The famous Derby St House of fantastic decorations. They make an incredible effort every year that it’s a tourist attraction in and of itself – even on Christmas. Next to Dave Eng’s Flowers, 136 1/2 Derby St.
Because I like lists, and sympathise with the tourist dilemma of “Bollocks! We only have 5 hours to spend here – what do we do first??”, I’ve decided to compile a big fat list of 66* awesome things to do in Salem.
*Yes, this list could have been shorter, but the number 66 is evilly cool, and Salem is a spooky, kooky version of that surreal little hamlet in Gilmore Girls, so ner. (Click “Continue reading” to read more!)
It’s been a weird Hallowe’en. I haven’t left the house all day. It’s my first Hallowe’en doing nothing in decades. Aside from Hallowe’en-themed sleepwear, it’s just like any other day. (Although, to be honest, I still wear these throughout the year.) My indoor Hallowe’en lights stopped working today – of all days. If that’s not a the understated metaphor of the year for the year, I don’t know what is.
The last day of my 2020 horror-thon is a movie that some will argue that nobody really asked for – but then, who ever asks for a movie that makes the merest mention of women being shat on by men habitually?
Day 29 belongs to the brilliantly-titled Blood Vessel. Dear lord, this was so bad it was good. I have to applaud a movie for taking itself so seriously and playing itself so straight when its vampires look like…that.
Short and mostly sweet, Netflix’s Korean horror short anthology series Goedam seems to be as much of a mixed bag as the Nordic one Bloodride.
There’s not much to say about this since episode one is less than 10 minutes in length, but Crack follows a fairly simple story: a young schoolgirl is haunted by something in a bathroom.
My OCD got chills, so perhaps I’m biased. But why do people sit on a toilet seat knowing that other people have blasted bodily fluids on and around it? Why does she put her hands and FACE on the floor – the gross floor in front of the toilet itself – to see if someone or something else is in the toilet? At that point I would have just given myself up to the ghost as long as I didn’t have to touch anything but alas, my OCD was further triggered by events I shan’t spoil. It’s typical short-film format, though: the scare is always at the end. With Crack, it wasn’t worth the wait for me.
Bad Hair was a fun B-movie, though I wish it had delved deeper into the things it had started to say about racism, and about the relationship of both black people and non-black people with the natural hair of black women, which continues to be mocked, hidden, damaged and appropriated by various ‘people’. But this movie was still fun on its own.
Psychopath Diary is a bit slower to get into because the real story doesn’t kick in until the last few minutes of the first episode (as is true for many kdramas), but feast your eyes on this premise:
Yook Dong-sik (Yoon Shi-yoon), a young, doormat of an office worker and full-time cinnamon bun gets retrograde amnesia after being hit by a police car following a suicide attempt. However, he doesn’t remember that he’s witnessed a murder and, because he’s later found with the murderer’s diary on him, thinks that he himself is the titular psychopath, and scrambles to keep his ‘identity’ a secret from everyone around him.
When I saw the synopsis for Netflix’s new French offering La Révolution, I noticed ‘horror’ as the genre’ and the word ‘disease’, so I assumed it was going to be French Revolution-era zombies, sort of Kingdom meets Les Mis. It’s sort of…not. The first two of the total four episodes were more muted than I thought it was going to be.
I don’t know if I would classify Are We Not Cats as horror because it’s not what people expect from horror, even when it’s crossed over with romance. Maybe that means this is ahead of its time. For me the movie dips its scabby toe into so many genres but ever so gently that it doesn’t commit to any of them.
That said, I felt horribly sick several times while watching.