Yes it’s finally arrived, the day of days, and the room was electric with excitement. We had everything we needed too – wine, ashtrays and pizza mainly – so we drew the curtains and pulled the sofas closer to the T.V. It was going to be a long night sure, but I think we all knew it was going to be a good one.
Of course, it wasn’t always planned as such a grand evening. Night of the Demon I found on Ebay a while ago and, laughing as hard as I did when I first watched it, I knew it had to come to Zombie Club as soon as I could pull it off. Night of the Bloody Apes seemed like the obvious pairing from the off, what with both movies being previously banned and both starting with ‘Night of’. Yes, it was going to be ‘Night of the Previously Banned Night of Movies Night’.
But then everyone remembered Night of the Creeps, that classic Atkinsfest from the 80s, so with that in mind we thought we’d loosen the theme, just to include it. And besides, we had a couple of guests along tonight, one of whom had bought his VHS copy just in case my dodgy DVDR was a bad transfer.
Night of the Comet just kind of slipped under the radar. I don’t know what I was thinking.
Tonight's line up is brought to you by Jim in association with the Manos Society of the prevention of cruelty to Mexican B-movies.
Night of the Comet (1984)
Plot Our fate is a comet, some teenage girls, a handful of zombies, and a guy that looks like Erik Estrada. And a lot of 80s synth rock.
Jim When a comet hits Earth, nearly everyone is outside to witness the spectacle and celebrate its arrival, unbeknownst that the comet possesses deadly rays that turn all the onlookers to dust. This is the story of Regina and Samantha, two sisters who were luckily indoors at the time, in steel-lined rooms – Regina being a dirty stop-out in her projectionist boyfriend’s projection booth at the cinema they both work at (“Don’t get stuck in the sleeping bag!”), and Samantha having run away after having a row with their stepmother. She spent the night in a gym, I think. Or it could have been a steel-lined shed. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, she goes home in the morning, meets up with her sister, and they soon click they are all alone. Or are they?
Now if you read the back of the box, you’d believe that ‘the world has become a dangerous place, populated by monstrous zombies, created by the comet’s rays’. That is a slight exaggeration, I counted eight. Mind you, the back of the box also has a picture of Regina holding a shoe (“What kind of picture is that to have on the back of the box?” – Zomblee), so the box can generally not be trusted, even if the shoe scene did get a right cheer when it came on.
The box does however give us some clue early on as to this movie’s immediate downfall, and that’s that ‘the girls seek refuge at a radio station, having been lured there by a (taped) radio transmission’. Ah, 80s radio-station. Oh.
From the opening credits, a few too many scenes are accompanied by the most excruciating, inappropriate 80s synth-soft-rock you could possibly imagine. Zomblee, who has never really shone a torch to that decade's musical achievements, almost looked in pain when they arrived at the radio-station, as now they had the opportunity to score absolutely every scene with the stuff. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the arrival of Hector (who, according to Mario, is not Erik Estrada but the guy from Star Trek Voyager) I think we might have lost him around now. I think the next time he perked up was when someone – I don’t recall who – voiced their opinions of Hector’s go-to-San-Diego plan, namely “Go anywhere, just get out of that fucking radio station”.
It didn’t get much better after that, and I like 80s stuff usually, although they did get to do some shopping and meet some scientists, which would make their red-filtered post-apocalypse a quite nice place to live in, I guess.
“Did you happen to see two girls running around here, one’s a teenager?”
Rawshark Hey, I actually quite liked Night of the Comet! Maybe if the film had been made in the 70s, or even better, had been an Italian movie, then Jim and Zomblee might have appreciated it more. Admittedly, the completely naff 80s styling and soundtrack does detract somewhat, and the plot concerning the surviving scientists (including Geoffrey Devil’s Rejects Lewis) is sketchy to say the least, but otherwise this film is a fairly decent ‘b’ stab at a post-apocalyptic movie.
When Regina wakes up the morning after some terrible visual comet effects, she discovers that everyone on Earth who was wearing Deely Boppers (that’s everyone by the way) has been turned to dust, so she gets on her motorbike to ride the empty red city. Luckily she soon meets up with her sister (and dead dust dog, Muffy), before they bump into hero-in-disguise, Hector, and together they fight off zombies and scientists in an effort to rebuild society whilst always being careful to remember the Green Cross Code.
