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Bruno Mattei Day

 

‘Born in 1931, Bruno Mattei grew up in Rome, Italy, where his father owned a small film editing studio. At age 20 Bruno started working odd jobs at his father’s company as his assistant, then went on to other small spots. He wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps as a film editor, and soon found himself working as an editor for a number of directors, including Roberto Bianchi Montero and Nick Nostro. Mattei claimed to have edited over 100 films in the 1960s and early 1970s.

‘After working with famed Spanish director Jess Franco, Mattei made his debut as a director with the drama Armida, il dramma di una sposa (1970) under the alias “Jordon B. Matthews”. He eventually had more pseudonyms than any working director in the world. He returned to editing before making another comeback in 1976 with two low-budget Nazi exploitation films, KZ9 – Camp d’extermination (1977) (aka “Women’s Camp 119”) and Hôtel du plaisir pour SS (1977) (aka “SS Girls”).

‘Mattei followed these taboo-breaking films with excursions into porno films and mondo “shockumentaries”, all directed under his many pseudonyms, concentrating on “shock value” with films such as Mondo erotico (1973), “Libiodomania” and “Libidomania 2”. Always on the lookout for new exploitation avenues, Mattei followed with “nunsploitation”, with the softcore sex film The True Story of the Nun of Monza (1980) and the violent sex thriller L’autre enfer (1981). Both films involved a partnership with writer/director Claudio Fragasso, who helped him write and direct the back-to-back productions.

‘Using yet another alias, “Vincent Dawn”, Mattei directed Hell of the Living Dead (1980) (aka “Night of the Zombies”), a low-budged zombie picture inspired by other zombie cannibal movies such as Dawn of the Dead (1978) and Lucio Fulci’s Zombie (1979). “Virus” was filmed in Spain and used jungle footage from New Guinea and a patch soundtrack from Goblins “Dawn of the Dead” soundtrack, which was a minor hit in Italy and abroad.

‘After directing two women’s prison films starring Laura Gemser, Mattei moved to directing sword-and-sorcery flicks, starting with I sette magnifici gladiatori (1983). Both Mattei and Fragasso collaborated on the sci-fi/horror flick Rats: Night of Terror (1984), inspired by the futuristic movies of the early 1980s. Mattei considers this his best work, despite his still having to work with a very low budget.

‘He worked relentlessly through the 1980s, directing a pair of “spaghetti westerns”, some action flicks and about half of Zombie 3 (1988) after Lucio Fulci was taken off the production, though Mattei was not credited with it. In the early 1990s Mattei directed a series of erotic thrillers and a made-for-TV movie, Cruel Jaws (1995), which was inspired by Steven Spielberg’s Jaws (1975). Mattei continued making films, with more than 50 to his credit by the 200s.

‘In early 2007 his health began to decline rapidly after he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Despite his doctor’s warnings, he went through with a surgical operation to have the tumor removed in May of that year. After the surgery he fell into a coma from complications, and died a few days later on May 21, 2007 at age 75. Though some people consider his films to be cheap, insipid and technically inept due in large part to their low budgets and poor production values, Bruno Mattei remains an influential cult film director around the world for his radical film making and willingness to direct pretty much anything with a taboo-breaking topic.’ — collaged

 

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Further

Bruno Mattei @ IMDb
Bruno Mattei DVDs
Tales From the Vault: Zombi 3
Bruno Mattei – Master of Rip-Off Cinema
BM @ letterboxd
Critique de Virus cannibale – Faites que je n’ai pas le virus…
The Bruno Mattei Show
WR427 – Bruno Mattei – Master of Rip-Off Cinema
RIP BRUNO MATTEI
BM @ Horreur.Com
Hommage à Bruno Mattei
THE BRUNO MATTEI VISUAL EXPERIENCE

 

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Extras


BRUNO MATTEI – Interview discussing the making of RATS


Bruno Mattei interview (in Italian only)


The Last Works of Bruno Mattei!

 

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Interview: Geretta Geretta
from Coming Soon

 

SHOCK: What was a nice American girl like you doing flitting around Italy in the 1980’s?

Geretta Geretta: Well even nice girls gotta eat! In actuality, my roommate at the time who has gone one to be a rather renown script supervisor, Dale Wyatt, was offered the role first… Guess Chocolate was ‘Dark Chocolate” in the first draft? Hmmmm…anyway she was horrified when she heard the pay. It was beyond low. Actually it was low for us, we were being paid like studio players or contract players. We got lunch, we got our name in lights we got a very small check each week. I think it was my second film in Italy. I did not really speak a word of Italian at the time. I translated the entire script with a travelers pocket dictionary, The set ups, the dialogue, everything… and low and behold it became a breakthrough for me.

SHOCK: What kind of man was Bruno?

