I've been waiting for this all year. After two interviews with director Vincente Disanti and a ton of teaser material put out by Womp Stomp Films, I can honestly say I've been looking forward to this Friday more than most. You see, this Friday is the release of the long awaited fan tribute short film Never Hike Alone. Friday the 13th is arguably the most significant horror property since the Universal Studios monsters first graced the silver screen. Over the years I've seen p

“Chomp chomp, zombie.” A diminutive, grandmotherly figure says with a broad smile as she clacks a set of dentures in the air. It’s been almost two weeks since I had the chance to visit the first annual Women in Horror Film Festival and that singular image from Lynne Hansen’s Chomp is still making me grin. The story centers on an elderly woman obsessed with a cable access pundit convinced the zombie apocalypse is nigh. Determined to be a guest on his show, she kidnaps a drunk

I don’t know art but I know what I like. Damn, I really did just open with that line, didn’t I? Ugh. I promise, the rest of this article will be much better. Though I hate to employ such a terribly overused cliché it isn’t entirely wrong. A painting is just a painting unless it makes you feel something. I can respect the craftsmanship and technique of almost any painter, sculptor, or designer around but unless they make me feel something, unless they can speak to my soul thro

Kuchisake-onna, the Slit Mouthed Woman is a terrifying Japanese folk tale dating back centuries that, like any good bit of lore and mythology, has evolved over the ages and survived into modern times. For those of you unfamiliar with the story, allow me to summarize. The Slit Mouthed Woman is often depicted as a young woman wearing a surgical mask over her face and a trench coat. She carries a pair of long, sharp scissors (or a scalpel or knife depending on who tells the tale

Release: February 2017 Directors: Andy Mitton, Jesse Holland Screenplay: Andy Mitton Cast: Clark Freeman, Annette O’Toole, Giovanna Zacarías, Jay Dunn Rating: NR Production Co: Filmed Imagination “You know how every year or two, there’s a headline that pops up about an asteroid that’s maybe on a crash course to Earth to kill us all, right? And then they say, ‘Whoops, nevermind. It’ll miss us, death from space is cancelled.’ And we get that relief…we go on about our lives like

I’ve been seeing a lot of articles online lately about an unreleased director’s cut of 1993’s Jason Goes to Hell suggesting that the already gruesome ninth installment was meant to be more violent and terrifying than what was originally released. For those of you unfamiliar with this particular episode in the franchise, this was one of a few films in the series intended to be the “Final Friday” and featured some of the more campy and strange elements of horror that have added

The passing of time is strange to me. I still hear people talk about things that happened ten years ago and immediately think to myself about the 90’s despite that we’re pretty deep into the 21st century at this point. So, as I was looking through my collection of movies and books this week I came across a double whammy in the form of 30 Days of Night. Debuted in 2007, it felt difficult to accept that it’s really been ten years already since I went and saw this in the theater

Dawn of the Dead is one of my favorite zombie movies. The original, not the 2004 remake with Ving Rhames. I love the cheesy, campy, blue painted zombies, the phenomenal quotables that lend some insight into the chaos of the apocalypse, and that late 70’s charm as survivors make a new life for themselves in the heart of a shopping mall. Romero’s zombies became the perfect analogy for the overbearing consumerism and materialism swallowing an entire nation. If you haven’t watche

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. I never really understood that until I took over the Nashville Zombie Walk. See, back in 2007 I took my family to our first zombie walk downtown along Riverfront Park and it was one of the best outings we’ve ever had. Dressed up like monsters we ran around Music Row freaking out tourists in cowboy hats to a sound track provided by the various street performers lining Broadway. It became an annual tradition for us as important as