Fulci Looses His Digital Marbles Yet Again...

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This is a follow-up of these entries, Cat in the Brain - Grindhouse Deluxe Edition and Cat in the Deutsch.

I've tracked down yet another edition of Fulci's Cat in the Brain, this time the Minerva DVD from Italy snagged on the cheap on Amazon. Since the great looking full frame British DVD was sourced from Minerva's vault; I was very interested in seeing this disc being in the film's original anamorphic 1.66:1 widescreen ratio. Sadly, the results are a bit mixed. The transfer indeed carries the healthy grain seen in the British transfer, but is marred by weak compression and edge enhancement.

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Look at Fulci's suit outline in the first capture that exhibits thick haloing from the edge enhancement applied the image. This problem flattens the depth seen on the British transfer and makes any camera movement look subtly "laggy". So the top of the heap is still the Brit's Screen Entertainment DVD that's imperfect though lacks the annoying EE seen here. This Italian transfer bests Grindhouse's effort and let's not even consider the terrible German DVD at all. Of course, this all depends on if you trust me and how much of a Fulci diehard whose looking for the best picture quality on this film you are.

never enough gory misogyny here at the ol' BoGD...

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Surprise Among the Living Dead

I found this listing for Franco's Virgin Among the Living Dead on Amazon's Marketplace last week. The odd thing is the only official stateside video release of the film before Image's DVD was an awful looking cheapie VHS from EDDE Entertainment/T-Z Video issued in 1993. I had no idea who "Careyvision Ltd." was and the EDDE tape is in a basic cardboard sleeve instead of a clamshell case. The tally was only $5.95 so I chanced it figuring at "worst" it was some bootleg. This arrived yesterday:

Awesome! It's a British VHS from 1985! It's also in excellent shape with no damage or fading to the cover art. The case is even "MADE IN ENGLAND". I go over the the BBFC's database and find this listing. 88 minute PAL runtime, probably 91-92 minutes in NTSC. The two Brit releases after this one are also cut in comparison. Though this film has a real checkered past, so it's hard to say this is uncut or what. I found a "Video Xchange" in London, seen here. I didn't try to view the tape yesterday due to severe thunderstorms, but I assumed nothing would show up since I don't have a PAL-compatible VCR.

I threw it in today not expecting much, but it played in all three of my units. I didn't tread past the credits and the only studio indicator was "Cinema Shares Ltd. Distribution". Being that a picture appeared, it has to be a NTSC video standard tape, not PAL like all British VHS and DVDs are. It's also not a dup from the EDDE VHS:

I've seen NTSC editions of European VHS releases before, but only things like documentaries, arthouse films, and performance arts stuff released by little esoteric studios. Never have I seen a horror flick released this way. Though I'm unsure exactly what's the deal. The case, cover, and tape all look and "feel" 100% vintage, so unless a bootlegger went to untold extraordinary lengths to make this (which I hightly doubt), this tape is extremely unique and immediately moves to the top spot of my collection's most valuable tape.

A Classic in Retro: Fright Night (1985)

a true survivor

"Apparently your generation doesn't want to see vampire killers anymore...All they want to see slashers running around in ski masks, hacking up young virgins."

Directed by Tom Holland
106 Minutes / RCA Columbia Pictures Home Video VHS from 1985 / Cropped from 2.35:1 to full screen

Fright Night is one of those misty enigmatic Horror greats that's akin to a full eclipse. Like Phantasm, the film seems to always fall out of our community's collective awareness until it revolves back around with its omnipresence discovered once more. The film has the chops of an underdog without a director or cast widely synonymous with the genre. Sure, writer/director Holland mostly resides in Horror filmmaking, but even then his work is on the outskirts besides this and Child's Play. There also isn't even a particularly well-known score (sorry Mr. Fiedel) or an abundance of memorable gore effects popular of the era.

What it does have is tremendous heart and a learned storytelling sensibility that hearkens back to the golden age of our beloved genre. None of Fright Night's ideas or characters seem pushed aside at any time for the sake of forced effects shots or a tidy runtime. Paying modern tribute by simply being to a time when icons deeply imbued nearly operatic drama into endless variations of Universal's monster templates and damsels like Hazel Court adorned lavish spiral staircases in period dress. A tall order for today's breed behooved to explicitly expound upon the virtues of Ash kickin' Deadite ass or Fulci's ocular trauma in sore-thumb fashion...groan.

