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Halloween Movie Suggestions

Halloween-Movie-Favorites

With October and Halloween just around the corner, I am gearing up for my month-long movie fest.  However, this year I think I might need some help with what movies to watch.

I am looking for your suggestions to help with my horror-fest.  I’ve seen the Exorcist and will NOT be watching it again.  Please don’t ask me to spend any time with Pennywise because that certainly isn’t going to happen.  But, for the most part I am open to your referrals.  Last year I watched an oldie from the 60’s and it was creepily good.  This year on my list so far is Eyes Without a Face.  Eep!

Post a message in the comment section below with your choices and I will let you know if I add them to my list.

~Cheers

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House of Wax (2005)

I originally saw House of Wax back in 2005 when it was released.  I remember it being creepy then but, for some reason, I forgot all about it.

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http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397065/?ref_=nv_sr_1

Until last weekend.  I was up really on Saturday morning and it was on TV.  I couldn’t watch it then, not starting in the middle, so I decided to watch it Sunday evening – before The Walking Dead season premier.  Which, on a side note*, was a very.bad.idea.

*{I mean, did you see The Walking Dead?  I think that is the most brutal television I have ever witnessed…..And I watched Dylan’s wife basically mistakenly get assassinated on 90210, breaking my teenaged heart!!  Someone referred to the Sunday night’s The Walking Dead episode as “beautiful brutality”, and I guess maybe it was.  Because, those of us who have watched the show from the beginning have become so emotionally involved in it, we haven’t been subjected to that kind of violence and loss-of-humanity on TV before, have we?  I certainly hadn’t.}

I was so literally traumatized from TWD, and from this darn movie, that I couldn’t sleep.  I couldn’t even close my eyes.  I eventually got up out of bed and roamed around for a bit, but not before turning my side lamp on at least four times.  Just to clear my head.

Anyway, House of Wax is a pretty good movie.  It’s not quite Screambut really, nothing is.

It’s got some pretty folks in it.  It’s got Paris Hilton getting slaughtered a bit, which, back in 2005, when Paris Hilton was (fuckingunfortunately) a household “thing”, was pretty awesome.

paris

Spoiler Alert:  You’re Welcome!

It’s got spooks and some grossness and some thrills.

And then it’s got this guy popping up.

vincent

No freakin’ wonder I couldn’t sleep!!

The movie apparently doesn’t have much, if anything to do with the original House of Wax, starring Vincent Price.  Although, that creepy-ass white face up there is named “Vincent” in the movie….and I literally just got that.  Duh!

But it was a freaky little movie that I would have enjoyed a lot more if I were surrounded by a horde of people….and puppies….in the daytime.

~Sandy


Horror Hotel

As I continue with the tradition of watching scary movies in October to prepare for Halloween, here’s a little treat:

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Last week I watched Horror Hotel (aka. City of the Dead) on TV.  It’s an old black and white from 1960 and it did not fail to creep.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053719/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

It stars a young Christopher Lee and a bunch of other people I’ve never heard of.

The movie starts out 300 years before the present time in Massachusetts with Elizabeth Selwyn being burned at the stake for witchcraft. As she’s burning she curses  the town and its people.

Jump to present day to Christopher Lee as a professor teaching tales of witchcraft from his hometown -where said witch Elizabeth was burned, and one of his students, Nan, having the beauty idea of going to the cursed town to work on her thesis.  Brainiac.  Seriously.

When Nan enters the town she is greeted by a stranger – who has a habit of disappearing.  Literally.  Right from the passenger seat of her car.

The town is clearly ominous as it is coated with a thick, dark fog all the time.  Right then and then is when I’d be turning my ass around and going back to wherever it is I came from.  But not Nan.  She decides to check into the Horror Hotel – which is kept shop by none other than the reincarnate of Elizabeth Selwyn – now Mrs. Newless.

horror-hotel-witch

Gimme a break – I would burn this beyotch again and again!

The townspeople stare and give her the evil eye on more than one occasion.  Things go missing.  Things appear.  Dead birds are planted.  Stabbed through the heart.  And dumbass Nan sticks around.

I’m going to give anymore of the story away but for a movie made in 1960 about witches and witchcraft – it was pretty good.  Definitely lame at times.  Definitely some bad and overacting at times, but it gave a few shudders.

Up next, House of Wax.

~Sandy

 


Break Time with Andrew Pyper

Since the start of the new year I’ve been taking course – so, in addition to my full-time job, my side job of personal training and teaching boot camp, taking fitness classes, and spending time with my man (oh, and of course, shoveling snow.  LET’S not forget that little doozy – it’s certainly been keeping me occupied, to say the least), I’ve had my head buried in course books, doing mini-quizzes, participating in webinars, and trying to complete each chapter module before my big class last weekend.

