do you want to see something really scary?
by Turtle Jones
First of all, I want to say thank you to Kali for starting this idea going for Raymi's book tour. Granted, I don't know who Raymi is, but anything we can do to help works for us. We will review it, in our own FTTW way, then send to others to read and review. I think that's the way this is going. I'm not quite sure how this is going to work. Hey dude, we're just here for the bean dip and Doritos. Tell me what to do and I can do it too.
But, we will get that out as soon as we get it. That's all the promotion I have for you all tonight cause really, I have an ouchy on my finger so my words are going to be short type writing things.
Thank you guys on your additions to the FTTW readers poll and thank you to everyone who has had fun in the last few months. We are trying to get the best material we can out for you. Laugh, cry, think about, or just have fun to it. We do this for us, but we love the fact that you keep coming back.
By now we have figured out that most of you are readers are just like us. A passion to print and to get your feelings out. But sometimes we take a break. It happens. We don't slow down. We just cut it a little shorter. We do long stories in the mornings, ones that really just need to be told, then we do short stories in the night, so we can have fun with reading your responses.
But, one last time, I want to say thank you to all of you for reading us and adding your responses. You make this site fun. Michele makes this site fun. Thank you to everyone.
So what's up tonght?
Scariest Movie As A Kid.
John Carpenter's "The Thing"
See, when you start to get some recognition, you can start writing titles that have your name in it. It wasn't the cheesy low budget move from the 50's anymore. It was now the cheesy low budget John Carpenter movie from the 80's. Hey. Don't confuse one with the other, ok? This one had Kurt Russell in it. And maybe Scatman Crothers. Maybe Goldie Hawn. And maybe Donkey Kong for all the fuck I cared. This movie scared the living crap out of me. It dragged me down thinking of some poor guys trapped in an ice town just getting knocked off one by one. And also Goldie naked in the bathtub in "Wildcats". And Ernest Borgnine in "Escape from New York." Snake Plisskin. Issac Hayes. Naked Goldie. Cause we thought Snake was dead.
I had some fucked up dreams.
Hm. The Thing.
I think the best part of this movie was just the total loss of hope. That they had to die to kill it. To save all human life. Kinda like "The Day After" except without Russians. Well, maybe not. That movie was kinda lame. This was something that I had never seen before. I was a kid. Movies like that are everywhere now. But, back then, it was different. It was like "we have to kill ourselves to end this thing." See. That was cool. Take one for the team. Hell, they were researching snow in the middle of nowhere. It's not like you're getting laid. Or maybe they were. Homosexual acts are not uncommon in all male facilties. But that's just what I heard. I think I would put them on the food chain as one above McDonald's employees, two below Office Depot employees. Not a lot going for them, if you get what I mean. So when it came down to it, they mostly just gave up. I could go into all the details of the banana faced dog or the decaptitated head that sprouted legs or the chest that was punch thru and all those who held the thing down had to be burned.
But, I think I'll leave you with the last words of the movie. Two people in the freezing snow. Shelter burning. Confused. Looking at one other. Staring hard. Not trusting each other. Nothing was nothing anymore.
"The fire's got the temperature way up all over camp... won't last long though".
"Neither will we."
"Maybe we should try and fix the radio... try and get some help."
"Maybe we shouldn't.
"Then we'll never make it."
"Maybe we shouldn't make it."
"If you're worried about anything, let's take that blood test of yours."
"If we've got any surprises for each other -- we shouldn't be in any condition to do anything about it."
"You play chess?"
"I guess I'll be learning."
Did they live or die? Was the thing dead? Was one of them the thing? Did they learn to play chess?
One of the greatest endings to a horror movie ever. - T
Trilogy of Terror
I grew up on horror. I was in maybe first grade when my Mom got me hooked on Dark Shadows and Vincent Price movies. Other kids gathered around the tv with their family on Sunday evenings to watch Wonderful World of Disney. We stayed up late together on Friday nights to watch Chiller Theater. I think watching so much horror from such an early age sort of desensitized me. As I got older I realized that, while I enjoyed scary movies as much as always, I just didn’t get that frightened. I didn’t jump when everyone else did or scream when everyone else did. What I mean is, the movies just didn’t scare me while I was in the theater. It wasn’t until I got home and was by myself in the dark that I turned into a pussy. But I bet a lot of you are the same way. I’m just admitting it.