GG: Oh, Man, the best! The absolute best. He had this funny little crooked smile. He used to yell at me from the moment I got on set until I left. The spats we got into! This was during my “difficult actress” stage! I didn’t know anything! I thought you were supposed to be like that! Actually, a kind Ad later told me “Uh, you’re picking up bad habits. Actresses as a rule don’t talk back like you do to Bruno.” I was thunderstruck! I mean, really, I had no idea.

SHOCK: People often mumble that writer Claudio Fragasso really directed much of RATS. Any truth to that?

GG: Hell no. And that’s a quote for the dopes! What people don’t get – and trust me. I hear the same crap regarding Dario and Lamberto when we were all on DEMONS – is that really talented people like Bruno, allow other people to have opinions, chime in, come up with stuff. But RATS is Bruno’s film. It’s classic Bruno.Come on. The rubber rats on the conveyor belt thing? So Bruno. On second thought, maybe I SHOULD say that it was all Claudio’s idea (laughs)! Only Bruno came up with that kinda of no-budget but brilliant kinda stuff. And no one knows or knew more about camera angles and set ups and how to get two for one and do 20 set ups a day than that old Italian veteran. Claudio had lots of good ideas and Bruno would sort of pull on his chin in silence then if he liked it he’d say ‘Va Bene”. And plenty of times he did not say “Va bene”. A nice girl can’t repeat what he would say when he thought the idea was “stupido.”

SHOCK: Did you think the fact that the sole African actress in RATS being called “Chocolate” was a bit lazy? Did you have any reservations about the role?

GG: Claudio came up with that name. I have been called worse. Didn’t even think about it twice. “Chocolate” .”Negra”. “Ragazza De Colore”. “Colored Girl.” “Foxy Lady”. At least they’re “calling ya” is how I felt about it. At the same time in the States, with the exception of Susan Seidelman, who cast me in SMITHEREENS, I wasn’t getting called anything so yeah, you go where the work is. We, meaning all of us in the film, felt it was tongue in cheek, I mean, there was “video” too, We all had those post apocalyptic names. It was an 80’s thang, ya had to be there!

SHOCK: The rats themselves are nasty. Did you ever get bitten?

GG: No, but Bruno was all about saving money so he re-used the dead ones for days! That was nasty and smelled!

SHOCK: What did you think of the flick when you finally saw it?

GG: I have to tell you…I never saw it! I don’t think it even had a premiere! Years – and I mean years – later I saw a VHS copy of it in those old arthouse rental stores. I never in a million years even knew anyone knew anything about those films. Shoot, I forgot about them! But every now and then an old friend from Rome would contact me in the States and say “Sis, they messed up your voice in the Italian dubbed version. It’s too sweet.”

SHOCK: Did you have any off-screen romances with any of your co-stars?

GG: Of course. I had big hair and a big heart! I was dating Gianfrancco Gianni before the film started and I had some sort of “special friendship” with Claudio for a minute. He used to come to my place and I helped him write the movie he got his directorial debut on. I even introduced him the money people. Bruno used to always say “Fuck, Janna (which was my name back then), if you were gonna help somebody why didn’t you help me?” Right up until almost the end when I saw him last around 2002, he would still laugh and say that. He was like an Uncle to me. When I had my directorial debut, man, it was so low budget, even using the roll outs, I didn’t have enough footage to get it to 80 minutes never mind 90 for distribution. He was Like “Come here give it to me”. And I let him, without even questioning it, splice my negative! He hooked that sucker up in like 20 minutes and then told me to run the credits real long thank everybody then put a surprise at the end. Bingo, bitches! My film was now 90 minutes. I loved him!

SHOCK: On that note, you did evolve into a very interesting artist but do you look back fondly on those wild days in Italy?

GG: Of course! I arrived as a Greenhorn model and I left… well, a name in that genre. Not bad for a knocked kneed girl from Oregon!

 

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18 of Bruno Mattei’s 55 films

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Private House of the SS (1977)
SS Girls is an example of Naziploitation. This cycle of Nazi sexploitation films are predominantly Italian in origin and emerged for a brief period between 1975 and 1977. In Bruno Mattei’s nazi-themed films, the settings are Nazi bordellos and are concerned with staging explicit sexuality.’ — WK


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Women’s Camp 119 (1977)
‘This is a sleazy film. Make no mistake about that. There are lots of naked women being abused, whether they’re whipped, or forced to have sex with frozen pilots to thaw them with their body heats, or having their heads dipped in water, or getting raped by crazy Kurt. Wieker kills prisoners by removing their uteri and transferring them into infertile women in order to propagate the Master Race. The sole male inmates, both homosexuals, are forced to have sex with women, and understandably are somewhat resistant. Mattei’s take on the Nazis and their experiment is brutal, though I can’t vouch for its historical veracity or lack thereof, and while it never reaches the excesses of Pasolini’s Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom, Women’s Camp 119 is pretty graphic.’ — Diary of a Madman


