Growing up on late-night monster movies and the last several years of Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine, the video boom of the 80s and Fangoria magazine opened up new doors of genre fare. These became a natural progression from the safer climbs of Universal and Hammer horror to more extreme examples; particularly from Italy. During this time, special effects makeup artists like Tom Savini (see insert) became as big a star as the monster or slasher killer on-screen. These are my memories of seeing some of the scariest, most controversial
and gruesome movies ever made. Some made for uncomfortable situations;
some are early, goosebump-raising memories from childhood; and others
are stomach-turners or just downright silly. There were two major video stores in town. One was called Action Video and the other was The Video Station. Both were my pre-teen, one-stop shops that eventually opened the door to mail-order horror where even more ghastly delights awaited. Possibly some of you had similar experiences growing up with horror and movies that either sickened your stomach or stimulated your imagination.
1. BLACK SUNDAY 1960 (original Italian title: LA MASCHERA DEL DEMONIO, 1960)
I don't recall the year that I saw BLACK SUNDAY, but it was around 1977 or 1978. I was two years old in '77 but remember fragments of things. One example being a recollection of my parents going to see ROCKY (1976) one evening. I recall looking at the newspaper advertisement as my mom was on the phone calling a babysitter. I used to peruse the papers just to look at the ads for the horror movies that I assumed I'd never get the chance to see. I'd often cut them out and keep the ads in a folder. When I'd ask to see one the answer was always no, but seeing them on television was fine. On the weekends, my parents would go to bed and let me stay up and watch TV all night if I could stay awake. There was a local version of Shock Theater on WSET-13 out of Lynchburg, Virginia. When the show came on, it was a blue background with a silhouette of a spider web laid over it. You'd hear this heart beating and the camera zooming in and out in synchronization. Then a woman would scream and the show would begin. There was a host, although I cannot remember who he was. This opening was scary to me as a kid. I would pull the covers up to my eyes waiting for it to finish--when it was safe to watch again.
On this particular night, Mario Bava's BLACK SUNDAY was airing. I only recall getting as far as the spooky opening sequence where Barbara Steele and her vampiric lover are executed. At some point I went to bed and had a nightmare where I'm lying there playing with a watch case. Suddenly, an enormous, hairy arm reaches out from under the bed and snatches it away from me. I raise up and there sitting in the doorway is Dracula's severed head cackling at me. I wake up screaming till my mom comes in the room and I realize it's all been a bad dream. I didn't learn my lesson as I was back in front of the TV again the following weekend, with more years of nightly frights to come.
2. BLOOD OF DRACULA'S CASTLE 1969
You ever see a movie in your youth and for years can't recall what it was? Probably the most elusive example for me was this awful movie from director Al Adamson. It was on the same Shock Theater program mentioned above, and around the same time frame in the late 1970s. For years all I could remember was a woman driving to a graveyard and being kidnapped by a deformed man; chained in a dungeon and fed slop on a plate. I recalled nothing else. I asked multiple people and posed the question on forums and nobody knew what it was. It got to the point that I thought maybe I'd imagined the whole thing. Fast forward to an evening in 2013, I'm trying to figure out something to watch. I see this box set of horror movies an ex-girlfriend had bought me a few years earlier. I'd never opened it till that night. For whatever reason, something told me to watch BLOOD OF DRACULA'S CASTLE. As soon as it began I realized it was the film whose title had eluded me for as long as I could remember. I could barely make it to the end, but this decades-long memory had now been put to rest.
3. BLOOD FEAST 1963
Much like Herschell Gordon Lewis's infamous trendsetter was the first
gore movie, it was my first experience with horror movie splatter.
I'd briefly seen gory images in Fangoria magazine before my mom
would remove the periodical from my hands and place it back on the
magazine rack. Once my parents divorced in 1983, the floodgates were opened to a
degree. I came home from school one day in 1984 and my dad was watching
this on TV; having just rented BLOOD FEAST and PIECES (1983). The movie
had just started. I walked in as the lady gets her eyeball cut out in the bathtub. I dropped my school bag and was entranced by this new type of horror picture; new to me, anyway.
