here is the opening sequence, where, in a typical Drive-In trope, the vampire kills the boyfriend and then has its way with the girlfriend. In this case, it is taken to an extreme, and instead of being carried off to the monster’s lair, the girlfriend is raped in the vampire’s open grave. The suckling on blood instead of milk scene is another 70’s “shocker” that is still discussed today by critics. Columnist Julian Hobbs does a good job himself in milking whatever is worthy to be unearthed in GRAVE OF THE VAMPIRE without falling into the familiar pitfall of turning a film into the proverbial silk purse by way of sentimentality.

Another personal reminisce is told by Peter Benassi in his “An Homage to The House of Hammer Magazine”. In 1976, the first issue of House of Hammer hit the newsstands. Published by überfan Dez Skin, it went on to a measured popularity with Hammer film fans. Benassi recounts the joy of the original run’s 23 issues and its lackluster return in 1982. He gives an often-heard reason from a monster fan that has roots in the classic (Hammer) years of horror cinema: “…the old magic was gone, sadly. Admittedly, we were in an entirely different era with any trend-setting horror films few and far between so it wasn’t exactly the fault of the magazine itself. During this period, we were being saturated with slasher films, video nasties and other 80s cinema shenanigans.”

Next up is WBD editor Eric McNaughton’s “Afternoon Tea with a Horror Icon”. Clearly, this is a scoop of an interview with Hammer Films Hottie and perennial fan-favorite (for obvious reasons), Caroline Munroe. I, myself, was smitten with Miss Munroe when I first saw her as Margiana in Ray Harryhausen’s THE GOLDEN VOYAGE OF SINBAD (1973). How could any red-blooded male forget her scene with John Philip Law’s Sinbad, dark hair streaming, speaking in an exotic accent and ample bosom heaving under the firelight in her wispy eastern garb? Along with Harryhausen’s exquisite animation (which I was experimenting with myself at the time), Munroe was a major reason why I stayed in the Hollywood theater for a second viewing! Munroe she speaks fondly of her work on the film, saying outright that she “loved doing it”. She also mentions that Tom Baker, who played the villain, Khoura, was selected for the role of the fourth Doctor Who as a result of being spotted in GOLDEN VOYAGE OF SINBAD. When asked about Harryhausen, she has this to say: “He was on the set all the time and I became a close friend of his. And I loved him and I miss him so much. I see his daughter and she comes down from Scotland and we go out and have a little girlie dinner. I miss him very much.” McNaughton conducts an excellent interview as he facilitates what must have been an extremely pleasurable conversation. Kudos also to Caroline Munroe who obviously enjoys her notoriety from this era, recognizes that her career is sustained largely by her past accomplishments, and embraces it instead of marginalizing or outright shunning it like we have seen so many other actors do.

Further on in the issue, Richard Gladman interviews another Hammer Hottie, Madeline Smith. A revered personality canonized in the halls of “Hammer Glamour”, she began her career in modelling, and, despite the demure attitude she professes seen in one of the special features on the recently-released Blu-ray of Hammer’s THE VAMPIRE LOVERS, the large-eyed Smith is nevertheless seen quite often in provocative publicity poses showing more than enough cleavage to satisfy any vampire. The interview focuses on her recollections from some of the notable horror films she has played in over the years, beginning with TASTE THE BLOOD OF DRACULA. As for her role in THE VAMPIRE LOVERS, she remembers Ingrid Pitt as being “formidable, but lovely to me” and Director Roy Ward Baker, who “cajoled a performance from me that nobody could have imagined.”

The issue goes on with a veritable parade of pleasing features, including remembrances of Ray Harryhausen (by film historian Tony Earnshaw) and Richard Matheson, a comparison of Joan Crawford’s TROG and Rick Baker’s SHLOCK, Hammer’s Mummy movies, collecting classic horror and sci-fi movie books, the Hammer Karnstein film trilogy, Mexican vampires, and tons more.