So, I’ve seen a lot of horror movies in my time. Hundreds. Movies you never heard of. Big budget crapfests. Indie crapfests. Foreign crapfests. Yea, most horror movies end up being crapfests. Just the way it is. The really great ones are far and few between. And lately, even the mediocre ones aren’t that many. The art of making a good horror movie seems to be lost. That's another rant for another day. But - gore, blood, murder, ghosts, vampires, mindfucks, slashers, freaks, voodoo....you name it, I’ve seen it. And out of all of those movies, all of the genres of horror, all of the screams within, the one movie that left such an impression on me that I still freak out when I look at a picture from it was a made for tv movie.
Trilogy of Terror. Written by Richard Matheson. 1975. Three different horror stories, all starring Karen Black. Fuck if I can remember what the other two were about. I just remember the one. The tribal doll. That creepy, evil little doll with the knife and the leer.
For those that never saw this, short premise: Black buys a Zuni fetish doll for her boyfriend. Not for nothing, but if a date ever brought me something that looked like this, I’d think twice about where things were headed. But anyhow, she brings it home and gets ready for her date. Has a fight with her overbearing mother on the phone. Yadda yadda, the doll’s necklace falls off and it’s revealed that’s a big fucking no no. No necklace = live doll.
Let me tell you. What happens in the next ten minutes or so after Black realizes the doll is alive still gives me the chills, just thinking about. When she hears the pitter patter of little feet in the kitchen, you know. You want to say to her, get the hell out of the apartment, woman, that doll is gonna spear you! But the doll says, fuck this spear, I need me a knife. He finds a butcher knife. As he torments Black, he repeatedly stabs the knife into the floor. With that look on his face. Mind you, this thing is only like a foot tall, if that. And he moves real quick. And he has this ugly, snarling face of pure evil.
The light goes out in the living room. You hear a sound. He’s slashing at her. In the dark! He backs her into a closet and she traps him in a suitcase. And then you see the knife cutting a circle in the suitcase and the doll is out and back in action. Finally, Black traps the bastard in the oven, which has been on this whole time. He goes up in flames and stupid, stupid Karen Black, you dumb son of a bitch, she opens the freaking oven. Why? Did she want to stick a toothpick in him to see if he was done yet? Well no amount of my screaming at the tv for her not to do that would help. She opened the gates of hell when she opened the oven and the Zuni Spirit of Random Murder flew out of the oven and into Karen Black’s soul. I thought that was the end. That would have been cool. I could have gone to bed satisfied with that and not had too many bad dream moments because of it.
But no. You hear a phone call. She’s calling her mom. Yea mom, come on over. Sorry I think you’re a fucking controlling whack job, mom. Come on over and we’ll do the hug thing, ok? Ok.
And then the camera moves to her. She’s crouched on the living room floor. She’s got....teeth. Fangs. She’s got a knife. And she’s repeatedly stabbing it into the floor.
Hey, you can buy one of these dolls. I'll be damned if I'm gonna put one of those hideous things in my house. Hell, I still can't say Candyman five times into a mirror.
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Mars Attacks scared the goddamn shit out of me when I was 6 or 7. Their guns melted your skin off man! They killed Marty McFly!
Posted by: Tim | July 27, 2006 10:34 PM
"young guns" terrified me too
Posted by: the turtle | July 27, 2006 10:46 PM
Nosferatu. Course i think i saw it when i was four.. what were my parents thinking... i mean, from what my mom says, it literally scared the shit out of me.
Posted by: pril | July 27, 2006 10:57 PM
nosferatu was the creepiest movie. but that was later in my life.
that movie was just weird but i saw it when i was like 21. but it was just weird.
i couldnt imagine seeing that when i was a kid.
no wonder you are a bass player
Posted by: the turtle | July 27, 2006 11:02 PM
The scariest movie I ever watched was when I was around 10 and for some ungodly reason, went to the movies and saw, Sasquatch: The Legend of Bigfoot. A totally stupid movie about a bunch of lumberjacks or something that get attacked by a horde of bigfoots (bigfeet). Yeah sounds dumb but it scared the friggin hell out of me. Didn't help that the place I grew up was a peninsula on a pond surrounded by, yup. Woods. Bike rides home at night were an adventure in freakout.
Posted by: mrbandw | July 27, 2006 11:27 PM
by the way, 'The Thing' is a great movie. I've seen it many times and I still get on the edge of my seat when Kurt Russell's got everybody tied up and he's trying to figure out which person is really the monster.
Posted by: mrbandw | July 27, 2006 11:32 PM
When I was eight I saw The Changeling with George C. Scott (Canadian movie, not sure if it's well known down there or not
and couldn't go upstairs alone for about three months. Great ghost story. Demons and zombies never scared me but ghosts still do....