I'd seen FRIDAY THE 13TH (1980), but this was beyond that. I
immediately became fascinated with this type of on-screen mayhem. I found the music spooky but the rest was unintentionally comedic. I remember getting a good laugh during the
scene where the lady dies in the hospital and when she falls back onto
the bed, it sounded like her last words was a fart. I was 9 years old at the
time, and was cognizant enough to know this was all make-believe; the
terrible acting helped too. For a time, I was intrigued by Lewis's "blood n' mannequins" type of special effects and wanted to see more of his work.
While I passed one hurdle with my mom's ever-watchful eye, that didn't
stop my nervous grandparents from becoming alarmed at what I had been
watching when they found out for themselves a couple years later.
4. NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD 1968
The night I saw this horror classic, it was paired with Q (1982) and
CREEPSHOW (1982). The year was 1984. My dad was
out on a date and I was all alone in the house tasked with recording
the tapes he'd rented (everybody was a pirate back then). As much as I
loved horror movies, it ended up being one of the most terrifying nights
of my life. This was possibly the night I called my mom sometime early
in the morning around 1am crying that my dad hadn't got home yet. This
bit of news that I'd been left alone all night would creep up again
in court some time later. Still, I loved
being left alone like that, even at 9 years of age.
We had a split level house
and when I was left by myself, I had the run of it; only the triple threat of terror I'd been
watching left me a nervous wreck, with the NIGHT effectively scaring the hell out of me. My parents had a king-size bed and
if I had to go to the bathroom, I'd leap as far off the bed as I could
to keep any monsters from reaching out to pull me underneath into the
darkness. I also couldn't stand directly in front of the bathroom to turn on
the lights, so I'd reach around and quickly flip the switch. Upon
finishing, I was like the Flash--cutting the light off and sprinting for
the bed.
5. THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE 1974
I had a curious experience
with Hooper's classic. By the time it had come out on video, I'd already
been exposed to extreme gore. Up till then, I'd only read about it, and
heard stories from my mom how she and my dad had went to see it at the
theater just before I was born. She told me it made her so nervous she
walked out halfway through. A few minutes later, she attempted to go
back into the theater. She got to the part where Grandpa was sucking the
blood from Marilyn Burns' finger like a baby drinking milk from a
breast and decided she'd had enough. She went out to the lobby and
waited for it to be over. Hearing this and reading about how it was a
"Splatter Movie" --from what little I could glean from Fangoria magazine's
advertisements for John McCarty's influential Splatter Movies book--it
was high on my list of must-see horror flicks.
The title by itself was
rowdy, with a primal savagery about it. As a kid I had the image of
Texas branded into me as an incredibly hot state where everything was
larger than life and machismo was legendary. Chainsaws were loud,
terrifying power tools that could sever limbs with ease. Then there's
the word 'massacre', leaving imagery of a vast expanse of tortured and
mutilated corpses laid across a viscera-strewn landscape. I remember
being in awe of the video store poster at Action Video--just standing
there looking up at it on the wall. I told my dad I wanted to see it and
his response to me was, "Why would you want to watch something like
that?" When you were a kid, the forbidden nature of something only
increased your interest in wanting to see it. This was in 1984, although I believe it may have been 1985 when I actually saw the movie.
TCM was arguably the
single most hyped movie of my childhood. When my dad finally rented the
Media videocassette it was one of the most anticipated experiences of my
young life. Unfortunately, at that time, I was vastly disappointed.
After the pictures I'd seen, and the descriptions and reviews of the
movie, I'd expected an extreme gorefest. After I'd grown into the teenage years, I saw the
film again, and my appreciation for it grew. It eventually became one of my
favorite horror movies that only gets better with repeat viewings. A couple years ago I traveled to Texas and
visited The Gas Station; the original farmhouse that is now a high class
restaurant; and the original location of the farmhouse in Round Rock,
TX. You can read all about the experience, with photos of then and now HERE.
