Although we’re kicking it off a little later than I’d hoped, Teleport City is spending October celebrating the bizarre world of Asian horror films. And what better way to start things off than with…
Old Hong Kong movies use the presence of a Taoist priest as a license to print crazy, despite the real world practice of Taoism’s emphasis on quiet contemplation and equilibrium with nature. As these filmmakers would have it, that age old philosophical tradition is all about people shooting cartoon lightning bolts out of their hands, repelling one another with weapon strength, supersonic laughter and, of course, watermelon monsters. In short, exactly the type of religion that might get me to turn my back on my secular ways once and for all.
Elsewhere in our mad empire, horror films in general are the order of the day:
DAY OF THE DEAD
In which I make myself one of the ten people in the world who actually liked this idiotic 2008 re-imagining of the Goerge Romero movie people now insist is a classic even though most of them didn’t like it so much until someone dared re-imagine it. Still, this is the closest thing we’ve gotten to a good old-fashioned Italian zombie movie in years.
In which producers go to the “Vincent Price is a crazy guy who devises elaborate, themed ways in which to kill people” well one too many times and come up with a movie that would have merely been “meh” if it hadn’t also happened to be Price’s final horror film.
SURVIVAL OF THE DEAD
In which George Romero attempts to redeem himself for Diary of the Dead by making a movie that is merely dull and soulless, instead of totally unwatchable.
THEATRE OF BLOOD
In which Vincent Price stars as a mad stage actor who murders critics who called him hammy, resulting in possibly Price’s greatest film and certainly one of my favorites.
Also, if you want to read a disjointed “summary by twitter” account of three days at the New York Comic Con/New York Anime Fest, and hassle me for not knowing the guy’s name was Black Adam instead of Black Atom (seriously,what sort of superhero doesn’t call himself Atom???), and for referring to that sexy fishnet stocking magician woman as Zartana instead of Zatanna, you can do that here.