Starring: Elijah Wood, America Olivo, and Nora Arnezeder

Director: Franck Khalfoun

Writers: Alexandre Aja, Grégory Levasseur, C.A. Rosenberg, and Joe Spinell

Thoughts: We loved the original Maniac from 1980, we wonder how good this one will be. Based on the teaser from the Cannes Film Festival, we’re a little excited at how dark and gritty it looks. FYI, this teaser is NSFW.

We’ve been on a horror meme kick lately. So as soon as we heard about the “Human Centipede - There’s No Wrong Way to Eat a Reese’s” meme, we kindddaaa had to share.

Yes. Yes there is.

 And while we’re on the topic of hysterically disgusting things, are you a fan of old Atari games? Us too. So check out (and play!) the Human Centipede version of ‘Centipede’ over at I-Mockery.com.

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Rob Zombie announced at a recent show he did with Megadeth that he would reveal a teaser trailer for his upcoming Lords of Salem.

And? Here it is. In all its bootleg glory.

Slightly shaky and partially covered by a drum set - we still think it looks badass.

Stay tuned for a full quality trailer when it’s released.

Cast: Lisa Marie, Sid Haig, Udo Kier, Michael Berryman, Billy Drago, Sheri Moon Zombie, Christopher Knight

Plot: Heidi (Sheri Moon), a local DJ is gifted a mysterious wooden box containing a vinyl record, a gift of the Lords. She assumes it’s a rock band on a mission to spread their word. As Heidi and Whitey play the Lord’s record, it starts to play backwards, and Heidi experiences a flashback to a past trauma.Later, White plays the Lord’s record, dubbing them the Lords of Salem, and to his surprise, the record plays normally and is a massive hit with his listeners. The arrival of another wooden box from the Lords presents the Big H team with free tickets, posters and records to host a gig in Salem. Soon, Heidi and her cohorts are far from the rock spectacle they’re expecting. The original Lords or Salem are returning and they’re out for blood.

Prelude to a Nightmare is proud to announce the release of its newest album “Dark Ride,” a twisted and dark journey through an abandoned amusement park. This album has everything from creepy calliope to demented dub step. Over 50 minutes of music spread over 17 tracks, perfect for haunted attractions, Halloween themed events, and advertising.

Through the past year, Prelude has skyrocketed in popularity in the industry and among fans, moving most recently into the top 100 classical artists nationwide on the Reverbnation charts and expanding its listener base. Prelude has also been asked to create custom tracks for various haunts and venues for the upcoming Halloween season.

The man behind the music, Scott Michael Karan, explains that, “I have always tried to create something unique and eclectic to pique the interest of many listeners. Moving outside of the cookie cutter albums, and putting tracks together that can be enjoyed in many ways.”

Prelude has no intention on slowing down; it will officially release the album in CD form at the Canadian Haunted Attractions Conference in Hamilton, Ontario on Friday the 13th. After that, MP3 versions should be available in all major download stores.

 SOURCE: Prelude to a Nightmare – Reverbnation Press Release

 Check out the Gores Truly review for Prelude to a Nightmare’s past album: Carpe Noctem.

It all starts so innocently...

There’s something about Asian Horror that I just love.  Maybe it’s because it’s so different from the kind of horror we’re used to seeing from Hollywood?  *shrug* Beats me.  All that I do know is that after the US remake of The Ring in 2002, I simply haven’t been able to get my hands on enough Asian Horror.  I always want more – J-Horror, K-Horror, C-Horror – I don’t care, I can’t get enough of it.  GIMME!

One of my favorites?  Shion Sono‘s brilliant, blood-soaked, dark, and pitch-black hysterical Suicide Club.  Hysterical?  Suicide Club?  Why yes.  Yes, it is.  If you didn’t catch the dark, dark humor in it – give SC another try.  Because it’s there as clear as day, and once you get it, you start the enjoy the movie on an entirely new level.  It might even make more sense. (True Story!)  Some have even suggested that the follow-up “wrap-around” feature Noriko’s Dinner Table is even better.  Me?  I like them both for completely different reasons.  Anyhoo, I’m a fan.  So I was positively giddy when I read about Sono’s 2010 picture – Cold Fish.  And the previews heralded a return to the oddball bloody glee that was on display in Suicide Club.  Sign me up!