6. FACES OF DEATH 1978
Basically the horror genres version of a Pro
Wrestling show, this wildly exaggerated franchise made with Japanese financing was all over the place back
in the 1980s. It had a geekshow quality about its promotion that even
those in the anti-horror brigades were curious to see just how extreme
FACES OF DEATH was. In school, all the kids were talking about it;
whether their parents let them watch, or they had to sneak around to see
it. When we talked about FOD, the discussion was in whispers; and anyone
that hadn't seen it wanted to. It was occasionally in the news for various reasons, or video stores not stocking it, or critics calling it"a piece of trash". The controversial, docu-style endurance
test purported to show real scenes of executions and dying bodies
mangled, crushed, and consumed in a variety of ways.
Even upon its release, it was suspected that some of the sequences were in fact staged; turned out they were. Other than footage of car accident and airplane crash victims, autopsies and animal deaths, a lot of the footage--particularly the sequences the movie was notorious for-- were simulated. These being a monkey clubbed to death in a restaurant for the consumption of its brains; and the electric chair execution. The latter was the film's major selling point in the trailer and on some of the film's promotion. In 1985, word quickly spread around and those two scenes were what everybody was talking about. The VHS tape, with its black cover and a skull labeled with "Banned in 46 countries!" ensured a hot rental item. That was an understatement.
It was
so wildly successful three sequels followed and an incredible amount of
imitations that reinvigorated the Shockumentary genre previously
dominated by Italian up-chuck epics that began with the moderately
nauseating MONDO CANE (1962) and reached its puke-filled pinnacle with ADDIO ULTIMO UOMO (1978), aka THE LAST SAVAGE; and its 1982 sequel, AFRICA DOLCE E SELVAGGIA, aka THE LAST SAVAGE 2. Most of these were all real deaths and or tribal rites
and violence towards human and animal alike. To gauge how popular the
FOD movies were, in 1992 FACES OF DEATH 4 (1990) played at the theater
in my small town. There were radio ads as well. Even today, there are those who believe FOD was entirely real.
7. DAWN OF THE DEAD 1978
Romero's hit sequel was significant in that it was my first SP mode tape purchase. My mom bought it for me. After several years of keeping tabs on what I was watching, she finally relaxed the reigns. I assume it was because she knew my father was letting me see whatever I wanted so there wasn't much point fighting it. My dad rented it and made a copy of it so I'd already seen it. When my parents divorced my mom got an apartment and she took one of his four VCR's with her. This was when they were like giant tape recorders. You'd push the eject button, the slot would open, and you'd place the tape inside. One of the tapes I took with me was an Apex videocassette that I'd recorded SAMSON VS THE VAMPIRE WOMEN (1962) off Commander USA's Groovie Movies, CHILDREN OF THE CORN (1984) from HBO, and DAWN OF THE DEAD (1978). My mom liked the popular killer kid flick, but wasn't at all high on the zombies eating people. She liked it up to the parts near the end where the zombies were having their Thanksgiving dinner with the biker gang and any of the main characters they could get their hands on. Around 1986 or 1987, we were in K-mart. They had a videotape section with tapes behind a glass case. There were tapes like THE HOWLING (1981) and THE EVIL DEAD (1981) but the one I wanted was DAWN OF THE DEAD. They were all SP mode, but priced at $20 each. I had several LP and EP tapes at that time, but this was the first "real" tape I had and it was my favorite in those days.
8. I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE 1979
One of the most sadistic, provocative movies ever made, I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE is one of the most divisive as well. Some see it as a legitimate thriller of one woman's vengeance against a quartet of savage rapists. Another camp sees it as crass, sensationalist exploitation whose only aim is to shock. Well, regardless of which side you're on, there's no denying viewing the picture is an experience you'll likely never forget; and some may wish they could. I've two memories--both of which were uncomfortable; and because of the circumstances involved in both viewings. The first time I saw the movie it was with a school friend, his dad and his mother. The year was 1987, and even in this small town, a lot of people knew about the movie. I was 12 years old and was somewhat aware of the controversy but was unprepared for what actually transpired onscreen. I remember feeling embarrassed watching it at a friend's house with his parents in the room. Occasionally, I would turn my head to see their expressions and neither seemed perturbed by the 40+ minute onslaught of rape and degradation perpetrated against Camille Keaton's character. Blood and gore was one thing, but the copious amount of nudity was unprecedented to my young eyes. I recall being perplexed that my friend's parents would be fine with us looking at this movie. So for that reason alone, I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE remains one of the most uncomfortable viewing experiences I ever had.
