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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Vampy bit me - in the BRAAAIIIIIINS!




Linda Le, the hottest geek in the world


Zombie ammo, the best way to prepare for the bitter end.





Howdy freaks and geeks! Ratty here to deliver another safe injection, this time the topic is zombies and vampires. The truly delectable geek goddess, the one and only Vampy Bit Me! (Linda Le) along with the good folk at Zombieammo have posed the question many have asked and argued about, vampires or zombies? Who would win in a real fight? Which kick more ass? 




Comparisons and arguments can be made on all levels here. So I'm going to take this one up a notch, rather than just write one of my stupid parodies, I am going to take some time to look at a few different ways in which we can weigh the brain munching undead up against the blood slurping immortal. 

ROUND ONE: YO' MAMA!
Lets start with an easy one. If you had a mate whose mother was a vampire, and another who spawned from the decaying womb of a zombie, who could you rip on more? 



Zombie Mom:
"Yo Mama is so ugly, when she look in the mirror her reflection screams!"
"Yo mama so smelly, her shit scares flies away!"
"Yo mama is so dirty, she went swimming at the beach and left a ring around the ocean!"
"Yo mama teeth so nasty, even the cavity creeps left!"
"Yo mama is so stupid, she got no driver's licence because she was afraid of getting a head shot!"
"Yo mama is so decomposed, she sent me a postcard and her tongue was still on the stamp!"




Vampire Mom:
"Yo mama is so pale, you sit around her in a blackout!"
"Yo mama is so old, she owes Jesus two fiddy!"
"Yo Mama is so.... dude, your Mom's HOT!"

Winner: Vampires. You're much safer in the schoolyard with a vampire Mommy.

ROUND 2: Employment prospects  
If there's one place we know that grace under pressure is needed, it's in a job interview! So let's take this hypothetical to the extreme, which school leaver would get the job flippin' burgers? Let's find out.

Vampire:

"So, what's your name?"
"Grimordius Darcc the 4th"
"Age?"
"753"
"You're 753. Ooooooo-kaaaaayyyyy..... What hours are you available for work?"
"Well, I can't go out in the sun, so it would have to be night shifts."
"Any references?"
"Count Yorga, I used to work for him."
"What did you do?"
"I found him children to eat."
"Ah. Do you have any questions for me?"
"Yes. Do your garlic fries actually contain any garlic?"
"No."
"When can I start?"
"Uh, don't call us, we'll call you."

Zombie:


"So, what's your name?"
"Braiiiiiiiiiins....."
"That what your mates call you, eh? Just like the Thunderbirds?"
"Braiiiiiiiiins......"
"I loved that show.... How old are you?"
"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh......"
"Haha, no worries. My wife's been 40 for the last 10 years. How will you be travelling to work?"
"BRAIIIIINS!"
"Trains? No worries, if they ever run on time, am I right? What hours are you available?"
"Your braiiiiiiin is miiiiiiine....."
"Rain or shine eh? I like your attitude sonny! And do you have any ideas for Greaseburger?"
"Braaaaaiiiiiiiiins!"
"Grains? We have been thinking about a healthier bun choice! Brilliant thinking!   When can you start?"
"How about Monday?"

Winner: Zombie - a  model employee for any fast food restaurant.



ROUND THREE: Look at my range!

So which choice of role will better an actor's career? Which is more likely to be a career ender? Let's find out:



Eddie Murphy - Vampire in Brooklyn - possibly the final nail in his comedic coffin, this absolute stinker with a twist of lemon was about as funny as tongue cancer.


Aaliyah - Queen of the Damned - A movie so bad the star died from shame.


Leslie Nielsen - Dracula, Dead And Loving It - Even the master of cornball comedy couldn't breathe life into this Mel Brooks disaster.




Billy Connelly - Fido - Need I say more? 
Not many actors have put their hands up for a zombie featured role, because there aren't many going around. This is proof that everyone should have a go at being a zombie.


Winner: Zombies. You are much more likely to suck (pun intended) in that vampire role.


ROUND FOUR: Screaming your name

As much as we may deny it, sex is considered in any decision making process, even those unlikely to ever involve a sexual act. Who would be better in the sack? Let's look at some examples.



Zombies: 

Rigor mortis makes for a permerection in males, and when it comes to female nipples, chicken's done!

If you sleep with a zombie, at least you know they really want you for your brains, not your body.

Maggots create a natural ribbing for that "French tickler" effect!

The only sexual partner that looks and smells better after a "Cleveland Steamer".

Four words: MAKE YOUR OWN ORIFICE.



Vampires:

Are sexy. 

