4 Shots From 4 Horror Films: The 1980s Part One


This October, I’m going to be doing something a little bit different with my contribution to 4 Shots From 4 Films.  I’m going to be taking a little chronological tour of the history of horror cinema, moving from decade to decade.

Today, we begin the 80s!

4 Shots From 4 Horror Films

Friday the  13th (1980, dir by Sean S. Cunningham)

Friday the 13th (1980, dir by Sean S. Cunningham)

The Shining (1980, dir by Stanley Kubrick)

The Shining (1980, dir by Stanley Kubrick)

The Beyond (1981, dir by Lucio Fulci)

The Beyond (1981, dir by Lucio Fulci)

The Howling (1981, dir by Joe Dante)

The Howling (1981, dir by Joe Dante)

Mother, AI Short Film Review by Case Wright


I suppose this is becoming the October of AI. I wanted see if there was ANYTHING good being churned out. They are quite terrible usually. I think it’s fair to say that they are all bad, but some flirt with a D+.
Mother is haunted house story. A pregnant mother decides to go exploring in her own home …. for some reason. It did not look like she just moved in; so, exploring your home is kinda nuts. So, she explores and hears children giggling and goes into a room that looks like a grenade exploded in it. She decides to touch a wall, which opens to a sewer tunnel and decides to go spelunking… as you do.

She’s going through the home sewer and find a ghost child and evil spirit. There was no reason at all for her to do the things she did. I supposed we assume she drunk on stupid juice and turned into a ghost hunter.

What positive things can I write? It was a film. It had a beginning, middle, and an end. There were scenes and the color yellow, which is maybe not positive, but I’m really trying. Also, the sewer was pretty clean, if you’re into that- this is the film for you!

Horror Review: The Dead Zone (dir. by David Cronenberg)


“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I had the power… and I tried to prevent what I saw.”Johnny Smith

In 1983, David Cronenberg adapted Stephen King’s The Dead Zone with a distinctive emphasis on mood, morality, and psychological depth rather than traditional horror spectacle. The film follows Johnny Smith (Christopher Walken), a small-town schoolteacher whose life transforms irrevocably after a traumatic car accident leaves him in a five-year coma. Upon awakening, Johnny discovers he possesses psychic abilities that allow him to see the past and future by touch. Rather than a gift, this power becomes a heavy burden, isolating him and forcing him into wrenching moral choices.

Cronenberg’s direction is meticulous and deliberately restrained. The film’s muted color palette and stark winter landscapes visually echo Johnny’s emotional isolation and the fragility of human existence. His careful, often gliding camera movements create a mounting sense of quiet dread, while minimalistic sound design underscores moments of revelation with haunting subtlety. This subdued style elevates the film’s psychological impact, transforming it into a thoughtful and melancholy meditation on the cost of harrowing knowledge.

Significantly, The Dead Zone marks a departure from Cronenberg’s signature body horror. Instead of the grotesque physical transformations and visceral mutations that characterize much of his other work, here Cronenberg turns inward. The real horror lies in the malleability of the mind and the elusive nature of perception—how reality, memory, and the future are unstable constructs that can shift and fracture under psychic strain. This thematic focus on the impermanence and distortion of mental reality touches on some of Cronenberg’s deepest artistic fascinations.

The restrained treatment of body horror in The Dead Zone previews the director’s later, more psychologically driven films such as A History of ViolenceEastern Promises, and A Dangerous Method, where character studies and narrative depth take precedence over startling visuals. In this early pivot, Cronenberg demonstrates that his mastery lies not only in visual spectacle but in probing the profound emotional and moral dilemmas faced by his characters. The vision-focused horror here is cerebral and grounded, rooting supernatural phenomena in human frailty and ethical complexity.

Christopher Walken’s nuanced portrayal is the emotional heart of the film. He captures Johnny’s vulnerability, weariness, and profound solitude, portraying a man burdened by a cursed knowledge that isolates him from the world. Martin Sheen plays Greg Stillson, the ambitious and morally bankrupt politician whose rise Johnny must foretell and who embodies the film’s central threat. The supporting cast, including Brooke Adams as Johnny’s lost love Sarah and Tom Skerritt as Sheriff Bannerman, delivers compelling and authentic performances that humanize the film’s intimate, small-town environment.

Several changes from King’s novel sharpen the film’s thematic focus. The novel’s sprawling plot, including a serial killer subplot and a brain tumor storyline symbolizing Johnny’s mortality, is pared down or omitted. Despite this trimming, the serial killer element retained in the film remains chilling and effective. It highlights the darker repercussions of Johnny’s psychic gift and injects a tangible sense of dread, reinforcing the psychological weight Johnny carries. This subplot grounds the supernatural within a disturbing reality, illustrating the violent and tragic circumstances Johnny must grapple with as part of his burden.