It’s a simple plot, and thanks mainly to the two sisters, it holds up fairly well. Whether they’re firing at cars with automatics for shooting practise (“Hope that’s not their car!” - Mario), or running around shopping malls in their underwear, both Regina and Samantha remain largely believable - although that montage set to ‘Girls Just Want to Have Fun’ admittedly almost killed the film stone dead! The girls have enough wits about them when attacked in the mall too, as they then proceed to shoot shelves full of cuddly toys and pretend to be mannequins in an effort to defeat the nasty zombie store detectives, or whatever it was they are who are intent on munching on their flesh. Sometimes boring, sometimes interesting, Comet just about has enough to recommend it. Nice ending too, I knew DMK would come back into it.
“Geez, I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t cross against the light like that.”
Zomblee DMK was a high scorer on the video game that Regina kicks off the top ten at the beginning of the film, then at the end, a dashing young man arrives in a gorgeous car with ‘DMK’ on its licence plate. Ok, now that's pretty cool. Unfortunately however, I’ll have to beg to differ with Rawshark’s generally complimentary viewpoint on Night of the Comet.
How come this was the first film we watched, yet it is the one I remember least about? I thought at least I may have been mentally scarred by the radio station scenes – that really IS my worst nightmare - an 80’s horror movie with lengthy scenes set inside a radio station. If I was in any kind of forgiving mood, then all forgiveness would have been retracted by the time of the ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ montage. This is when I wanted the “bitch scientist” (as Rawshark called her) to send me to a peaceful place with that big needle she’s always getting out.
I felt extremely short-changed on the zombie front, the only one of which I remember clearly being the one from the old UK video cover with the gooey hand. So this is what a city 'populated' by zombies looks like then? Looks like a piece of piss to me, no problem. And if it was a problem, I certainly wouldn’t wait for an Eric Estrada look-alike with a name like Hector to turn up and help.
Usually at Zombie Club, we tend to save the bad films for later on in the evening when we're too pissed to care, but I don’t know what happened tonight. It could only go uphill from this point forward. And oh boy, it went so uphill it went effing vertical.
“My name is Hector.”
Director Thom Eberhardt
Cast Robert Beltran
Catherine Mary Stewart
Zoe Kelli Simon
Runtime 95 mins
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Night of the Creeps (1986)
Plot Alien brain parasites, entering humans through the mouth, turn their host into a killing zombie. Some teenagers start to fight against them.
Zomblee “You’re going to love this one” was coming at me from both directions tonight (Jim and Steve), and what with me knowing its year of release, I found this to be a very peculiar prediction indeed. It seems they were right, against certain odds, most notably the 80’s-ness of it all.
Nothing could prepare me for the first scene – “big alien babies” accidentally release an object into space which lands in B&W Sorority Row 1959. A boy is infected from whatever it is within this cylindrical object and is then cryogenically frozen until two frat house students “disengage” him in hip, trendy 1986.
“Just wait ‘til you see the lead actor’s jumper!” shouted Jim after we jump to 1986, and what a sight it was, sported by a young guy who one could describe as being Josh Homme’s (from Queens of the Stone Age) really drippy younger brother. But I didn’t let this one fashion crime put me off the film because Fred Dekker didn’t make some kind of standard 80’s bad haired slasher crap with Night of the Creeps; he made something that should go down in the annals of film history as one of the best horror comedies ever made. Its knowing script predates Scream by about 10 years, with character names like Romero, Cronenberg, Carpenter and Raimi while its overall wittiness and amiable, fun-poking nature is a pure joy to be part of.
Right, I’ve got to get this out of my system now: Tom Atkins Rules. I’ve been a massive Atkins fan since I was little, and I hadn’t even seen him at his best, here, in this amazing little film. If Atkins was a bottle of beer, it’s as if someone shook him up and down for ages, then uncapped him and beamed him onto Dekker's set with a never-ending supply of cigarettes. The man is on FIRE, 100% proof Atkins – a cop who breaks the rules, who’s on the edge, who’s out for revenge for what happened when he was a rookie back in 1959. He’s a one-man slug-killing machine – “Get the 12 gauge out of my car”.
It wasn’t meant to be this good. It really wasn’t. We were in hysterics most of the time, and when we weren’t, were probably jumping up and down in our seats shouting “Go Tom, Go!”. Unfortunately it’s time to pass the torch onto Jim now, but I could go on all day about this one. Just don’t get me started on the janitor who says the same thing over and over...something about banshees as i recall.