Another time worth mentioning took place in the early 1990s. This occasion was no less uncomfortable, but kind of humorous at the same time. I worked for the Chinese off and on between 1993-2009. When I worked for some Malaysian friends in a neighboring town back in 1995, there was an Action Video there in the same shopping center. One night after work the cooks (none of whom spoke English) walked over to the video store. I went in and was checking out their kung fu movie section. Eventually, Mike, one of my Chinese co-workers that spoke fluent English, told me the cooks got a movie they wanted to see and were ready to go. I happened to glance at the tape they picked up, housed in one of those clear cases and it was I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE. I was bewildered as to why they'd want to see something like that and then it hit me it must have been the infamous cover art. They could neither read English nor speak it, but the sight of a half-naked woman holding a knife probably looked like a sex movie to them. So we all go back to their house.
Upon arriving, the family of those who own the house are all in the living room where the TV and VCR is. The cooks put the tape in and I'm looking around at the two small kids, grandmother and others sitting in the room. I'm thinking, "Oh my God, surely they're not going to watch this in front of everyone." I leaned over to Mike and told him, "There's some things you need to know about this movie they're going to watch. In fact, you may want to stop them." Movie goes into the VCR and they fast-forward through much of the dialog and once the rape begins, people start leaving the room. It was easily among the most cringe-worthy moments of my life. Finally, Mike spoke to the one cook to turn it off and he did. They had some tapes lying in a pile they'd ordered through the mail and the next one he put in was outrageous in an entirely different way; the Ocean Shores Chinese-language only release of THE SHAOLIN INVINCIBLES (1977). They shut that one off as well; not long after the kung fu-fighting gorillas showed up.
9. ZOMBIE 1979
I remember my dad rented this along with A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET
(1984) in 1985. The Craven flick had just come out and was referred to him by an employee at
Action Video. Her excitement in describing how scary it was sold the
title to us. It was quite a double feature; but it was ZOMBIE that made
the biggest impression on my young ten year old eyes... so much so I
didn't close them near all night. The zombie vs. shark sequence; Fabio
Frizzi's music; the heavy breathing and shuffling effects of the
zombies; the wind-swept apocalypse of the white-sheet wrapped corpses;
etc. All this and more in Lucio Fulci's nightmarish vision of a Hell on
Earth easily surpassed Freddy Krueger's debut NIGHTMARE; although both together
ensured I'd sit up squarely in the middle of the bed with a night light as
the only illumination. The astonishing VHS box art (same as the US
poster) either makes you want to rent it or retch.
ZOMBIE was my first exposure to Fulci, so whenever I saw his name on a VHS box, I had to see it. I saw the trailer for HOUSE BY THE CEMETERY (1981) one day after school (the Brother Theodore narration was amazing), and it played one of the Drive-in's here just before it closed down.
10. NIGHT OF THE ZOMBIES 1980/US release 1983 (original Italian title: VIRUS, 1980)
The night I saw Mattei's ZOMBIES, it was a weekend in 1984. It was a
triple bill with THE BEING (1983) and DEATHSTALKER (1983). It was
another occasion my dad rented tapes (they were $7 a piece to rent back
then) and had me record them while he went out on a date. I wasn't with him when he rented these so I thought DEATHSTALKER was a horror movie due
to the title. Little did I know till putting it in the VCR that it was a
Conan clone. Being a huge fan of Conan and the color and B/W comics, it did not disappoint. While we're on the subject, years later around 2001, TNT would air DEATHSTALKER for Barbi Benton's birthday. I was a bit stunned they'd show it since editing out all the nudity would only leave about a ten minute movie. However, this airing had a lot of footage not in the release version; additional and extended scenes including dialog and action. There was even one extra gore shot. When Stalker cuts the guy's head off on horseback, you see it hit the ground instead of just flying through the air. The extra action scenes included more Barbi and Lana Clarkson, although these scenes were sloppy looking and made sense to cut them.
