19810101 Night of Horror: One of the worst horror movies you will ever see. So, drink heavily, start up The Riffing Machine & Enjoy. (A Fiesta 1): Thoughts Below.
19810127 The Bunker: TV Miniseries Starring Anthony Hopkins as Hitler in The Last Days of WW2.
Commercials, Blondie & Stars on 45, Trailers and A Junky Short. Press Play All & Enjoy The Full Fiesta 13 for January 1981.
![Scanners (1981) ORIGINAL TRAILER [HD 1080p]](https://i0.wp.com/i.ytimg.com/vi/UveLSA7Hoj8/0.jpg?resize=420%2C295&ssl=1)
19810123 Burial Ground: The Nights of Terror (Midnight Pulp)
(A Fiesta 7)
Early in the day, before the sleep meds wear off and the dumb brain kicks in, in the twilight of the mind, we’all fantasize about a zombie apocalypse. The slow bobbing of rotted heads in the sunrise over rolling, foggy fields. The undercurrent of distant groans and moans, the receding noise in your subconscious soundtrack. A pungent, vague smell. And we’all feel slightly hopeful. The prospect of the first day of a zombie apocalypse is thrilling in the promise of chaos, anarchy and a complete societal do-over. Plus, if we’all fail, well, we’re zombies. No more responsibility. No thought, just painful hunger. The most basic freedom, thought controlled only by emotion. Such a complete prison of the mind that we’all are tricked into illusion of free will.
Saw a Screen or talked with an Etherial of a guy, but this guy was famous for a two full days when he transformed into a zombie for a whole week. He glanded-up with paralytics, conscious-erasers, nerve-deadeners, brain/thought blocks and intense human meat cravings. The guy, more Worth than brains, wanted to know if true hunger would lead him to cannibalism. He wanted the hunger to consume someone else. To know true hunger in this world of excess.
So, The guy bought an off-the-rack Ident Sentient of himself to eat. He barricaded himself into his backyard with the sentient. Eye cameras and a low per-second stream meant bored people on a Tuesday had a diversion. The usual metric for a day’s fame. And the Bored Index was running high.
Well, he misjudged the paralytics and over injected himself. This turned the standard slow zombie paralytic into a zombie that moved 1,000 times slower than normal. The guy moved as fast as moss.
The Live Screen, for a full week, POV’ed this zombie guy’s walk of about 20 feet. “Buddy,” what the guy named his zombie self, never made it to his Ident Sentient for a snack. In fact, after a day or so, the sentient knocked Buddy to the ground and licked meat juice off Buddy’s arms. The juice was to enhance the meat frenzy, but ended up feeding the sentient. That and parts of The Zombie Guy’s ankle.
After The Rom-Zom-Com, the guy did describe the experience as “A Never-Ending Nightmare of Hunger so Strong that was indistinguishable from Every-Nerve-on-Fire Pain.” The guy lost 25 pounds in a week, setting off a new Zombie Diet Craze (“So Hungry to Lose Weight”). The guy could only digest raw meat after the experience and has slowly been carving his Ident Sentient like a gyro slab to stay alive. However, the guy says he only feels like a cannibal, not a zombie or vampire. Where’s the meaningful ache? He often would complain.
“A common cannibal,” the guy said, marinating a thigh on a spit.
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Burial Ground is a competent, but average Italian Maggot-on-The Face Zombie movie. They’re trapped in a house, blah, blah, blah.
The absolute creepiest aspect of the movie is the 25-year-old man playing a 10-year-old boy with mother issues. So, weird. Of course, a real ten-year-old can’t bite his mother’s nipple off, so they hired an adult. To bite his mother’s nipple off. Oedipal Creepy.
An Average Italian Zombie movie is still, generally, a good example of the zombie genre and a completist movie for Italian Zombie Movie Lovers.
Really about two days of terror.
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19810101 Night of Horror (YouTube)
(A Fiesta 1)
(WARNING! THIS MOVIE IS NOT GOOD!)
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{A Shithole bar somewhere in the rural south on a Friday Night}
“Hey, you’re always talkin’ about making a movie. What ya waiting for?”
“Uh, I don’t kn..”
“You spent a ton on that camera. Well, I did, for Christmas. And you don’t need a sound kit. Look, I’ll give you a crate of Keystone Blayne Light Beer if you can get a movie made by Monday”
“What?”
“This Monday…Writing, casting, shooting, editing, everything. Finished product by Monday. Crate of Keystone Blayne Light Beer. Yours.”
“Um, OK. What kind of movie?”
“Dark, night, um, horror. You can cheap out on special effects in pitch black. Glow eyes are easy.”
“Oh, I got all this b-roll of the Confederacy Re-enactment that Uncle Ted made me do. That could be something. Ghosts or something.”
“Also, lots of vacation footage!”
“Road Trip Picture!”
“I can grab some of the people from the vacation to the re-enactment. They like beer.”
“so, Three-fourths of the movie done. But how do we have plot, exposition and other stuff movies have? No sound.”
“I got a stick and a lav mic. We could do sound, but only indoors.”
“Block out Sunday morning for ADR and editing. Let’s Do This! Sober!”
“Drunk!”
“Drunk!”
By Sunday afternoon at 2:30p, Night of Horror was broadcast from the original VHS master in the director’s living room. The director and crew declared Night of Horror “A Success” and “Finished!”
The beer was gone by 4pm.
But Ya know what. They did make a movie.
Have you?
Terrifying Confederate Zombie in Pitch Black Setting
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