Bat-shit insane Yukio Murata, Japanese actor Denden

Cold Fish does not disappoint.  While it does suffer from TooLong-itis (like most of Sono’s movies), it more than makes up for that by remaining utterly compelling for its 144 minutes of depravity.  Even mundane acts – like wife Taeko (Megumi Kagurazaka) microwaving the fractured central family’s dinner – are portrayed as harried, frantic moments.  By the opening scenes, you would almost expect that Taeko’s husband Nobuyuki (Mitsuru Fukikoshi) beats the ever-living crap out of her if everything isn’t done exactly to his specifications.

Murata's version of the Hooters Girl

But once you meet the meek and weak-willed Nobuyuki Syamoto – you’re met with the first of many of the film’s WTF moments.  Mr. Syamoto is a sad, pathetic little man running a sad, pathetic little tropical fish store.  His bored young wife wears overtly sexy clothing to go shopping for microwave meals… clearly shopping for more than just dinner.  His disrespectful and disaffected teenaged daughter ignores him and beats on her (new) stepmother in her worst moments.  Soon, she is caught shoplifting at a local grocer and the family rushes to try to acquiesce and pay for the trouble young Mitsuko has caused.

Instead, they are all ‘saved’ by another local businessmen – a tropical fish tycoon of sorts.  The garish, bloated, and excessive-in-every-way Yukio Murata (Denden) enters the lives of the Syamoto family and everything goes straight to Hell.  But not at first.  Initially, Nobuyuki and his wife are extremely grateful for the help offered by the flamboyant Murata and his equally gonzo wife, Aiko (Asuka Kurosawa).  The wealthy couple take troubled Mitsuko in and give her a job – as the 7th of their Hooters Girl-style stable of store assistants.  Then the couple are enticed to partner with Murata, to a supposed financial benefit to both of them.  Nobuyuki starts to wonder why the Muratas are being so nice, but his wife and daughter are so happy with their newfound family friends – that the poor milquetoast slob can’t slow their absorption into the Murata’s world.  As you can probably figure out, it doesn’t work out resulting in buckets of grue, gore, and blood.

Did i mention the gore? Because HOLY SHIT the gore.

I shit you not.  While it doesn’t feel like it for about 90 minutes, Cold Fish is an incredibly gory picture that doesn’t let up once it hits its crescendo.  And just like Suicide Club and Noriko’s Dinner Table before it – Cold Fish has a lot to say about disconnection in families, people who have lost themselves, and the cycle of violence in our societies.  While some may take this film to be misogynist – I would argue that it’s less hateful against women and more hateful against all sexes equally – and particularly of remote, distant, and disaffected parents.  Yes, there is ugly brutal violence committed against women.  There is also ugly, brutal violence committed BY women here – and the women are shown to be just as twisted and powerful (and maybe even more so) than their male counterparts.

Although, the women in Cold Fish really need to learn what is considered “good” touch and what is considered “bad” touch.  The poor breasts of the actresses in this movie!  YIKES!!!  *cradles chest, grimacing*

*ahem…* I digress.

Unlike SC or NDT before it, Cold Fish has a decidedly less positive world view (which says a lot).  Has Sono given up hope that the human race will reconnect to its own humanity?  Has he decided that perhaps there’s not much good in people after all, even if they do “find themselves.”  Possibly.  Or maybe he’s simply giving us another view – this time of someone who is so disconnected from himself that when he finally does make that connection, too much time has passed and he SNAPS permanently.  Who knows?  All that I do know is that I’m glad he’s still making movies and I can’t wait to see what ingenious depravity he comes up with next.