The main event was Mattei's notorious zombie favorite. I'd read about NIGHT OF THE ZOMBIES
in Fangoria and the article they'd afforded it--brief
as it was--had virtually all splattery photos that put it at the top of
my list of must-see horror titles; and it became an instant favorite.
Needless to say, I was ecstatic when I saw the NIGHT OF THE ZOMBIES
label upon opening the VHS rental case. These were dark brown clamshell
boxes that had the video store name printed on a sleeve that wrapped
around the box. As for the movie, it was literally non-stop lunacy and
gore effects. My introduction to the bad movie universe of its director,
Vincent Dawn (real name, Bruno Mattei), his distinct style of hackery
was unmistakable. For years, NIGHT OF THE ZOMBIES has had a bad reputation
among horror fans and I never understood why. When I bought Chas Balun's 'The Gore Score' along with 'Horror Holocaust' in 1987, I was stunned to read Balun had given it a terrible review but a 10 on the Gore-meter. I didn't truly appreciate the hysterically dumb dialog till I saw it again as a teenager.
11. HUMANOIDS FROM THE DEEP 1980
This particular entry is unique
in that the viewing was sabotaged. I didn't actually see it till much
later when I was 17 or 18. I'm not sure of the year but it was either
1981 or 1982 when I was between 6-7 years old. I was at my uncle's house
with my father and one of the reasons we were there was to watch this
movie called HUMANOIDS FROM THE DEEP from Roger Corman's New World
Pictures. My uncle recorded it off HBO and he was standing there talking
to my dad about it. I was perusing the HBO guide that showed the
channels movie listings and there was a photo of the monsters in the
booklet; so I was excited since it was a monster movie. I lived,
breathed, ate, and slept monsters when I was a kid. So my uncle gets the
tape and puts it in the VCR, hits play, and the only thing we see is
snow on the screen. We're sitting there stunned and I'm wondering where
the movie is. My uncle hits the fast-forward button on the VCR remote
and it's snow for minutes on end. He turns it off and starts yelling for
my aunt who is upstairs. They begin arguing about the movie which is no
longer on the tape. Turns out she had erased it. I suppose she had
taken as much offense to it as Ann Turkel did after starring in it.
Around the same time, I did manage to see Corman's 1981 SciFi gross-out, GALAXY OF
TERROR (behind the scenes pic with the giant maggot in insert). I was at my uncle's house on a Saturday afternoon and
they'd went for McDonald's. I wanted to see it again so I was in the
bedroom I slept in when I stayed over there and as the movie started I
got my burgers ready. Whenever a gory scene would happen I'd take bites
out of my cheeseburgers to show I had a strong stomach and not get sick.
I suppose it was something of a precursor to all those insane internet
challenges; only this one couldn't hurt or kill you, just make you throw
up.
12. DAWN OF THE MUMMY 1981
The first time I saw this curiously underrated gore-fest was in the late
1980s. Me and my dad were up really late. It was a little after 1am and
he was flipping through the channels and happened upon this movie
playing on WNRW-TV45. It was the scene where the lady rolls down the
sand dune and lands right next to a severed head. We immediately began
recording it from there. Shockingly, channel 45 was airing it uncut! I'd never seen it before, but the film was so gory with
mummy zombies eating people's flesh, gouging out eyes, and ripping
intestines from stomach cavities, the station obviously wasn't airing an
edited version. I caught up with it again a year or two later on the
same channel at 3am and recorded it from the beginning; once more it
aired uncut. I recall one scene making me jump in those days. It was when the
photographers were leaving the tomb after the mummy has been--unknown to
them--accidentally brought to life. They shut the lights off and one of
the girls goes back in to get her purse. As she leaves the mummy raises
up really fast into closeup. A few years later I found a used VHS tape
in a video store and bought it and was shocked at how dark the print was
when compared to the much brighter version that had aired on
television. Even with its Egyptian locations, an energetic score, ample
splatter effects, and a few good jump scares, a lot of horror fans
dislike this one. This was the only time I ever saw one of these extreme zombie-type movies on regular TV in an unedited format.