Excerpt

 

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Hell of The Living Dead (1980)
‘The curious thing about Hell Of The Living Dead is that its gore scenes are probably its least offensive aspect. The real issue here centres upon the inserted stock footage—the way in which it is used in-story, and the way in which it tied to the film’s philosophy. (Oh, yes, it has “a philosophy”: you can thank Fragasso for that.) The pilfering from La Vallée is always highlighted in any consideration of Hell Of The Living Dead, probably because that is quite a well-known production in its own right, but in fact the bulk of the re-used material comes from other sources: some of it from the French-Belgian documentary Des Morts (Of The Dead), which is an almost-silent contemplation of death and funerary rites around the world, but most of it from the Italian-Japanese co-production Nuova Guinea, L’Isola Dei Cannibali, better known as Guinea Ama (and recently released on DVD as The Real Cannibal Holocaust).’ — AYCYAS


Trailer


the entirety

 

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The Other Hell (1981)
‘The director of this mess is credited as “Stefan Oblowski”, but don’t be fooled: it’s the dreaded team of Bruno Mattei and Claudio Fragasso. These are the people who inflicted Virus/Night of the Zombies/Hell of the Living Dead, Rats: Notte del Terrore and Zombi 3 on an unsuspecting world. In The Other Hell, they manage to rip off Carrie, The Exorcist, The Devils and The Omen (among others), while the music is stolen from various Goblin-scored films, including Buio Omega. And don’t miss the Mario Bava riff — the scenes in the convent attic, which almost succeed in being atmospheric and disturbing. That is, until you ask yourself: “What is a room full of dolls hanging from chains doing in a convent?”‘ — Braineater


Excerpt

 

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Violence in a Women’s Prison (1982)
‘There is no plot in Violence. It’s mostly just a series of erotic or gruesome vignettes that don’t lead to anything or tie together. Basically it’s just a bunch of women in prison. The people running the place are sadists. There’s no development or escalation of this conflict. Things kind of happen… Things kind of get resolved… Roll credits.’ — trashmenmedia


Trailer

 

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Women’s Prison Massacre (1983)
‘Emanuelle, a reporter, comes just a little too close to exposing a corrupt official, and is sent to prison on trumped-up charges. In the prison, the inmates are constantly humiliated and tortured by the prison staff. Overly affectionate prisoners are forced underwater, while others are obliged to look on. Emanuelle finds an enemy in the deranged Albina, who “runs the prison.” For the pleasure of the warden, Emanuelle and Albina are forced to fight each other with knives. Bad becomes worse when four men awaiting execution escape and take over the prison. Gore flows like water.’ — letterboxd


Fanmade trailer

 

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Rats: Night of Terror (1984)
‘One of Bruno Mattei’s most beloved films by fans, not because it’s great, but because it’s laugh out loud awful! The fun factor is high and the cheesy characters and English dubbing are both major players in providing the entertainment. Special mention also to the Rats in the film and their complete lack of enthusiasm in their roles as bloodthirsty maneaters, the poor buggers are kicked, stamped, thrown and torched all over the place! There are a couple of decent kills but I was expecting a bit more gore so marks off for that. Overall not quite as enjoyable as Zombie Creeping Flesh but still a good fun watch with friends and beers.’ — Lee/RT


Trailer

 

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Zombie 3 (1988)
‘Shortly before completing the sequel to his classic ZOMBIE, the legendary Lucio Fulci became ill and left the Philippines-based production. But when director Bruno Mattei (SHOCKING DARK) and writers Claudio Fragasso & Rossella Drudi (TROLL 2) stepped in to finish, the result became the most “insanely enjoyable” (The Lucid Nightmare) zombie romp in EuroCult history.’ — Diabolik


Trailer


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Robowar (1988)
‘What Mattei is also known for is creating films so inept that they take on a certain charm all their own. That’s the case with Robowar – it’s a film with low-rent standins for most of the characters in Predator, from the superstitous soldier with the sixth sense to the agent who knows what’s really going on to the damsel in distress. And of course, Reb Brown is about the cheapest stand-in for Arnold Schwarzenegger you can find.’ — WMEM


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Terminator II (aka Shocking Dark) (1989)
‘If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then a 1989 Italian film called Shocking Dark pays James Cameron the ultimate compliment: it openly steals from not one but two of his 80s hits. Now, it’s no secret that B-movie filmmakers have long taken ‘inspiration’ from hit genre movies – Star Wars, Alien, Jaws and Mad Max are some of the most imitated films of the 70s and 80s, spawning such cult B-movies as StarCrash, 1990: Bronx Warriors and Contamination. Shocking Dark, on the other hand, occupies its own special place in movie history. We’re not just talking about an attempt to evoke the general atmosphere of a successful film here – we’re talking about the wholesale recreation of entire sequences.’ — Den of Geek


