Ring in the New Year with the Top 9 Babies in Horror
Scott Hallam
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Hellboy (2004)
Based on Mike Mignola’s story and directed by Guillermo del Toro, Hellboy was an action-packed thrill ride for audiences. Ron Perlman was the perfect stout-chinned actor to play Hellboy himself. But our first looks at the demonic scamp were much more cutesy than anything else. A scant little red monster that somehow made it through an interdimensional portal on October 10, 1944, in Scotland during an Allied attack against Nazi forces led by Obersturmbannführer Karl Ruprecht Kroenen. Headed by Trevor Bruttenholm, the Allied forces were able to squash the Nazi’s plan and, at the same time, gain a tremendous ally in the form of the infant Hellboy. Bruttenholm would go on to adopt the young demon, who grew into one of the most unique superheroes of our time.
“The Walking Dead” (November 4, 2012-present)
Little Asskicker. Born in a bloody delivery to a mother who would not survive the procedure, living in a prison or on the run for every day of her short existence, Judith Grimes has seen some shit. Even at her infantile age, she’s already survived more than I know I personally could have… the prison invasion, threat of strangulation by a stranger in the woods while Tyreese wrestled with his conscience… Lizzy! Simply put, as babies go, Judith has to be one of the most hardened little ones ever. In fact, we’ve heard that she insists on getting some of Bob’s hooch in her milk, which she drinks exclusively out of broken Jägermeister bottles found along the road.
Dead Alive (1992)
The Dead Alive (or Braindead for those of you out there who prefer that title) baby takes perhaps the most punishment of anyone to ever wear a onesie onscreen. In one scene, which you can enjoy below, after biting a woman in the face, and in the space of about 40 seconds, he gets a chair smashed over his head Cactus Jack-style, kicked in the face, springboarded off an ironing board before getting smashed in the face with a frying pan hard enough to leave a perfect imprint of his face on it. From there he is threatened with an electric blender/chopper, hung precariously over said blender/chopper by a shoddily hung light fixture before landing his ass in the blender/chopper, only to be launched out of it and then unceremoniously punched in the face, which launches him through a window. Well done! Peter Jackson just doesn’t make ’em like that anymore.