13. DR. BUTCHER MD 1980/US release 1982 (original Italian title: ZOMBI HOLOCAUST, 1980)
I saw the trailer for this on another VHS rental and as soon as I saw it on
the shelf at The Video Station, I quickly latched onto it. The trailer
was basically a 'Greatest Hits' package of most of the gory scenes in
the movie. It looked incredible. Zombies were my favorite at that time; and this had cannibals, too. The only time I'd seen flesh-hungry savages was in 20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA (1954); and the modernized human chowhounds in INVASION OF THE FLESH HUNTERS (1981), a drastically cut US version of Antonio Margheriti's CANNIBAL APOCALYPSE that my dad rented and I immediately forgot about. Me and my dad watched DR. BUTCHER one evening on a weekend in 1985 thereabouts. I
remember he got a call from his brother and when asked what we were
watching he remarked what a bad movie it was and how the music was
stupid and annoying. Well, I was enjoying it, anyway. It's arguably the
wackiest, most colorful of the Italian cannibal movies.
Several years later when the Video Station was going out of business, I would buy the same DR. BUTCHER VHS for a few bucks. This was my introduction into Euro jungle cannibal territory--later leading into trouble-causing excursions by Lenzi and Deodato.
14. PIECES 1982/US release 1983 (original Spanish title: MIL GRITOS TIENE LA NOCHE, 1982)
As stated earlier, I saw this on VHS the same day I saw BLOOD FEAST. Any
homework I may have had likely didn't get done till much later in the
evening. Exposure to movies like PIECES led to many more in a similar
vein. As a kid, chainsaws were a terrifying weapon; even more scary than
the atypical butcher knife of all your finer slasher pictures. In my
small town, PIECES played here for at least a week. I'd seen the
trailer on TV with that unforgettable tagline, "You don't have to go to
Texas for a chainsaw massacre!" I remember one night standing outside
this local department store called Roses. The Kingsway Cinema (which is
still running) is in the same shopping center on the far end. Looking at
the marquee I saw the title listed there and told my mom I wanted to
see it. Her response was a stern "NO". When I did finally see it, it was the trashiest thing I'd ever seen up to that time. Had my mom taken me to see this, she'd of walked out in the first five minutes.
I had not yet seen Hooper's TCM, but
had heard so much about it, and saw some photos; so the uptempo level of
splatter in PIECES set the benchmark for chainsaw horror. And this was
likely why I was initially disappointed in Hooper's movie--years before
it eventually became a favorite. As for PIECES, even as a nine year old,
the ending was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever seen in a movie. Of course, upon
returning to school, I'd tell friends about the insane, splatter-filled
chainsaw movie I'd watched; some of whom either had seen it too, or now
wanted to see it.
15. MAKE THEM DIE SLOWLY 1981/US release 1983 (orginal Italian title: CANNIBAL FEROX, 1981)
I've told an abridged version of this story before, so here's the full,
uncut version. I got an allowance for helping my grandparents both
inside and outside the
house; predominantly helping with a few acres of garden. I would often
spend my allowance on Fangoria Magazine and movie rentals. At
that time and at the age of 11, they were totally unaware of the types
of movies I was watching; but that would all change on a Sunday
afternoon in the summer of 1986. The day before, my grandfather took me
to The Video Station so I could rent a tape or two. He always waited in
the truck and I'd go in and get whatever I wanted. Action Video wouldn't
let a young kid rent certain things without an adult present, but The
Video Station had no such restrictions. They were like a horror fan's
Treasure Island of VHS (and even Beta) booty. There were horror tapes
for days aligning the shelves. On this occasion, I had it in my head to
rent the most disgusting thing I could find; and I did, too. The
holocaust of brutality adorning the cover of Thriller Video's tape for
Lenzi's cannibal classick immediately transfixed me. I'd not seen a
cover like it before. The words "Banned 31 countries!" clinched the deal
that this tape was coming home with me. A short distance away was the
equally gruesome Midnight Video box art displaying a woman being sawed
in half by the WIZARD OF GORE (1970). I picked it off the shelf,
approached the counter, and the rotund guy in glasses who never
questioned my taste in movies, took my money and gave me the tapes.
