October On Lifetime: Center Stage For Murder (dir by Jake Helgren)


Watching Lifetime’s Center Stage for Murder brought back a lot of memories for me.

A lot of that is because it took place in the world of ballet. Dancing in general and ballet in particular was pretty much my life up until I turned sixteen. Sixteen was when I started to realize that, thanks to a combination of big boobs and lack of coordination, I was never going to be known as the world’s greatest ballerina and instead started to turn my attention to writing. Still, I stuck with dancing until I fell down a flight of stairs at the age of 17 and broke my ankle in two places. Injuries were nothing new to me. Even when I was really into ballet, I was still basically a klutz. (Someone once told me that my main strength as a dancer was that I was cute enough to distract everyone from my mistakes and, in retrospect, I have to agree.) When this movie opened with a shot of dancers in their leotards trying to focus while a snooty teacher with an indecipherable accent savagely critiqued them, it was a true “Oh my God! Just like me!” moment.

The other “Oh my God! Just like me!” moment came when Chloe Pearson (Krystal Ellsworth) fell down a flight of stairs and ended up confined to her home due to injury. I cannot begin to count the number of times that happened to me. In fact, it happened so many times that my mom started to tell my instructors not to let me go outside alone if it was raining, snowing, or in any way icy because she knew there was no way I wouldn’t end up slipping and spraining something. (At least that’s the way I remember it!) At the time, I always laughed off the pain. “Oh my God, why am I so clumsy!?” Of course, whenever I found myself limping because the weather had suddenly changed, I find it to be a little less amusing.

In Center Stage for Murder, Stephen Tracy plays a guy who claims to be a physical therapist. He shows up at Chloe’s apartment and introduces himself as Avery Mitchell. He’s been assigned to help Chloe get back on her feet. At first, Chloe is thankful for Avery’s help. He’s not only a physical therapist but he’s also a good listener, and goodness knows, Chloe has a lot of problems that she needs to discuss. However, one of Chloe’s friends points out that Avery doesn’t appear to know some basic things about physical therapy. And Avery himself quickly starts to become rather possessive of Chloe. Soon, Avery is at the apartment all the time and Chloe finds herself a prisoner in her own rented home. Is Avery an obsessed psycho or is there an even bigger conspiracy at work?

Anyone who has ever seen a Lifetime film already knows the answer to that question, just like we knew as soon as Avery showed up that he wasn’t the real Avery Mitchell. Indeed, for all of her talent as a dancer, Chloe apparently doesn’t have much common sense because it’s pretty obvious from the start that something is off about Avery. That’s not a complaint, though. Part of the appeal of Lifetime movies is that they’re so predictable. In an uncertain world, they’re comfort food. They’re a nice brunch or late-night snack, served with appetizers of sex, blood, and melodrama. Center Stage for Murder was entertaining both because of the “Oh my God! Just like me!” moments and also because it embraced the melodrama without shame or hesitation. It was over-the-top from the word “go!” and that’s exactly the way Lifetime fans like it!

Center Stage for Murder is not the best Lifetime film of 2026. Of the 2026 Lifetime films that I’ve watched, that honor still belongs to The Couple Across the Street. That said, it’s definitely a film that reminded me of why I fell in love with Lifetime to begin with.

October True Crime: Amish Stud: The Eli Weaver Story (dir by Stacey N. Harding)


When Barbara Weaver (Miranda MacDougall) is found shot to death in her own home, the police have a difficult task ahead of them. It’s not that there’s any real question as to who probably killed Barbara. Everyone seems to know that Barbara’s husband, Eli (Luke Macfarlane), was a serial philanderer and that Barbara was on the verge of revealing all of his sins to the members of their community. The problem comes from the fact that the community in question is the Amish community and no one is willing to work with a bunch of outsider detectives. Only Barbara’s sister, Abigail (Clare Filipow), seems to be willing to help the detectives prove that Eli and his mistress, Barb (Kirsten Vangsness), were responsible for Barbara’s murder. The investigation reveals that, online, Eli Weaver was known as “Amish Stud” and that he had a long history of cheating.

