All day yesterday I was finding it impossible to concentrate on working. I kept thinking about today, because today Matt and I went to see the new Blair Witch.
Based on my excitement one could easily assume that I loved the original Blair Witch.
Granted when I first saw it when I was fourteen I thought it was pretty freaking creepy. In fact I was so into it that my friend Emily and I spent several hours attempting to make our own Blair Witch home video after seeing it.
But that was a long time ago, and over the years I forgot about how I felt about the film. So last winter I watched it again. And I pretty much hated it. My review of it is here, if you’re interested.
So when I first saw a trailer for the new Blair Witch, I grew hopeful. Maybe this one wouldn’t suck! Maybe this film would redeem the original in my eyes, and I would leave the theater happy.
But the moment we arrived at the theater, I knew that would not be the case.
I know, I’m going on and on, and where the heck is the review already?! But I have to mention one more thing. Matt and I went to see this in a little hole in the wall theater before noon today. We were literally, and I do mean literally, the only ones who went to that showing. So that was pretty tight.
But I digress!
The butcher knife was safely tucked in waist of Casey’s jeans when she finally found her father in the produce aisle. Mr. Williams hovered over a pile of Macintosh apples, drooling onto their waxy skins. Casey watched him from the end of the aisle. Her hands shook as she retrieved the knife, vaguely wondering how she managed to grab the blade without cutting herself. But she had. And all that was left was to kill her father with it.
It was three years’ prior when Casey descended the stairs to find her teary-eyed mother shoving her father’s work clothes into a large black garbage bag. Casey looked at the yellow walls of the living room, staring at the discolored squares where their family portraits once hung.
“We’ll just tell everyone he left us,” Mrs. Williams said, shoving a tweed jacket into the bag with force.
“He always seemed a bit too friendly with that former secretary of his…we’ll just tell everyone he ran off with her,” she added, forcing a bitter laugh from her throat.
“My father—the walking cliché,” Casey replied and grabbed a large winter coat that draped over the couch.
“Yes, well…if he is hated, nobody will try to contact him,” her mother shrugged.
Got a crazy busy weekend happening, but I wanted to pop in and share this awesome infographic.
Writing horror is like painting a masterpiece. There are so many intricate layers that need to go in a specific order, otherwise it’s a disaster.
There is no right or wrong way to write a horror story. Nor is there a tried and true formula for writing one successfully.
But there are tips and tricks that help a story come to life. This infographic provides some basic tenets of horror to make sure your story is free from cliches and packs a bloody punch.
Alright, so Matt and I just got back from the theaters. I wanted to write a review of Don’t Breathe while it’s still fresh in my mind.
Three friends, Rocky, Money, and Alex, are in the business of robbery.
Alex’s father works for a home security company, and he is thus able to access security codes for expensive homes in the Detroit area.
Fed up with her abusive mother, Rocky plans to rob one last house in order to move to California with her younger sister.
The three target an Army vet who received a huge settlement when a woman ran over his daughter. The man lives alone, and hardly ever leaves his house, thus the trio decide to rob him while he’s asleep.
When they discover that the man is blind, they assume the job will be easy.
But the blind man has secrets of his own, tucked into the darkest corners of his house.
I’m so sorry I haven’t made a post yet this week. Matt and I are talking about going to see the new
horror film, Don’t Breathe, tomorrow so I will have a review of that coming up soon!
I just wanted to give a quick update about what is going on in the world of macabreadore.
I am writing five articles a day for the horror site, Backpackerverse, and I am loving every moment of it. Today I was asked to add additional articles to my workload, all based on paranormal/horror topics. Unlike my posts now, which are about haunted locations, I will soon be contributing researched paranormal articles on non-fiction based subjects.
I am super excited to begin this new challenge, and it has me thinking…
Hey everyone, hope you’re all doing well.
I have been a horror content writer over at Backpackerverse for a little over a month now, and I could not be happier about it.
Lately I have been writing five articles per day for them. It has been great, but it also takes a lot of time–some of which I would be spending here at Macabreadore.
But this is not a goodbye post!
I just wanted to share some of the articles I have written as of late. If you’re on this blog, then chances are you’d like that site as well, and what I have been working on.
Hey folks. Hope you’re all having a great weekend thus far.
I just wanted to pop in and share a little horror art with you guys.
Since Matt and I have moved into our new house, I’ve been shopping around for a horror poster to put into my office. I stumbled upon this awesome poster and had to post it.
Babadook is such a subtle horror movie, and I think the minimal style of this poster is a direct reflection of the movie’s artistry.
I haven’t made a final selection for what poster will go into my office just yet, but this is definitely a strong contender!
Check out the poster and more of Joris Laquittant’s art on his Deviantart site here.
Okay, folks…It only seems natural that after I write up a post about keeping up with my posts at Macabreadore and not letting my freelance job interfere, my computer needs replacing and I take a vacation in an area of Maine where the internet connection was irksome at best.
But, hey I’m back from my trip, I have a brand spanking new computer on my lap and I am ready to roll once more.
If you’ve read a couple of posts, you know that this blog is all about horror related topics. But my brain is still halfway in vacation mode, and I’d like to do something a little fun. Something almost…shall we say, whimsical?
On the surface level, Disney films are warm and fuzzy moments linked together with upbeat soundtracks.
But if you look more closely, several plots to Disney films have historical or literary influences, including the machinations of Disney villains.
At their base, these villains may be cartoons or animations, but often times their schemes are bigger and bolder than those of their human counterparts in 20th Century films.
Are or should Disney films be considered horror?
Psh, don’t be silly.
But there are a few tried and true Disney villains that are worthy of the word in and of themselves, and today I pay tribute to them.
Hey everyone. So it figures that a few days after I made a post about remaining committed to writing two posts a week, my computer would need replacing.
I have purchased a new computer but am now in Maine visiting with family. So please forgive my brief hiatus this week. Posting will resume its normal schedule next week!
Hey everyone. Happy Saturday! Hope you’re all having a great one. Matt took me to see Lights Out today, and I figured I would write up a quick review while it was still fresh in my mind. So without further ado, let’s get to it…
Lights Out is about a dysfunctional family living in Los Angeles. Sophie, the mother, suffers from chronic depression and it is implied early on in the film that she is currently experiencing one of her “episodes” for lack of a better word.
Sophie has two children, Rebecca and Martin. Rebecca’s father supposedly left the family when she was a little girl and was never heard from again. Sophie was a wreck after his departure, and Rebecca’s relationship with her suffered as a result. Sophie eventually got herself together, married another man and had Martin. Ages aren’t discussed in the film, but I would guess that there’s about a ten year age gap between the two siblings.
The movie opens with a video call between Martin and his father. Martin is asking his father to come home from work because “Mom has started talking to herself.” Martin’s father reassures his son he’ll be home soon.
Enter the horror.