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Dirty Horror Memory Lane: Angus Scrimm Promo For Fangoria Magazine

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Back in the days, Fangoria Magazine was my version of Playboy.  No boobs, but lots of blood and guts.  So imagine my pleasant surprise when I was perusing through the Youtube world and found this rare promotional video for Fangoria done by none other than Mr. Phantasm himself, Angus Scrimm!  So enjoy the nostalgia below and watch as Angus tries to persuade you to subscribe to the magazine or else suffer the fate of the dreaded silver ball!

Sunday Bloody Sunday: Drill Scene From ‘City Of The Living Dead’

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Remember back when there were no Youtube clips?  I know, it’s hard to do, but give a little effort and try.  Magazines such as Fangoria and the short-lived Gorezone, used to fill my gore cravings with sick pics of all of the upcoming horror movies.  And because you couldn’t see trailers online and because there really wasn’t even a thing called “online”, you had to plot your anticipation factor based off of things called pictures.  Which is why I’m going to pay homage to those simpler times every Sunday in a feature that I’m calling, Sunday Bloody Sunday!  First up – the drill scene from Lucio Fulci’s, City Of The Living Dead (aka The Gates Of Hell).  Worth the price of admission folks, so if these pics pique your interest, seek thy film out!

*relax, you’re in good hands….i’ve done three head drillings before*

*his “O” face*

And So It Begins……Or Began……Or Continues……Whatever

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I was sitting here thinking about how I got introduced to the world of horror and it finally came to me…..my Dad woke me up one day and scared the shit out of me with a Gene Simmons Kiss mask on when I was 5 years old – no wait, I’m thinking of Happy Gilmore’s grandma from that movie – although my Dad would end up creeping me out later in life with a cheaply made Santa Clause beard and mask that still haunts me to this day.

*photo not completely accurate*

But no, my first real introduction to horror was watching Night Of The Living Dead on my Grandma’s rabbit-eared TV in her kitchen after eating some chicken and polenta.  It frightened me, to the point where I constantly looked out of my front window across the street of my house to the cornfield to see if any zombies were coming to eat me or some bugs off of our trees (sidenote: that cornfield has now been turned into a lovely row of houses).  And from that point on, I was fully immersed into the world of horror.    Continue reading →