The cast do a uniformly excellent job, especially Amanda Bearse who makes her decade with Al Bundy seem misspent, but the true star is a frosted-mini wheat-haired Roddy McDowall. It's easy to imagine a star of his magnitude snubbing his nose at such a role. Who really would care if the performance was phoned-in for a nice check. Though McDowall relishes the nuance of a once genre legend being confronted with the real terror of his on-screen vampiric battles. His quiet demeanor and wit are very becoming of at least our perception of the reality of a screen great like a Lee, Cushing, or Karloff. Of course, it's obvious the character is modeled after Vincent Price. The film also wisely gives Peter Vincent plenty of legroom, almost seeming to realize Charley's quest to gain his trust and his growth into becoming a real vampire killer being more interesting than Charley's grave dilemma.

The build to the conclusion promises and delivers. It's a sheer thrill witnessing Charley and Peter face down the malevolent charm of Dandridge. McDowall sells the remorse and horror of killing "Evil" Ed with unbelievable potency, never imagining what seemed so common during his film career so traumatic in the flesh. Richard Edlund's dazzingly visual effects work take flight here and are refreshingly multi-colored--probably to temper the MPAA's scissors. In the end, one could levy a charge of predictability, but it would be hard to begrudge such an absorbingly humble horror comedy. A must-see and own in the purest sense.

This ultra-battered VHS looks and sounds all of its twenty-four year vintage. It appears to be an ex-rental from the "Wythe Video Center" in Brooklyn, so she's a harbor chick. The picture is cropped from the original scope widescreen ratio, but the damage to composition isn't the worst I've seen. The DVD is certainly the way to go, but it was fun seeing this in throwback...tracking errors and all.

Film: 9.5/ 10
VHS Picture: 6/10
VHS Sound: 6/10

The Evil Dead: "The" Limited Edition

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I had no idea this even existed before last week. It's a bit odd; no back cover synopsis, Raimi giving a thumbs up on the back and tape label, and the "The" before the limited edition label. Haven't popped it in, but the tape appears unplayed. This might be the first of Anchor Bay's endless Evil Dead series "special" re-issues and editions. I would have scanned the reverse of the cover, but it's just a picture of the film's original poster design and the five promo stills and Sullivan artwork used as the covers of Anchor Bay's first VHS and DVD releases. Kind of a rip-off in that respect since many of their "normal" clamshell tapes have linear notes on their reverse. The "journal" consists of notebook entries by Josh Becker during the making of the film on various dates from November '79 to January '80 mixed with vintage candids and film stills. I would have scanned more from it, but my scanner is getting picky. Pretty cool little release and infinitely preferable to Anchor Bay's later improper widescreen hackjob with their Book of the Dead DVD.

Day of Unrest Odds & Ends: "Cock Diesel"

dare cross the caretaker of retard Ferrigno?

I noticed earlier this week Reb Brown's IMDB page was updated early last month with three recent photos. Wouldn't he be great in The Expendables? The dream would be a random appearance of Mr. Strike Commando deep in the South American jungles where he asks Stallone and Rourke if they've seen a bald Russian named Jakoda. Suddenly Reb would get spooked and scream off into the bush while Stallone and Rourke look on like "...the fuck?!?" Yes, I know I'm a dork, but it seems like such a glorious delusion in my head.

Interviewer: "So tell me Mr. Bava, why did Demons 2 suck ass and why do you look like Wilford Brimley?"

Mya Communication is picking up NoShame's slack, with a surprising line-up of late era Italian horror set to make their U.S. DVD debuts throughout the coming months. Check out the line-up over at DVDAficionado. I'm especially looking forward to Lamberto Bava's Until Death and Dinner with a Vampire. The former is especially hard to track down in an English-friendly version, so it's great to see it's in the looming...if Mya survives... *fingers crossed*

Back, spawn of Rainbow Bumper Sticker Satan!

I hope to be revisiting Fright Night very soon. As you can see from the post below I saved a magnificently brutalized copy of the original '85 VHS this morning. It's calling to me, much like Geoffreys' later career path. I'm kidding. Also I'm interesting in the thorny gas station terror of Splinter, so you might see it on this space soon as well.

why do they come to me to die?

Yard Sale Motherload Redux: The Rest for a Song...