Trailer


the entirety

 

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Night Killer (1990)
‘Though it was released in Italy under the title Non Aprite Quella Porta 3 — which would have made it The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3 for particularly fascinating and lax copyright law reasons — the 1990 film Night Killer is its own kind of riff on a then-contemporary icon. The quilt of a horror classic was made by husband-and-wife team Claudio Fragasso and Rossella Drudi (Troll 2, Zombi 3 and Zombi 4), with some post-production and gore footage courtesy of Bruno Mattei (Terminator 2: Shocking Dark, The Other Hell). Not quite Bad Dreams or The Invasion — the respective champions of ripoff and quilt cinema — Night Killer is nevertheless a special kind of whatsit that any fan of horror or psychotronic cinema should be amped up for.’ — Nashville Scene


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Cruel Jaws (1995)
‘The coastal town of Hampton Bay is threatened when a tiger shark starts chomping up their vacationers in the king of all Jaws rip-offs, Cruel Jaws. Days before the annual Regatta celebration, the townspeople are faced with financial ruin if something isn’t done about their newfound shark problem. If that wasn’t enough, the owners of the local amusement park have been subject to a hostile takeover from a prospective businessman looking to cash in on their prized property. It’s up to the sheriff, the park’s owner, and a shark expert to head out and destroy the killing fish before the summer economy is slashed and the park is left for the bulldozer. Directed by Italy’s foremost expert on rip-off cinema, Bruno Mattei (under the name William Snyder), Cruel Jaws features a heap load of footage taken from Enzo Castellari’s The Last Shark, as well as snippets from the first two Jaws flicks, plus musical cues from none other than Star Wars.’ — Whistlejacket


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Mondo Cannibale (2003)
‘You may think you’ve witnessed the most extreme examples of the Italian cannibal genre, but leave it to late Italian sleaze master Bruno Mattei – notorious director of HELL OF THE LIVING DEAD, RATS: NIGHT OF TERROR, SS GIRLS and CALIGULA’S PERVERSIONS – to lower the bar to depraved new heights. In this shameless rip-off of CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST, Mattei (under the name ‘Vincent Dawn’) unleashes the sleazy saga of a ratings-hungry American TV crew whose Amazon jungle report becomes a nightmare of gut munching, brain-scarfing, sexual atrocities, insane moralizing and much more. Claudio Morales and Cindy Matic (IN THE LAND OF THE CANNIBALS) star in this jaw-dropper – also known as CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST: THE BEGINNING.’ — Diabolik


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In the Land of the Cannibals (2004)
‘If you’ve seen “Predator”, you’re always several steps ahead of the screenplay. The action sequences are poorly done and there’s only a disappointingly small amount of gory make-up effects to enjoy. Acting performances are weak and the total lack of sleaze is unforgivable. Cindy Jelic Matic stripped off all her clothes in “Mondo Cannibale” (which was shot back-to-back with this one), so the least she could do was show some ravishing flesh here as well. Oh well, at least these recent cannibal-exploitation movies don’t feature any gratuitous animal killings, I suppose. Unfortunately, I can’t give any praise to Bruno Mattei regarding this film, as it really sucks, but at least he kept the Italian horror industry running till the day he died.’ — Coventry


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La tomba (2006)
‘This extremely low budget film was shot on a Digital camera so that there doesn’t work with me from the start. I was hoping Mattai would get back to his so bad it’s good film-making style but that never happens and by the ten minute mark I was wanting to turn this thing off. Needless to say but the performances are all horrid and Mattai still doesn’t know how to make a film move at a good pace. This one here goes very slowly with nothing happening for it. As with other Mattai films, this one here rips off countless other films including lifted scenes from Army of Darkness and a scene for scene remake of the dance sequence in From Dusk Till Dawn.’ — Michael Elliott


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The Jail: The Women’s Hell (2006)
‘After the “golden age of Italian exploitation” concluded at the end of the ‘80s — no one told goremeister Bruno Mattei (HELL OF THE LIVING DEAD, RATS: NIGHT OF TERROR) to stop making ‘80s Italian exploitation movies! In the 2000s, Mattei produced nearly a dozen exploitationers with the same verve and whackadoo style that were hallmarks of his work in the classic period. For this Philippines-lensed filth fest from 2006(!), Mattei returned to the genre that established his reputation as a true maestro of EuroSleaze. When a group of women are sentenced to a jungle hellhole prison known as “The House of Lost Souls”, they enter a sweaty nightmare of sadistic guards, menacing lesbians and rampant nudity. But Mattei — here under his alias “Vincent Dawn” — also packs his final babes-behind-bars saga with enough degradations, perversions, jaw-dropping violence and over-the-top performances to set all-new standards of genre depravity.’ — American Genre Film