Jim “Scweaming like banshees!” that’d be. I love oriental old guy janitor extras, especially those who find “scweaming like banshees” funny and then end up scweaming – sorry, screaming – like a banshee themselves.
And I love this movie too. The opening sets the tone so well that we were right there, right away. “How do you write that down, tell me how to right that down, what the fuck are they!?” exclaimed Zomblee as the alien babies shot ray guns at each other, before the creep cargo was jettisoned to Earth, Critters style, to land in B&W 50s America (“Welcome to Pleasantville…” – Rawshark). Then we’re straight into a 50s B-monster movie homage flashback thing, complete with ‘killer-escaped-from-mental-home-with-fire-axe!’ blaring from the radio in the young lovers’ car. (“When they said fire-axe, I thought they meant axe on fire!”) No Mario…
Moving on to the 80s (and brushing quickly over the jumper issue) the knowing, tongue-in-cheek tone surprisingly stays intact. Too many movies like this have cool intros but then lose themselves in 80s frat pack cheese – not so for Night of the Creeps. The guy with one continuous eyebrow is fucking hilarious (especially when he comes back as a zombie later), as is lead bad-jumper wearing character Chris’s cripple mate JC, who becomes convinced pledging for a frat will help Chris score with Cynthia, the film’s sexy teenage heroine (look out for her later on wearing a sexy prom dress and an industrial flamethrower – ooh la la!) So pledge they do, hence the trying-to-steal-a-corpse shenanigans – “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!” - and the revival of the infected dude from the 50s – “do you think it’s taking the Lord’s name in vain to say ‘oh my God’ like that so many times in quick succession?” – which is the hook to bring Police Inspector Atkins in to the plot.
Like Zomblee said, Atkins rules from here on in. “Thrill me,” he opens with before asking, “What’s this, a homicide or a bad B-movie?” And when the assistant tells him that one of the bodies has gone, he says, “What, did he have a date?” It’s all very priceless and shit-hot value for money, and well worth a couple of rewinds, especially the one that Steve insisted on which went on to be the movie’s famous tagline - “The good news is your dates are here, the bad news is they’re dead!”
But in particular keep you eyes open for the requisition scene, where Atkins tries to convince a certain B-movie legend into lending him “your basic flame-thrower.” Credit to Rawshark for spotting that celebrity cameo first…
“Scweaming like banshees!”
Rawshark That’ll be Dick Miller then, regular favourite of the other ‘in-love-with-b-movies’ director, Joe Dante. But we’re not here to talk about Dante, Night of the Creeps is Fred Dekker’s chance to shine, and perhaps the perfect Zombie Club movie. From the energetic joy of that opening scene with the Alien Gingerblob men (or at least that’s what I wrote for them) to the B&W comet landing to the nervous young couple listening to the radio on Route 66 waiting for the axe-murderer to show up (“This place gives me the creeps!”) the first ten minutes of Creeps sets itself up perfectly as a comic horror (almost) masterpiece.
The others have covered the magnificence of Tom Atkins’ hard-nosed chain-smoking detective cliché, so I won’t delve down that road, especially as there is so much more to this film to enjoy. The alien parasites who ‘zombify’ the humans are a squiggly pleasure, and there’s also much fun to be had from the zombie cats and dogs and a ‘deserve-their-comeuppance’ jock called Brad. The script is fun and knowing, and the two leads are similar to a tragic version of the pair in Weird Science, in that there are extremely likeable and you end up rooting for them even though they are nerds who can’t tell the difference between Delta and Beta - “It’s all Greek to me!”
It’s the kind of cult film that gets better on each and every viewing, and as things build to a grand climax, we’re treated to much head splitting, some great lawnmower deaths and a great explosion thanks to the self-sacrificial (and gaffer-taped mouth) Tom Atkins. And after all that, Jim even pulled out the alternate ending, featuring a smoked-to-a-crisp Atkins emerge from the flaming basement (cigarette still in place!) before collapsing outside a cemetery with an enormous alien mothership that flies on overhead. Zombie Club Class!
“Zombies. Exploding heads. Creepy crawlies. Date for the formal. This is classic spunky.”
Director Fred Dekker
Cast Jason Lively
Runtime 88 mins
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Night of the Demon (1980)
Plot Professor Nugent and his students embark on a journey to locate Bigfoot. After a whole load of flashbacks, they find him.
