After Dark Horrorfest 2007
Once again, the freaks at After Dark Horrorfest are bringing masochists like me “8 Films to Die For”. I apparently don’t feel enough angst in my life or something, because I bought the all-access pass.
Yep, I am going to take the weekend of November 9th through the 11th and watch all eight films, or as many as I can before my brain implodes. For those of you not wanting to leave the comfort of your own living room, don’t worry — I’ll review these little gems in loving detail on this site. See? See how much I love you peeps? You’ll be safe and snug in your homes and there I’ll be, alone in the dark, living on Jujubes and popcorn, probably clawing a hole of the arm of my chair’
Yeah, alone. Did I mention none of my friends like horror movies? Did I mention Mr. Shukti isn’t coming? I’m going solo.
— Shukti, Ghoul Scout
- Crazy Eights (2006)
- Mulberry Street (2006)
- Tooth & Nail (2007)
- Lake Dead (2007)
- Unearthed (2007)
- The Deaths of Ian Stone (2007)
Update: 2007 November 14
This could also be called “a funny thing didn’t happen on the way to the ‘8 Films to Die For’ ”, because it happened in the middle of the second film.
Anyone that knows me knows that when I try planning something, even as mundane as watching a series of movies, other plans are frequently made for me. For this reason I was hesitant about buying my all-access pass, but I decided to go for it. I was able to juggle my schedule, and get everything in my every day life taken care of (for 72 hours) and spend this weekend being Shukti, divine movie being. In theory, the most pressing thing on my mind would be what kind of snack foods I’d eat while presumably getting the crap scared out of me.
I settled in as Crazy Eights started up, surprised both at how smoothly this went… and how thirsty I was getting; I felt great driving to the theater. When the movie ended, I got up to get a drink and sat back down for Unearthed. My throat ached and I thought I was coming down with something, but hoped it was just a sinus infection. I got up to get a another drink before The Deaths of Ian Stone, and by now my legs were wobbly. I realized I was getting good and sick. I ran into some friends but felt so bad I would have felt guilty about even sitting next to them — I just sat down towards the front and got through Deaths. I left after that, still hoping it was just a sinus infection.
As it turns out, I didn’t have a sinus infection, or the flu. I had a sinus infection and the flu. I was out of commission for a while, but I finally got to see six of the eight movies. I missed Borderland and Nightmare Man, and I’ll try to view and review those as soon as possible. It’s better this way: if I’m well, I won’t be unduly harsh (and I want you to know I felt great when I watched Lake Dead). Though I have to admit watching plague victims in Mulberry Street while feeling myself turn into a human CBW agent would have been a surreal experience.