Amish Stud: The Eli Weaver Story originally aired on Lifetime in 2023. Over the past few years, Lifetime has aired several films about the sordid lives of the Amish. It actually started out on a good note, with a film about the 2006 Amish schoolhouse shooting that emphasized the importance of community and also the power of forgiveness. Since then, the films have grown steadily more melodramatic, with the emphasis usually on Amish women who want to hit the clubs and Amish men who turn out to be full-blown stalkers. One has to feel a bit sorry for the Amish, who for the most part seem like they just want to be left alone and who try not to bother anyone. The truth of the matter is that the outside world will always be fascinated by the Amish. Some of it is because it’s hard to imagine a community living without the technology that the rest of us take for granted. In fact, it’s so hard to imagine that a lot of films about the Amish seem to be determined to prove that the Amish really aren’t so old-fashioned. On Lifetime, Amish communities are regularly portrayed as being a hotbed of sex and betrayal, and one often gets the feeling that a lot of that is because they don’t have to worry about the Amish watching the movie and then hopping on social media to discuss how offended they are.

(For the record, I don’t know any Amish people. I live in Texas. We have quite a few Mennonites, but I haven’t spent much time in any of their communities. I do plan on ordering some of their furniture in the future.)

With all that in mind, I should mention that Amish Stud is based on a true story. Luke Macfarlane plays Eli as being someone who is not particularly religious but who sticks with his Amish community because he knows he would probably end up broke and homeless if he tried to live among the English. The film emphasizes that Eli is not just sleazy but he’s also extremely dorky and needy, and that’s not a good combination by any stretch of the imagination. When Barbara goes to the Bishop about Eli’s cheating, she’s told that it’s her fault for not being a good enough wife. Yikes! It’s a well-made true crime story, featuring good performances from Macfarlane, MacDougall, and Kirsten Vangsness. Watching the film, it occurred to me that Eli really wasn’t that much different from all of the other philandering and untrustworthy husbands and boyfriends that have appeared in countless Lifetime films. He just happened to be Amish. If he hadn’t been Amish, it’s doubtful anyone would have paid that much attention to the story.

As for the real Eli Weaver, he’s currently serving 15 years to life in an Ohio prison. He was denied parole in 2024. His next parole hearing will be in 2032.

Horror Film Review: Daughter of Dracula (dir by Jesus Franco)


In a town off the coast of Spain, women are being murdered and their bloodless bodies left on the beach. A journalist named Charlie (Fernando Bilbao) investigates and discovers that the locals are convinced the killings are the work of a supernatural entity. Meanwhile, the aristocratic Karlstein family gathers at a chapel where the dying Countess Karlstein gives her daughter, Louisa (Britt Nichols), the key to the basement. There, Louisa discovers not only Count Dracula (Howard Vernon) but also her vampirized cousin and lover, Karine (Anne Libert).

The Karlstein family is under a vampire curse. Or maybe they’re not. It’s not always easy to follow this film’s logic. The Countess’s personal secretary (played by the film’s director, Jess Franco) is convinced a curse is at work, but Count Karlstein (Daniel White) appears to be not a vampire but simply a typical self-indulgent aristocrat. (Indeed, it’s sometimes hard to figure out how exactly Dracula ended up in the basement to begin with.) Count Karlstein is also a leading suspect in the murders. He has an alibi for at least one of them, but revealing it would mean admitting he’s been having an affair with Ana (Yelena Samarina), the secretary’s wife…

Yes, this is indeed a Jess Franco film. Even if you didn’t already know, the long, languid (and occasionally out-of-focus) shots of the Spanish beach would give it away. This was one of the eight films Franco shot in 1972, and the storyline has that incomplete feeling that often comes from a rushed production. Franco clearly had a few elements he either wanted or was contractually obligated to include: vampires, lesbians, and decadent aristocrats. A coherent plot doesn’t appear to have been a major concern. Daughter of Dracula has an improvised feel, as if Franco was making the story up as he went along. I suspect that’s exactly what he was doing.

And yet, as was often the case with Franco’s work (especially in the early ’70s), the loose structure and nonsensical plot actually work to the film’s advantage. There’s a dream-like quality to the action, one in which everyone seems to be moving either too slowly or too quickly. The atmosphere of ennui is inescapable. The Karlsteins are an aristocratic family trapped in an inescapable state of decay, and one could argue they’re meant as a stand-in for Old Europe, already being challenged by the ’70s counterculture. That decay is mirrored in Howard Vernon’s world-weary Dracula. Both the Karlsteins and Dracula are creatures from a different age who have found themselves in a rapidly changing Europe. When this film was made, Spain was still ruled by General Francisco Franco, but even he seemed to understand that his time was coming to an end.

Daughter of Dracula is ultimately a lesser Franco film. The version I saw ran a little over 70 minutes and still felt a bit too slow for its own good. It never reaches the decadent heights of Female Vampire or A Virgin Among the Living Dead. That said, Howard Vernon is always entertaining, and the film definitely sprang from the mind of Jess Franco. For better or worse, there was no other filmmaker like him.