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Island Of The Living Dead (2007)
‘Anyone not knowing who Bruno mattei is would probably take one quick look at this and dismiss it as cheap crap. It is cheap crap but maestro Mattei always did a decent job, no matter how tacky and silly the material was. Island of the living dead is a good example of this: the whole thing has a cheap look reminiscent of a daytime soap and some of the zombie makeup consists of dimestore halloween masks. The acting is awful and the dubbing atrocious but Mattei still treats it like a genuine movie. There are some decent locations in the Philippines, lots of cheap violence and a decent pace to ensure that you are never bored. I can’t really hate this but it isn’t for anyone. Mostly those of us that look back at the era of italian exploitation of the 80s with fondness.’ — Joachim Andersson


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Zombies: The Beginning (2007)
‘Unless you live in another planet, people that watch this type of movies have seen Alien II This story line and progression of the movie, it’s that other way better movie. I like low, low, low budget movies, and I think this one actually had a few dollars, just to bad they forgot to pay the writer some money to come up with something original. Asian Zombies, I’m cool with that, but please, better dub would not have hurt. The movie in not even worth renting, but it was fun to see this people’s version of the space marines.’ — WhoFan


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p.s. RIP McCoy Tyner ** Scunnard, Well, that’s always the goal-shaped hope, right? ** David Ehrenstein, Happy they creeped you out. The writers, I mean. Everyone, I think you know Mr. E is having an epic Emergency Sale of books, CDs and DVDs, and it continues, and it remains a great opportunity to pick cup some awesome stuff and help a good guy out. Contact him at cllrdr@ehresteinland.com. ** Bill, Yes, I too wonder whatever became of inthemostpeculiarway. It was one of those things where he (I think?) was here every day for a long time and then one day, without any warning, he’s gone forever with no explanation and no known social media presence to locate him elsewhere. A legend. I’ve read things by Kathe Koja and thought they were quite good. ‘When Susurrus Stirs’ looks very weird and kind of incomprehensible at a first glance. That actor looks very familiar from somewhere. Blasting! I love the sound of that. Yes, prayers that it has been preserved and is edging public. ** Sypha, Hi. I’ve only read Brite, Koja and a bit of King. People have often recommended Jack Ketchum’s stuff to me, saying they think I might dig it, but I haven’t started him yet. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi. A friend of a friend was the production designer on ‘Color Out of Space’, and I definitely want to see it by whatever means that entails. ** Steve Erickson, Like I said to Sypha, Ketchum is often recommended to me by people who think there’s some resonance there with my work or something. I’ll get one for my next train ride. That operation is a quickie. I’m guessing and hoping you’re feeling fairly chill about the whole thing now. Is the Dumont newer than the second ‘Joan’ film? I haven’t seen Christophe’s latest film and the one I assume they’re showing, ‘Room … (something).’ I was wary of it. The directors cancelled because of the coronavirus thing? Strange. The panic is picking up. ** Right. I thought I’d slide away from the high art stuff long enough to give you a weekend of fun trash courtesy of the trash maestro or cranker-outer (or both) director Bruno Mattei. Two days of fun are to be had if you just indulge appropriately. See you on Monday.

11 writers of horror fiction selected by Inthemostpeculiarway *

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Richard Laymon

Marlon staggered toward them, blood spilling from his tattered face.
Sandy stood up in front of him.
‘Outa my way, bitch,’ he gasped. When he said ‘bitch,’ blood blew off his lips and sprayed Sandy in the face. ‘I’ve got some business to finish with your little monster, and then…’
She punched him in the nose.
His eyes bulged and he stumbled backward.
Sandy kicked one of his feet sideways. He tripped himself. With a gasp of alarm, he fell and landed on his rump. The trailer shook.
Sandy turned and lunged for the dresser.
Glimpsed a naked red woman rushing at the mirror.
Jerked open the middle drawer.
Snatched out her butcher knife.
‘You take this,’ Agnes Kutch had said, holding out the big, old knife to her. ‘You gonna be moving outa the house and living in that trailer out there, you gotta have a weapon. Wish I had a gun to give you, but this here is a real good knife. Mama, she used it on a fella once.’ ‘I know,’ Sandy’d told her. ‘I was there. I saw her do it.’
She slammed the dresser drawer and turned to face Marlon.
He was already on his knees, struggling to stand up.
She raised the knife overhead.
Marlon screamed like a woman. — from The Midnight Tour

 