For all the reverie regarding Hammer films, the gem of the issue is about a movie rooted in Hollywood and directed by a Czech. However, it does star a very famous British actor and it is all the better for it. Matthew E. Banks’ retrospective, “The Black Cat: Re-examining a Horror Classic” delves deep into the perverse psyche of this unquestionably bizarre entry in Universal’s classic era of the 1930’s. Subtitled, “A Catalogue of Satanism, Sadism, Homoerotica, Necrophilia and Murder”, THE BLACK CAT (Universal, 1934) is not a “monster movie” at all in the conventional sense, and instead relies on the characteristics of the human monster and the limits of grief, guilt and suffering – along with a generous dose of the dark side of human nature. The film exudes decadence, and for good reason. Director Edward G. Ulmer, co-writing the film treatment with mystery author Peter Ruric, derived his inspiration from Polish decadent fantasist and mystic, Gustav Meyrink, author of Der Golem (1915), which Paul Wegener filmed as an early silent (Ulmer worked on the film as well, helping to design the sets). Along with Hanns Heinz Ewers, author of Alraune (a 1911 entry in the Frankenstein cycle that tells of the creation of a homunculus by fertilizing the womb of a prostitute with the semen of an executed murderer) and Karl Hans Strobl (a prolific writer of schauerromanen influenced by Poe and contemporary Ewers, and who later became a supporter of the Nazi party), Meyrink is the most notable of the Germanic supernatural and weird fiction writers. Once a member of the elite secret occult organization, The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, Meyrink immersed himself in the European mysticism and metaphysics that had its golden age during the mid-to late 1800’s, the same period that the Decadent and Symbolist movement in art and literature flourished. Ulmer capitalized on Meyrink’s perverse and unholy themes and turned one of his film’s subplots from diabolism into outright Satanism. THE BLACK CAT, even though once removed from its Universal gothic brethren of the times, transcends the comparative triteness of mere scary monsters into a world of true horror and human debasement. Themes of transgression and subversion abound in THE BLACK CAT. For instance, elements of homoeroticism in the film – both left in and edited out – are discussed using references by author David Skal, who has a knack for trolling through film history for these examples. Although other actors were considered, Karloff and Lugosi could not have been better choices for the two lead roles. Overlooking the usual (and thankfully brief) comic relief sequences that were needlessly added into otherwise serious horror films, THE BLACK CAT is infused with a dreamlike, no nightmare-like quality that at least equals Carl Dreyer’s celebrated horror fantasy, VAMPYR (1932), released just two years before. The essay is well-researched and written, but contains some errors. For instance, the spelling of author Gustav “Meyrinck”, while a being possible alternative, is more commonly spelled, “Meyrink”. Also, the reference to “Alister Crowley” is misspelled from Greg Mank’s source and quotation and carried on into the narrative – the correct spelling of the man’s name who was known for a time in the British press as “The Wickedest Man in the World” (and who, like Meyrink, was a member of The Golden Dawn) is “Aleister” Crowley. All things considered, Matthew E. Banks’ erudite and thoughtful work would not be lost in the running for a spot on the “Best Magazine Article” ballot of this year’s provincial but prestigious Rondo Awards.

I mentioned that WBD is a fan magazine. While this may be largely true, great care is evident in its production. The design, layouts, and reproduction make it a cut above rival publications. With a few issues under its belt, there is a sense of new life to WE BELONG DEAD, and considering the depth of material covered in each issue, I guarantee it is well worth your purchase. Click on the WE BELONG DEAD cover image on the sidebar for ordering information.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

PHANTOM OF THE MOVIES' VIDEOSCOPE NO. 88


BILLED AS THE "Fall Horror Harvest Edition", The Phantom's quarterly magazine of cover-to-cover, wall-to-wall DVD reviews delivers, with a few articles and interviews stuck in here and there just to round things out to an even roar. As advertised, this issue -- as well as the many that have come before it -- features more than 80 (yes, that's eight - oh) new genre reviews. That is more than enough movie reviews to take care of several evenings of before-bed reading for any monster.

Interviewed are the Soska Sisters of Twisted Twins Productions, whose latest co-directed effort, AMERICAN MARY, is making a bit of a splash on the bloodbath film circuit. After being taken under the tutoring wing of Eli Roth (you devil, you!), Jen and Silvia seem to delight in their sudden notoriety. But make no mistake -- they're not just stumbling through their career. Underneath those cute Bettie Page bangs and retro polka-dots they mean deadly business.

Also interviewed is Malcom McDowell, who offers up a bit of an overview of his film career to Scott Voisin. As crazy as he may act onscreen sometimes, Mr. McDowell reveals himself (at least here) to be a level-headed, serious actor.