Horror Game Review: Tenebris Somnia (by Andrés Borghi, Tobías Rusjan & Saibot Studios)


“What if they aren’t just nightmares…” — Tenebris Somnia

A breakup can leave plenty of unfinished business, but fighting monsters in your ex’s apartment is a pretty extreme way to deal with it. That’s the uncomfortable territory Tenebris Somnia explores, turning lingering concern and shared history into the foundations of a supernatural nightmare. Developed by Andrés Borghi, Tobías Rusjan, and Saibot Studios, this indie horror game pairs retro 8-bit-style gameplay with live-action sequences. The combination gives it an immediately recognizable identity, but the relationship underneath keeps it from feeling like a technical experiment. Its strongest idea is that leaving somebody behind doesn’t necessarily mean escaping the life you built together.

Julia, a filmmaker, returns to her ex-boyfriend Ivan’s apartment after recurring nightmares show him being attacked by horrific creatures. Checking on him seems reasonable enough, even if revisiting their former home already promises an awkward conversation. Unfortunately, Ivan’s involvement with a mysterious cult has made the situation considerably worse than Julia expects. She becomes caught in spaces distorted by memory and supernatural forces, where their shared past is no longer something she can keep at a comfortable distance. Concern gets her through the door, but understanding what’s happening requires confronting more than the immediate danger.

Their background in filmmaking makes that history more interesting than a generic troubled romance. Creative collaboration has become tangled up with affection, ambition, and resentment, leaving Julia and Ivan’s personal disappointments difficult to separate from their artistic ones. Revisiting the relationship means questioning what they wanted from each other and how those expectations changed. Julia also has her own convictions, which keeps her from becoming a passive visitor inside Ivan’s breakdown. She has an emotional stake in the memories being uncovered, and the story benefits from treating their history as something both characters experienced rather than something only he gets to define.

That tension between recognition and discomfort carries into the presentation. During gameplay, the retro 8-bit-style pixel art reduces rooms, characters, and monsters to relatively simple forms. It’s a deliberate choice, but not one everyone will enjoy. Players accustomed to hyper-realistic CG graphics may find the chunky sprites and limited detail more distancing than frightening, especially if visual realism is central to their enjoyment of horror. The game asks you to let your imagination finish the picture. If that aesthetic leaves you cold, the live-action footage won’t necessarily make the playable sections more appealing.

For players willing to embrace it, though, the contrast does more than provide a novelty. A creature that looked unpleasant in pixel form suddenly has texture, weight, and a disturbingly physical presence. Recognizable details connect the two styles, making the filmed sequences feel like a closer view of the same nightmare. Careful framing and expressive performances help maintain that connection, with Clara Kovacic giving Julia a human presence beyond her small playable sprite. The practical and digital effects also benefit from relatively clear footage. Without artificial VHS damage constantly obscuring the image, the monsters have nowhere to hide—and neither do you.

Between those sequences, Tenebris Somnia follows a familiar survival-horror routine of searching rooms, collecting objects, solving puzzles, and managing limited supplies. The sound design reinforces the uncertainty through harsh effects and recognizable monster noises, making danger a concern before it necessarily appears on-screen. Puzzles encourage you to understand the environment rather than simply move through it. Strange connections suit a setting distorted by memory, provided the clues establish enough logic. Progress becomes less satisfying when an easily overlooked item or interaction point sends you circling the same room. Careful investigation builds atmosphere; repeatedly checking everything because one detail barely registers tends to drain it.

Combat is less assured, largely because its survival-horror intentions are more convincing than its execution. Melee attacks, firearms, and evasive movement give Julia options, while limited ammunition makes fighting a decision rather than a reflex. Removing an enemy might make exploration safer, but those bullets could be more valuable later. That’s an effective source of tension when encounters cooperate with it. The problem is that stiffness can shift your attention away from resource management and toward the basic difficulty of carrying out your plan. Instead of worrying about whether an attack is worth attempting, you can end up worrying about whether it will behave as expected.

Cramped spaces make that friction more noticeable because there’s less room to recover when an attack or evasive movement goes wrong. Horror benefits from making a protagonist vulnerable, but vulnerability still needs consistent rules. Otherwise, the fear of getting hurt gives way to irritation about how the damage happened. Boss encounters expose those weaknesses more clearly. Their designs make a strong first impression, but some fights demand more precision and repetition than the mechanics comfortably support. Checkpoints soften failure without making every retry engaging. The creatures are often more compelling as disturbing presences than as opponents you have to repeatedly bring down.

