Monday, January 30, 2017

Episode 34: Prom Night (1980)

“It’s not who you go with, honey. It’s who takes you home.”

When I started recording B-Movie Bonanza again, I promised myself I’d post at least one new episode per week and, for the most part, I’ve stayed true to that promise. At the start of 2017, however, my motivation has been lacking. I can’t see how anyone can be motivated to do much of anything when we’re clearly at the dawning of the apocalypse. News reports over the weekend are clear proof of that. But I’m not (much of) a political person and this was never intended to be a safe space to talk politics, so let’s get on with the blood n’ guts.

I’m sure this will shatter your impression of me (damn, there goes another Sarcaz-O-Meter), but I was not at all popular in high school. Didn’t have many friends. Spent lunch periods in the library reading books, or in the computer lab penning pretty pathetic R.L. Stine copycat manuscripts. Extra-curricular activities were limited to one, Drama, and that’s only because I harbored some ridiculous delusion that I’d one day be a professional actor. That dream died a quick and painless death when I saw a VHS recording of one of my shows. Good thing it was the final show of my senior year, otherwise I never would’ve had the nerve to take the stage again—and I sincerely doubt anyone would’ve blamed me.

Seeing as how I spent most of those four years on my own, I’m sure it’ll come as no surprise that come prom night, I wasn’t within ten miles of the venue, which, much to my surprise, was not our school gymnasium. I’d seen dozens of teen-oriented movies that revolved around this rite of passage, at least in some way, so it was more than a little jarring when I discovered there wouldn’t be crepe paper strung along the basketball hoops, or tin foil-wrapped stars draped from the ceiling. And, much to my chagrin, there was no prank-gone-awry which sent the student body fleeing for cover. If that had been the case, I might’ve made the effort. On the night of the event, I was probably curled up in bed, revisiting one of my favorite slasher movies for the 7,000th time.

Admittedly, I have more than a few regrets in life, but not attending my high school prom isn’t one of them. I wasn’t a joiner. I sure as hell wasn’t a leader. As clich├ęd as it may sound, especially since I ended up a professional writer (though one never would’ve guessed judging by this less-than-stellar piece), I marched to the beat of my own drum. I lived vicariously through characters both on the screen and on the page. Can’t say I’m better for it. It’s just the way things turned out, and there’s sure as hell nothing I can do about it now. Womp womp.

For this episode, I used the Blu ray edition of Prom Night, running 1:32:44, so if you’d like to come along for the ride, pop it in and feel free. Think I'll dig out my old high school yearbook and re-read the endless pages of non-existent signatures.

Friday, January 6, 2017

Episode 33: Slumber Party Massacre II (1987)

“I think your sweetheart’s been taking too many diet pills.”

Happy motherfuckin’ New Year, B-movie fanatics! I don’t know about you, but I’ve been counting the seconds until 2017. The past 365 days were by far and away some of the worst this country—nay, this world—has seen in quite some time. So many deaths, so much senseless violence, I even have to say it? No, but I will: DONALD FUCKING TRUMP IS HEADED FOR THE WHITE HOUSE. If I didn’t know better, I’d assume I was stuck in one really long nightmare. One really, really, really long nightmare. On a personal level, things have been less than stellar, too. And no, I’m not again referencing the suspension of my YouTube account, or the fact that I got text message-dumped by someone I thought I was to spend my future with. It’s a little deeper than that. But hey, I’m not one to air my dirty laundry via public media. I know it might not seem that way, what with the things I’ve shared in blog posts, on Facebook, and during the commentaries (the most telling being the revelation that my very first crush was Creepshow 2 star Daniel Beer), but believe it or not, there’s a lot I don’t say. Perhaps I’ll save it all as the basis for an memoir one day—a really long, really depressing one at that.

