That's right...Allergic to Zombies is back. I know you valued readers missed me. All three of you. To start things off on this soon to be revamped site, I'd like to direct all of your attention to the Independent Film Festival of Boston which is currently in full swing at the Somerville, Coolidge and Brattle Theatres. I had the pleasure of watching and writing synopsis(es?) for some of this years genre films. Take a peek at the links below for some of their stranger, bloodier, and punchier programming as described by yours truely.


Blood Car

Big Man Japan (Dai Nipponjin)

Dreams With Sharp Teeth

Flashpoint

Welcome to the Terrordome

Saviours

Time Crimes

Triangle

We all get disgusted when the word remake is tossed around, even more so when the film to be remade is not only a classic, but the birth of an entire genre. There's been quite a bit of pissing and moaning going on throughout the production of this film. I understand the pessimism and anger being heaved at the notion of remaking Halloween, I really do. I also feel that the projection of this negativity toward director Rob Zombie was unavoidable. No matter who was attached to direct this latest Hollywood double dip, the fallout would have been the same. That being said, lets face it guys, we could have done a lot worse. They could have handed it to a James Wan (Saw) or an Eli Roth. Zombie has two decent original horror films under his belt, both of which feature characters that in their short time have become as cult-iconic as the B-list actors who portrayed them. He has demonstrated throughout his career as both a musician and a film maker that he has a truly profound respect and immense love for horror. So how could he pass on the chance to work with the original unstoppable monster of the slasher genre? He couldn't. Not as a writer, not as director, and certainly not as a fan, could he let the job go to anyone else. The question is, has Zombie's passion for the material produced a worthy, modern homage to Carpenter's classic? Or is this remake more akin to his lackluster 2003 cover of The Commodores' "Brick House"? CLICK MORE TO READ ON

I spent this past weekend at the second annual New York Comic Con, which was held at the Jacob Javits Center for Nerd Exodus. This isn’t it’s official title, but it is one that goes into effect when over 40 percent of the convention hall’s occupants are chubby, acne riddled and have never seen the reproductive organs of another live human being. Upon obtaining my press pass, I did what any one of us would do when faced with such insurmountable odds, I grasped my penis tightly (yet gangsterly) and made my way to the Hostel 2 panel, where Eli Roth was showing boobies.