Hopping back into my grandfather's truck, we headed back home. I watched
it by myself that evening and was shocked at what I was seeing. It
literally blew away the gore-filled horrors I'd seen up to that time.
The animal death scenes packed a wallop more than the violence towards
humans. All I knew was, "I have to show this to everybody!" That turned
out to be a mistake.
It's the next day, Sunday afternoon and
my grandfather is sitting in his recliner while my grandmother is
crocheting in her chair. I put the tape in for MAKE THEM DIE SLOWLY and
the show begins. Everything seemed to be going fine. Then, a friend of
my grandfather's comes over. I can't recall his name but everybody
called him Santa Claus--because he was fat and had white hair and beard.
So now the three of them are talking and I'm watching the movie. At the
point where John Morghen is torturing the Indio and gouges out his eye,
Santa Claus says, "Good lord, what are you watching?!" And my
grandfather replies, "Some shit Brian rented. Turn that shit off, boy!" I
recall feeling somewhat astonished at their reactions as it was just a
movie to me. But looking back on it all these years later I can see why
my grandparents would take issue with eye gougings and castrations.
They
seized both tapes and wouldn't let me watch THE WIZARD OF GORE. It was
decided they would scrutinize whatever I would see from that point on.
Monday comes and my grandmother goes to work and my grandfather is
bush-hogging one of their fields across the street. So I took it upon
myself to pop the WIZARD into the VCR and take my chances. Every few
minutes I'd run from the living room to the kitchen to look outside to
see if my grandfather was returning to the house. Near the end, I had to
shut it off to avoid being caught. Several years later I was able to
see it in its entirety. As for Lenzi's cannibal adventure, a few years
later the Video Station would go out of business and I'd purchase the
same copy I'd rented for something like $10. 
My grandfather passed away
in 1987 and my grandmother got lax about the whole investigation into my
viewing habits; that is, till the airing of a 15 minute segment from
1987 on ABC's 20/20 news program titled 'VCR Horrors'. An uncle had
recorded it and brought it over to my grandmother's house and I had to
watch it. I guess they assumed I'd feel shame for each minute of the
segment, but they discovered I was elated. "Oh wow, it's EVIL DEAD 2!", I'd say. A lot
of the youngsters in the clips had the same reactions I did. I was
particularly enamored when I saw clips of Lenzi's CANNIBAL FEROX being
viewed by a group of concerned mothers. The looks on their faces were
hilarious! It has to be the only time in history Lenzi's jungle horror--or an Italian cannibal movie in general--has ever made prime time. In a strange twist, I let my grandmother's
sister borrow the movie after she wanted to see what it was like. Almost
as shocking as anything in the film, she told me she enjoyed it!
Granted, some of the violence wasn't to her liking but she told me the
story was good. My aunt's sudden and inexplicable interest in horror
movies softened my grandmother's stance on banning them. By 1988 I got
my Fangoria collection back and, while I'd been buying them in secret
during my horror lockdown, the first official issue I was allowed to buy
started with #71 from February of '88.16. CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST 1980/US release 1985
When I bought Chas Balun's 'The Gore Score' and 'Horror Holocaust' in
1987, the latter book exposed me to films I'd either only heard the
title or never heard of them at all. One such movie was CANNIBAL
HOLOCAUST (1980). I'd already seen DR. BUTCHER (aka ZOMBIE HOLOCAUST)
and MAKE THEM DIE SLOWLY (CANNIBAL FEROX) at this point, and the way Deodato's movie
was described in Balun's book it had to be the ultimate experience
for cannibal connoisseurs. The title eluded me and I had no idea how to
obtain it. None of the local video stores carried it. So when Fangoria
magazine advertised Balun's next book, 'The Deep Red Horror Handbook', I
had to get it. It came out in 1989 and I splurged the $20 on it with my
allowance. Twenty dollars was a lot of money to a 14 year old with a
tape and magazine hobby. So I receive the book and it's like the Bible
of extreme horror cinema.
