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That's Bait

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 But then they died Who the hell am I?   My name is Nathan Tyree. I host a wacky little podcast called Bloodfest the Podcast. We talk about horror and exploitation movies. Sometimes we have guests. Some of those guests are podcasters. Some of them are famous people in the world of horror. We have interviewed Larry Fessenden (Habit, Blackout, Jakob’s Wife, The Last Winter).  Sarah Lind (A Wounded Fawn, The Humanity Bureau), Harley Wallen (Ash and Bone, Abstruse), Chad Crawford Kinkle (Jug Face). Coming soon we will have Lauren Ashley Carter (POD, Jug Face, The Woman), Sean Whalen (Beneath Us All, The People Under the Stairs, Twister) and many more. Bloodfest the website   What do I want?   I have been a fan of Lloyd Kaufman since I first saw The Toxic Avenger when I was probably too young to watch Toxie. Troma films have been a passion of mine as far back as I can remember.  All I really want from life, if for Lloyd Kaufman to hop on a google meet call with my podcasting goons and me fo

What the hell is that thing?

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  Elvis traded places with an Elvis impersonator and now lives a quiet life in an East Texas nursing home surrounded by decrepit old folks. He worries about life and the meaning of it all and about that growth on his penis which may be cancer. Elvis (Bruce Campbell of Evil Dead Fame) meets up with JFK (Ossie Davis). Kennedy, it seems, had his death faked. He was then dyed black and dumped in this rest home under another name. Bubba Hotep is the story of these two old men, and their lives in what is, for all intents and purposes, Hell. It is about there attempts to regain some of their youth, vitality and zest for life. It scrapes around the edges of being a film about aging, and about how we abuse and forget our progenitors. Then, just when you think this movie is one thing, the mummy shows up. Bubba Hotep is an Egyptian mummy that was stolen, then washed into a creek near the nursing home where JFK and The King reside. He has come to suck old people’s souls out through their rectums.

Blood, blood everyone

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  So much blood So much blood everywhere! I recently wrote about a film called  Little  Deaths that disappointed and even angered me. As you likely know by now, I like anthology films, especially horror anthology films, quite a lot. I get excited when I see one coming and that one did nothing but let me down.  Luckily, I got to watch a different portmanteau horror soon thereafter. It was called An Hour to Kill. To start, I went into An Hour to Kill knowing absolutely nothing about it. I didn’t know that it was an anthology film, or that it was horror of a sort. It takes a bit to reveal itself, and to be honest the start is kind of rocky. It opens like a grimy, low-rent L.A. gangster flick. We meet two guys in a bar and they banter blandly.  Things pick up when Gio (Aaron Guerrero) arrives. This actor has an ease, a naturalism to his performance that makes him a pleasure to watch onscreen.  Gio and Frankie (one of the guys in that opening bar scene) are hitmen and they have been on the

Revenant of Stupid

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    North America's getting soft, patrón, and the rest of the world is getting tough. Very, very tough. We're entering savage new times, and we're giong to have to be pure and direct and strong, if we're going to survive them. Now, you and this cesspool you call a television station and your people who wallow around in it, your viewers who watch you do it, they're rotting us away from the inside. We intend to stop that rot.                                          - Harlan, presaging Tucker Carlson or Alex Jones or Ben Shapiro.             Most people view Sydney Lumet and Paddy Chayefsky's Network as the greatest,  most prescient film about the destructive power of television. It is a masterpiece; a perfect picture of the rot that TV spreads. How it infects everything and everyone that it touches. It predicted the insidious nature of "reality TV"  decades before Brig Brother or The Real World. It predicted the way news, once a public service, would be