Remembering King of the Zombies

It’s been awhile since I reviewed a zombie movie. I got a bit reminiscent when I saw King of the Zombies on TCM channel. I’ve seen this movie a number of times and couldn’t pass up another viewing. Here’s what it’s about:

“During World War 2, a small plane off the south coast of America is low on fuel and blown off course by a storm. Guided by a faint radio signal, they crashland on an island. The passenger, his manservant and the pilot take refuge in a mansion owned by a doctor. The easily-spooked manservant soon becomes convinced the mansion is haunted by zombies and ghosts. Exploring, the 3 find a voodoo ritual in the cellar, where the doctor is trying to acquire war intelligence by transferring personalities into his zombies. But the interruption causes the zombies to turn on their creator.”

I enjoyed it as much as every other time! By today’s standards, it’s cheesy horror. While I watched I wondered if people were at all afraid of the traditional voodoo zombies, although this movie is intended to mix horror and comedy.

Mantan Moreland should have gotten top billing. I loved him growing up in the Charlie Chan movies. He really is the star of King of the Zombies. In fact, if he were alive today, I think he’d be drawing viewers to the theater more than most other comedy star. He could just stand in place and pop out those eyes and I’d laugh my ass off.

Anyway, back to the movie review and stereotypes. What you have to love most about this movie is that it’s not typical for the time. While there were blatant stereotypes for African Americans back then, Mantan Moreland greatly tops the white stars in brain power. We can watch old movies today, knowing that blacks were portrayed as they were, although not to excuse it, and still enjoy the movies. Well, at least I hope we can because we humans need constant reminders of past stupidities or we repeat history over and over again.

Growing up, I watched countless old horror movies and I hope that young people continue to have an interest in watching them. After all, they are easier than every to access via the Internet. King of the Zombies is one that should never be lost in the archives. Watch this one!

My Rating: 4.5 out of 5

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TV Review: The Walking Dead Season 7 Premier

walkingdeadseason-7-premiereThis week was the season 7 premier of The Walking Dead, so I thought it fitting to tell you my thoughts. I won’t bother to tell you what the show is about and just jump in this time.


It fell a little short for me. While I watched I was sick to my stomach, a thing that typically happens when I watch one of the more disturbing episodes. Unfortunately that feeling wore off quickly. A nicely disturbing episode usually keeps me up at night or provokes nightmares. It also sticks with me for at least a day. Instead I spent Monday wondering what went wrong, and why I came down so quickly from my sickening high.

First of all, I felt it was too easy to figure out who would die. Both men were my top 2 choices and wham, bang, Abraham and Glenn both got their brains bashed in. It didn’t even surprise me that 2 instead of 1 got whacked. The fact that they spent so much time on Abraham at the end of last season and put him in a transition was the first giveaway. The other giveaway was Abraham sticking out his chest and making eye contact with Negan. For Glenn, I think it was one of the writers who said he would be back in some capacity after we first thought he was dead. After that I knew his return would be short lived.

Second, the flashing back and forth in time was distracting and took away from the excitement of the moment. Rick’s performance was in as much of a cloud as the smokey background, which didn’t work for me.

And finally, Negan didn’t go far enough. He wasn’t nearly as brutal as I expected in the season opener. I wanted more of a shocking and manipulative discussion between he and Rick. After all, Negan does like to talk as much as swing that bat. I think he should have forced Rick to take off Carl’s hand. Actually, when I saw the preview, and Negan dragged Rick into the RV, I was sure he’d take of Rick’s hand. That’s what I would have done. Cripple your enemies. So in the end, I felt Negan is really weak.

In the end, Maggie stood out most. They’ve been strengthening her character, and I can’t wait to see where they take her next. And there’s always next week in The Kingdom with Carol and Morgan.

My Rating: 2.5 out of 5 Bloody Brains

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Prehistoric Teeth in Warrant for Damnation

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My run jerks me to a stop beyond my control. My neck lashes forward and my gut retches, a thing that usually happens at the end of one of my cross country sprints. After the last bit of vomit splatters on the pavement, I struggle to catch my breath and burp up the taste of copper. While my wound remains crusted over, my ribs burn like a mother. I should have stayed back at the boarding house, at least until I fully recovered from being impaled by the coat rack a few minutes ago.

The sun starts to rise beyond the I-25 overpass up ahead. On my left, a twenty-four-hour gas station, and on my right, a closed burger joint. This is the Walsenberg exit, and from what I remember, it’s ten minutes by vehicle from where my run began. I’m not sure why I stopped here, but I need to get out of sight. Soon the daylight will make it harder to hide from Hell’s bounty hunters.

My stomach gurgles from internal bleeding or hunger. I walk toward the gas station for something to eat to rule out one of the possibilities, and to recuperate before I attempt another run to Trinidad to rescue my friend Nina. I hang my head knowing it’s my fault she’s with my demon ex-boss, Margery, and that my pain is nothing compared to what she must be going through.

Minutes later, I exit the convenience store sipping on a Monster and holding a small box of Froot Loops. Four guys around the right side of the building stand huddled together, their voices muffled. I swallow hard and do a double take. They’re all wearing red hoodies, the brand color for the courier company Margery manages for Satan.