Following up this entry, I noticed the harborers of the cheap horror tape nest once again were shoveling their front yard wears and this time they offered me the rest for just ten bucks!?! I figured what the hell, despite "the rest" being five copy paper boxes of slim pickings. I was able to distill the boxes down to just over one filled with keepers. The remaining stuffed three boxes I gave to my disabled uncle. So now he'll be able to enjoy a metric ton of stuff like Austin Powers, Marked for Death, Corky Romano, and a half dozen X-Files tapes.

The first two pics below are from the boxes, the third is from the swap meet. Check out those (sealed) Full Moon movieCD releases! The DVD hidden in front of the F13s is Criterion's Au hasard Balthazar. I snagged another cool Anchor Bay clamshell VHS, The Wraith is rare, and Splinter was gotten for $3.

Demons 2: The Nightmare Returns (1986)

A.K.A. Dèmoni 2: L'incubo ritorna
Directed by Lamberto Bava
91 Minutes (uncut) / Anchor Bay VHS / 1.66:1 Widescreen

Essentially Demons in an apartment complex without the "good." A sensational documentary depicting investigators poking around a condemned demon infestation zone sparks the apartment entry point for a demon through a television. A raging hellraiser emerges from the set and soon tenants are turned into equally bug-eyed Hades sweat hogs quicker than a competition eater downing twenty hotdogs. Our male hero is stuck in an elevator when the shit drops and now must fight his way back to his pregnant wife. The remaining humans hold up in a basement car garage led by Bobby Rhodes, the badass pimp in Demons, only this time appearing as a badass fitness instructor leading a band of aerobisizers and a young Asia Argento.

Yeah, I'm afraid to say the majority is right, this "sequel" is definitely lacking. The manic energy that powered the first film only arrives in fleeting spastic fits. There's a wasteful sequence where the pregnant wife is tormented by a very Gremlins-like shrieking mini-demon. She seems to inadvertently toy with the damn thing choosing to avoid the obvious like stabbing weapons or just kicking the mutha square in its wide Audrey "feed me" mouth. This annoyance is intercut with a well-staged battle in the parking garage and hero elevator shaft cable climb while under demonic menace. We're also treated to pointless scenes of another group of cruisin' punks that ultimately end up in a car crash--never to be seen after that!?!

Bava and the host of writers deal in trade-offs like these throughout. For every entertaining tidbit, there's noticeably blander crap that must be endured to get the next interesting morsel. This is fairly consistent, so you're never too inclined to do the patented remote reach, but you feel like a half hour after downing a greasy Big Mac and fries by the time the credits roll. Mildly bloated and edging on a dry heave. The big question that's never answered is how mankind conquered the demons from the first film. The narrator of the faux documentary even makes vague light of this battle, that would have made a fucking awesome sequel. Oh well...

Film: 4.5/10
VHS Picture: 7/10
VHS Sound: 7/10 (loud!)
* Avoid the Imperial VHS, it's cut by 3 minutes compared to Anchor Bay's VHS and DVD releases.

New York, One More Day...

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Blu-ray.com is reporting Blue Underground will deliver Fulci's The New York Ripper (Lo squartatore di New York) onto Blu-ray on September 29th with a 1080p 2.35:1 widescreen transfer, 7.1 lossless Dolby TrueHD audio, 7.1 DTS-HD Master Audio, and a few extras. Who would have thought, toe sex and a psycho Donald Duck on BD? Also this will be the first Fulci film on Blu-ray! Awesome!
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6/6 Swap Meet and Mailman Acquisitions

Phantasm II - Universal VHS
Kill Squad - AIR Video VHS
Demons 2 - Anchor Bay VHS
Sleepaway Camp - Survival Kit (w/ bonus disc and DVD-R copy of Return to Sleepaway Camp)
Red Eye (pressed bootleg)
Full Moon - 45 Trailer Reel
Basket Case - SWV VHS
The Murder Secret - EC Entertainment Dutch DVD
Cop Game - Toshiba Japanese VHS
Orgie des Todes (Enigma Rosso) - Eyecatcher German DVD

Hell's Alliance: The T-800 Meets Rik Mayall

.yes, this is real.

Robert Patrick pisses on credibility.

white people love it!

