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Ghoul's Errand

A horror culture gazette.

Look: Totally Not Haunted Eye Painting, Dumpster, ???

Mr. Flax and I live on the bottom floor of our complex, and are compelled to walk by the dumpsters any time we enter or leave the building. People tend to drop their moving-out stuff a little ways from the dumpsters: they separate the trash and the not-quite-trash. One day someone tossed what appeared to be an oil painting class portfolio, and I adopted most of the lot.

Unfortunately, the paintings are oddly sized, and we’ve only just gotten around to framing them. The first: this gorgeous eye on strangely-shaped upcycled cardboard.

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The eye, in particular, has always made Mr. Flax uneasy. Once we hung it up, though, he put his foot down about allowing it in the apartment… we have enough mirrors that it’s difficult to avoid this effect.

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So now idk what to do with it, except tell people about it in the hopes that it’ll scare them too. ❤

Happy hauntings!

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Look: Vince Cardboard Human Skull, Cardboard Safari, 2016?

Ooooh guys. If only money was no object.

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Per Amazon, it’s an 8x6x6 inch cube that you assemble yourself; this is the largest one in stock, and there’s only four left. Jump on it, if you can!

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Film: The Hallow, NR, 2015 (Spoilers)

[SPOILERS]
Watcher Beware! Graphic, but not remotely realistic death of a baby; offscreen death of a dog; moderate gore throughout, specifically connected to the eyes; not-great treatment of women on the whole.
[END SPOILERS]

Well, fellow monsters… this is the first entry to Ghoul’s Errand that I’m almost certain will give me nightmares later. I can’t give The Hallow an unqualified recommendation- some of the imagery is that disturbing- but it’s easily an 8.5 out of ten.

The elevator pitch for The Hallow must have been something like “The Evil Dead meets Celtic fairy tales”. The frenetic pace and strong adherence to Murphy’s Law is lifted right from the former, with Irish bogeymen in place of Kantarian demons. Combating the baddies even comes down to reading from an old, magical book.

Unique to The Hallow is an understated, believable married couple and their incredibly well-behaved baby. Adam, some kind of botanist channeling Jack Torrance, has moved his little family to a cottage in the middle of the forest for research. Claire keeps house and minds baby Finn, and turns up with her husband to keep the Problem with No Name at bay. They’re adorable and we’re jealous of them. Their only apparent issues are a rude neighbor who broke their window and the moisture causing increasing damage to the house’s structure.

Little by little, bits of vegetation begin leaking into their house along with the water. They increase in size and intricacy, knotted to the extent that the plant is no longer identifiable. Claire finds one about the size of, say, an infant in Finn’s bed, and the fun officially begins.

The Hallow relies heavily on horror tropes, but at a pace that will keep you guessing, seeming to get them all out of the way within the first half. It’s also easily the prettiest movie I’ve seen this year, with sets balanced equally between lush and claustrophobic. Seriously, check out these screenshots.

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By the way, this is like 80% of the HOH subs on Netflix.
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Dig that Rembrandt lighting. Mmm.

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Weird, wonderful, unforgettable- but not the best. Pretend it’s a B movie and you’ll leave thrilled.

Film: Red Eye, PG13, 2005

Watcher Beware! Actually, this one is fairly clean. There’s about four curse words and one disturbingly casual misogynist statement that winds up biting back. A woman gets in position to puke, but doesn’t. There are two major puncture wounds occurring near the end, both with a fair bit of windup.

Wes Craven’s Red Eye is not immediately recognizable as his. Offering a realistic but paranoid view of plane travel, it has more in common with a really good Twilight Zone episode than something we might expect from Craven’s canon. Red Eye is spookily atmospheric and was, at the time of its release, hot-button frightening.

Hotel manager Lisa (Rachel McAdams, killing it) finds her flight home from her grandmother’s funeral delayed due to tropical storms. In between phone calls with a coworker, she meets and has a drink with Jackson (Cillian Murphy, sociopathy incarnate), whom she eventually learns is her seat partner. As the lights go down, he doubletalks about his job. As the plane goes up, they talk about her father- and he tells her about the calls she needs to make to save his life.

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80+% of it looks like this.