The concept of the “dead zone” itself shifts in meaning. Originally, the term referred to parts of Johnny’s brain damaged by the accident, blocking certain visions. Cronenberg reinterprets it as a metaphor for the unknown and unknowable parts of the future—the gaps in psychic clarity that allow for free will and change. This subtle shift reshapes the narrative toward a more ambiguous, hopeful meditation on destiny and human agency.

Compared to King’s novel, Cronenberg’s Johnny is more grounded and isolated. The novel frames Johnny’s struggle within a broader spiritual and fatalistic context, highlighted by the looming presence of a brain tumor and a nuanced exploration of hope versus resignation. The film, by contrast, focuses on the emotional and moral fatigue induced by Johnny’s psychic gift, emphasizing his loneliness and reluctant responsibility rather than supernatural destiny.

Walken’s restrained, haunting performance strips away mythic grandeur to reveal a deeply human character. The film’s narrowed narrative tightens focus on Johnny’s internal anguish and his difficult ethical choices, making his plight intimate and richly relatable.

On a thematic level, The Dead Zone contemplates fate, free will, and sacrifice. Johnny’s psychic abilities act as a draining, almost chthonic force, transforming him into a reluctant prophet who is tasked with intervening in grim futures at great personal cost. The film’s bleak winter setting visually reflects Johnny’s alienation, while its deliberate pacing highlights the exhaustion and heartbreak that comes with such knowledge.

Ultimately, Cronenberg’s The Dead Zone goes beyond supernatural thriller conventions. It is a profound meditation on empathy, sacrifice, and the human condition—where the greatest horrors are internal, and the cost of knowledge is both psychic and emotional. Johnny Smith emerges as a tragic, flawed figure wrestling with unbearable burdens.

Cronenberg’s direction and the impeccable performances make The Dead Zone a standout in King adaptations. The film’s enduring impact lies in its rich thematic texture, its moral ambiguity, and its unflinching exploration of human frailty, all conveyed through a director shifting skillfully from physical body horror to psychological and existential terror. The film remains as haunting and resonant now as it was upon release, a testament to the synergy of Cronenberg and King’s extraordinary talents.

Horror On The Lens: The Creeping Terror (dir by Vic Savage)


Today, we have got a true classic.  First released in 1964, The Creeping Terror is the best film ever made about a carpet eating people.

This film is famous for its use of narration.  Apparently, the original soundtrack was lost and, after attempting to dub a few scenes, director Vic Savage instead just hired radio news reader Larry Burrell to tell people what was happening in each scene.  As well, Savage himself later vanished when the film’s investors came looking for their money.  No one is really sure what happened to Vic Savage, though there is some evidence that he subsequently died of liver failure in 1975.  I like to think that Vic Savage faked his dead and that he is still alive somewhere, probably in his 90s and drinking pina coladas on a beach.

Some consider this film to be one of the worst ever made.  I love it.

 

October Positivity: Meant To Be (dir by Bradley Dorsey)


2012’s Meant To Be tells the story of …. well, it tells a few stories.

Tori (Erin Sossamon) is a teenage girl who has a bright future but only if she can survive her less-than-wonderful present.  She has an abusive boyfriend.  Her parents seem to be absent.  She’s a photographer and her high school counselor (Michael Gross) has helped her to find a scholarship but Tori has recently discovered that she’s pregnant!

Linda Dickson (Erika Eleniak) is a social worker, who lives in a nice house and who has a wonderful husband (Dean Cain) but who also seems to be struggling with an overwhelming depression.  Maybe it’s because her 18 year-old daughter has recently left home for college.  She obsesses on finding newspaper stories about 20 year-olds doing wonderful things.  She cuts them out of the paper and puts them in a shoebox.  (I do the same thing with well-written obituaries.)  When a call comes in about a loud argument at Tori’s house, Linda is the one who investigates.  When she realizes that Tori is pregnant, Linda becomes a part of Tori’s life, giving her advice.  Linda is determined to convince Tori to not get an abortion, even if it means that Tori will lose her scholarship.

And finally, there’s Nathan (Bradley Dorsey), a twenty year-old aspiring writer who doesn’t know what he should write about.  In a voice-over, he says that he’s learned that writing about only what you know can be a trap so he’s decided to write about what he doesn’t know.  (By that logic, my next short story should be about trigonometry.)  Nathan grew up in the foster system.  He doesn’t know who his mother was.  He’s not even fully sure where he was born.  But he’s still going to search for her so he can discover not only where he came from but also why he was abandoned.

Nathan finds himself staying at a mysterious hotel, one where all of the other guests also appear to be people who never knew their mother.  Even though Nathan puts a do-not disturb sign on his door, the motel maid (Della Reese) still regularly enters his room and encourages him to get out of bed and continue his search.  With the help of two other guests, Shelly (Kristen Renton) and Becky (Colleen Foy), Nathan is able to track down his mother and her address….