Then I smell smoke. Cigarette smoke.

I whip around.

Margery emerges from between the red hooded men. “Hi, Honey.” She winks an eye smeared with black liner and turns a grin up one side of her puckered mouth. Real flames mix with her orange and red streaked hair, telling she’s in a bad mood.

I drop the cereal and aluminum can and turn to run, but it’s like my shoelaces are tied together. I trip and fall flat on my face and chest. All the air in my lungs escapes with a grunt. My heart races while doing a pushup, but my legs are stiff. I can only manage to twist my torso around and flip into a seated position. A stream of black smoke has wrapped around my lower body. Like a snake, it slithers upward, pins my arms to my sides, then wraps around my neck.

Margery’s all too familiar paralysis spell taught me to be careful around her a few days ago. I can’t believe I’ve fallen under it again. All I can do is whimper and brace myself while the inside of my mouth fuses together, muzzling my speech.

The four men move in and stare down at me like I’m roadkill. One of them gets extra curious, leans close to my face and says, “He doesn’t look so dangerous.”

My nostrils flare. Holy crap, what are they? His shriveled skin and sunken cheeks make him look as if he belongs at an Egyptian mummy exhibit. And his receding lips expose cone-shaped teeth like those of a tiger fish.

Margery’s long bulbous fingers reach in with hulk-like strength and forcefully sweep the men out of her way. “Back up, you idiots.” As usual, a cigarette hangs from her lip while she talks. “Barry, you stupid boy, did you really think you could get away from Old Margery?”

My eyes shift side to side and raspy breaths match the pace of my heartbeat. Why did I sign that contract to become a courier for her three days ago? Stupid. Stupid, stupid, I repeat in my head. I swear, I’m meant to live a miserable life, and here I am living it.

Margery holds her hands up and slowly brings her palms together. My knees bend upward in response to her control over me until my thighs meet my chest. I lose my balance and fall to one side in a fetal position, as helpless as a baby.

“Go get the van.” Margery shoves one of the mummy men. “We’ve got to get him back to the warehouse before bounty hunters show up.”

I groan, “Hmm?” Lingering smoke burns my nostrils and the back of my throat. Margery works for Satan. Why is she worried about bounty hunters showing up? What are these freaky-looking mummy men if not bounty hunters?

Three mummy men close in, their scurrying feet grind rocks into the pavement. They grasp at my clothes, and lift. Not being able to stop them, my eyes frantically circle in their sockets and sweat builds in my pores.

I take deep breaths and try to convince myself that this could be a blessing in disguise. The best place to look for Nina is the warehouse. What does it matter how I get there? Once Margery removes the spell, I’ll figure a way to escape with Nina.

I sigh, not at all convinced by my attempt at positive thinking.

In the background, a racing engine approaches. My eyes shift left. It’s Pete’s Hummer. Now I know what Candy meant when she said she didn’t want to help me learn the hard way. Pete let me leave the boarding house because he had intended to come after me all along.

The hooded men shuffle in different directions, tugging at my clothes until they lose their grip and drop me on my back. Sharp pain travels up and down my spine, and a high pitched cry escapes my nose.

“Get him back up,” one of the mummy men says. They try to regroup, but the idiots can only get me a few inches off the ground before they drop me again.

“Margery, help,” another calls out.

They all pause and look around before a third says, “Oh crap, she’s gone.”

The four doors on the Hummer slam shut in succession. A rush of my rescuers footsteps closes in on our location. Pete carries a baseball bat with nails spiked out of the end. Candy’s at his side holding a machete. Two other unfamiliar men follow, each carrying hand axes. Everyone’s weapons of choice take into consideration that decapitation or total skull mutilation is the most popular method to kill those of us who work for Satan.

Lying on my side, looking up at my captors at odd angles, they hold their position at first, but it seems more out of frozen fear. One of the shriveled men hisses and backs away out of my peripheral vision. The others follow his lead.

Candy brandishes her machete and lumbers in closer with a sort of grace. “That’s right, assholes. Back off or you’ll get a mouth full of my little friend.”

The two men catch up and the short, bald black man says, “They’re not bounty hunters.”

“No, Archie, they’re not.” Pete stares down at me. He holds his bat like he’s ready to hit a homer with one of the mummy’s heads.

I have to wonder why Pete is so invested in saving a guy like me who gets in trouble every time I turn around.

Archie steps sideways and closer to the other guy. “Any idea what they are, Ziggy?”
Ziggy stands silent, waving his hand axe.

I take in a deep breath then force through my nose, “Margery,” mixed with a primal scream. The volume barely reaches a two on a TV scale, and sounds more like an unsteady hum.

“Look at the teeth.” Candy hold up her machete, shuffles in closer, and nudges me with her lime green Crocs, still stained with my blood. “You alive?”

All I can do is blink and hum to show life.

She laughs then says, “Looks like Margery got you with one of her cigarettes.”

“Guess that answers who they work for.” Archie points into the distance. “Well that and the OTG Courier van pulling out of the parking lot.”

“Barry’s ours,” one of the mummy men says. Hissing from the mummy men grows louder in the background.