That's about it really! They've had thousands of sexual partners, most of whom were probably better than you (there's a chance they even fucked one of your grandparents), forget oral sex with those teeth, they will always leave before the sun comes up, and all your friends will give you shit about the awful hickey on your neck.

Winner: Surprisingly, zombies.

ROUND 5: Death of the party 
So it's your wild 18th birthday celebration. Who is more likely to make the party a world-beater? Let's investigate.



Vampire party tricks:

Great storytellers. Vampires will regale your guests with tales of debauchery, murder and intrigue from the pages of history. 

Notorious pickup artists. Guests will enjoy placing bets as to which drunken floozy your vampire buddy will be taking home.

Always well dressed. The vampire will add a touch of style, and guests will think "well fuck, look at this guy all dressed up, this must be a killer party!"

Pranks galore. Turning into mist and hiding in the bong for one.

Knows when the party is over. By the time the sun comes up, this animal has left the building (likely with the hottest chick there), and won't hang around being annoying and suggesting you clean up now and save the trouble.




Zombie party tricks:

Zombies are rotting corpses brought to life who want to kill people and eat their brains. You should not invite them to your party.

Winner: Vampires.

So there you have it, after 5 gruelling rounds, the undead seem to be coming up on top. As for the hypothetical question about vampires fighting zombies, I'm quite sure if we wait around, eventually George A Romero and Stephanie Myers will team up to bring us "Twilight of the Dead", or something similarly lame. But of course the line for tickets will be a mile long. Who are the real suckers and dead heads?


The....... HORRRRRROR!!!!!!!!


Till next time

Ratty











Sunday, December 12, 2010

Horror movie memories: The video nasty birthday

Howdy folks! The onset of the summer has kept me away from my computer, which is a good thing, believe me! The monitor tan has been replaced by a healthy brownish glow, and the silly season awaits!


This little anecdote was published previously on another site, so some of you may have seen it. But for the rest of you, it's a bit of an introduction to the young me and how I first cultivated my obsession with horror and cult cinema. Hope you like it!




 It is January, the summer of 1989. The glorious 80's are coming to an end; though Duran Duran and A-Ha are still trying to keep the decade alive and stop people from hanging in a Buffalo Stance (I still have no idea what this means), and wannabe skateboarders everywhere are looking for cubes to gleam. I am 11 years old, but not for long. My twelfth birthday is approaching more rapidly than losing a credit in Robocop: The Arcade Game.



Twelve. That annoying number which nobody can ever agree on. Some adults credit this as the first of the teenage years, while every kid argues that if this were the case, it would have been called twoteen. Either way, the modest birthday party I had planned was looking to be pretty standard fare. 6 or 7 of my fellow nerds congregating for Duck Hunt shootouts, all manner of food and drink I was never allowed at any other time, and of course the part of the day my parents most looked forward to: loading up the VHS with 90 or so minutes of rubbish, which would hopefully transform the group from a boisterous unmanageable bunch into seven little Jack Nicholsons in the final scenes of Cuckoo's nest.
The video store was just about my favorite place to be taken. Unlike the larger sections in the store such as Comedy and Drama, which were arranged bookshelf style (making it almost impossible to make a selection before closing time) - the horror and science fiction section was one giant wall at the back of the store, with all the covers facing out, displaying their titles, tempting me with images and more importantly at the time, allowing me to quickly shortlist the films based on their rating. I was managing to escape the highly restrictive shackles of PG-only selections, my father being the one who usually had the task of escorting us and approving the desired choices. As long as the cover didn't look too horrible, he would give the thumbs-up to an "M" rated movie, which were recommended for audiences 15 years and over. That word, RECOMMENDED, was my best friend. Today was a day I felt I could probably push his boundaries a little bit, seeing as I was about to become a teenager. According to some.


Due to the frequency of these store visits, I pretty much knew exactly what they had in the weekly section, it was just a matter of choosing. A lot of the older titles had rating stickers attached to them, as they were released before the new system had come into place, what I would later learn was the end of the Video Nasty era. After a quick scan, I noticed something. Something I had not noticed before. There were two copies of the same movie, one was clearly marked with an "R" rating, and a second copy which had an "M" rating sticker haphazardly slapped onto its front cover. The image on the front cover was nasty looking, but not beyond the potential approval of my tired old man. I attempted to contain my excitement so as to not appear as though I was about to have a seizure or pee my pants - two things which did not seem impossible at this point. This was an opportunity I had to take advantage of.
After confirming that my Dad was looking intently through Westerns, I quickly grabbed the "R" rated copy of this film, and wedged it where no one except myself would ever look - on the top shelf, behind a copy of the giant rat masterpiece The Food Of The Gods. I presented my choice to my father, adding casually that I'd already seen every other video in the store. He was dubious, but not in the mood to argue. It was my birthday, and there wasn't too long until the nerd patrol would be dropped off by their parents, and the 4 or 5 hours of noise and mess-making would begin.
Duck Hunt was played using the couch as an innovative cover system, despite the fact that ducks have never really been known to shoot back. Much junk was consumed, presents were opened, wishes were made - none of this mattered to me. All I wanted was to get to lights off time and start the show! I had not yet revealed to my friends what we would be watching, lest any of them complained or offered alternatives. I was leaving nothing to chance. Finally it was that time, and I eagerly clunked my selection into the VCR and off went the lights.