Richard Laymon Kills!: The Official Website
The Richard Laymon Memorial Fansite
The Richard Laymon Library
Laymon on Laymon
Richard Laymon’s Rules of Writing
Richard Laymon’s page @ Fantastic Fiction

 


Dark Dreamers Interview With Richard Laymon


Book Unboxing fail – Completing my Richard Laymon collection


Top Five Richard Laymon Novels

 

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Edward Lee

“Howie,” Leona said with the sickest feeling in her life churning in her belly. “That thing in your hand isn’t the hose…”

It hung limp until the moment she’d said that, almost as if it had sensed the trigger of Howie’s fear. His eyes snapped down…

Then the “hose” began to move…

Vaguely pink, glistening skin. About an inch thick. How long was it? It extended from his hand, behind him, its other end still on the other side of the shack. Howie tried to drop the grotesque thing but it was already too late for that. In the space of that synaptic second, the creature energized and wrapped around Howie’s upper torso—

Then Howie was dressed in the thing, wearing it like a corselet. His scream was severed when more of its length coiled about his neck. Howie fell over. — from Slither

 

Edward Lee Official Website
Edward Lee interviewed @ Buried.com
Edward Lee’s Header, the movie
Necro Publications
Edward Lee page @ Fantastic Fiction
The Edward Lee Forum @ Horror World

 


Meet Author Edward Lee


Edward Lee’s The Bighead: TRAILER


Author Spotlight – Edward Lee

 

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Charlee Jacob

It was the day which would eventually turn into the night of Halloween that the seller of skeletons came to our town. Obviously intended as decorations for the traditional celebration of good-natured horror, they were immediately more interesting than those plastic or cardboard types which the five-and-dimes sold. They weren’t flat, for one thing, but had three dimensions, having been molded out from an intricate form of papier-mâché perhaps. The skulls in particular were startling, almost an origami of macabre beauty. These were nothing mass-produced in some far-off Oriental country, created by near-slave labor who didn’t even know what Halloween was.

Simonville was not a big place and the foundling strings of bones soon found niches in front yard trees and on broad, covered porches. The mayor, who ran into the skeleton-seller outside of the luncheonette where he habitually went each noonday, even bought twenty-six to be hung about the park–twenty-six being twice thirteen and somehow appropriate for the light- hearted festival of modern Samhain.

I lived in an apartment so there was no place where I might have put one up. But I noted the skeleton-seller as he took the wheelbarrow from his pickup truck and peddled his bones from place to place. I followed him when he had sold them all, curious as to where he would go. Did he have relatives in Simonville? Would he sleep in his truck that night or in the park where so many of his wares would be shaking in the branches? — from Flesh of Leaves, Bones of Desire

 

Charlee Jacob Official Website
Charlee Jacob page @ Fantastic Fiction
Charlee Jacob interviewed @ Buried.com
Haunter
Charlee Jacob @ Facebook

 

 

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Jack Ketchum

You think you know about pain?

Talk to my second wife. She does. Or she thinks she does.

She says that once when she was nineteen or twenty she got between a couple of cats fighting – her own cat and a neighbor’s – and one of them went at her, climbed her like a tree, tore gashes out of her thighs and breasts and belly that you still can see today, scared her so badly she fell back down her again, all tooth and claw and spitting fury. Thirty-si stitches I think she said she got. And a fever that lasted days.

My second wife says that’s pain.

She doesn’t know shit, that woman.

Evelyn, my first wife, has maybe gotten closer.

There’s an image that haunts her.

She is driving down a rain-slick highwayon a hot summer morning in a rented Volvo, her lover by her side, driving slowly and carefully because she knows how treacherous new rain on hot streets can be, when a Volkswagen passes her and fishtails into her lane. Its rear bumper with the “Live Free or Die” plates slides over and kisses her grille. Almost gently. The rain does the rest. The Volvo reels, swerves, glides over an embankment and suddenly she and her lover are tumbling through space, they are weightless and turning, and up is down and then up and then down again. At some point the steering wheel breaks her shoulder. The rearview mirror cracks her wrist. — from The Girl Next Door

 

Jack Ketchum Official Website
Jack Ketchum Bibliography
‘The Scariest Guy in the Country’
Jack Ketchum News Blog
Jack Ketchum @ Facebook
Jack Ketchum’s Twitter feed

 


JACK KETCHUM’S THE GIRL NEXT DOOR (2007) TRAILER


Jack Ketchum’s The Lost: International trailer


Jack Ketchum’s “Offspring”: Official Movie Trailer

 

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Kathe Koja

Tess said less, watching the dancers, thinking of the rhythm inherent in metal, in corroding iron, in the slick long limbs of steel. Could it be found? Could she find it? … Branches of mastery, hints and feints and driving piston hearts, the drip of machine oil, the stutter of living flesh mechanically enabled; what she wanted — what did she want? Machines that were not robots, moving sculpture that did not mimic the organic but played, somehow, both with and off that distanceless dichotomy, the insolvable equation of steel screws and aching flesh, that wanted people not only as operators but as co-conspirators. See those dancers now, and imagine them locked in ballerina combat with the grip and clench of metal, the sweet smoke of rosin solder like incense around their dripping faces, imagine them lit with a hundred strobes and the subsonic growl of bass-heavy music like the throb of an engine running hot, burning hot, burning like the white heart of the arc.