Posted by: Dan | July 28, 2006 12:40 AM
Dan, that's an amazing movie. It was so well done. It had the creepiest atomosphere throughout the entire film. The wheelchair is what really gave me the creeps.
Posted by: Michele | July 28, 2006 6:42 AM
i thought it was a porno
little did i know it would scar me for the rest of my life
and i thought "toot sweet" was about anal sex.
Posted by: the turtle | July 28, 2006 8:36 AM
The scene in Poltergeist where Carol Anne is attacked by the animated toy clown.
Pure. Concentrated. Scary.
Posted by: Cullen | July 28, 2006 8:43 AM
dudes, for me it was jaws. totally jaws. there's a scene i can't get out of my head. these kids have flipped over their little sailboat and are trying to position themselves atop the bottom of the (overturned) hull. there's a really pretty, nice, california looking teenage girl who helps the younger kid get himself on the boat. helps save his life, man.
then comes her turn to try to get up there and fucking BAM!! jaws grabs a hold of her bottom half and rips her back out to sea screaming for her life. the nice girl always gets it, see... that's why i'm such a bitch ;)
nightmares for days...
(thank you guys for giving us this forum, so to speak, to re-live a bunch of great old memories... and thanks for your help with raymi's book, turtle. i think it's gonna be fun)
Posted by: kali | July 28, 2006 8:51 AM
no problem kali. i'd love to do it.
also in jaws, that last scene with him on the mast as its coming down into the water is one of the greatest scenes ever.
Posted by: the turtle | July 28, 2006 9:20 AM
The one that did it for me as a kid was "Dirkie" or "Lost in the Desert" as it was billed in the US. Made by South African director Jamie Uys ("The Gods Must be Crazy") about a kid who survives a plane crash with his dog and has to struggle for survival in the African desert. Just thinking about the scene where he gets stung by a scorpion still raises my blood pressure. I went to see it by myself when I was 10 and had to walk out of the theater before the movie ended I was so scared. I completely missed the Sinbad feature I had gone to see. I had to go back the next day and pay again and sit through the whole thing again--but at least I got to the end.
Posted by: Alex | July 28, 2006 9:51 AM
I know this will sound lame but, The Exorcist. My goofy uncle took me to see it when I was like 6 or 7. For the next three friggin' years I had to sleep with the closet light on, a crucifix hung up over my head on the wall, and my first communion book laying next to me on the bed. For while I even wore my rosary to sleep. Thanks unc! Jerk!
Posted by: Chuck | July 28, 2006 10:01 AM
that song from the exorcist was pretty scary too
Posted by: the turtle | July 28, 2006 10:13 AM
That song from the exorcist still scares me. I have a great story about that, but i'll save it for another day.
Posted by: Michele | July 28, 2006 10:16 AM
tutrle, being a bass player gives me a target-rich environment for ragging on people. *that's* why i'm a bass player. I mean there is no end to the opportunity to laugh at people, the people i'm playing with, the people who are at the show.. Dude... white people dancing. Nuff said?!
Posted by: pril | July 28, 2006 1:55 PM
maybe thats why i play
to laugh at white people dancing
cause it is kinda funny. getting all 70's. my dad once tried to dance to a grove i had. it was so sad.
and yet funny!
Posted by: the turtle | July 28, 2006 4:47 PM
"Don't Be Afraid of the Dark" still scares me, I think I only saw it once and it stuck with me for some reason
Posted by: carol | August 1, 2006 8:42 PM
Trilogy of Terror was one of my favorites - I wasn't too scared though. I kept coming back to ABC every Friday night hoping for more chiller-thrillers but they weren't there.
However, another film, shown on PBS around the same time truly freaked me out. It seemed like a documentary. Townspeople gathered for an annual harvest-time event. First everyone gathered large stones. Then they gathered for some sort of town meeting, which everyone in the town was obligated to attend. Each family name was called (only one family per name happened to live in the town) and came forward to draw a piece of paper. When everyone had the paper, they all looked to see who the "winner" was, but everyone who was not the winner was relieved. The family who had the small white-square paper with the big dark black circle drawn with a pencil raised it up reluctantly, with the woman screaming 'it isn't fair' - then each of the family members drew again, and she, of course, was the 'winner' - of the stones, that were hurled at her until she was trampled (to death).
That was a low-budget production of Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery."
Posted by: Ct Floyd | August 20, 2006 6:40 PM