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Zombi 3 (1987)

Directed by Lucio Fulci, Bruno Mattei, and Claudio Fragasso
96 Minutes (uncut composite utilizing the Japanese VHS) / Shriek Show, Media Blasters DVD / Anamorphic 1.85:1 Widescreen

A man attempts to steal a top secret deadly bacteria during a transfer to a chopper, but ends up infected after the box is cracked open during the theft. Soon the entire island is quickly becoming zombified from crazed birds as we follow the quest of a group of soldiers and vacationing college students for survival.

the ever dependably wrongheaded Mike Monty opting to exterminate everyone

One of the most unfairly slagged upon flicks in zombiedom. Do the naysayers actually know how deep the depths of undead cinema run? Have they seen the hell of Alien Dead? Within the Italian border, have they witnessed the inflamed asshole of Flight to Hell? I have my doubts, because surely they would have prayed for the soft lensed delights of this Italo gutmuncher created from an unfortunate frankensteined production after maestro Fulci suffered a stroke.

too fast for love

It's said about forty minutes of Fulci's footage survived in the final film with Mattei and Fragasso filling out the remaining fifty minute chunk. Truth be told, it's pretty much impossible to nail down who did what. There never appears to be any significant dip into the usual Bruno lunacy or steaming camera dump let loose by Fragasso. That being said, it feels Italian, but strangely doesn't feel like the work of any of the three directors involved. Yet the story maintains coherence which seems no small feat and the zombie attacks are especially spirited.

smell the glove

Concerning our mealy-faced zombos, we get a mix of slow pants draggers and Olympic track runners on zombie crack that attack with fury. They also perform human tasks like the use of weapons, jumping, and even talking. Bring on the bitchfest over proper rothead edict by the Romero diehards still reeling from Land of the Dead's Big Daddy. Franco Di Girolamo's effects aren't a gore overload, usually deferring to sight gags like severed limbs or speared necks. The tendency to riff better work is tempered with the only clear sources of "borrowed" ideas being Return of the Living Dead (burning corpses/Freddy attack) and the end twist of Night of the Living Dead.

Nots Landing

Another one worth picking up cheap, especially with Shriek Show's three-disc Zombie Pack Vol. 1 being found so cheaply. This DVD seems to be from a cut film source with the more grisly numbers being spliced in from the Japanese VHS. There's actually quite a few VHS inserts throughout, despite the IMDB's Alternate Versions section only mentioning three. Fans might want to check their DVD if they already have it as the studio stealthily re-released the disc with an audio commentary from Deran Sarafian and Beatrice Ring without altering the back cover specs.

Film: 6/10 (though depending on your Italian temperament, might be quite lower)
DVD Picture: 6/10 (interlaced transfer)
DVD Sound: 7/10

The Devastator (1985)

Directed by Cirio H. Santiago
79 Minutes / Concorde, MGM/UA Home Video /Cropped from 1.85:1 to full screen

Yet another "Vietnam vet strikeforce reassembles independently to vanquish a serious local criminal threat years after the war"-type action flick. This time a man (Deacon Porter, Rick Hill) gets the ol' team back together to destroy a mass mary jane grower and his henchmen after the brutal murder of a good friend.

I think I've discovered a new wrinkle in my blow 'em up preferences. The closer the Italians are to the action production; the greater my enjoyment usually. Santiago and company strive for middling drama and A-Team-level action. The gun battles seem fought by blind apes with both sides armed with machine guns missing obvious targets mere feet away. Baddies often run off unharmed with puffs of lead exploding behind their backs or just fall over in a bloodless spasm.

Unfortunately, the film never relinquishes to its own stupidity, leaving the viewer bored and with very little to praise or unintentionally laugh at. Rick Hill as the "badass" lead doesn't stand out from the bevy of small time actioner mugs, even amongst his on-screen 'Nam buddies here. I did manage to get through it this time, fell asleep my first attempt, and it's a skip like my sleepy mind told me weeks back.

Film: 3.5/10
VHS Picture: 4/10
VHS Sound: 4/10

We Fight for Love...

CHUD reported yesterday that John Matrix will fuck up little brown people to save his daughter, Chenny, once again...only this time in another damn remake. Now listen, I'm usually fine with remakes, but this is Commando dammit. I never thought I'd see the day...

I agree with Oliver's comments, it's like the '80s action gods descended and purposely guided the hand of Mark L. Lester and the brawn of Arnold to birth the ultimate mindless '80's action flick to rule them all. It's so utterly hilarious, kick ass, Reagan, and lightening strike perfect that it's impervious to criticism or "re-imagining." It's the shining star of Schwarzenegger's minors and personally I believe it stands well above the vastly more successful The Running Man and Twins that helped pull the action star out of his hair metal decade quasi-slump.