Mr. Ubiquitous, Tom Weaver, comes off the film sprocket again with yet another obscure tidbit -- a retrospective of Harry Essex's 1971 OCTAMAN! Don't you be laughing now -- The Pus-man is one cool critter and the movie is not half bad . . . okay, three quarters bad.

Over the last couple of years or so, I have exchanged correspondence with one of VIDEOSCOPE's perennial contributors, Tim Ferrante. Tim's a very nice guy and I enjoy bantering back and forth with him on varied things. His interview with "Giallo Gal", Adrienne Larussa this issue came from the most unlikeliest events: He was selling a movie poster for the Pakistani version of the 1971 Lucio Fulci, BEATRICE CENCI (U.S.-dubbed title, CONSPIRACY OF TORTURE) on eBay. Turns out the buyer was Miss Larussa herself! Ferrante has scored a major, if somewhat accidental, scoop here. Even Tom Weaver couldn't have pulled this one off!

I don't have any qualms at all about recommending VIDEOSCOPE. Its floppy color covers and pulp paper insides (clear type, though!) make it less than pretentious, but the very reasonable $5.95 cover price won't put you in the poor house. That makes me a regular buyer. You should be one, too.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

CLASSIC IMAGES NO. 460


Marching inexorably to its 460th issue, CLASSIC IMAGES shows no signs of wearing out. Included this issue are two excellent articles on actor Robert Rockwell and the noted Hollywood portrait photographer, George Hurrell.

Robert Rockwell (b. 1920 - d. 2003) had a long career acting in both the movies and television. He was so identified with "Mr. Boynton" on Our Miss Brooks that it was difficult for him to land any serious dramatic roles afterwards. He was the forest ranger at the crash site in the original THE WAR OF THE WORLDS and played Superman's father, Jor-El, on the TV series, both uncredited. He also appeared in a string of classic shows like The Lone Ranger, Sky King, Tales of Wells Fargo (one of my favorite Westerns), Gale Storm, Loretta Young, Yancy Derringer (another favorite Western of mine), Surfside 6, and Maverick.

Rockwell spent a year at Republic Pictures. He relates the tale of penny-pinching studio owner Herbert Yates: "I enjoyed my year at Republic, but Yates was probably one of the biggest cheapskates who ever lived . . . Yates said to me, 'You're wearing the same suits too often [on camera]. I'll have the producer go downtown with you and get a couple more.' That sounded fine, so we got the suits. Well, lo and behold, I came to find out in my next paycheck that Yates was taking out money towards the cost of those two suits." Despite his "garnished" wages, Republic's THE BLONDE BANDIT, co-starring with Dorothy Patrick, was a break-out film of sorts. He also acknowledges the irony of inflation: "For Adventures of Superman, I had the dubious honor of playing the role of Jor-El, Superman's father . . . perhaps one day's work. I received $50 for doing that; whereas, 25 years later, Marlon Brando, playing the same character for about ten minutes in the Christopher Reeve feature version, got $35 million."

In his review of Mark A. Vieira's second book on George Hurrell, George Hurrell's Hollywood: Glamour Portraits, 1925-1992, David Chierichetti makes a point that is hard to deny: "Think of a movie-star portrait from Hollywood's Golden Era -- Joan Crawford, Clark Gable, Jane Russell, Robert Taylor, Jean Harlow, Norma Shearer. If it was glossy, sexy, and captivating, it probably was made by George Hurrell." He goes on to declare Hurrell as "the supreme creator of the Hollywood glamour portrait." After gazing at the two-dozen or so sample photographs of his prolific work that accompany this article, anybody (including me) with any kind of appreciation for photography, beauty, and the interaction of each, will be left amazed.

As an amateur photographer myself, I am struck by the fantastic lighting that he was able to achieve (he developed and retouched his own work) and the images, frozen in time, that are all instantaneously indelible. There is a movement in the world of photography these days to re-invigorate the craft of black and white images. Shutterbugs take heed: Hurrell's work is a prime example of the artistry that can be achieved without the use of color.

Not many top stars escaped Hurrell's lenses in the day, and to have your image captured by his camera was to ensure a certain Hollywood immortality. But, not every picture made it into the light of day. Sometimes the studio, or the studio's publicity department would kill a shot because maybe there was too much showing of an actress's body, or an actor's expression wasn't quite right, or simply that Hurrell had taken too many pictures during the session. The book shows examples of these rejected shots.

