The year is 2002. GeoCities websites are playing midi versions of anime themes. Sparkly gif-dolls in bell-bottom jeans are adorning Neopets pages. Teenagers are uploading their bishies to Elfwood. And Hinph Gaming is hard at work on a video game where the final boss is Jesus.
The topic for my latest WWAC article is The Last Resurrection, almost certainly the most sacrilegious Zelda clone to ever be released onto Windows. I also take a look at the game’s official novelisation (which is longer than To Kill a Mockingbird) and discuss the phenomenon of fluffbunny Wicca. It’s a long post, but I figured that – as likely the only person who will ever write an article about this obscurity – I may as well go all out.
Funny story: while I was working on the post, I had a dream that I changed the title to “Jesus Christ Supervillain”. Upon waking, I thought “hey, that’s actually a pretty good pun my subconscious mind came up with” and considered using it for the article. After my shower, I realised that the pun wasn’t really that good, and so left the title alone.
A few weeks ago, Chelsea Cain’s Mockingbird was the comic everyone was talking about. Largely for reasons unrelated to the comic itself, alas. So, I decided to cover the first trade at WWAC and see what all the fuss was about…
The sixth issue of the all-woman horror magazine Belladonna is out now on Magzter and Magcloud! We of the Horror Honeys crew put our hearts and souls into it. I think some of us might have contributed a few other parts of our anatomies, too.
This month’s attractions include an interview with gamer/model/metalhead (and cover girl) Jessica Blum; LinnieSarah’s analysis of the Basic Instinct films (“When Erotic thrillers Go Stupid”); Katie’s look back at They Live and Westworld; plus all of the latest reviews, sex tips and horoscopes that you could ask for from a magazine of this stripe. My own contributions are reviews of the graphic novels She-Wolf and Starblood.
So check it out…
I’ve long been intrigued by Christine Campbell Thomson’s Not at Night series, a set of horror anthologies that ran for eleven volumes from 1925 to 1936. More serious-minded horror writers from M. R. James to Ramsey Campbell have criticised Thomson’s taste in the genre – she made no bones about favouring the lurid over the literate – but even so, the series played a prominent role in a large slice of British horror history. Eventually my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to dive in and see for myself what stories Thomson had dished up for interwar audiences.
One problem with this plan: actually getting my hands on the things.
Continue reading “Reconstructing Not at Night“
Over October, I performed by annual ritual of watching one horror film every day of the month. Some were old favourites, others were DVDs I had lying around but hadn’t watched yet.
One of the films in the former category was A Nightmare on Elm Street. Now, I dig Elm Street, but the ending always annoyed me. Freddy Krueger, despite having been apparently destroyed by Nancy, suddenly takes control of her dream once more and drags all of the main characters to an unseen but presumably nasty fate.
Continue reading “How Do You End a Horror Film?”
I’m a sucker for unusual crisp flavours. I don’t mean the kind of tosh where they’ve slapped a flowery new name on an old flavour, like “Mature English Cheddar and Spring Onion” or “Ready Salted with the Tears of Nuns”. I mean when they take a risk and actually give us a new flavour. So when I found that Walkers had a set of six new varieties, I had to give them a try.
Even if the recurring theme was a little uninspiring: all six flavours are based around sandwiches.
Continue reading “Reviewing Sandwich-Flavoured Crisps”
Halloween is upon us, and it is time for the last of my seasonally-themed posts at Women Write About Comics.
I’ve already covered Varney the Vampire, the anti-Halloween tracts of Jack Chick, and Dracula’s Daughter (three times in all!) Now, to wrap things up, here’s a series of two novels that combine Cthulhu, Bram Stoker, Lizzie Borden and ghost stories into one irresistible package: Cherie Priest’s The Borden Dispatches.