Let's face it, the story is threadbare and lacking in any uniqueness, but the combined forces involved made something with enormous re-watchability. Pure gold I tell ya; from the uncomfortable father/daughter relationship, Arnold's magical Porsche healing powers, the iconic "suit-up" sequence, to a super-fay Vernon Wells frolicking with the barely concealed desire to jump Matrix's bones. There's really nothing find to fault, even James Horner's Jamaica-infused twinkly wailin' sax score. I can't see who could fill Arnold's army boots or how this could even a fraction as fantastic as the original. Finally, I'm coming to know the horrors of "rapemychildhooditis". Also if you have a Blu-ray player, grab this. Despite being the theatrical version and just having some trailers, the 1080p transfer is probably definitive considering the material.

A Classic in Retro: Bloodsucking Freaks (1976)

Reptilian #620?

A.K.A. The Incredible Torture Show
Directed by Joel M. Reed
88 Minutes / Vestron Video VHS from 1984 / Cropped from 1.85:1 to full screen (Filmed in GHOUL-O-VISION)

This is what happens when you have a dingy basement, a charismatic Lugosi-like "magician" lead, a midget, power tools, basic carpentry skills, a few liters of bright 3M blood, and a seemingly endless supply of "actresses" willing to get completely bareass on-camera. Let gore pioneer turned advertising mogul H.G. Lewis wonder about the set and hire John Waters for an hour. The result would resemble something damn close to this classic shower-afterward gem.

Though no, the actuality is the sublime product of a reluctant director/writer. The one aspect that strikes me every viewing are the solid performances. Everyone either displays a level of competence well beyond the need or gets the complete stupidity of it all--queue the dancing, blowgun wielding dwarf and bountiful titties.

Seamus O'Brien as Master Sardu plays up the Price Guignol factor to the hilt, being the cheapjack plaster holding this trash together. According the IMDB, he was stabbed to death a mere year after this film's completion in a robbery attempt. Little person Luis De Jesus giggles his way through the runtime as Ralphus--Sardu's devious righthand littleman. The actor got his start in The Anal Dwarf as, you guessed it, the Anal Dwarf and oddly went on to be an Ewok in some little known sci-fi trilogy. Everyone else stayed on the low-end of the spotlight or made their only fateful appearance here.

Did I mention the naked ladies? No sexual antics are to be witnessed, except some corpse manlove, but a cavalcade of flopping breasts and dark pubic hair await you. The "effects" are just barely; spurting molasses thick and vibrantly as our nubile girlies scream in terror over dismembered limbs, gouged eyes, and head crushing.

This is exemplary prime era exploitation, equally memorizing and "too much", with enough dirty after-the-fact history to make one yearn for a lesson. This now twenty-five-year-old Vestron VHS looks surprisingly great, but I still can't imagine seeing this finely aged cheese fully restored. Hopefully Troma will unveil a Tromasterpiece Collection special edition DVD someday. This endearing utter waste of film stock deserves explaination.

Film: 7.5/10
VHS Picture: 7/10
VHS Sound: 6/10

A Classic in Retro: Demons (1985)

"They will make cemeteries their cathedrals and the cities will be your tombs."

A.K.A. Dèmoni
Directed by Lamberto Bava
104 Minutes / New World Pictures VHS from 1986 / Cropped from 1.66:1 to full screen

As noted before, 1985 was a fantastic year for Horror output outside of the Freddy/Jason lexicon and even though darker times were ahead--the Italians were seeing their film industry as they knew it rapidly crumbling around them. Demons represents one of the last meaningful alignments of the old guard, just before the once great or merely infamous pasta-lovin' directors began hittin' the skids with undeniably mediocre offerings. You knew it was truly dire when Italian television became an option for Fulci's soft focus nightmares. Then Claudio Fragasso had to fucking go and ruin this wilder brand of his country's horror for all times with the incredibly out-of-control ineptitude of Troll 2 in 1990.

Yet still we have Demons; the pinnacle of free-for-all, exploitation-free, heavy metal-laded horror from the boot-shaped country. Despite most seeing it as an emulation of the lighter teenage American horror of the era, it acts more like a European answer to the increasingly theatrical hack and slashes the American mainstream was lapping up.