Can you guess who she is?

Of course, you can!  Now, in all fairness to the movie, it doesn’t present the fact that Linda is Nathan’s mother as some sort of surprise twist.  From the moment that Nathan figures out that his mother was named Linda and then Becky comes across an old glamour shot of Erika Eleniak in a high school yearbook, it’s pretty clear that Linda Dickson gave up Nathan and she’s never stopped thinking about him and that’s why she’s so obsessed with Tori.  That’s not the twist.

But there is a twist and here it is….

Are you ready?

Nathan and all the residents at the hotel and most of the passengers on the flights that Nathan takes in  and out of town are …. ABORTION GHOSTS!  That’s right.  Linda had an abortion.  Nathan was the son she was meant to have but didn’t.

Is it heavy-handed?  Yes.  Is it effective?  Well, the answer to that question probably depends on how you feel about abortion.  That’s one thing about all of these abortion movies.  It’s hard for me to imagine that any of these films — whether it’s the church-produced Pro-Life films or the studio-produced Pro-Choice films — have ever changed anyone’s mind about abortion.  As such, movies about abortion largely exist to preach to the choir.  Abortion movies, regardless of which side they come down on, are largely movie that people watch so that they can nod and think to themselves, “My side really is the only correct one.”

As for the film itself, it’s rather slow and the voice-over tends to get rather portentous.  Dean Cain was probably on the set for one day.  Colleen Foy gave the best performance while Erika Eleniak was a bit bland in the lead role.  On the plus side, it looked like a real movie, which is more than one can say for a lot of faith-based films.  Again, how you react to the film will largely depend on whether or not you agree with its message.

Gelien, Short Film Review, by Case Wright


Yes, this is their online poster. Yes, there is no title. Yes, the robot apocalypse will be boring.
I don’t know what jobs AI is going to take away, but it will definitely bore us more quickly. Do we really need to make the Alex Magana’s of the world make more film gonorrhea? What would the penicillin be for an Alex Magana film?

However, Alex Magana did not make this steaming pile of jelly garbage, it was Dark Dabs Horror. The world gets attacked by an extraterrestrial jellyfish that covers the earth in goo and kills everything. Why? Who knows? Is it gross? Not really. Nobody dissolves; instead, they all look like they took a swim in jell-o. I wouldn’t call it horror as much as I would call it unintentionally kinda fun in a very sad way. The future is boring.

Werewolf (1997, directed by Tony Zarrindast)


An foul-tempered man named Yuri (Jorge Riverso) gets his hands on the skeleton of a werewolf that was discovered out in the middle of the Arizona desert.  Anyone who gets scratched by the werewolf’s skeleton is destined to transform into a werewolf themselves.

That’s not much of a plot.  This is the first time that I’ve come across the idea that touching a werewolf’s skeleton will also turn you into a werewolf.  It doesn’t make much sense but it does lead to a lot of scenes of Yuri creeping around and hitting people with pieces of the werewolf skeleton.  He’s working with an archeologist (Richard Lynch) who wants to capture a werewolf and then make money by displaying it in a freak show.  Unfortunately, almost everyone who gets touched by the werewolf skeleton dies shortly afterwards.

Other than Richard Lynch and Jorge Rivero, the only “name” actor in this movie is Joe Estevez, Martin Sheen’s look-alike brother.  Joe Estevez has the role that I guess would go to Daniel Baldwin if the movie were made today.  He stands around and yells.  Overall the acting is so poor that it’s often laugh-out-loud funny.  Adriana Stastny mutters, “This is absolutely fascinating,” in the dullest voice possible when she’s first told about how the skeleton can turn someone into a werewolf.  As for the werewolf, it’s appearance changes from scene-to-scene, making it next to impossible to actually follow the plot.

There’s  a reason why this movie is best-known for being used in an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000.  Without Mike and the bots, it’s almost unbearably dull.  There’s nothing absolutely fascinating about it.

Horror Scenes That I Love: Bela Lugosi in Dracula


Dracula (1931, starring Bela Lugosi as the Count, Dir by Tod Browning, DP: Karl Freund)

On this day, 143 years ago Bela Lugosi was born in what is now Romania.  Lugosi began his career in his native country, appearing on stage.  After serving as an infantryman in World War I, Lugosi moved into the movie industry and appeared in silent Hungarian films.  The young Lugosi was an activist, involved in labor issues and trying to unionize the Hungarian film industry.  When a new government came to power in Hungary in 1920, the politically-active Lugosi moved first to Germany and then eventually ended up in the United States.  After a period of working as a merchant seaman, Lugosi returned to acting.

