We have lost writer/director/actor/visionary/legend George Romero. He passed away yesterday, peacefully in his sleep, after a brief but aggressive battle with lung cancer. His family was by his side, as he listened to the score to one of his favorite films, The Quiet Man. He even passed away as a class act. He was 77. Meet us after the jump for some of our memories here at Biff Bam Pop! of this amazing man.
Monsters like Dracula, Frankenstein, and Godzilla have had dozens of movies made about them, some good and some bad, but why is it that Jaws, a monster all too real, who chased folks out of the water for years, and made his debut in a near-perfect film, can’t get a decent sequel made? We’ll try to find out after the jump, when I look at the spawn of Jaws…
“Ninety percent of everything is crud.” – Theodore Sturgeon
It’s October, and here at Biff Bam Pop! that means a month-long celebration of the macabre in pop-culture. Last time, Dale sweet-talked the incomparable Kris Woofter into guest-writing, and if you missed his look into why we love the horror genre so much – and his incredible list of must-see horror films – you should go check it out. Having to follow that is enough to spark dark visions of authorial revenge on those who put me in this position… but I diegress (yes, even when I’m not writing about comic books, I wind up channeling EC Comics!). So I thought that this week I would focus on a man who is one of the most influential creators in American horror, yet who is sometimes not quite as well-known as he should be. He’s one of my absolute favorites, and likely one of yours too, though you may not know it:
As the American Fourth of July holiday figures solidly into its plot, what better time to talk about the first of the big movie blockbusters – Jaws – than on Independence Day? The biggest and the baddest of the sharks, a real-life monster based on a real-life incident, and the baptism of fire of one of our greatest directors – Steven Spielberg – Jaws is one of the greatest films ever made. Meet me after the jump for my thoughts.
I’m an adult, I’m all grown up. Nothing should scare me any more, short of death, taxes, and, of course, The Bride. But as an aficionado of horror movies, there are some flicks that do get a rise out of me. There are film nuggets that actually scare the crap outta me, some to the point where I won’t even watch them again. That’s how scared they get me. They are the stuff of vampires, gremlins, devil dolls, and the ultimate of all evils, mankind itself. We’ll take a look at one of them right now that haunted my childhood, after the jump.