Those shortcomings keep Tenebris Somnia from being an effortless recommendation, particularly for players who need polished combat or dislike retro graphics. Still, its relationship drama, filmmaking background, and mixed-media presentation reinforce one another in a way that gives the experience genuine personality. The monsters aren’t the only reason Julia’s return feels uncomfortable; they make an already complicated reunion physically dangerous. For horror fans drawn to atmosphere and unsettling imagery, that combination has plenty of appeal. The visit begins with concern for someone Julia once loved, then becomes a reminder that caring about a person and understanding what they’ve become are very different things.

Brad watches Robert F. Lyons in FREDDY’S NIGHTMARES: S2, E17 “Interior Loft Later.”


Robert F. Lyons is one of my favorite character actors, and he turned 87 years old on October 17, 2026. One of the best nights of my life was when I was able to interview him, along with host Eric Todd, on the THIS WEEK IN CHARLES BRONSON PODCAST episode “Everyone calls me Bobby.” I mostly appreciate him based on his work with Bronson (DEATH WISH II, TEN TO MIDNIGHT, MURPHY’S LAW), but he’s got over 100 credits, and he’s given a lot of memorable performances in films and on TV over the years. As far as the horror genre, I generally think of his role as Skeeter Norris in THE DARK NIGHT OF THE SCARECROW (1981). When I was looking through his filmography this week, I noticed he had guest-starred in an episode of FREDDY’S NIGHTMARES that premiered on February 4th, 1990. Having never watched an episode before, this seemed like the perfect time to check it out.

I only watched the first part of the episode in order to see Lyons, but his story concerns an obnoxious sculptor (Lyons) who fakes his own death to avoid prosecution after the accidental death of one of his models. This also has the added benefit of increasing the value of his work. He instructs his wife, who knows he’s really alive, to sell his remaining sculptures for the premium before they head to France and live out their lives in luxury. The narcissist that he is, he goes stir crazy cooped up in his loft apartment, even accusing his wife of having an affair. Unsurprisingly, things don’t go well for him in the end.

As I said earlier, this was my first episode of FREDDY’S NIGHTMARES. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but I did enjoy the nostalgia of seeing Freddy Krueger (Robert Englund) host the episode, even if his comments were a little corny. I don’t want to speak for the entire series, but based on this one episode alone, the story seemed designed to teach our protagonist a thing or two about the right way to treat people. Despite his artistic talent, our lead was selfish, jealous, bitter, and abusive to everyone around him, and he learned a valuable, but deadly lesson. I enjoyed Lyons’ performance, and I thought Fabiana Udenio was extremely sexy as his wife. I mean seriously, the guy should have been thanking God that he had her rather than treating her like crap. This being the early 90s, he had an earring in his left ear and a cute little ponytail, but he truly is a jerk and Lyons went all in as he always seemed to in his best performances.

I’m glad I watched this episode, even if I don’t necessarily have the desire to go back through the entire series. Lyons is good, and the story had a reasonable, if superficially manufactured, moral lesson for a guy who had treated the important people in his life kind of like property. If another episode catches my attention in the future, I’ll definitely give it a watch!

P.S. I’ve attached a link to our interview on TWICB just in case interviews with character actors like Lyons interest you. It was so much fun for me!

Horror Film Review: The Blair Witch Project (dir by Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sanchez)


 

Do you remember The Blair Witch Project?

Yeah, I know you remember the movie. I know you remember that it’s a found-footage film about three people who go into the woods to make a documentary about a legendary figure known as the Blair Witch. They end up getting lost in the woods, and then eventually two of them end up running around and finding a house where they presumably fall victim to the witch. Later, their film was found even as they remained listed as “missing.”

But do you really remember what a big deal this movie was back in 1999? In today’s cynical age, it can be easy to forget just how big a deal The Blair Witch Project was when it was first released. It was one of the first films—perhaps the first—to truly take advantage of the Internet as a marketing tool. Whereas other films, up to that point, would just have a simple webpage where you could read bios about the actors and spend ten minutes waiting for a clip from the movie to load, The Blair Witch Project had a web page that didn’t even seem to realize that it was advertising a film. Instead, it was all about the legend of the Blair Witch and how three young people were missing. Today, we’re used to viral hoaxes. In 1999, though, the Internet was still a new enough thing to most people that there was an assumption that anything you saw online had to be real. If you saw a web page saying that Heather Donahue, Joshua Leonard, and Michael Williams had disappeared, then the assumption was that they had really disappeared. It can be hard to remember today, but there were once very serious debates about whether or not The Blair Witch Project was real or if it was just a film.