As mentioned in other entries, seeing films
like BLOOD FEAST (1963), it opened up
mesmerizing avenues to a genre I'd only known primarily for its Gothic pictures;
those films being viewed as extreme in their time as well. I think I
read nearly the entire book in one sitting. One thing that caught my
attention was an ad for a mail-order video outlet called Mondo Video.
There was a small list of titles on offer for $20 but if you only wanted
a catalog, you had to send off an SASE. One such title was
CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST; so I sent off a money order for it.
This was my first experience ordering bootleg movies; so when the tape
arrived I was expecting a clamshell case with a splashy, gruesome cover.
Instead I got a VHS tape inside a generic white box with the title
typed on a label. I was a little disappointed so I popped the tape in
and there was a non-English trailer for THE LAST SAVAGE 2.
The trailer featured, among other things, scenes of children being
circumcised without anesthesia; live scorpion eating; and a young lady
having a snake inserted into her vagina in what appeared to be some sort
of fertility rite; all accompanied by some inappropriately upbeat song with indecipherable lyrics. Deodato's movie begins and after it's over, I felt
depressed; like I had been visually violated; it was as if the images had seared by eyes and trampled my soul. It made Lenzi's ultra-disgusting
FEROX look mainstream in comparison, which was no mean feat.
Not long after, my dad wanted to see it. So he's
down in the den to watch it; I didn't feel comfortable watching it with
him so I went upstairs. About 30-40 minutes later, I heard him cutting
everything off so I went to the stairs as he was coming up and asked him
what happened. He said, "That movie is evil. You'll never get that back
again." He'd gotten as far as the "adultery punishment" sequence and
decided that was enough. I did get my tape back, though. One night I
used some stealth ninja tactics to search a large oak cabinet that was
in the dining room. Using a flashlight, I combed through the rows of
tapes and there it was--at the back in the corner on the bottom.
Retrieving my tape and replacing it with a blank, my dad never noticed
it was gone. Soon after I came to understand the importance of bootlegs
among collectors when there were titles that were not accessible any
other way. There were only videocassettes at the time, so pirate culture
would largely become obsolete with the advent of DVD and blu-ray.
Horror fans no longer have to watch average to poor quality
presentations. But in those days, the hunt for the titles that were not
easily obtained was half the fun.
17. FRIDAY THE 13TH PART V: A NEW BEGINNING 1985
I was 10 years old when Paramount heralded the return of Jason Voorhees. Granted, I hadn't seen THE FINAL CHAPTER nor 3D yet, but had seen the first two movies having slipped the tapes with the HBO recordings from my dad's cabinets, and stealthily watched them in the den; scaring the hell out of myself in the process. Other than some brief glimpses of FINAL CHAPTER pics in Fangoria, I was unaware what had happened to the hockey masked slasher in the fourth, and purportedly last sequel. One of my cousins (who was four years older than me) wanted to see A NEW BEGINNING so we both basically begged our grandmother to drop us off at the theater in town to see it. She gave her permission for us to see it without adult supervision, but if she'd known what was in the movie she would NEVER have allowed us to go in. At the time it was somewhat unbelievable to be seeing my first F13 flick in a theater at just 10 years of age. Compared to the two I'd seen A NEW BEGINNING was far sleazier than anything in those previous movies. Every
time breasts were bared onscreen I kept looking back at the entrance
where an usher stood; and every time he made eye contact with me; and
every time I thought he was gonna throw me out. So I’d slink down in my
seat in the hopes I’d remain unseen till the end. My first FRIDAY experience was truly amazing. People were screaming and laughing in all the right
places. The big reveal at the end that many fans dump on didn’t bother
me. I would later see parts VII, VIII, XI, and X in the theater--sequels that would pit him
against a CARRIE clone; take a cruise to Manhattan; go to Hell; and
finally into outer space--the final frontier of slasher pictures.
I've had other memories over the years, but these are among the fondest I've managed to hold onto. If you, the reader, have similar memories from your childhood, hopefully you've held onto yours as well; those times in our lives that never fail to bring a smile to our faces when thinking of better times when we were young; when times were innocent, and the movies were not... but what fun we had finding and watching them.
