Horror Headlines 2/20/08
Just so you don't have to read
toxic_avenger_the_musical_and.html" target="_blank">this whole interview with Lloyd Kauffman (the man can be exhausting, I speak from experience), here are the highlights. A "big producer" has put up the money for a "Toxic Avenger" musical (???), and the music has supposedly been written by David Bryan (of Bon Jovie fame). Also in the article, Kaufman mentions that he's had several offers to remake the original Toxie film, but nothing that has tickled his fancy so far. At this point, nothing sounds outlandish coming from Kaufman, but
personally I would like to see "Poultrygeist" before I even begin to fathom a "Toxic Avenger" musical. So, let's get that DVD finished, huh guys?
Check out the "Sweeney Todd" href="http://www.dreadcentral.com/node/26193" target="_blank">DVD specs. It's just the kind of treatment you would expect from one of the best horror films of the year, and an Oscar contender.
Just cause I'm feeling squirrelly today, check out
dreadcentral.com/node/26197" target="_blank">the trailer for "Summer Camp Massacre", and if you like it, visit href="http://www.campmotionpictures.com" target="_blank">the official site and show them some love.
Paleontologists have discovered a new species of giant armored toad, that lived during the time of dinosaurs. The bones are so scary that they've dubbed it "Beelzebufo", or Devil Toad. In related news, I've dubbed it, "scary as hell".
Wouldn't you know it, a guy who
html" target="_blank">had tiny breast implants placed in his calf (where he had a sexy lady tattoo) is having issues. Apparently his body began rejecting the tiny titties, and the wound eventually split, shooting the mini boob implants across the room. How are those Wheaties tasting now?
When you're on trial for murder, and your best case scenario is that you stumbled upon a dead girl, thought
she was just passed out, and and had sex with her corpse, it may be time to send your trial lawyer home... I don't think it's going to end well for either of you.
2005: Gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson blows his brains out with a shotgun in his Woody Creek, Colorado home. Family members are in the house when the gun goes off but mistake the sound for a falling book. Rolling Stone releases his final written words: "No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun—for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax—This won't hurt." If you don't know who Hunter S. Thompson is, do yourself a favor and Google him.