A group of friends break into the house of a wealthy blind man, thinking they’ll get away with the perfect heist. They’re wrong.
Committing the perfect crime is only possible if you have what it takes to endure the nightmare of guilt, remorse, and the occasional haunting.
In the spirit of Don’t Breathe, check out Book of Horrors – More Plastic Wrap a horror short where a broke freeloading thirty something year old plots thought that his mom’s “accidental” death would be easy to cover up.
Also check out Uxoricide by Bob McNeil a horror short that parallels the O.J. Simpson murder situation and illustrates how even egomaniacs aren’t immune to haunting remorse.
Just watched Suicide Squad and I must say the critics are full of shit hating on this movie like it’s a steaming pile of dog shit. Is it perfect? NO! But, neither is any other Marvel movie. But that’s just it, right? Critics often compare DC to Marvel as if they’re the same and should follow the same pattern, but they’re different.
For the sake of comparison though, Suicide Squad suffers from some editing problems. Dialog in certain scenes are repeates verbatim from one scene to the next along with behaviors that seem to contradict prior scenes. For example, Harly Quinn checks her neck for the restraining charge when Red Flag let’s the fugitives go, but the Joker had already set her free. WTF?
However, there are two areas that DC delivers where Marvel fails. One, the inclusion of military and police forces. By involving pentegon briefings and political influence it creates a sense of grounding realism. How would our world react to the arrival of Superman, to the destruction, and then his death?
Second, dark and gritty tones. Marvel movies are bright and kid friendly other than Deadpool, but that was and still is an exception.
Suicide squad was deliver on the dark tones that portray the story in a more serious light. Ant Man was fun but seemed like a joke. Captian America was fun, but we knew that America would prevail, and Iron Man was fun but a load of bullshit. A rich billionaire designing super tech armor? Please, they would much rather spend time designing cutting edge MP3 players.
Suicide Squad suffers from some editing flaws and too much slow motion, but overall the movie is enjoyable and fun. Fuck the critics!
A new Resident Evil movie, really? Am I tho only one here that thinks this is a bad joke gone on way too long? I bet other horror sites and what have you will say some positive thing about this new chapter in a tired series, but I’m not some tool that will save face. I’ll call a movie, book, novel, short story out for being utter crap.
Resident Evil: The Final Chapter plot is as follows:
Picking up immediately after the events in Resident Evil: Retribution, humanity is on its last legs in Washington D.C. As the only survivor of what was meant to be humanity’s final stand against the undead hordes, Alice must return to where the nightmare began – Raccoon City, where the Umbrella Corporation is gathering its forces for a final strike against the only remaining survivors of the apocalypse.
In what world does a corporation profit from KILLING OFF the ONLY survivors of a zombie apocalypse? Last time I checked zombies aren’t buying stuff. This isn’t Warm Bodies or Return of the Living Dead where certain and fun liberties are taken with zombies. No, this is bland as hell cookie cutter Resident Evil zombies with some crazy weaponized hybrids thrown in. Corporations, even the most sinister, realize they need people in order to make money, specifically people with money.
But, of course, Umbrella is an evil corporation that wants to kill off humanity for some trivia reason.
In a race against time Alice will join forces with old friends, and an unlikely ally, in an action packed battle with undead hordes and new mutant monsters. Between regaining her superhuman abilities at Wesker’s hand and Umbrella’s impending attack, this will be Alice’s most difficult adventure as she fights to save humanity, which is on the brink of oblivion.
New mutant monsters and super human abilities? What the hell, man? Am I the only one that thinks Resident Evil has totally lost the plot? They most certainly lost the charm that made the ORIGINAL first batch of video games WORK: survival horror! There is nothing horror about Resident Evil other than its existence.
Which brings me to the question: Do people really care about Resident Evil: The Final Chapter?
If you want to read good zombie horror that delivers on the element of dread and horror that Resident Evil blatantly lacks, then check out Lockdown by Shawn M. Riddle
Hold on here? Is this Demon Seed or Demon Rage, and why is there another poster titled Dark Eyes? Why does IMDB refer to this movie as Satan’s Mistress? WTF is going on here?
This horrible hour and a half is sloppy, poorly edited, haphazardly cropped together mess about a MILF that desperately yearns for some dick. No, I’m not talking about the latest video from BangBus or what have you, but I understand the confusion. Not even a minute in and we are presented with a nip slip. I’m not complaining, mind you. Britt Ekland is a busty ex-bond girl that starred in The Man With The Golden Gun, and she’s not shy about showing off her assets.
I don’t even know what the fuck a Slithis is, but I know that I don’t want to sit through this shit fest sober. However, you can make that happen. Help Deadman’s Tome reach the simple goal of $10, and I’ll sit through and comment on Spawn of the Slithis WITHOUT any alcohol or other mind altering goodies.
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Mr. Deadman speaks with Clive Carpenter and Cain Miller about their stories, horror movies, inspiration, writing styles, and the cold feeling of rejection.
Clive Carpenter is the author of Confession, a dark and demented tale of a world’s cruelest mother ever.
Cain Miller is the author of Blithe Town, a horror short that serves as a reminder as to why you shouldn’t even dare drive through certain towns.
The live stream had many technical issues, but we were able to power through. I live in Houston and the heavens have unleashed gallons upon gallons of rain on us, which may explain how my already bad connection got worse.