As loyal subscribers of B-Movie Bonanza have already ascertained, all episodes of this little rinky dink operation are recorded several months in advance. This tebds to be both good and bad—bad because I can’t wait to share all of my oh-so-hilariously compelling anecdotes (oh look, the needle on my Sarcaz-O-Meter just broke off) and good because a lot tends to happen in between the recording and the uploading, thereby giving me fodder to include in the text read by all six of you (I know, I’m flattering myself. All three of you). In this case, something I never thought would happen is on its way to becoming a reality: Scream Factory is scheduled to release Slumber Party Massacre II & III as a double-feature Blu ray set! Why did I believe this would never come to be? Well, first and foremost, I didn’t think a widescreen print of Part III even existed (Concorde isn’t exactly famous for keeping pristine 35mm negatives of their titles tucked away in some fireproof vault) and, well, I was told by whoever runs Scream Factory’s official Twitter page that it just wasn’t going to happen. Some rabid fans, however, managed to change their minds and I couldn’t be more excited (untrue; I’d be more excited if someone actually tracked down Keely Christian for an on-screen interview).

So, not only are fans finally going to see these gems in crispy clear high-definition, but...wait for it...they’ll be getting two—that’s right, TWO—versions of both features! I don’t know about you, but I had absolutely no idea that Slumber Party Massacre II was available in an 85-minute version, which means that fans of this bizarre little rock ‘n roll horror classic will be treated to an extra 10 minutes of thrills, chills, and guitar drills! Also, Slumber Party Massacre III will be presented in its heavily censored R-rated cut (first released by New Horizons Home Video), which runs 75 minutes, and the extended version, which runs 87. Why do I hear Ren and Stimpy singing “Happy Happy, Joy Joy” in the back of my head?

Unfortunately, since this episode was recorded several months ago (and I had absolutely no idea that this incredible two-disc set was on the way), I was forced to use the version of the film included in Scream Factory’s Slumber Party Massacre Collection, released back in 2010. Hopefully, the episode will whet your appetite and keep you licking your chops in anticipation of the Blu ray, set to be released on January 27th!

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

"The Facility" -- Finally Available in Paperback and Kindle Editions!

Originally published by Thunderstorm Books in dual limited edition hardcovers, The Facility is finally available in paperback and Amazon Kindle editions (guess the post's title already spelled that out, huh?). Featuring amazing new artwork by Amy Chisman, who leant her incredible talents to the paperback/digital editions of Open Wounds and Coffee at Midnight, The Facility is a bit of a departure from my usual works, as it delves deep into some pretty dark themes. Check out the full synopsis below:

A picture-perfect life is shattered when Holly Vogel discovers her husband has crossed an unthinkable line—with their five-year-old daughter.
She immediately takes the child and flees, closing all communication with a man now seen only as a monster.

Reeling, Holly wrestles with innumerable possibilities. She can’t bear the thought of putting her only child through a lengthy trial. And though he’s committed an unforgivable sin, she can’t escape the love she feels for the man once seen as her one and only.

Scouring the Internet for answers, she happens upon a website claiming to be the answer to all her prayers. A website created specifically for women in the same or similar situations. A website known only as...The Facility.

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“Brandon Ford dazzles yet again by taking what would be someone's worst fears and making them infinitely more terrifying. The Facility is another in a long line of pure great horror. Ford is the real deal.”
—Garon Cockrell, Pop Culture Beast

The Facility is a brutal, gory tale of twisted love. Another great work by Brandon Ford.”.
—Sheri White, Horror World

“Written with such brilliance... Twists and turns you won’t see coming...”
—Tina Marie, Tina’s Bookshelf

Friday, December 23, 2016

Episode 32: Silent Night, Deadly Night (1984)

“Punishment is absolute. Punishment is necessary. ...Punishment is good.”
We all have our little holiday traditions, don’t we? While so many like to sing along to their favorite Christmas standards performed by the likes of Bing Crosby ans Nat King Cole, I prefer to rock out to the shrill wail of The Crypt-Keeper as he shrieks such classics as “Deck the Halls with Parts of Charlie” and “We Wish You’d Bury the Missus” (both featured on the dementedly delightful Tales from the Crypt Presents: Have Yourself a Scary Little Christmas album). While some like to kick back and revisit It’s a Wonderful Life (the movie title I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember while originally recording this episode), I always revisit Silent Night, Deadly Night, sometimes all five of ‘em. Most holiday-themed movies are just too damned wholesome, so it always warms the cockles of my little black heart to watch a bloodied axe blade decapitate a snowman lovingly assembled by orphaned children.