The title says it all, the makers weren't going for the creation of a new slasher icon, instead opting for a rapid fire spin of the tested Night of the Living Dead formula. Bava never has lived up his father's genius, but to his credit his film still feels relatively fresh and he had the balls to shoot downright zany things like demons jumping over twenty rows of seats while our very Nordic hero blazes through the aisles on a dirt bike armed with a samurai sword with das Metal in step. A metal-faced Michele Soavi passes out golden tickets to Wonk--Metropol theater. A greasy neanderthal scrapes blow from a baby-faced punk bitch's nipple. A black pimp takes control before being hanged with evil green shit dripping into his horrified mouth. A demon's hand is blown off as it grabs a gun and you know it don't matter since mankind just got itself proper fucked. Also check out the blonde in the jeep at the very end for one of the worst performances ever accomplished with so little in record time. As if we needed any more confirmation, Demons proved the Italians could stand toe-to-toe, still deliver rowdy crowdpleasers in their death throws, and exceed beyond the usual perception of merely aping popular American horror box office trends.

How could any self-respecting Horror not love this? It's like a fever dream after watching vintage Fulci sick in bed with mono, except real and readily available on video. Speaking of video, this New World Pictures VHS features a different sound mix than the well-known Anchor Bay releases. There's some new/different sound effects and different dubbing on the blonde punk girl as well as the crotchety white-haired old man. Nothing really worth a recommendation over the AB releases, but fans might wish to take note. I'm unsure about the Japanese Laserdisc also pictured above as I'm never opening it.

Film: 9/10
VHS Picture: 6/10
VHS Sound: 7/10

Junk (2000)

A.K.A. Junk: Shiryô-gari
Directed by Atsushi Muroga
83 Minutes (uncut) / SP VHS bootleg from the Japanese Toei VHS / 1.85:1 Widescreen

Thieves take refuge in an abandoned factory after a botched robbery and unwittedly unleash hordes of zombies. Happy Happy Joy Joy.

I've been feeling like a rudimentary no-frills zombie flick lately and this "Junk" brings it in spades. The first half hour is a lot of gangster flick set-up hot air, but the action rarely relents once the rancid pancake-faced flesheaters begin busting through doors. Muroga knows low-rent action and gunplay, mixing energized zeal in with the gory tissue-munching shamblers. There's some Americans actors playing U.S. military men and as always the case when stuck in a Japanese film they're terrible.

The influences are obvious with shades of Re-Animator, Reservoir Dogs (Muroga directed the "Japanese RD", Score, in '95), and oddly enough 88's Zombi 3. The score even strongly quotes Stefano Mainetti's music for Zombi 3 for the big "undead-rising" sequence. There's also refreshingly zero CG in any of the generous spattery practical effects.

You could do much worse and at a brisk 83 minutes it's a solid jump-off point into a marathon zombo all-nighter if the mood should strike.

Film: 6/10
VHS Picture: 6/10
VHS Sound: 8/10

Screwing Myself So You Don't Get Fucked: Horror VHS Mystery Box!

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curiosity slaughtered the cat

I've seen this guy pedaling "Mystery" boxes of Horror DVD and VHS on eBay for some time, even before I started getting heavy into tapes. More than a week ago I noticed no one had bid one of his ending soon VHS boxes, so I figured I'd throw sanity out the window, bid, and win at $9.99 with $7 shipping (free shipping my ass).

Thirteen days later which happens to be today I receive a beat up, wafer thin envelope box via Parcel Post. Presented in newspaper wrapping, I find:

makes great asswipe

- Recoil on VHS - a Family Video ex-rental with stickers on box and tape.
- The Outer Limits - The Mice on VHS, seriously man?
- Nightbreed on VHS with the Media Entertainment box and EP-speed Video Treasures tape inside. Big sticker rip on the front cover. "Like New" my ass.
- Promotional DVD mini-posters for The Hills Have Eyes Part 2 (the new abortion), Wrong Turn 2: Dead End, Savage Harvest 2, and The Host.
- Promotional postcards for The Descent, Pan's Labyrinth, and 100 Tears.
- A bag of ACT II popcorn (had to go cheap eh?)
- A booster pack of "Hecatomb" cards (?!?)
- A tiny Terminator 3 pin.

Awesome. $2.50 worth of a landslide of 3 tapes, free paper given out en masse at Horror cons, a child's card game I've already threw in the trash, a 60¢ bag of popcorn that's also trash bound, and a worthless pin. "savinifan666" is merely some nefarious rip-off artist, probably some morbidly obese 50-year-old asshole buying this shit for the price of a McDonald's value menu at a flea market on weekends...and to think I've seen these shit boxes go for $50+! Never again.

On a much better note, my copy of Severin's "banned" DVD of Malabimba: The Malicious Whore has arrived!

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