As for his personal life, Hurrell (b.1904 - d. 1992) was plagued -- as have been so many other artists -- with a defective character that was in conflict with his creative side. He was irascible and prone to a violent temperament. Thankfully, it is his work that is remembered, and rightly so. All one has to do is to look at the some of the shots that accompany the article (including a small photo of Lon Chaney); the color photo of a dashing Erroll Flynn, and the black and white magic of Clark Gable, as well as poses by the steaming hot Ann Southern and Jean Harlow, are breathtaking.

This issue of CLASSIC IMAGES also has the usual, generous helping of book reviews, notices of upcoming DVD's, and many sources for collectors of movie history, including posters and 16mm films. Anyone who wants to immerse themselves in the history of the Golden Age of Hollywood needs to read CLASSIC IMAGES. You can buy the latest issue, including scads of back issues, HERE.

Humphrey Bogart.
Gary Cooper.
JohnnyWeismuller.
Tod Browning's mistress and actress, Anna May Wong.
Joan Crawford.
Jean Harlow.
Anther pose by Harlow.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

MONSTERS FROM THE VAULT NO. 32


When I received my review copy of MONSTERS FROM THE VAULT #32 in the mail, I was both happy and sad. Happy, because here was another issue of my favorite "indie" horror 'zine (non-professional is a very wrong term to use, "semi" almost as bad, and "non-commercial" is too far afield for a fair comparison), and sad because Editor/Publisher Jim Clatterbaugh again discusses his exit plan for the probable ending of the magazine in its current incarnation over the next few issues. He revealed his desire to cease publishing in issue #31, but in this issue it sounds like he means it.

Believe me, I get it. I published several low print run 'zines in the 1990's, and when I think of the work that went into each one of them, I can't imagine the hours that Jim puts in on a single issue. Designing the magazine was the easy part -- my biggest frustration was getting the type of manuscripts that I called for in the writer's guidelines. Sounds like an easy thing to ask for, but it was obvious that 90 percent of the paper that was sent to me that ended up directly in the recycle can was a result of the writer submitting it on the proverbial wing-and-a-prayer.

I don't see Jim with a similar problem. It is quite clear to me that, whether or not he receives material unsuitable to publish, he still receives enough of the highest quality historical journalism available in the genre today to fill an issue. And that's something you can count on in every issue of MONSTERS FROM THE VAULT.

MFTV focuses most of its attention on classic monster movies of the 30's through the 50's. And to the person whose letter was published in the Letters to the Vault department that asks the question, "Have we finally reached the point where there are no more interesting things to be written concerning the horror films of the 1930s?", I replay with a resounding "No!" What I can say is most of the surface material from this era has been thoroughly trolled; what is needed now is to plumb the depths of those "hidden horrors" that lie beneath. However, to reach those territories, one must be one part tireless researcher, one part detective and one part skilled in the art of lively writing.

A perfect example is Greg Mank's retrospective of FRANKENSTEIN MEETS THE WOLF MAN that opens the issue. Presented as a series of news and magazine clips, it's hard to imagine that there is this much information available on the production of a film that is regarded by many as one of the weakest in the Universal monster cycle. I am biased, however. As one of the first monster movies that I can remember watching on TV (Dracula was the first), it remains a Frankenstein-like galvanizing psychological imprint on this Monster Kid's mind. While it may be disappointing to film critics who are addicted to viewing movies as a Rorschach inkblot test by the lack of an overt director's biographical metaphor or political allegory, I believe that it is a film that nevertheless deserves higher marks. Wall-to-wall action, crisp direction, great character actors, and a mini-monster rally to boot makes this one of the best straight-for-the-throat horror thrillers of the cycle.

Mank's penchant for the controversial is amply represented here by numerous revelations about what went on behind-the-scenes during the production of FMTW. Lionel Atwill was in the middle of a court case that would, if not end his career at Universal, surely do damage to his cachet with the studio as well as the industry in general. Female lead, Hungarian-born Ilona Massey dragged along her scandalous reputation to the proceedings. And, if that was not enough, Maria (Maleva) Ouspenskya suffered an injury while filming that put her on the sidelines. Despite all the shadowy theatrics, director Roy William Neill put together a fine and entertaining film. Also mentioned here is that an entire book is currently being written about the film. I have no doubt that it will make very interesting reading.