Though I’d always had an affinity for all things horror, there was once a part of me that temporarily set aside dismemberment and decapitation to join in on Christmas festivities. It would start the day after Thanksgiving, when I’d spend an entire afternoon cutting inch-wide strips of construction paper to create one ridiculously long, multi-colored chain used to decorate the walls and ceiling of my tiny little bedroom. As the years went on and the tradition continued, I’d add little stars and twinkle lights to the elaborate set-up. A three-dimensional Santa head soon joined the equation. Finally, the piece de resistance, a foot-high re-creation of a traditional Christmas tree, complete with grape-sized balls of cherry red. This treasure would stand atop my TV, where I’d line wrapped goodies for my family and close friends. I’d work myself silly each year. In early January, when it came time to take everything down, I was beyond crestfallen. Oh, how I hated to see it all come to an end.

As evident, Christmas once brought me such joy and, like all children, was a time of year I’d spend so many months looking forward to. That all changed shortly after my 18th birthday, when I got my first job as a cashier at a large department store. Encountering holiday shoppers quickly became a part of the day I learned to loathe. With all the griping, groaning, and grappling for sale items, I discovered just how nasty the holiday season made so many people. Patrons entered my line positively itching for confrontation and seized the first opportunity to unload all of their personal frustrations. I’d always assumed the time of year made everyone as happy as it once made me, but that first year standing behind a register showed me just how miserable visions of red and green could make people, and how horribly they often behaved as a result.

Being on the receiving end of such animus and vitriol quite literally changed my entire outlook on “the hap-happiest season of all.” No longer did I look forward to the colder months and the jingle-jangle of holiday bells. I lost the desire to create my own little Christmas village, stopped making paper chains. hanging lights, and yes, I even did away with the mini Christmas tree. December no longer made me smile. It made me sneer, grimace, and grind my teeth in anticipation of inescapable chaos. I worked retail for several years after that and my stomach always tightened with nervous knots when summer came to a close and the smell of autumn hung in the air, for that smell signaled impending doom.

I’d like to say that since those horrors are long behind me, my love of “the most wonderful time of the year” has been restored, but sadly, I cannot. I’m more apathetic than celebratory and see the 25th as a day not unlike any other. I suppose watching splatter movies while everyone else is merrily decking the halls is my way at flipping the bird at all those painted smiles and turning my back on what Silent Night, Deadly Night’s embittered store clerk accurately describes as “phony sentiment,” Thank Christ I don’t have kids. No one to act all fake and jolly for.

I do, however, hope that you, my B-movie fanatics, are all jollied-up for this latest episode of B-Movie Bonanza, as it’s centered around my favorite Christmas movie. So pour yourself a tall glass of egg nog (preferably spiked, as you’ll need a bit of alcohol to truly understand my breed of wit) and get ready to watch the studly Robert Brian Wilson hack up some bitches. My source: the Starz / Anchor Bay Entertainment Blu ray, which runs 1:24:54.

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Episode 31: Criminally Insane (1975)

“My heart’s just fine as long as my stomach’s not empty.”

For a brief period last month, my YouTube account was, without warning, suspended. All previous episodes of B-Movie Bonanza—or at least those hosted there—had been taken down. Flummoxed, I contacted the powers-that-be for an explanation. What I received in return was anything but. I was told that due to my indiscretion, an indiscretion that continued to elude me, the suspension of my account would stand. They also encouraged me to carefully read over their rules and guidelines for uploaded content. Begrudgingly, I followed their supplied link and studied the dos and don’ts.

I took silent stock of the material included in my silly little movie commentary podcast. Do any episodes contain nudity, sexual situations, or pornographic material? Absolutely not. Do any episodes contain explicit or excessive violence? No, sir.  Do any episodes promote violence toward either gender, or members of minority groups? Don’t remember ever in my life donning a swastika, so that’s another negative. Do any episodes contain spam or scams? Well, no, not unless you count my continued efforts to get listeners to buy my books. Last and most importantly, do any episodes contain copyrighted material? Since every commentary is a Brandon Ford original, i.e. 90 minutes of my nonsensical rambling without any music and/or audio/video samples of the films I discuss, that would be another no. I listed all of these facts in a detailed e-mail. Needless to say, when I received a response stating that they were standing by their decision, still offering no clear explanation, I was beyond befuddled.

