'Godmonster of Indian Flats' (1973) – Fredric C. Hobbs.

Surrealistically set in a visually striking, yet faintly eerie historical gold rush town just outside of Reno, Nevada, this infamously insane B-Schlocker features one of the more absurdly proportioned, sordidly shambling, and decrepit-looking cryptids in the long and bloody history of kill crazy creature features!  This apparently picture-perfect tourist trap is nefariously run by corrupt mayor, Charles Silverdale (Stuart Lancaster), the sole inhabitants of this iniquitous enclave untainted by the Mayor's duplicity are kindly Professor Clemens (E. Kerrigan Prescott), his delightfully spaced-out assistant, Mariposa (Karen Ingenthron), and guileless sheep herder, Eddie (Richard Marion) who fatefully witnesses the wildly psychedelic birth of this manifestly monstrous entity!

In addition to the monolithically mad-looking mine monster, iconoclast filmmaker, Fredric Hobbs's acid-fried, deliriously distracting, agitprop narrative is certainly no less outrageous; the rewardingly weird plot laudably, if not exactly subtly, boldly confronts racial prejudice, political corruption, and the inevitable ecological disaster over the unchecked disposal of industrial pollutants, this hallucinatory horror stew being theologically fortified with some singularly odd Christian motifs, the squirrelly sequence suggesting the apparently 'preternatural' conception of this gruesomely gaseous grotesquerie suggests that the creators of this exhilaratingly exploratory exploitation gem were not exactly unfamiliar with the recreational usage of paradigm shifting substances! In many ways a wholly unique viewing experience, as this imaginatively mutated monster movie dutifully delivers all the requisite B-Movie buffoonery plus some unexpectedly psychoactive additives!

'Beware a Godmonster in Sheep's Clothing!' - Weirdlingwolf.

'Welcome to the Altered States of America!' - Tor Bronson / Heroic Blood Shed.

 

 

 

 

 'The Horror of Frankenstein' (1970) – Jimmy Sangster.

To a great many horror fans, it remains something tantamount to horror heresy, openly admitting that one of your favourite Hammer Horror Films DOESN'T star, Peter Cushing; but gifted, writer/director, Jimmy Sangster's grimly humorous text is just tomb much fleshly fiendish fun!!! Sangster's gleefully grisly quips being frequently cheekier than voluptuous, Veronica Carlson's demonstratively distracting decolletage!!! And while it's rather ironic, considering the film's grave subject matter, the lurid appeal of, 'The Horror of Frankenstein' still remains untainted, Ralph Bates's cruel, darkly sardonic performance is masterful, with dangerously dishy, Dave Prowse's muscular gym bunny monster making for one of the more visibly erotic iterations of, Mary Shelley's sinisterly shambling headcase! As a slightly more jocular aside, after witnessing the smugly sinister, know-it-all Baron throw some serious shade at lovelorn, curvy cum-chunnel, Carlson, I must openly confess, that I was secretly hoping that the studly gym bunny monster might schtup her in the raisin-maker real savage!!!

 

 

'Haunted' (1995) – Lewis Gilbert.

The spooktacularly sexy, Kate Beckinsale is positively luminous in lauded movie maestro, Lewis Gilbert's masterfully macabre, stylishly shot supernatural creepshow, 'Haunted' (1995). Exemplary acting, hot, fervid flushes of dark eroticism, and a palpably eerie atmosphere make this unfairly neglected 90s angst-maker a deliciously tantalizing terror treat for fear-loving connoisseurs of slow burning, stomach-churning, dont-look-under-the-bed fright!!!! On a more personal note, I thought the dashingly urbane, Anthony Andrews gave an especially nuenced portrayal of sinisterly simmering menace, the subtle shift of mood made his character all the more darkly fascinating!

 

 

 

'Nightmare Castle' (1965) – Mario Caiano.

Maestro, Mario 'Eye in the Labyrinth' Caiano's exciting cinematic art remains relatively undocumented, yet this more than capable genre filmmaker frequently proved himself most adept at exploitation cinema, and his oneiric, deliciously doomy, grisly-Gothic gem, 'Nightmare Castle' remains a shock-stuffed, perversely entertaining, shadow-steeped, coffin-creaky 60s creepshow, wherein a nerve-jangling plenitude of disturbing set pieces vividly pushed the censor-baiting envelope! The marrow-curdlingly strange bone-chiller, 'Nightmare Castle' will massacre your corpuscles with its murderous mendacity!! Only the hardiest of terror-tempered horror fiends might survive just ONE terminally inhospitable, plasma poisoning night within the grimly unhallowed, horror haunted, electrifyingly eerie environs of this nightmarish castle of doom!

With an unrelentingly cruel disregard for your sanity, this diabolically duplicitous, scientifically sordid, face-meltingly fiendish Italian fright-flick is a uniquely soul-stirring exemplar of stupendous style and blissfully bloody substances! This masterfully monochromatic 60s skin-crawler features that most uncommonly fascinating of all Gothic horror heroines, the magisterial mistress of the macabre, Barbara Steele, who charismatically delivers truly indelible twin performances as, Muriel Arrowsmith & Jenny, the ill-fated wives of her sadistic, pseudoscientist husband, Dr. Stephen Arrowsmith (Paul Muller). With blackened atmosphere to spare, a sublime, Morricone score, Mario Caiano's visually inventive, thematically twisted terror trip has additionally voluptuous inducements; as his, 'Nightmare Castle' is bountifully blessed with the preternaturally sensuous presence of raven haired temptress, Barbara Steele.