“Kissamyass.” Bad ass Candy thrusts her machete forward and takes off out of my line of sight.
“Candy, careful,” Pete chases after her. The other two men follow.

With each thump and thud, my nerves are on end, like a million spiders crawling on every inch of my skin.

Candy screams, “He’s biting me! He’s biting me!” She turns in circles back into view, waving the machete, and with a mummy man on her back.

Ziggy grabs the thing by the hoodie and pulls. In an instant, the mummy man turns and jumps from Candy to Ziggy’s throat and chews through the man’s neck like a piranha. Ziggy’s head rolls off his shoulder and his body falls backward with the mummy on top of his chest.

The mummy springs to his feet and stands hunched over, blood dripping from his mouth, his finger scanning the area for another victim.

Candy sneaks up on him and slashes her machete across his neck. The dry skin crackles like breaking a loaf of crusty bread. His head flies up into the air and lands inches from my nose. My eyes pop, staring face to face with prehistoric teeth and black sludge oozing from his neck.

A foot shoves my shins. I roll across the pavement a half dozen feet, flashes of the battle and the sky make me dizzy. Snot flies out of my nose while I gasp for air.

Pete yells, “Watch your back!”

Unable to see what’s going on, I hope that each bump and thud counts against the mummies.

“Two down, one to go, and he’s mine,” Candy yells before letting out a high pitched, “Eeee…” Her lime green crocs glow as she approaches the mummy rolling me toward a set of thrash dumpsters.

“Don’t kill him,” Pete calls out. “We need him.”

“Kissamyass!” The mummy’s body falls away from me in five pieces. Candy grabs his hoodie and pulls the head and torso across the pavement.

The mummy chomps at the air with his pointy teeth to show off his last defense. Candy takes off her Croc and shoves it in his mouth. His teeth stick to it and lock his jaw in place.
She turns and points at me. “You’re buying me new Crocs.”

Thanks to Candy, I’m able to let out a sigh of relief. I groan from aching bones and muscles, although I doubt I’ll get any sympathy from those who actually fought the battle.

“Good job, crew,” Pete calls out. “Candy, get Ziggy and Stumpy into the back of the Hummer. Barry goes in the back seat.”

“You got it, Boss.” The woman has amazing strength, and in no time she hauls the limbless mummy over her shoulder and off to Pete’s ride.

Archie stands over his headless friend, his voice cracks, “I can’t believe he’s gone.” Then he rushes me with the hand axe and a clenched fist, growling louder with each step. “He was my best friend. You killed my best friend, you son of a bitch.”

Pete holds Archie back. “You wait for a fair fight.”

Archie drops his axe near my head to deliver a final message. As in this battle may be over, but Archie’s beef with me has just begun.

“Enough!” Pete calls out. He digs cash out of his pocket and holds it out. “Go buy some lottery tickets and cool off. Then put the freaks’ body parts in the dumpster and walk back to the boarding house. I don’t want to see your face for at least an hour.”

Archie takes the cash and disappears into the convenience store.

Candy rolls me toward the Hummer. Shards of gravel poke at my body. Ouch, ouch, ouch plays over and over in my head.

Pete says, “Time to get Stumpy back to the boarding house and see what he knows.”

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Movie Review: The Coed and the Zombie Stoner

CoedZombieMore zombie movies this week with The Coed and the Zombie Stoner. Here’s what it’s about:

“When a nerdy sorority girl falls in love with a zombie, it’s only a matter of time before a zombie apocalypse is unleashed on campus. The sorority girl discovers that weed is the cure–now she must smoke out the entire school before it’s too late.”

I’m a little embarrassed to admit how much I enjoyed this movie. It’s silly and I even found myself laughing at parts.

With a movie like this I feel the need to voice my opinion about bad reviewers more than the movie itself. I get irritated when they poorly rate a movie that advertises exactly what you’ll get in both the title and the cover.

While I wouldn’t add The Coed and the Zombie Stoner to my best of list, I do suggest you watch it, especially if you’re a horney teenager. Lots of boobs.

My Rating: 3 out of 5 Bloody Brains

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I prefer movies rated below a 4 on IMDB.

Movie Review: I Survived a Zombie Holocaust

ISurvivedaZombieHolocaustBack on zombies this week with I Survived a Zombie Holocaust. Here’s what it’s about:

“A young runner, on a Zombie film set, has the first day from hell when real Zombies overrun the set.”

They could have come up with a better title for this one. The current title has nothing to do with the plot.

Anyway, I didn’t hate this movie. It’s very slow to start, and the kind of zombie movie you can watch and clean the living room at the same time and not miss anything. That also means I checked my email while watching, which sadly has become a gauge for my reviews.

This movie could have been much much better. There were some likable characters in both a good and bad way. And the acting was better than in most zombie movies.

What else was I hoping for? More, better comedy. Most of the scenes that made me laugh were at the very end of the movie. Don’t make me wait so long for the best scenes!

Sadly, I can only give this one a middle of the road review.

My Rating: 2.5 out of 5 Bloody Brains

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I prefer movies rated below a 4 on IMDB.

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