He first played Dracula on stage in New York City.  In 1928, while touring in the role of Dracula, he moved out to California and quickly became a part of the Hollywood community.  When Universal produced a film adaptation of Dracula in 1931, Lugosi was the obvious choice for the lead role.  The film made Lugosi a star and it also typecast him.  Lugosi never stopped acting, though the films varied widely in quality.  By the end of his career, Lugosi was a member of the Ed Wood stock company.  Even appearing in something like Bride of the Monster, Lugosi still made an impression.

In the scene below, from 1931’s Dracula, Lugosi suggests that Edward van Sloan’s Van Helsing should perhaps leave the country.

A Blast From The Past: The Man With Wax Faces (dir by Maurice Tourneur)


For today’s horrific blast from the past, we have a French horror film called The Man With Wax Faces.  Filmed in 1914 by Maurice Tourneur, this 11-minute film was the first horror movie to be set in a wax museum.  Based on a play that had earlier been performed at the infamous Grand Guignol,  The Man With Wax Faces was technically very advanced for 1914.  This film is not just a horror story.  It was also a chance for Tourneur to experiment with and explore what could be done on film.

The story is a simple one and one that viewers should be able to follow, even if they can’t read the French title cards.  An arrogant man who claims that nothing has ever frightened him accepts a bet to spend the night in a wax museum.  Secretly, his friend also stays in the museum to make sure that all of the conditions of the bet are honored.  Madness and tragedy follow.

Director Maurice Tourneur also made some films in Hollywood during the silent era, before eventually returning to France.  His son, Jacques Tourneur, follows in his footsteps and directed several memorable horror films, including Cat People, I Walked With A Zombie. and Night of the Demon.

October True Crime: Swearing Allegiance (dir by Richard Colla)


“Greenish brown female sheep,” the two lovers at the center of 1997’s Swearing Allegiance often tell each other.

It’s their code and only they understand what it means.  It’s not that hard to figure out.

Greenish Brown = Olive

Female Sheep = Ewe

Olive Ewe.

Say it out loud.

I love you.

That seems cute until you really think about it.  David Graham (David Lipper) and Diane Zamora (Holly Marie Combs) are high school sweethearts in Texas.  They go to different high schools but they’re totally in love (or they say).  David is planning on attending the Air Force Academy in Colorado.  Diane is entering the Naval Academy and she hopes to someday be an astronaut.  Diane is so convinced that she and David are going to be together forever that she loses her virginity to him.  David, for his part, seems to be a bit of a lunkhead but he leads the ROTC with an intense determination.  They’ll tell anyone who asks that they’re going to get married and be together forever.

And yet, neither one ever really tells the other, “I love you.”  Instead, they speak through code.  It’s cute.  It’s the sort of thing that I used to do when I was like 12.  But when you’re nearly an adult and you’re still saying, “Greenish Brown Female Sheep,” it suggests that you might not be as ready for life outside of high school as you think you are.

One night, after a teary David confesses to Diane that he cheated on her with one of his teammates on the school’s track team, Adrianne “A.J.” Jones (Cassidy Rae), Diane snaps.  Instead of dumping David, she tells him that the only way they can make things right is by murdering Adrianne, which is what they proceed to do.  They almost get away with it.  With the police focusing their attention on the wrong guy, David and Diane leave town for their respective colleges.  David and Diane swear to themselves that, from now on, they are going to live with honor and loyalty….

This made-for-TV movie was based on an actual crime that happened outside of Mansfield, Texas in 1995.  For years, the crime itself lived on as a cautionary tale that was told to teenage girls (including myself) in order to keep us from sneaking out and sneaking around.  Interestingly enough, in 2005, Zamora’s attorney said that the prosecution deliberately withheld evidence that David Graham had been lying about having sex with Adrianne Jones as a part of twisted scheme to keep Diane from breaking up with him.  I don’t know if that’s true or not but I do know that, whatever may have happened between Adrianne and David Graham, she deserved better than to be murdered and then turned into a cautionary tale.

One thing I do like about the film is that it is clearly on Adrianne’s side.  Cassidy Rae gives a sympathetic performance as Adrianne, playing her as a genuinely nice person who fell victim to David and Diane’s toxic relationship.  David Lipper is a bit blank-faced as David but Holly Marie Combs is appropriately intense as the obsessive Diane Zamora.  The film actually aired before the case went to trial, which shows that, even in the 90s, there was always a thin line between tragedy and entertainment.

Zamora and Graham are currently both in prison.  Zamora took a polygraph in 2007 but the results were tossed out when it was determined that she was trying to alter her breathing to fool the machine.  As Zamora now claims that Graham alone was responsible for killing Adrianne, I imagine they’re no longer speaking about greenish brown female sheep.