Today, of course, we all know it was just a film. Joshua Leonard, who was the first of the three to die and whose fingers were apparently chopped off by the witch, has subsequently gone on to be a busy character actor, and he appears to still have all of his fingers. Michael C. Williams is also still acting and apparently also worked as a high school guidance counselor after throwing away the map that would have helped him, Joshua, and Heather find their way out of the forest. Heather Donahue, who famously said, “I’m so scared,” while filming herself at night, has retired from acting but is still occasionally interviewed. They’re all alive! Yay!

Today, it’s hard to watch The Blair Witch Project without thinking about the hundreds of found-footage films that followed in its wake. Like all successful (and/or good) films, The Blair Witch Project made it look easy and, as a result, a lot of people have tried to do the same thing with varied success. (It’s also easy to forget what a big deal the first Paranormal Activity film was.) Seen today, the film’s flaws are easy to spot. The dialogue was largely improvised and, as is so often the case with improv, this leads to a lot of scenes that don’t really seem to go anywhere. And yet, there’s still a certain power to the film. It does capture the frustrating feeling of being lost, and the final run through the house is still effectively creepy. The film’s power has been diluted by 27 years of imitation, but it still works on a very basic level.

That said, the main feeling that one gets from The Blair Witch Project is one of nostalgia. For a film about a witch that kills children and film students, it’s a surprising reminder of a more innocent time. There was a time when people truly believed in the Blair Witch.

Bonus Horror on the Lens: Mesa of Lost Women (dir by Herbert Tevos and Ron Ormond)


 

Off in the middle of the desert, Dr. Aranya (Jackie Coogan) is conducting dangerous experiments that are resulting not only in giant spiders but also a master race of superwomen who Aranya is planning to use to conquer the world or something.

1953’s Mesa of Lost Women is a bit of a disjointed film.  It was originally filmed by a German director named Herbert Tevos, who claimed to be an associate of Erich Von Stroheim’s and a former collaborator of Marlene Dietrich’s.  However, despite his claims of being well-connected, no one was particularly impressed with Tevos’s first cut of the film so Ron Ormond was brought in to film additional scenes, the majority of them featuring Jackie Coogan as the insane Dr. Aranya.  Jackie Coogan was, at the time, still best-known for playing The Kid in the Charlie Chaplin film of the same name.  After Mesa, he would go on to play Uncle Fester on the original Addams Family.

Anyway, Mesa of Lost Women is one of those B-movies that simply has to be seen and heard to be believed.  (Lyle Talbot provides the narration, which is judgmental even by the standards of the 1950s.)  Enjoy Mesa of Lost Women!

Horror On The Lens: The Beast of Yucca Flats (dir by Coleman Francis)


 

Since today would have Tor Johnson’s birthday, it seems appropriate to sahre the one film in which he starred, 1961’s The Beast Of Yucca Flats.

The Beast of Yucca Flats is a thoroughly inept film that makes next to no sense and has massive continuity errors.  It’s a film that also features Tor Johnson as a Russian scientist who gets mutated by radiation and becomes a monster, but not before taking off almost all of his clothes while walking through the desert.  For that matter, it’s also a film about a family that comes together though adversity — namely, being shot at by the police after the family patriarch is somehow mistaken for Tor Johnson.  And finally, it’s the story of how a dying monster can find comfort from a rabbit and that’s actually kind of a sweet message.

Here’s the thing — yes, The Beast of Yucca Flats is bad but you still owe it to yourself to watch it because you will literally never see anything else like it.  Plus, maybe you’ll be able to figure out what the whole point of the opening scene is.

Because I’ve watched this film a few times and I still have no idea!  But I always tear up when Tor reaches out for that rabbit.

Enjoy!

Join #MondayMania For The Killer Downstairs!


Hi, everyone!  Tonight, on twitter, I will be hosting one of my favorite films for #MondayMania!  Join us for 2019’s The Killer Downstairs!

You can find the movie on Prime and then you can join us on twitter at 9 pm central time!  (That’s 10 pm for you folks on the East Coast.)  See you then!

The Call, Short Film Review by Case Wright


If a man wakes up in the woods and no one cares, did a film even happen? Well sadly, this film was made because we don’t have quality control over whom gets to use the iPhone video camera app. We really need some punishment, if you make a film like this. I’m NOT saying beatings…BUT what if we don’t break the skin?

A man wakes up in the woods and monster who mimics human voices chases him. I understand that some of you are thinking Appalachian horror, but you can’t because you will only encourage him and filmmakers like him. We can’t let this become a trend. Just, NO! We already have Alex Magana; he exists- AMONG US! If we get together, we could devise a plan to hide this man’s phone: PROBLEM SOLVED!