As a lad, I spent numerous hours at Marineland of the Pacific, nestled on the water's edge just off the winding road of the Palos Verdes Peninsula in Southern California. It opened in 1954, one year ahead of a theme park gamble that would be called Disneyland. That same year a successful Universal monster movie would have its first of two sequels filmed partially in and around the Florida-based version of Marineland, which had opened almost 20 years earlier. REVENGE OF THE CREATURE was the second in the trilogy of the famed atom-age Creature From the Black Lagoon series. Tom Weaver's lengthy article, Monster from the Oceanarium Floor: The Shooting of Revenge of the Creature at Marineland, discusses in great detail the circumstances the film's production and location shooting. There is much discussion on the history of the so-called "oceanarium" and salient historical perspective is provided by Sally Baskin, who grew up as a young girl free to roam the park's grounds.Weaver proves again and again that he is one of the leading research journalists dedicated to the conservation of the history of the bygone age of monster movie making, and this time is no exception. No surprise, then, that the material in this article is also slated to be expanded into a book.

I have met the jovial Scott Essman and correspond with him on occasion, sometimes about our mutual interest regarding Jack P. Pierce, Universal's head of makeup during their glory years of the 1930s. I have no qualms in stating that Mr. Essman is a leading proponent in maintaining Pierce's legacy and rightful place in the canon of great movie makeup artists. Here, he shares his knowledge about Pierce's work on the various versions of the Wolf Man, from the eponymous-titled first film through HOUSE OF DRACULA. There is not a surplus of information regarding Pierce's life and career, but Essman does an admirable job of reconstructing the inspiration and work behind one of the most memorable monster makeups in Hollywood history.

Rounding out another premium-quality effort from Editor and Publisher Jim Clatterbaugh are regular review columns, Films From the Vault and Books from the Vault.

Like any other issue, MONSTERS FROM THE VAULT #31, emblazoned with yet another of Daniel Horne's monster masterpieces, is again novel-length with text and richly populated with incredibly clear and reproduced images (many from the noted archive specialist, Photofest), a good share of them fresh and little-seen. The resulting reading experience makes it one of the best and satisfying of its kind. It's sad to hear that Mr. Clatterbaugh is eventually pulling the plug on such a fine publication. All I can say is, until the dirge is played, enjoy every page, every image and every word in MONSTERS FROM THE VAULT.

Order a copy of the quickly-selling MONSTERS FROM THE VAULT #32 (and more back issues, including the brand new DVD archive that has the first 10 issues in PDF format) right HERE.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

DIABOLIQUE NO. 17


A horror-comedy theme pervades this issue. Beginning with a review of Ben Wheatley's SIGHTSEERS and continuing with an overview of the genre made increasingly popular with films like SHAUN OF THE DEAD, where blood and gore -- sometimes extreme -- intersect with humor.

This synergy, while always an element of our unconscious, had its most notable cinematic beginning with Universal's last monster rally movie, ABBOTT & COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN (1948), in which the two famous clowns played it (very well) for laughs and the monsters remained in character and played it straight. Whether planned or accidental, the intended outcome became the litmus test for the next generation of horror-comedy.

Next up is a chat with the writer and special effects man of the UK surprise film festival hit, GRABBERS. The creatures, described by their creators as a cross between a spider and an eel look closer to a sphincter-mouthed starfish to this writer. In any case, they latch on to their victims in a fashion reminiscent of the ALIEN face-hugger. In this film, the trick to keeping them away is to stay drunk, as they are repelled by alcohol. This makes reasoning out a way to get rid of the infestation a bit problematic, which is the the raison d'etre at the heart of every monster movie, and the horror-comedy is no exception. A logical extension of this revelation would be to lure them to a distillery...

The article entitled, Side Splitting: The Evolution of Horror-Comedy is the centerpiece of the issue. Beginning with the argument that Tod Browning's FREAKS or ARSENIC AND OLD LACE could be considered early predecessors of the genre, like comparing France's CINEMA 57 to the first issue of FAMOUS MONSTERS OF FILMLAND, I will go with ABBOTT & COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN as the first "hybrid", as it was really a complete monster/comedy film as opposed to horror films that included elements of comedy. Reading through this engrossing article reminded me once again of the rich tradition of horror-comedy films that have not only been successful at the box office, but have propelled the genre into -- for good or for bad -- new, even extreme territories.