Burning. All of it burning. — from Skin

 

Kathe Koja Official Website
Kathe Koja’s blog
Kathe Koja’s books @ Bookfinder
Kathe Koja pages @ Fantastic Fiction
Kathe Koja interviewed @ Dark Echo

 


WFC2010: Kathe Koja reading


Kathe Koja goes deep and dark with NERVE

 

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Poppy Z Brite

My name is Andrew Compton. Between 1977 and 1988 I killed twenty-three boys and young men in London. I was seventeen years old when I began, twenty-eight when they caught me. All the time I was in prison, I knew that if they ever let me out I would continue killing boys. But I also knew they would never let me out.

My boys and young men were transients in the city: friendless, hungry, drunk and strung out on the excellent Pakistani heroin that has coursed through the veins of London since the swinging sixties. I gave them good food, strong tea, a warm place in my bed, what few pleasures my body could provide. In return, all I asked was their lives. Sometimes they appeared to give those as readily as anything else.

I remember a sloe-eyed skinhead who went home with me because he said I was a nice white bloke, not a bleeding queer like most of these others that chatted him up in the pubs of Soho. (What he was doing in the pubs of Soho, I cannot tell you.) He did not seem inclined to revise his opinion even as I sucked his cock and slid two greased fingers into his anus. I noticed later that he had a dotted line tattooed in scarlet round his throat, along with the words CUT HERE. I had only to follow directions. (‘You look like a bleeding queer,’ I’d told his headless corpse, but young Mr White England had nothing to say for himself anymore.) — from Exquisite Corpse

 

Poppy Z Brite Official Website
Poppy Z Brite’s blog
Poppy Z Brite interviewed @ Vice Magazine
Poppy Z Brite’s books @ Bookfinder
Poppy Z Brite FanFiction Archive

 


AuthorViews: Poppy Z. Brite


HALLOWEEN SPECIAL: #1 HORROR BOOK : POPPY Z BRITE


Ride with Poppy Z. Brite through the Lower 9th Ward, New Orleans

 

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Douglas Clegg

The locals called it the Tombs, although it was much more than merely a series of subterranean burial chambers. It had been carved from rock by the local miners for some early Villiers ancestor and had been used just two years before my birth, when my grandmother had died. Her coffin was sealed up in granite and plaster within the Tombs, and there were spaces for other Villiers to come. My mother made me swear that I would never allow her to be buried there. “I don’t like that place,” she told me. “It’s cold and horrible and primitive. Put me in a churchyard with a proper marker. Do you promise me?” Certain that her death was years away, I promised her whatever she asked. I coaxed a smile from her when I demanded that upon my own death, she have the ragman cart me away to the rubbish pile.

What lay below the Tombs had once been a sacred site to the Cornish people, more than a thousand years earlier. It had been a cave, leading down the cliff-side through a series of narrow passages out to sea. It was believed to be an entrance to the Otherworld—the Isle of Apples, it was sometimes called—where a stag-god and a crescent-moon mother goddess ruled. — from Isis

 

Douglas Clegg Official Website
Douglas Clegg’s blog
Douglas Clegg Bibliography
Douglas Clegg @ Twitter
Douglas Clegg interviewed @ thedfunderground
Douglas Clegg on life as a horror writer

 


Neverland by Douglas Clegg – a book trailer


Isis by Douglas Clegg – a book trailer


Douglas Clegg’s The Attraction – a book trailer

 

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Lucy Taylor

A lot of people are going to be turned off by the kind of horror I write. I don’t write very much supernatural horror. It’s less frightening, because it’s horror couched in metaphor. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, all this stuff, can be brought off really well if the writer’s good enough, but real-life horror is much scarier. We’re pretty sure there’s not going to be a werewolf coming through the window, whereas if somebody flips out, breaks in, and blows us away, that could happen. I’m much more worried about the guy out there with the gun than the werewolf. — Lucy Taylor

 

Lucy Taylor Bibliography
Lucy Taylor @ Facebook
Lucy Taylor interviewed @ Locus Online
Lucy Taylor’s books @ Amazon
Lucy Taylor’s The Flesh Artist

 

 

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Jeremy Robert Johnson

One day you fall asleep happy. Next to a river under a dark sky. Then you wake up and everything has changed. Including you. You changed so much that for the first time you actually risk your life.

