Rats in paradise! Rats in paradise!
The Texas Chain Saw Massacre 1974
"There are moments when we cannot believe that what is happening is really true. Pinch yourself and you may find out that it is."
Axioms of terror and of God being dead.
The sun as hatred, beaming down in sweltering rays of torturous heat, so hot that the sweat dries before it can evaporate rendering the function cruel. Paint peels from bubbles formed by boiling when wet. The old lake is gone with nothing but dust left, waiting to stick…
The Beyond 1981
There is no fire, there is no brimstone. It is not tangible and it is not a place. Hell is a mystic infection, left benign behind a gate of clay. A crude mausoleum of black magic marked only with the symbol of Eibon and containing the swirling pulse of an evil purity clinging to a destroyed corpse defiled by liasons of metal and blood inside the open flesh of gaping wounds, preserved in solidified lime.
"Jesus Christ is the answer"…
Hell's Highway 2002
The subrealm of late 90s-mid 2000s irritating prick "teens" all with the same personalities built up of nudity, tropes and sexual innuendos being slain and slewn all about the place in pieces and liquids and entrails and nothing more, stretched out until semi transplanted into the tiny niche of evil wraiths of their-world-as-our-world logical illogicism playgrounds of sadism doing nothing but revelling in causing suffering a la Ogroff and Slaughtered Secretaries - aka y'know the fucking best.
Lucinda destroying lives…
Think About This 1999
Karaoke of (un)easy listening concealing its true intention to only those without visuals and without the knowledge of the English language; but only insofar as the point the first of many diagetic samples consisting of the harrow of pained death screams and electrical explosions echoing into and around the razor-fescues of manic oblivion smashes through the facade, bringing everything to the point of yet another public info PSA safety vid accidental moment of filmic clarity and true stumbling auteurship.
Pure absolutely distilled schlocky bullshit. Like an episode of NCIS where the perp is Brandon Lee from The Crow as a parkour contortionist electro-ghost for about an hour, then it completely jumps off the rails like them good old Duke Boys traversing a river with a broken bridge to evade the coppers, only instead of having moonshine stashed in the footwell, they've got stolen Frank Henenlotter scripts.
James Wan has made this for a specific audience, and it is not 90% of the modern general horror-populae, evidenced by everyone else in the cinema actively hating it. Go in blind.
Mad God 2021
Fucking masterwork. Every single realm of hell you could possibly imagine plus 100 more manifested in painstaking, meticulous and intricate details and made relentless. A 30 year journey that Tippett himself said ended up in mental breakdown and let me tell you this is the mental breakdown and its populated by landfills of other mental breakdowns killing for fun, pleasure and through sheer routine. I could write thousands of words with paragraphs containing 60 adjectives, and I want to and…