Here on Get Jack’d I’m starting a few new regular series of posts. We can’t have things getting stale — stale is so … yesterday! So to keep things minty fresh I introduce to you the first in my regular blogs Misfit Monday. Now many of you might be rolling your eyes or pish poshing the idea, thinking I’m going to be writing about various miscreants, killers, or maybe just covering Glenn Danzig and his leather-clad, skull wearing punk band. Though not beyond the realm of the possible, that’s not what this regular Monday entry on Get Jack’d is about.
It’s October and that means one thing – Halloween! Okay, for me it means Halloween, but for many others it means spooks, frights, and other things that go BOO in the night. One thing that is sure NOT to frighten you is the yummiest witch since Willow Rosenberg – Heather Marie Adkins. Let’s get spooky with Heather!
When last we met our intrepid crew from The Walking Dead they were leaping from an exploding CDC. But more than that — the show itself was starting to slowly descend into too much feel-good family fluff about sisters and dolphin necklaces and too much concern for everything BUT the namesake of the series — the undead. With the ninty minute opening episode of season two all of that changed and the zombie horde came out in force.
Horror, true horror is such a rarity these days. Decent horror on a television series is even more rare. True, frightening horror on the television is completely unheard of (unless you count the train wreck called reality TV — to me that is just beyond horror!) That is why I am so hesitant to really fall in love with American Horror Story on FX now. Why? Because it is quite good and, at times, quite frightening. Episode two went far to prove this to me.
I’ve already listed my all-time favorite Horror Movies for the month of October. To further this spooktastic trend, this time around I’m going with my all-time favorite gore-fest films. These movies won’t be for the faint of heart or the week of stomach…you’ve been warned! Bwahahahaha!
The season opener of Dexter set up and promised a lot for us fans of horror and all things creepy. A new religio-fanatic killer on the loose intent on spreading some kind of twisted message, Dexter picking up the pace on the kills, a little bit of emotional chaos here and there. Last night’s episode was more an exercise in “Remember what we promised you last week? Well, let us remind you of it.”
I now have the pleasure of Jacking paranormal thrillers and children’s books. And what a perfect time to have a writer of spooky delights than October. As the penultimate witching hour arrives, let’s get spooky!
It finally arrived — a horror series worthy of the genre “horror”. It’s been a long time since I could say a television horror series had serious potential. American Horror Story is just that — full of potential. But the horrors this show brings might well be too much for the average public viewer.
It wasn’t until I was doing a touring a show along the east coast and Canada that I had that magical moment of falling under the spell of a villain. That villain was Shakespeare’s Richard III as portrayed by the brilliant Colm Feore. When Mr. Feore limped onto the stage and recited “Now is the winter of our discontent…” he had the audience eating out of the palm of his twisted hand. We laughed, we ooh’d, and we ahh’d at his incredible acrobatic use of the language and his voice. But more importantly, we fell in love with a character so utterly evil that when he walked on stage carrying a severed head we thought it just…for a moment.
The latest season of Dexter fired itself up last night and I thought it fitting, since we are now officially in the haunting season, to start my Halloween Haunts reviews with episode one of Dexter, season six.
That’s right my lovelies, it has finally happened — the apocalyptic nightmare began in I Zombie I has continued to wreak havoc on the planet in the form of My Zombie My.
Tomorrow it is officially October and that means one thing — Halloween is fast approaching. And for me, the season of the witch (no relation to the Halloween 3 film) means many things, one of which is a good excuse (not that I need any) to watch horror films.
I wanted to do something a little different today. Instead of reviewing a single book, or a collection of books, I want to review the heart and soul behind a body of work. That writer is Heather Marie Adkins. I first discovered Heather about six months ago and very quickly devoured her books.
Do people even call the telly the “boob tube” still? Wait, are Americans allowed to call it the “telly” (or has that been copy-written by the British? Anyway, I thought I would slap down my two shekels worth of opinion on what I’ve seen so far with the new seasons and new shows. I’ll give you fair warning — I don’t watch reality TV, so if that’s your fare, read elsewhere.
Today I have the pleasure of Jack’ing sci-fi/fantasy author C. M. Barrett. Her views and ideas are incredible. Read on!