Rawshark Suitably loosened up, both in liquid refreshment and by the last screening of Creeps, we headed straight into Night of the Demon. All I knew of Demon was that it was originally on the 1984 UK Video Nasties list, it includes one scene where a Yeti rips off a motorcyclist’s penis and that it features lots of flashbacks (and flashbacks (within flashbacks) !) Sounds dodgy, I know, but Night of the Demon ended up being fantastic fun, and a little gem of a Yeti movie, prompting Zomblee to mourn the fact that there really aren’t enough good Yeti movies out there. It’s true, because apart from this and Legend of Boggy Creek, there really aren’t.
The film opens with Professor Nugent in hospital, all bandaged up after having only just survived a Yeti attack, as he tells his story of his encounter to the surrounding doctors. Cut to the first flashback of the film as we get a first person camera view of the Yeti, complete with red circle (“DemonVision!” – Jim) as it attacks and kills a man by ripping his arm off. It’s not great gore, but the scene is certainly effective enough and sets up the trend for the film, which is mostly a series of flashback clips of stories of the Yeti’s slayings.
These clips include a couple fucking in a camper van, a sleeping camper swung around the Yeti’s head in his sleeping bag and thrown onto a tree branch (yeah, go figure – but it got the most cheers!), an axe-killing of a woodsman, two girl guides grimly forced to slash each other to death, and the afore-mentioned penis rip (which really didn’t need to be rewound and watched again, but hey…)
It’s not the best film ever made, not by a long shot, but it does bundle along with terrific gusto, and it’s hard not to get carried away with the fun of it all. Some great gore, a hypnotised spooky girl called Wanda (“Well, officially this is a hypnotised flashback…” – Jim), a brilliantly laughable Yeti (in slow-motion no less in the final attack scenes!) and Professor Nugent’s bandage-mouth which had all of us in stitches, especially Steve - Night of the Demon is a true guilty pleasure; just what we love here at Zombie Club.
“Certify this man as criminally insane!”
Zomblee First off, let me explain a bit about the bandaged mouth of Professor Nugent. He's in a hospital bed telling of his ordeal, but his face is all bandaged up you see. Even his mouth, but about two inches below where his mouth should be, there's this little gap in the bandages which keeps opening and closing as he speaks. It looks like his mouth is two inches (at least) below where it should be. If you close your eyes and picture this, you might possibly have some idea of how side-splittingly hilarious this appears to five pissed guys who love this kind of stuff. If you can't imagine what it might look like then please, just get your hands on this little film and see for yourself.
I'm glad I didn't have any flashbacks about watching Night of the Demon. That would really begin to mess things up. As Rawshark has mentioned, the entire film is just a series of flashbacks and it's a simplistic but charming approach in order to show a series of laugh-out-loud yeti attacks on unsuspecting individuals. The flashbacks were so many that at one point I could swear Jim shouted "We want another flashback!" but failed to realise that we were in fact in the middle of one.
The fun does however tend to ease off a tad when we get to the disturbing scenes depicting the "spooky" Wanda being traumatised by her clearly unbalanced, super-religious father. Now, this guy takes us to another dimension of intensity as we witness the psychological torment endured by the young girl at the hands of this backwoods God fanatic - the real monster of the film. No wonder she's messed-up. If Night of the Demon packs any real punch at all, then this is where it's at.
This all leads to a final slow-mo-fest where we witness Bigfoot in all his bare-chested glory (he's hairy everywhere apart from his chest, which does seem odd - Rawshark found this quite disturbing in itself), attacking all the braindead students in the cabin, accompanied by some of the strangest, annoying music (if you can call it that) ever composed (if you can call it that). This final cabin attack features an incredibly memorable sequence involving the face of Nugent, a hot stove, and the big hand of Bigfoot. Hence the bandages. And the funny bandage-gap mouth.
Night of the Demon is, generally, crap. But it's the kind of entertaining crap you can easily forgive for being so crap. It's so bad that most characters don't even have names. Brilliant.
"Bigfoot's not playing games anymore."