Two quick notes about misconceptions:

1. It was my understanding that Red Eye was about hijackings; after all, it’s set on a plane in the early 2000s and makes a point to distinguish itself as a thriller. It’s much, much closer to microbudget suspense (there are maybe five sets), and there’s no out-and-out survivalist violence until the final ten minutes. Red Eye has plenty of opportunities to get topical and hamfisted, but it consistently refuses to engage.

2. I bought Red Eye because my cousin and I were talking about dumb movie deaths, and she brought up a stabbing with… well… something you can still take on a plane. Here in my home office, there are three in my immediate line of sight. I cracked up, unable to conceptualize a campier murder, and relished the idea of seeing it in the middle of something taking itself so seriously. Suffice it to say the act is ultimately nonfatal and contextually logical. I am a little disappointed, but would be more disappointed if it played out how I imagined.

Freaky? Yes. Liable to keep you up at night? Probably not. Recommended highly as a movie in general, but not as a scary one.

Book: I, Tina: My Life Story, Tina Turner with Kurt Loder, 1986

Reader Beware! This book heavily covers an abusive marriage, but portrays it distinctly in the past tense and without too many specifics. The abuser- again, not too graphically- spends a good chunk of the book snorting coke. There are more uses of “motherfucker” than any slurs; Tina sometimes uses less than PC language to describe peoples’ ethnicities, but in a way appropriate for the time in which it was written.

“It was like a horror movie. That’s what my life had become: a horror movie, with no intermissions.”

You read it here first, folks.

Tina Turner’s life story is consistently impressive and frequently heartbreaking. She knew from toddlerhood that she was destined to be an entertainer and collected a fair chunk of change singing for people in the mall through her elementary years. She was, naturally enough, picked up by local band The Kings of Rhythm near the end of high school. The Kings were led by Ike Turner, whose negative impact on her life far outshines the positive one.

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Amazon decided to censor my copy. Joke’s on them: I opened it from the bottom.

I am featuring I, Tina because it discusses, in terrifying, realistic detail, that living-dead feeling when something in your life controls you so completely that you stop noticing individual days. Glancing back from the safety of the career she established herself, Tina’s coerced marriage to Ike reads like an uninterrupted blur of shoehorn beatings and manipulation followed by going onstage like nothing has happened. There are several years’ worth of examples in the text- by and large, the Turners’ coworkers knew what was happening and turned a blind eye- but the event that stood out to me was the cold Tina was forced to work through, which became bronchitis, which became TB, which took about a decade and several methodologies to kick in full. It’s obvious from the start that Ike sees her only as a money machine; there are no monsters so terrifying as other people who refuse to treat you as human.

If not outright frightening, I, Tina makes a personal hell relatable, not through star power but through sheer honesty. The reader doesn’t grow impatient waiting for Tina to leave but relishes with her the small victories brought by her talent alone. Teetering over the edge of believing the abuse and surrendering her humanity, Tina realizes that she is stronger than her circumstances: she wakes up from the nightmare; the horror movie’s credits roll. The rest is several Grammys worth of history.

Look: Rippled metal skull garland, Target, 2016

I eventually intend to do this to my whole wall. (Lower garland (C) Michael’s, 2015.)

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Brought to you by a company literally named “Retail Inc.”.

$3, about $5 total paired with 2 and a half pounds of candy corn.

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Film: The Ouija Experiment, NR, 2011

Watcher Beware! Every character in this movie is a broad negative ethnic stereotype. One man is referred to as “simple” and “the Rain Man type” and summarily assumed to be a murderer. There is a fair amount of misogynistic gaslighting, portrayed in a relatively harmful light.

A black brother and sister, two white men, and an Asian lady walk into a horror movie, and you’ve already got mostly correct assumptions about the order of the hit list.

The Ouija Experiment is a horror movie for people who have never seen a horror movie, or perhaps those who hate them… it’s a little hard to tell. At its core, it’s a numb, racist rehash of a (particularly popular) Mexican folk tale wrapped in a semibelievable dating drama and a ton of hamfisted namedropping. “Didn’t they make a movie, The Entity, about that?” Ugh.

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It’s one of those, all right. Also: distractingly incorrect planchette.