Love him or hate him, filmmaker Jess Franco, who died earlier this year, has left an indelible mark on the landscape of the surreal and erotic horror film. Fueled by cigarettes and alcohol, Franco lensed over 200 movies, many of which have been overlooked in the horror cinema oeuvre. A propensity for odd (sometimes seemingly non-existent) plots, psychedelic dream-imagery and gratuitous sex has virtually placed him in his own category. Redemption Films founder Nigel Wingrove offers the reader insight on what made this quirky Spanish auteur click 

There are a number of articles to round out the issue, mainly about filmmakers and their various projects. What strikes me is how many people have turned their artistic talents to horror films. One might think that horror is the easiest genre to unleash your emotions and aggressions, and that drama is harder by virtue of its relative restraint. To pull off a good horror film, however, takes more than just throwing your emotions into it. Horror is hard and there is a pile of trash out there to prove it. The few gems are keeping the bar raised.

In just a few short issues, DIABOLIQUE has established itself as a serious market entry into the world of monster magazines. Smartly produced, artistically designed with great color and all-around eye-appealing, it easily holds its own among its competitors. I have every issue and have watched it evolve into a 'zine that's a cut above.

With its ofttimes gothic feel, sometimes nostalgic feel, and always intelligent writing and content compared to some of its competitors, DIABOLIQUE is fast establishing itself as would could easily be called today's CASTLE OF FRANKENSTEIN.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

'CLASSIC IMAGES' INCLUDES MONSTERS


"Hollywood is the most dangerous place in the world. It is sure to be, for an actress, who has to work on herself as a human being more than anyone else because she is supposed to be a symbol of many others." - Academy Award Winner, Luise Rainer
 
Editor Bob King must be a very busy man. While he's not putting together the latest FILMS OF THE GOLDEN AGE magazine, he's cranking out monthly issues of CLASSIC IMAGES (which incorporates the former MOVIE COLLECTOR'S WORLD). Both of these publications exude the warm nostalgia of the "good old days" of Hollywood.

I just received the September issue of CLASSIC IMAGES (#459!). Like it's sister publication, it contains lengthy articles on screen personalities of the past. I was particularly enthralled with the captivating biography of Luise Rainer, star of such vintage classics as THE GREAT ZIEGFELD and THE GOOD EARTH.

Miss Rainer, a native of Germany, celebrated her 103rd birthday this year. She was the first to receive back-to-back Oscars. Only four others (including Tracy and Hepburn) have done it since then. The article is accompanied by my count, at least 40 photos (!).

In other features, Sally Kellerman talks about her days playing Hot Lips Houlihan in M.A.S.H. and her new autobiography, Read My Lips, and the aging beauty Maureen O'Hara appears in public at a John Wayne birthday celebration earlier this year.

Our favorite monsters are not overlooked in this issue, either. The word is out regarding new Blu-ray releases of Universal's THE WOLF MAN, FRANKENSTEIN, THE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN, and DRACULA. Also getting the Blu-ray treatment are THE FLY and, deserving or not, a Kino restoration of DEVIL BAT. Peter Dendle's The Zombie Movie Encyclopedia (McFarland) is covered in the book review section, Gloria (Dracula's Daughter) Holden's birthday is remembered, and there are capsule obits of cult actress Haji and Karen Black. Included is the news about Heritage Auction's big day with their $262,000-plus sale of a rare 1931 FRANKENSTEIN insert. Not a bad monster count for a mainstream movie publications!

Similar to FILMS OF THE GOLDEN AGE, there is much to like about CLASSIC IMAGES. Even with the shortage of monster material (and there is generally at least a tidbit or two in each issue), there are tons of ads and resources for film fans and collectors. I even ordered a few DVDs from one of the advertisers, including a print of SPIRITS OF THE DEAD, which I haven't seen since I went with my Dad (it was rated "R", after all!) to the Art Theater in Canoga Park, CA when it was released back in the Summer of 1969.

I recommend both publications. You can support them, too, by visiting www.classicimages.com.