Nail Gun Massacre gets a ton of mileage out of its titular weapon and every kill is a triumph in low-budget filmmaking. If all you have is a nail gun, a motorcycle helmet, a bottle of fake blood, and people willing to take off their clothes, then I guarantee that you will have yourself a good time and a great horror movie. Nail Gun Massacre (Bill Leslie and Terry Lofton, 1985) The Video Dead is a genuine joy to experience from start to finish. Somehow this movie feels wholesome, even with the epic chainsaw battle, and that’s because of the doe-eyed actors, roly poly side characters, and the zombies that just want to get back to their normal lives. The Video Dead is a film where you revel in its practical effects the zombie make-up is triumphant and the dry ice is plentiful. Now Jeff and Zoe must stop the zombies and end the killings, but first Joe needs to quit smoking weed and Zoe needs to reason with the undead and make them feel at home. They even throw someone in a washing machine and set it to the spin cycle.
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Soon zombies climb out of the TV and strangle, gouge, and tear victims apart. (JZ)Ī TV meant to be delivered to the Institute of Paranormal Research finds its way into a suburban home. You haven’t lived until you’ve watched the three-minute scene of someone driving down a road in Violent Shit.
But all of the dick-ripping and vagina-stabbing somehow feels quaint because of the sheer outrageousness of the mayhem. Combining the ecstatic spirit of Peter Jackson’s Bad Taste with a WWF wrestling match from hell, this is a SOV burlesque of a snuff film that follows Karl The Butcher Shitter as he roams around and obliterates random people. Violent Shit is the greatest title for a movie in motion picture history. It’s not cranberry sauce, but it is Garbage Day! Please enjoy. They will thrill, amuse, disgust, and terrify you, and they’ll give you a deep appreciation for aerobics, possessed cats, and killers in copper masks. The Bleeding Skull! team brings you our 50 favorite trash-horror films from the 1980s. The goopy homemade effects of Basket Case, Slime City, and Rock ‘n’ Roll Nightmare showed that you didn’t need a several million dollars to bring bloodthirsty beasties to life.
The DIY ethos and sincerity of films like Hallucinations, Slumber Party Massacre, and Tales from the Quadead Zone proved how much you could do with so little. The Eighties gave us some of the most iconic horror films to come out of studios, but it also gave us an endless treasure of amateur work that often eclipsed their big-budget brothers. It was a time when filmmakers picked up cameras to translate their coke-fueled visions to the screen, without irony, self-awareness, or even experience. This was the sleazy, frenetic era of 24-hour parties, teased hair, trashy lingerie, and false metal. The Eighties wouldn’t have happened without it.
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