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9.) 1976
The huge horror boom of the late ’60s and early ’70s had seen an unparalleled diversity (and quantity) of productions burrowing out of the woodwork from every corner of the then cinematically galvanized globe. The sheer mass of productions left financiers and filmmakers alike squirming to push the genre ever further into heretofore unexplored depths of depravity, gore, madness, and exploitation, gloriously punctuated by a now requisite parade of naked nubile flesh (for which we are forever grateful) all in order to rise out of the sea of sameness which had plagued the progression of the genre for years and, of course, to rake in an ever more demanding audiences dollars. The continued (and damning) success of the televised medium also gave rise to an expectation amongst audiences and producers alike that theatrical releases had to be bigger, badder, bolder and bloodier in order to convince the growing population of agoraphobic couch potatoes to leave the comfortable confines of their battle-damaged lazy-boys and wander starry-eyed into their local (and newly-built) cineplex. The culmination of this burgeoning trend came with a little film released in 1975 called Jaws (maybe you’ve heard of it?). With its huge financial and critical success, Jaws once again caused the rules to be rewritten, forcing the film industry even further into the red to finance even more grandiose (but often, much worse) spectacles and paving the way toward the distended summer blockbuster which vogues on even more formidably today.
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Greetings and salutations, Terror-Fiends! The new year is upon us once again, a time to indulge in reflection and introspection minus the benefits of confection (until next month, when those “earnest” resolutions bite the dust!). In honor of the new decade, your horrible host has painstakingly perused his burgeoning collection of horrors with pencil and paper firmly in hand, to distill the top 10 years of pinnacle horror production (in terms of quantity + quality) since the inception of feature length films (1911). In these sorry days when terror-fiends can go months without a quality horror film being released, the petrifying (pod)people here at Terror Transmission thought it might be a horrific hoot to revisit the halcyon days of yesteryear, when quality and quantity went hand in boney hand and well before the advent of bubonic remake-itis cast its solemn shadow over the land. Feel free to rant and rave over the inclusions/exclusions and gross injustices, but bear in mind this is just one opinion amongst opinions (assholes?) the world around!
Rising from a century-old grave comes the Count to wreak vengeance, gather his followers, and… party with haughty English mods? Well, not exactly. But Matt and Jason will be haunting the swingin’ streets of London as they comment upon Hammer Film’s attempt to be hip, also known as Dracula A.D. 1972. M&J will be rapping about hot chicks, groovy movie facts, far out personal trips, and then mellowing out with some post-movie chat and listener e-mail. So, open up a vein and hang with some righteous horror cats. Can you dig it?
Don’t get bummed out, man! There are plenty of episodic Flickr pics to go around.
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Hardware – 1990 – U.K. – Severin Films
(a.k.a. “Robocrap!”, VHS title: “Zalman King’s Terminator 2″, Canadian title: “The Red Shoe Diary Gang Meets the Killer Robot From Apartment 9!”)
Bleccch! This movie was SO much better at age 14, but so was sweet Cindy Jameson. Y’see, Cindy was the sexual center of my 14-year-old universe, with her lithe as a cat teenage frame and those perky… teeth. Pimple popping was my unfortunate precedent at the time and it kind of precluded me (at least I figured) from getting balls deep in Cindy Jameson and screaming out the first 7,541 digits of pi at the top of our lungs. I walked around with that regret for about 10 years until I was reacquainted with Cindy, who looked like she had eaten a refrigerator and been stung about the head and neck by a rogue squadron of jellyfish. That’s kind of what it felt like when I revisited this film after 19 years – epiphany by gut-punch.
The masquerade has begun and the attendants will all be wearing RED. And from high atop the castle of Prospero, your two handsome hosts will be regaling you with tales of carnality and chaos as they comment upon the 1964 Poe adaptation, The Masque of the Red Death. Wine will be consumed, bosoms will be ogled, and great thoughts will be… thunk? Yes, it will be a veritable feast of aural pleasure. Just don’t look behind the mask.
Hardware – 1990 – U.K. – Severin Films