I kept thinking back to late spring, when I started uploading rare/obscure movies to my YouTube channel as a coping mechanism. I’d just gone through a pretty gut-wrenching break-up (I still say there’s a special place in hell for those who terminate meaningful relationships via text message), so I really needed the distraction. And distract me it did. I spent hours each day going through my film library, picking and choosing rarities of all sorts. I uploaded the files to my channel hoping that subscribers would, when not viewing these hidden gems, have a listen to B-Movie Bonanza and maybe pick up a few of my books. This little side-hobby went on for a couple of months. In that time, I uploaded dozens of features. Unfortunately, it all came crashing down when a certain independent DVD distributor who owned the rights to one of these obscurities decided to report me to YouTube, thus earning my account a strike. I wrote an extensive essay about the experience on my personal blog, Brandon Ford’sSleepless Nights, which can be found here.

In hindsight, the strike was a mere slap on the wrist. My YouTube activity would be restricted for a period of 30 days and then I could go back to uploading content exceeding the 15-minute time limit. Also, the strike would be wiped from my account in 6 months, leaving me in good standing. I was more than a little paranoid, however, and didn’t want to risk losing my channel. As a pre-cautionary measure, I removed everything that wasn’t 100% mine and, just to be on the safe side, signed up with Vimeo so listeners would have a separate space to absorb my lack of film knowledge and stupid little anecdotes, should there be any further trouble.

Even though this was all behind me (my strike was even recently lifted), I couldn’t help wondering if previous uploads played a role in the suspension of my account, despite their removal close to 6 months prior. I wasn’t dumb enough to mention these files in my responses to YouTube, but continued to fight them tooth and nail. I claimed their decision was not only baseless, but absurd. Nothing on my channel violated their terms and conditions, so what was the problem? I felt as though I’d been sent up the river on the grounds of some trumped-up charges. Finally, I received an e-mail stating that, after some further investigation by the YouTube team, my account was back up and running. No apology, no explanation, no nothing. It wasn’t until I logged into my account that I received the answer I’d been searching for all along.

A disclaimer spread across my screen the moment I entered my password. It seemed that the Creepshow 2 episode of B-Movie Bonanza violated their terms and conditions, so it had been flagged. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what I could’ve possibly said during this particular commentary that would cause such outrage. I gave a listen. At approximately 17 minutes in, I briefly mentioned the original violation that earned my account a strike, the movie that caused all the drama, and the independent DVD company who reported me. In addition, I called the two guys at the helm a pair of “douchebags.” Ahhhh... Now things were starting to make sense.

Even though I’d removed their priceless gem from my channel and the incident was over with, it appears someone’s been keeping tabs on my YouTube activity (I can only assume to ensure I hadn’t uploaded any other fecal matter they hold rights to).  The same someone probably didn’t appreciate my schoolyard name-calling and pulled a wah-wah-wahhhh. Uh...I mean, reported abuse. And then I thought back to just two weeks prior, when my Vimeo account was mysteriously suspended. Hmm... Coincidence? I’m guessing not.

After a similar e-mail exchange with Vimeo customer service, my files were once again available for streaming. Could these doofballs really be cyber-stalking me? For a micro-second, I felt like Shelley Duvall, driven to extreme states of paranoia, safe and warm beneath the protective coating of a tin foil hat. But I got over that pretty quickly. Nevertheless, I decided not to upload this particular episode to YouTube, since it also mentions my previous encounters with those...uh...fine young gentlemen and, Criminally Insane is an early project by the same writer/director of the piece of shh---I mean...cinematic masterpiece that started this whole mess. So, it looks like this one’s going to be a Vimeo exclusive.

The source for this gem of an episode runs 1:01:56 and can be found on the E.I. Independent triple-feature DVD, which also contains Nick Millard’s Crazy Fat Ethel 2, sequel to Criminally Insane that utilizes half the original footage a la Silent Night, Deadly Night, Part 2, and Satan’s Black Wedding. Listen, enjoy, and I’ll be doing everything in my power to get this song out of my head.

