Category: 52 Weeks of Halloween

52 Weeks: Dialing the Devil

976-EVIL (1988) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ (6 out of 10 stars) Director: Robert EnglundProducer: Lisa M. HansenStarring: Stephen Geoffreys, Patrick O’Bryan, Sandy Dennis, Jim Metzler, Maria Rubell “You called me… and I answered.” – Hoax The Review: Oh boy, gather around, children, while I attempt to beguile you with this baleful tale of bruised boyhood, bloodied bullies, and…

52 Weeks: Shhhh, what was that?

Consider the company assembled here. This is an ensemble of accomplished performers and beloved horror staples, faces the seasoned viewer will recognize with a knowing smile. They lend the proceedings a weight the material, on its own, might not have earned. Everyone commits. No one phones it in from the shadows.

52 Weeks: Dream within a Dream

Let me tell you what it is, though “is” may be too firm a word for so slippery a creature. This is the tale of Little Red Riding Hood, yes — but reflected through a warped and surreal glass.

52 Weeks: Lie Still

As the tale progresses, the audience is drawn ever deeper into a labyrinth of flesh, bone, secrets, and dread. I eventually felt pressed not only into the flesh-chilling details of this fable

52 Weeks: Living High on Trioxin-5

As part of this year’s 52 Weeks of Halloween, I’ve chosen to spotlight sequels that either elevate their lineage or claw their way out of it entirely. Return of the Living Dead 3 is one such creature.

52 Weeks: Shock and Nah…

There are films that unfold like dark revelations—each act peeling back another layer until the full, dreadful design is laid bare before us. Others seize us immediately, their terror undeniable, their grip unrelenting from first frame to last. And then… there are those curious misfires that promise nightmares, yet deliver only restless fragments of other, better dreams.

52 Weeks: Elegance and Terror

not merely a film; it is the first cry of a new predator in the night. With this debut, Dario Argento did not knock on the door of Giallo—he shattered it, talon-first, and flew screaming into the genre’s blood-soaked heart.

52 Weeks: Vampire, Vampire, Oh My!

Ah, dear disciples of dread, gather close and let us peer into the pages of Books of Blood, a modern anthology stitched together from the sinew and soul of Clive Barker’s imagination. Barker, that singular voice in horror’s cacophonous choir, has always stood apart—his tales dripping with moral decay and flesh-bound terror. And this film, though imperfect, carries his signature like a bloodstained calling card.

52 Weeks: Horror Possessed

The original Amityville Horror was the first movie that ever terrified me when I was a kid. The red eyes at the windows did it, even though they seem dated now.

52 Weeks: A Cut Above, Started It All

Ah, Mi Amici… welcome to the velvet-draped vestibule of murder, mystery, and madness. Blood and Black Lace is not merely a film—it is a fever dream stitched in silk and soaked in crimson. It is the whisper behind the curtain, the gloved hand in the dark, the perfume of death wafting through a fashion house where beauty is both armor and target.