For what?

Love. It’s as good a word as any. It will do.

And you’ve gone so crazy with this feeling, call it love, that you find yourself in an absurd situation, humming moaning at telepathic bugs and killing brainwashed entymologists.

I know.

It sounds silly.

But it feels important at the time. — from Extinction Journals

 

The Basement Cypher: Jeremy Robert Johnson’s blog
Jeremy Robert Johnson Official Website
Jeremy Robert Johnson @ Goodreads
Jeremy Robert Johnson Bibliography
Jeremy Robert Johnson @ Facebook

 


Jeremy Robert Johnson, author


[Fractal’10] “The Oarsman” by Jeremy Robert Johnson


JRJ’s When Susurrus Stirs – Teaser

 

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Stephen King

The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years – if it ever did end – began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.

The boat bobbed, listed, righted itself again, dived bravely through treacherous whirlpools, and continued on its way down Witcham Street toward the traffic light which marked the intersection of Witcham and Jackson. The three vertical lenses on all sides of the traffic light were dark this afternoon in the fall of 1957, and the houses were all dark, too. There had been steady rain for a week now, and two days ago the winds had come as well. Most sections of Derry had lost their power then, and it was not back on yet.

A small boy in a yellow slicker and red galoshes ran cheerfully along beside the newspaper boat. The rain had not stopped, but it was finally slackening. It tapped on the yellow hood of the boy’s slicker, sounding to his ears like rain on a shed roof … a comfortable, almost cozy sound. The boy in the yellow slicker was George Denbrough. He was six. His brother William, known to most of the kids at Derry Elementary School (and even to the teachers, who would never have used the nickname to his face) as Stuttering Bill, was at home, hacking out the last of a nasty case of influenza. In that autumn of 1957, eight months before the real horrors began, and twenty-eight years before the final showdown, Stuttering Bill was ten years old. — from It

 

Stephen King Official Website
Stephen King’s Paris Review interview
Stephen King Bibliography
Stephen King Unofficial Fansite
The Stephen King So Rocks Site
Stephen King Library

 


The Stephen King Multiverse Finally Explained


Stephen King tells us what scares him


Stephen King interview (1993)

 

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Bentley Little

John Hawks had started walking the night after his fever broke. At first they’d thought that the sickness had passed. When they heard the creak of his bedsprings, heard his footsteps on the hardwood floor, they assumed that he’d gotten up and out of bed because he was all right. But when he strode straight through the kitchen and outside without so much as a word, when they saw the almost complete lack of expression on his skeletal face, the glassy stare of his pale eyes, they knew something was wrong. Robert and Cabe had run out after him, trying to find out what was going on, but the old man had begun circling around the house, bumping into the cottonwood tree, stepping through the jojoba bushes, apparently oblivious to his surroundings. They had followed him around the house once, twice, three times, yelling at him, demanding his attention, but it was clear that he was not going to talk to them. They were not even sure he understood the words they screamed. The only thing they were sure of was that he was still sick. And that, for some reason, he could not stop walking. — from The Walking

 

Bentley Little Homepage
The Horrifying World of Bentley Little
Bentlet Little @ Myspace
Bentley Little Bibliography
The Bentley Little Community
Free torrents of 19 Bentley Little novels

 


Spooky Noodles Reviews The Store by Bentley Little


My Bentley Little Collection So Far


Bentley Little’s “The House” Book Review
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p.s. Hey. ** scunnard, Hi. Okay, thanks for the press statement. So basically you just want things that are amazing, I guess? I’m on it. ** David Ehrenstein, Genet apparently preferred that ‘PoL’ be considered a novel, but I agree that it’s very in-between and other. Understood, re: Polanski. ** Bill, Thank you, sir. And on M’s behalf. Ooh, good luck tonight, and I wish I was there to be assaulted in a Hsuian way. Let me know how it went, and, of course, if it’s recorded and uploaded, do share. ** _Black_Acrylic, So great that the writing workshop was so fruitful. I’m hoping there’ll be another, similar thing that you can transition into. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. The operation sounds actually quite breezy relative to what I was imagining in my ignorance. Good. Eye patch, suave. May it proceed with utter smoothness. We haven’t had that kind of panic in Paris at all yet, but the cases of infection in France just went up to 100 yesterday, so I think we’re edging towards freak out time. ** Well, okay. Today I resurrect a very old post by a long lost but, at one time, very present d.l. In fact the post is so old that at least two of the authors featured in the post have died since it was made and one of them has an entirely different genre now. Still, I’m banking on it having some contemporary value. But we will see. See you tomorrow.

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