Brandon Ford's B-Movie Bonanza - Episode 31: Criminally Insane (1975) from Brandon Ford on Vimeo.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

The Carnage Doesn't Stop Here!

That’s right, B-movie fanatics! Your favorite splatter commentator not only talks the genre—he writes it, too! I have several novels and short story collections under my belt, all available in paperback and Kindle editions! Just click on any of the images below to be taken directly to the Amazon listing, or here to peruse my Author Page, where you can also check out my many anthology contributions! I also have a secondblog, which features essays and news on my latest releases. Christmas is only a few weeks away and as I so often say, books make perfect gifts.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Episode 30: Blood Feast (1963)

“For Pete’s sake, tell ‘em not to eat anything!”

As a certain bee-hived, big-breasted, black-dressed Queen of B-cinema once said, “Hey, does anybody know what that movie was about? Uh, I’ll tell ya what it was about: it was about an hour-and-a-half too long!” In the case of Herschell Gordon Lewis’ Blood Feast, it was about 67 minutes too long. That’s right, the notorious film that outraged critics and introduced the world to gore in its extremist form isn’t even technically a feature, as it’s several minutes shy of a proper running time. I’m beyond grateful for that, however, as I don’t know how much more of this mess I could withstand. Over-acted, over-written, and just plain-old over-the-top, Blood Feast is far from one of my favorite cult films, but seeing as how it holds such cultural significance, how could I gloss this one over? And let’s face it, there’s just as much to mock—if not more—as Stephen Tyler’s The Last Slumber Party and Nick Millard’s Criminally Insane (stay tuned).

Yeah, yeah. I’ve mentioned more than a handful of times that these commentaries are meant to pay homage to the films, not ridicule them. But there isn’t much to praise when it comes to the many Herschell Gordon Lewis endeavors of the ‘60s and ‘70s. Okay, his films may be a shallow cut above the likes of Doris Wishman or—dare I say it?—Ed Wood, but I don’t think even he took them seriously while they were in production. It’s clear in this case, the focus was more on making money than making something good (or at the very least passable). How do you make money in the film business? You attract an audience, of course. How do you attract an audience? Well, showing them something they’ve never seen is a pretty good place to start, and in 1963, filmgoers had yet to see grisly shots of severed limbs, a human tongue pulled from a cavernous throat, and a bizarre ritual called an “Egyptian Blood Feast,” which would ultimately resurrect an ancient goddess known as Ishtar (not to be confused with the 1987 Warren Beatty flop).

I hadn’t seen the acquired taste known as  Blood Feast (see what I did there?) until I was well into my twenties, when my horror fanaticism started to fizzle. I was far from the genre-obsessed adolescent, who happened upon the H.G. Lewis splatter opus during John Waters’ 1994 cult classic Serial Mom, which includes brief clips of Blood Feast’s bloodiest and most gratuitous moments.

Funnily enough, Marcel Walz’s re-interpretation of Allison Louise Downey’s original screenplay premiered at Fright Fest less than one month after this episode was originally recorded. Funnier still, I didn’t even know there was a remake until yesterday, when I started assembling material’s for this blog post. After a little snooping around, I happened upon a review penned by Dread Central’s Matt Boiselle. Based on the synopsis, I can only assume that the 2016 version of Blood Feast is yet another in a long, long line of in-name-only “remakes.” I mean, this version is set in France, for cryin’ out loud, and Fuad Ramses (played this time around by Robert Russler, better known by genre fanatics as Ronald Grady of A Nightmare on Elm Street, Part 2) has a wife (Caroline Williams, of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Part 2), daughter, and runs his own diner while working part-time at an Egyptian museum. Though their review was more than favorable, I think I’ll skip this one.

Anyhoo, for this episode, I used the version of Blood Feast included in Something Weird Video’s 2011 Blood Trilogy Blu ray. The 1.78:1 transfer clocks in at exactly 1:07:12, so feel free to watch along, but don’t be surprised if my nonsensical ramblings are slightly more entertaining than the actual film—and that’s something I don’t think I’ve ever said before. .