Dead Air Ep 86 – Black Christmas

Black Christmas is a horror fan favourite for the holidays. For those that can, catch it on Shudder right now! Sure beats whatever holiday plan someone else has made for you, or the lack of plans if that be the case. I’m not a total Scrooge, but this is not my best time of year. With an aversion to cold, having had more terrible holidays than good, and just generally disliking plastic platitudes any time of year I’m not cut out for this shit. That said, I love the look of snow on tree branches. A good latte never tastes better than it does when you have a few days off. Some decorations do look very pretty indoors and out. So it’s not all hell. And then sometimes, it is.

Many times in this review I say I feel for Billy. For all the times I’ve had a hard holiday, I’ve never been as bad off at the street involved or the untreated mentally ill. I’m not an invalid or shut-in, so I do feel pretty blessed just in that. Thinking about someone in Billy’s position and trying to understand how scary and lonely this time of year can be for someone entirely alone and shunned by society is something too many people ignore everyday and treat like a cancer around this time of year. It’s not all holly jolly. It’s not all silver bells. It never is.  If more people thought about that at this time of year maybe there would be a little more pleasure found in being alive, having a roof over your head and food in the cupboard – instead of pounding around a mall and maxing out your cards to keep up with the sick status quo.

Okay, so that’s a rant and a half, but I can’t help but get very sad when watching a film like this. Or Psycho, or Hell House (which is a Christmas film by the way) or Maniac (another one) or any number of mad person horror films.  And this time of year, those feelings just stick all together like cookies in a tin you put together while they were still warm then put the lid on instead of letting everything cool properly.

Anyhow, on with the show… description…

Wes writes far more fun show descriptions that I ever could.

“On today’s episode of the Dead Air Podcast we finally take a look at the grandfather of all slashers, the 1974 film; Black Christmas.

Jess and her sorority sisters are packing up and getting ready to head home for the holidays and not even a series of strange vulgar phone calls from a man named “Billy” can spoil their revelry. However, in this picturesque house a creature was stirring and the morning reveals one of the sorority sisters, Clare, has gone missing. Her father, boyfriend and closest friends can’t find any trace of her and with news of the disappearance of another local girl the police are just as baffled. Everyone’s a suspect as bodies pile up. Black Christmas gave the world the first true slasher. It’s a story of murder, mayhem and a tortured killer that’s closer than anyone could imagine.”

And have a safe and calm vacation, for those that have time off.
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Dead Air Ep 85 – The Woman In Black

Dead Air Podcast heads to Eel Marsh house in search of peat bog mummies with The Woman In Black.

Gather under the sluice grate, for the latest episode has been mucked off the slab ~ http://ift.tt/2hErEky

Arthur is a mild mannered lawyer and although his life has seen some significant personal tragedy his firm is giving him an ultimatum: close down the Drablow estate, or find a new job.

A long trip to the isolated village of Crythin Gifford brings him to the fabled Eel Marsh house but before too long a series of strange events see the local’s children dying in uncanny accidents that are more than they appear.

Soon, Arthur begins to discover the tragic history behind the old Eel Marsh house that spawned an undying hated that grips this town in fear.

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typicalfilm – The Eyes of My Mother

The Eyes of My Mother (2016)

After seeing the trailer I entered into a small media embargo. It’s the sort of film that deserves to be seen with a fresh mind entirely, and not unlike Sun Choke and Goodnight Mommy, it’s not an easy film to describe. Not only because it’s a very personal film that your own thoughts on life, loneliness and madness will shape – it’s also a very simple film as well. The summary could be one sentence. What words you used would determine the effectiveness of that summary, however, and The Eyes of My Mother is an example of using those perfect words. Not one scene is filler. Not one shot is without substance. Not one word is wasted. Yes, it’s a beautiful film about a terrible world and being safely trapped between those two words ‘beautiful’ and ‘terrible’ is somehow the best place to be.

The first place I turned for any analysis or plain discussion was BindTortureKast – listen to episode 153 where they cover The Eyes of My Mother and talk horror till the cows come home. And get decapitated. And then have their eyeballs cut out by psychotic little girls.

This will be showing at The Mayfair Theatre, so Ottawa people really luck out!