I was elated last Sunday morning to wake up and not have to study.  Unfortunately, I still have tons of work to do in preparing for my exam, which is going to be excruciating, so I decided I was going to take a little “me” time and read….a real book.  Not a manual.

For the last three years I’ve been reading nothing but John Grisham novels.  I love him.  He is by far my favorite author.  I get so caught up in his books that I just want to gobble them up all.  But this time around I decided to step outside my comfort zone and go back to an old friend:  Andrew Pyper.

I’d read Lost Girls years and years ago.  And it scared the crapola out of me. I’d love to read it again but I’m not ready to take that step yet. Lost Girls is one of several contributing factors as to why I hate the water.  Why I find lakes especially eerie….and why, the summer after I’d read it (and Jaws and Orca) I’d nearly killed my roommate while in the midst of a freak-out during our boating mishap (something I was coaxed into against my better judgement) and caused a bit of a scene on at lakeside.

Although Lost Girls scared me, I still thoroughly enjoyed the book, which is why I picked up another Andrew Pyper hardcover several years ago and put it on the list. I’ve been trying to get through each and every Grisham book I have but this time I just decided to go ahead and read the damn book.  The Guardians.

via Yahoo

via Yahoo

Well let me tell you.  This book played out like a movie in my head.  It was so good – I was completely enthralled with it.  I read and read and read and suddenly it was finished.

It was a great and easy read.  Thrilling, spooky, a little sad.  Of course, the night I finished it I had to sleep with the lights on – no word of a lie – but that’s what a good book does, right?  It wraps you up, entices you, makes you believe things you wouldn’t normally be suckered into believing.  It welcomes you into a whole other world where you want to spend all your time.  And then it’s over and you move on to something else.

I loaned The Guardians to a friend last night and I hope she takes advantage of it and reads it.  And, although I’m about to get started on a new John Grisham book I hope that if you’re a reader (or even if you’re not) and you want to add a little adventure and a little spooky to your days, definitely check out one of Pyper’s books.

Cheers.

PS.  You can read a synopsis for The Guardians here and Lost Girls here.


Wookie

When I was really little, like, before school age, I would sometimes crawl into bed with my mom after my dad went to work in the early mornings.  My parents’ room was at the end of the hall….down the hall was my room and then the hall opened into the living room and off to the kitchen.  So, from my parents’ bed, I could look down straight down the hall and into the living room.

One morning I crawled in next to my mom and just before drifting back to sleepyland (as opposed to SandyLand) I was staring down the hall and I SWEAR that there was a monster coming down toward the bedroom.  This thing was tall and covered in hair – it looked like a cross between Big Foot and a Wookie.

big foot

I remember watching it and as it made the corner in front of the bedroom (turning toward my brother’s room and the bathroom) it turned its head and looked at me.

You may think I am cray-cray but I swear on my life that I saw that thing.  To this day I remember everything about those few moments.  We moved out of that house when I was 12 (and I doubt it was haunted as it was a new house when my parents moved in) but I remember the exact set up and seeing that damn thing coming down the hallway.  I don’t think I ever told my mother – or anyone else for that matter – but I verily believe that there was some weird Wookie in my house.

Well hello first husband, Han Solo...you and your Wookie would be more than welcome in my home.

Well hello first husband, Han Solo…you and your Wookie would be more than welcome in my home.

Cheers.


Two Weeks of Halloween

Last year I re-discovered how much I love Halloween and posted several Halloweeny topics thru the month of October.  I decided I’m going to post several times again on the topic – stories of my past Halloweens or little things just a little scary or creepy (or funny – because I’m always tryin’ to be funny).

So, here goes….the first of the few.

HALLOWEIRDOs

Years ago I was out for an evening run in late October.  It was mid-evening and dark and the subdivision I was running in has no street lights (for aesthetic reasons, apparently).  I was running up a small hill toward the adjacent street and could see this red-orangey glow in the middle of the dark.  I wasn’t sure what it could be.  As I got closer I realized that the glow was coming from inside a truck.  As I neared the truck I became a little nervous – unsure of what was causing it; it looked like the light from some satanic ritual.  I could now see 2 people inside the truck.  I reached the street and as I ran past the truck the passenger turned his head toward me to reveal this:

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What the hell?  The dude was wearing a very scary Halloween mask and the two guys had some glowing object in between them.  I’m not sure what those two fools were doing – maybe smoking a joint (probably sacrificing a small animal!) who knows? – but my pace quickened and I got my butt home faster than on any other run.