New York YouTuber Brandon takes his friend Shay to Dallas so he can record her playing Ouija with her boyfriend Calvin. Almost-couple Michael and Calvin’s sister La’Nette round out the group. It becomes immediately apparent that Calvin is fooling around on Shay, who uses the board to find out who he’s texting when he leaves the room. The mood shifts. The couple storms off and the others bail, leaving the board sitting in the open without having officially said goodbye.

The obvious follows, with increasingly poor acting and increasingly good special effects. The ending would be passable if it wasn’t preceded by a good ten minutes of (extra-) cringe content.

Given that you’re willingly reading a horror blog, I assume that you’re genre-literate enough to not miss much in skipping this one. The final fire effects are admittedly pretty neato, and the main five actors pour more talent into their vapid characters than they deserve. If you’re gonna watch it, I recommend you skip or snooze through the third quarter.

Look: Carnivale Halloween hand towels, Ross, 2016

Kitschily scaring up our bathroom since last weekend. ‘Tis the season…

I’m so happy.

Film: Requiem for a Dream, NR, 2000

“But Anne,” you’re already saying, “Requiem for a Dream is a drama.” Trust me, that doesn’t make it any less frightening.

Watcher beware! If you can get beyond the fact that this movie is about four people destroying their lives through various addictions- but surviving- it also contains two instances of onscreen vomit, one instance of a needle entering an open wound, ECT, increasingly frequent and increasingly gross CUs on a track mark, strangely sexualized forcefeeding, and at least one use of the N word from a white man. You can see about half of these coming a mile away; the other half occur during montages in which we cut quickly between each character.

With two exceptions, every sexual relationship in RfaD is heterosexual and monoracial. The two exceptions are presented as desperate, disgusting, and horrific. Thematically, it comes with a large dollop of the virginity myth. You’ve been warned.

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If nothing else, it’s sure as heck lit like horror.

I believe novelist Hubert Selby Jr’s initial goal with Requiem for a Dream was to write about people we already know. Harry, our younger-20s protagonist, is working his way up in the world, bolstered by his best friend Tyrone and his designer girlfriend Marian. Harry’s mother Sarah, an empty nester, finds herself getting increasingly hooked on a health-based talk show. You could easily have gone to school with the younger squad- I know I did- and Sarah is very much your average “retired” stay-at-home mom. Darren Aronofsky, for his part, put together an incredible live cast to match the written characters, pulling out both Jared Leto’s and Marlon Wayans’ best performances to date.

Requiem for a Dream is a painfully believable story. You not only know everyone by sight, you sympathize with them from the beginning. Their thought processes are understandable even as they cross lines ours wouldn’t. Of course an older woman struggling with weight loss might start a miracle pill regimen, which might begin to wear off. Of course an up-and-coming fashion designer would do anything to raise cash for her first storefront, and obviously her boyfriend would be campaigning right beside her. Of course young people struggling for dosh turn to monetizing their interests first; sometimes they’re interested in heroin. So it goes.

In four story arcs and three seasons, we watch Sarah, Harry, Marian, and Tyrone pursue their dreams with chemical interference, sometimes for better, mostly for worse. Everyone makes it out alive… somewhat. Body parts, mental health, safety and integrity fall to the wayside as we watch them grow increasingly dependent on their substances of choice, positive beyond a shadow of a doubt that it’ll help them grow and improve as individuals. It’s terrifying- not in the “boo” sense but in the “oh God I need my partner NOW” sense. Ultimately, it’s a fairly existential discourse in how to gauge your self-worth. I humbly recommend not to do it like this.

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Requiem for a Dream has been included on Ghoul’s Errand for high sequences that lean heavily on experimental possession horror. Voices distort, cams go shaky, stereo sound indicates that something we can’t yet see is heading right towards us. Among the credited employees is a “refrigerator puppeteer”, and there’s a related song that I’m pretty sure is used as background music in hell. When the high scenes aren’t scary, they’re realistic even for the relatively sober; I’ve downed enough Benadryl to recognize when and why peoples’ speech would suddenly go wonky. It’s a home-hitting, sophisticated scare- certainly not for everyone but worth a look if your mental health permits.

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