I’m not sure I’ve ever posted an update in which the newest film reviewed and the oldest were separated by more than a hundred years. At the very least, it can’t have happened more than once or twice.

 

Bad Meat (2011), in which it’s an open question whether the inmates of a reprogramming camp for juvenile delinquents were worse off before or after the camp staff got turned into mindless rage-zombies…

Bones and All (2022), in which awards-bait romance and explicit cannibalism are the two acquired tastes that taste really frigging weird together…

The Frozen Dead (1966), in which the mad scientist and his Nazi paymasters would have a much easier time getting their Fourth Reich up and running if his lab assistant would stop helping…

Halloween (2018), in which it’s another open question whether Michael Myers or Laurie Strode is the crazier one this time around…

Planet of the Vampire Women (2011), which comes within a hair’s breadth of living up to all the implications of that title…

Queen of Atlantis (1921), in which H. Rider Haggard’s Ayesha isn’t the only terminally horny sorceress-queen lounging around North Africa seducing European explorers…

and…

School of the Holy Beast (1974), in which I had no idea they made naughty nun movies in Japan!

 

 

 

 

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