Jim That Professor Nugent, he’s got a lot to answer for. Firstly, there’s the little mouth-bandage thing. Secondly, there’s him explaining to his wife the academic worth of taking a bunch of teenagers in to the woods to look for a yeti, wearing only a pair of pants (i.e. explaining wearing only his pants, not looking for the yeti). Then there’s this whole scaring the bejesus out of his students at camp fire time, by telling them stories of how “…it was not far from here that the horribly mutilated body of a woodsman was found...” and so forth. Then there’d be a very graphic flashback, which begs the question: just how much of the flashback would he describe in his story? I mean, would he go, “Yeah, and then the yeti ripped the motorcyclist’s knob off…”
Either way, you can’t knock the flashback, as it gives you the opportunity to add random deaths whenever you want. That prolongs the lifespan of the central cast, which would be handy if you actually cared about them, or even knew who they were – Mario kept trying to count them between flashbacks and I don’t think he ever managed it. There are just too many flashbacks, but they do work, in a ridiculous kind of way. The opening couple-shagging-in-van flashback is great, if a little to heavy on the girl-screaming-and-panting sounds, causing me to have to turn it down so the neighbours didn’t got the wrong idea. And the girl scouts going on a girl scouting expedition wearing T-shirts with ‘Girl Scouts’ written on them (“In case you didn’t know they’re girl scouts!” – Mario) were also a great laugh as they stabbed each other in a mad frenzy, (“Oh, we’ll have to wind this bit back when it’s finished!” – Zomblee). Even the yeti-stalking-prey bits have comedy value, mainly because of the yeti-stalking piano theme music – (“I always want it to pan round and see a guy playing piano…” – Zomblee). (“Yeah, a yeti!” – Mario). That image was hard to shake, I can tell you, although not as hard as the image Rawshark put into my head with his theory that Wanda's kid was born with “…a big foot!” Sheesh.
For a Zombie Club night like tonight, Night of the Demon has everything, even “a Chuck Norris in there somewhere!” according to Zomblee. Look this one up if you can, although stay a way from the Vipco release. As Rawshark said, “this is one of those films that you watch just to see how good the death scenes are.” Not much fun if it’s all cut, great fun as originally intended
“I’ve got a Police whistle we can use too!”
Director James C. Wasson
Cast Joy Allen
Runtime 97 mins
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Night of the Bloody Apes (1968)
Plot What do you get if you cross a sick kid, a crazed heart surgeon father, two lady Mexican wrestlers, an ape and a sidekick with a stupid name and an unconvincing limp?
Jim Wiping the tears of joy away from watching Demon so enthusiastically, it was through very blurry eyes that we finally got round to viewing the infamous Night of the Bloody Apes. But I don't think there's any other way it could be done. "Guys, every now and again just pinch yourselves - look at that!" observed Zomblee. "It's a very strange film," added Rawshark. Yes, it certainly was.
The plot, as you've probably guessed, is crazier than a bag of Mexican jumping beans. It concerns a Doctor Crayman whose son is really ill, so the good doctor figures the only was to save him is to transplant his heart with one they've borrowed from an ape that Crayman's assistant, Goyo, has ape-napped from the local zoo. Not surprisingly things don't go to plan, and Crayman's son soon transforms (via Lon Chaney Jr. Jekyll and Hyde style fade-in photography) into an ape-man ("Not that bloody ape!" - Mario), who consequently goes on a rampage around town, killing a few people, ripping their tops off if they are female.
Um, that's about all I got plot-wise. There's a lot of stuff about lady Mexican wrestlers, and they somehow justified getting one of them on the operating table and doing another heart transplant, although who got whose heart this time I don't know. It was a bit confusing and quite hard to concentrate - I spent so much time curled up in a ball laughing that I'm sure I missed some really important plot stuff somewhere. But come on, that Goyo character had the most ridiculous walk since Torgo in Manos - The Hands of Fate (that reference'll separate the film fans from the part-timers), and the scene where he slooooowly walks the length of the house to answer the phone (and back again, because it's obviously for his master) is my personal highlight of the night, hands down.
This movie did raise some questions, though. Why do Mexican's have so many problems applying the handbrake when they park cars? Why are Mexican's so bad at mass dubbing scenes? And why don't Mexican film studios spend more money on their fake grass? Mysterious, I think, that'll never be solved...
"Well, Dr Crayman went out of his mind..."
Rawshark Maybe it was because Bloody Apes was the fourth film of tonight. Maybe it was because of the amount of alcohol consumed by this point, or maybe it was because of the great company at Zombie Club (my shout goes out to guests Steve and Mario here and their great comments throughout the night), but I really enjoyed this 1968 Mexican wrestling movie, with ‘real’ (“looks more like a pig to me” – Mario) heart operations.
