The B-Movie Buffet is on vacation*!

(*Mentally at least.)

We will return to our regularly scheduled schedule of regular weekly updates the first week of January.

Hope you all have a festive holiday season!
xoxo,
bunny

Slasher flicks a-go-go; new this week at the buffet...

This week Bunny grabs her sleeping bag and heads for the Smut Shack to spend the night with Camp Cuddly Pines Powertool Massacre.

While The Kommandant returns to The Decade That Dripped Blood for a confusing slice of slasher film, Happy Birthday To Me.

By the way, in case you were wondering why it's been so long between additions to the Smut Shack menu, it was due to the sad-but-true fact I totally forgot I even started a porn review column on the site. (Sad, but true.)

I blame this on the fact that, although I used to contribute adult movie reviews to a few different on-line publications that no longer exist, these days I only review porn for c14. And thus I only think about reviewing porn about twice a year. I was doing some year-end maintenance on the site the other day though, saw the Smut Shack folder and realized it was time I added something to it.

I also found a pile of currently unreviewed VividAlt and Burning Angel DVDs in my office so hopefully I'll remember to update this section more often in the future. (And, depending on how you feel about the porn column, this will either be a good or a bad thing.)

While we're on the subject of side notes, although most of the stuff we review comes to us via the mail, or those seemingly bottomless boxes of VHS tapes the husband has stashed in the basement, today's Decade That Dripped Blood entry comes to us by way of us stumbling across this film on On Demand in the wee hours of this past Saturday night.

I'd never actually seen the movie before but definitely remember being kind of freaked out by the promotional campaign when it originally came out - particularly the shish-kebob scenario as depicted in the movie poster above. (Also courtesy the personal collection of the Kommandant.) To put things into perspective and age myself at the same time though, I was ten years old when it was in theaters.

Anywhoo, now that I'm an adult and have seen all sorts of unpleasantries I figured it was safe to give it a whirl; and, I must say, the kebob-ing looked a lot nastier in the poster than in the film. And in retrospect, even the poster is pretty tame.

For those of you in the audience who also pay Comcast to put TV into their house there is another, seasonally appropriate, slasher flick available this month - New Year's Evil, featuring the woman who played Pinky Tuscadero on Happy Days. (That one was pretty horrible though so watch at your own risk.)

Murderers, monsters and murderous monsters; new this week at the buffet...

This week Giallo Biafra takes a seat in his Trattoria Of Terror for a taste of Lucio Fulci's A Lizard In A Woman's Skin.

Stately Wayne Manor embarks on a voyage to The Angry Red Planet in the latest installment of Manor On Movies.

And Bunny sets the wayback machine for the sexadelic seventies and Paul Naschy's Horror Rises From The Tomb.

Enjoy!

A fistful of Fulci; new this week at the buffet...

In the most recent print version of the BMB, as seen in the most recent issue of c14, I made kind of a flippant remark about the collected works of Lucio Fulci. Which I probably shouldn't have done but, you know, things happen when you're on deadline.

My larger point was that I don't like really gross Italian zombie films, of which Fulci made many; including at least one with the word zombie in the title. Anywhoo, I should have known this would lead to us getting one or more non-gross non-zombie films he directed for review - and, in fact, we got two.

With that in mind, I present this week's menu options.

First join the Kommandant and be not entirely seduced by his sacrilegious sex comedy The Eroticist.

Then join me and consult Fulci's atmospheric thriller The Psychic.