This piece contains some spoilers. When referring to Sam Raimi’s film, I will use “The Evil Dead,” while the remake will dispense of the definite article.
While Leatherface is busy getting all of the love lately, our man Nomad has put together a stunning pictorial history of everyone's favorite mama's boy, Jason Voorhees, for his Idle Hands blog that's nothing short of a must see! Dig it!
Another year winds down, and it's time to reflect on the good, the bad, and the ugly of 2012's horror offerings. We're giving you ten different lists this time, and per usual they come in a variety of formats, each reflecting the unique styles of our writers. We've also compiled them to come up with the year's overall winners and losers.
I’ve been to more haunted attractions than I can count, and have been subjected to some pretty crazy things over the years, but never before have I been given a poncho when entering an event. Hell, they don’t even give ponchos out at GWAR shows.
By the time that you read this, Twilight Time's limited edition Blu-ray of Tom Savini's 1990 version of Night of the Living dead has long been sold out. Unless you're looking to spend some serious cash on Amazon or eBay, you're just not going to be able to buy it. With that in mind...
At this time we here at Dread Central would like to take a moment to reflect on and honor the memories of our friends and family who were lost to us over a decade ago. You'll always be close to our hearts.
Who's ready to go back to school? We are, and we know what's waiting: copious amounts of pig's blood, nightmare stalkers, masked killers, and more.
Dread Central regulars might remember my short-lived column from 2010. I drudged up older genre films on a weekly basis in an effort to give them their day in the sun. But I found myself bogged down in real life stuff at the time that prevented me from continuing on. I always intended on bringing it back, and I'm happy to say that day is nearly upon us!
Demon: I'm not Regan. Father Karras: Well, then let's introduce ourselves. I'm Damien Karras. Demon: And I'm the Devil. Now kindly undo these straps. Father Karras: If you're the Devil, why not make the straps disappear? Demon: That's much too vulgar a display of power, Karras.
Hello! Welcome to what is the first of hopefully many installments of Con-Man, a series of articles that will focus on the many facets of the most wonderful of nerd-Meccas: horror movie conventions.
"Is this your wife? What a lovely throat." -Graf Orlock, Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (1922) Vampires, oh how they've changed through the years. Unfortunately, it seems that somewhere along the line the vamps lost their…their GRRR!
Wolfen isn’t a werewolf movie. I should make that clear from the start. In fact, Wolfen has more in common with the monster animal genre of films so popular in the 1970’s like Willard, The Food of the Gods, and Night of the Lepus.
In early June we told you about author and professor James F. Broderick's Now a Terrifying Motion Picture!, after which he offered to write a guest blog for us. The result is this hilarious satire about how Hollywood often ridiculously distorts classic works for contemporary audiences.
Father's Day: the hallowed holiday where we celebrate dads everywhere, even the shining examples of fatherhood that see fit to terrorize their offspring as if they were the enemy. Wait! Those aren't the dads we want to celebrate! They're part of the problem!
Urban legends carry with them that unmistakable element of fear that we long for in the deepest, darkest parts of our psyche -- you know, the one that goes crazy when we watch a great slasher flick. Part of us wants the horrific yarn to be true -- because wouldn’t that be much more interesting than the truth?