Night of the Bloody Apes was made in 1968 as an obvious homage to the classic monster movies, taking a very strong cue from Beaudine’s 1943 The Ape Man in particular. Bung in some ‘unnecessary to the plot’ Mexican wrestling, some over-the-top cut-price gore and frequent (albeit cautious) nudity and you’re left with one extremely enjoyable film. As Jim has mentioned the assistant Goyo’s slow limping walk is a highlight (“He’s even got a hump! A limp and a hump!” – Jim), but there are also many other pleasures to watch out for. The heart operation inserts are obviously stock footage as there are more hands in the close-up heart-op shots than there are around the operating table, and if you watch closely when the Bloody Ape kills a woman in the park, you can see patches of the fake grass move to reveal the studio floor beneath. Funny when sober, damn right hilarious after two bottles of wine whilst sitting in the company of other ‘b’ movie fans.
Add to this the great (not-very-realistic) gore that includes head-squashing, skin-peeling neck-ripping and mutant eye-gouging, plus a fantastic cameo from an old lady who finds a dead body and screams “Oh a dead man, a dead man, a dead man, a dead man! There’s a man, and he’s dead!”, and you’re left with a great little Mexican wrestling movie, made with a lot of (gorilla) heart. One of better original video nasties.
“Help me drag the cadaver of the Gorilla over to the incinerator.”
Zomblee Yes, yes, this is gorilla filmmaking, alright.
Jim was in full flight during Night of the Bloody Apes and I have to say, the laughter was 100% infectious. “I want to rewind every bit of this film” was the general flavour of the screening, much to Mario’s disgust, while Steve was drifting in and out of consciousness beside him. At one point, it must’ve appeared as if the film might never actually end unless someone took the remote control (or just that ‘rewind’ button) away from Jim.
This is a monster movie about a guy who’s been given an ape’s heart in a transplant, he then goes ape, and his Doctor dad then wants to “revert the process” with the heart of a female wrestler. Go figure. At least the great many female wrestling scenes (which really were quite full-on with some very painful looking moves) had some degree of relevance. Not much, though.
Some of this Mexican romp is “fucking gross”, as Jim so eloquently put it. The particularly nasty eye gouging which Rawshark has mentioned - once the eye is out of the socket, there’s an abundance of some kind of horrid paste behind it. Trust me, this is not pleasant. It reminded me of the stuff that comes out of Klytus’ eyes and mouth when he’s thrown on Brian Blessed’s spiky floor in Flash Gordon. "Gordon's alive?"
The monster (who looks like Charlie Bronson on steroids) is really crap but this little flick has so much else going for it that it really is worth seeing once. For example, you may want to notice how Dr Crayman looks just like George Kennedy when he’s operating on his son. You might like to see the funny-looking ape at the zoo who “looks like he’s eaten a plate”. You might enjoy seeing a man say “I already did, sir”, to his boss, then do something completely irrelevant like pointing towards the camera. You might love to see that amazing fake grass that moves around when characters fight on top of it. Heck, you might even get some pleasure from hearing a certain Dr Lomez say the word “somnambulism” faster than anyone has ever done. And don’t even get me started on the handbrakes. Or Goyo.
“This one’s been murdered. Ripped to pieces.”
Director Rene Cardona
Cast Armando Silvestre
José Elías Moreno
Carlos López Moctezuma
Agustín Martínez Solares
Runtime 83 mins
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So that was that, Night of the Night of Movies Night was over, and there wasn’t a dry eye left in the house. It’s always a shame when Zombie Club draws to a close as it’s like saying goodbye to an old friend, and that feeling is certainly amplified when you go for titanic quadruple bills like this one. But, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and it was with great sadness that we cleared the ash trays, took the empty glasses out, and hit the sack.
It had been a top evening though, and one that we wouldn’t be forgetting in a hurry. With so many gags, and so little space to write about them on this page, some always slip through your fingers, but that’s always the dilemma when it comes to these write-ups. I mean, do you want to hear about Rawshark perfecting his Professor Nugent impression between movies? “Did I mention they were all horribly mutilated?” What about Mario’s insistence that, with a chin like that, the bloke who played the yeti would make a good Batman? Or how Steve and I bickered through Demon about who was jabbering on the most? What about Steve getting shouted down for completely missing the ‘DMK’ sub-plot in Comet? And what did Rawshark really mean in Ape when he said, “Mmmm, Cream teas…” I guess we'll never know.
Anyway, tune in next time when, for once, we’re actually going to watch two zombie movies at Zombie Club. No, really…
31st Jan 05 Peter Cushing appears to have modestly declined from participating in any of this kung fu nonsense although there is a charming battle later on when he gets a little carried away with a big flaming branch...