Roll opening credits.
Xtro....... The name didn't give too much away, and the cover had a two-line description which I hadn't even read. Now even at this point in my life, though I hadn't seen a great deal of horror films, and none I thought were really scary (I managed to watch The Gate at age 10 which I thought was pretty gnarly), I had the feeling this was going to be something a bit different. The look of the film was grainy, the music consisted of a lot of strange other-worldly synth sounds, and of course there was the added element of being in the dark with my friends, some of whom did not share the same enthusiasm at the prospect of watching a monster movie. Ok, so this kid loses his Dad to a spaceship. Big deal. Close Encounters, duh? They all had annoying British accents too, the whole thing seemed kind of hokey. I was beginning to lose a little bit of the excitement and hope I had cultivated a few hours earlier in Video Ezy.



Maryam D'Abo gets naked - which I actually fast forwarded through just in case a parent appeared at the door, nudity was definitely an absolute no-no and a deal breaker. Besides, we weren't really interested in all that, we wanted to see the weird monster with the long tongue. We weren't to be disappointed. Said monster makes his appearance, raping Mummy who then becomes instantly pregnant. VERY pregnant. By this point, some of the boys around me are beginning to ask questions. Not the annoying "Who's that guy again?" type question, more like "What's HAPPENING to her?" and "WHY are we watching this?", and of course, the timeless classic "Tell me when the bad part's over!" - I heard only the ominous music and saw only the glowing screen, I was transfixed, hypnotized, instantly addicted to the mixture of excitement and disgust that these images were providing me with. I am unaware at this point that my father stands at the doorway, watching with his own sense of curiosity and dread.



Then it happens. With an almighty squelch, the impregnated woman gives birth to Daddy, fully grown, in a feast of paint-like blood and torn rubber latex. He emerges, taking his umbilical cord and simply gnawing through it like it was a Slim Jim. On come the lights.
"What on Earth IS this movie Joel?" My father exclaims, looking around the room. A couple of kids are buried behind pillows, one seems to be quietly praying for safety, and yet another has had the urge to regurgitate the mixture of party pies, cocktail franks, cake and orange drink that had been churning through his stomach from the moment the lights went off. In the confusion and darkness, with no bucket readily available, he had simply grabbed the first thing at hand, coincidentally the most useless receptacle imaginable for containing a deluge of multicolored vomit - a glossy copy of the January Women's Weekly. Amongst it all, I looked down at my hand, realizing at that moment that I was a bit different from my friends. Without knowing it, I had the remote control at the ready, my thumb poised over the rewind button. I wanted to see that shit again!


At this still rather early stage of the film, we were made to turn it off, instead having to sit through some old cartoons or something until parents were called and the celebrations came to an end. As I mouthed goodbyes and apologies to my friends, the only real concern in my mind was the remaining 50 or so minutes of Xtro that remained unseen. Of course, once everyone was snoring away in their beds, the late night viewing of this truly bizarre movie was completed, in the usual manner. No sound, and some serious adjustments to the bright and contrast on the TV to absolutely ensure no one would find me watching it. The remainder of the movie was incredibly bizarre and disjointed, and nowhere near as gruesome and impactful as the birth scene, which of course got a few replays in slow motion during the second screening.
I knew not what the result of this whole experience would be as far as watching movies went. Would I be banned from the video store? No more picking out movies? Thankfully no. In fact, quite the opposite effect was achieved. From that point, my Dad knew exactly what sort of movies would keep me happy and shut me up. Not the teen sex comedies other kids were begging their parents to watch, or the expensive new releases that had been missed in the cinemas. Creature Features. Monster Movies. Scream Greats. Horror. 21 years later, and there's no cure for this disease. Nor am I wanting one.






Sunday, November 21, 2010

Comix day

That's all. For those that missed em on comixed or facebook.








































Ratman's tricky sticky movie quiz: 11 minutes to kill?

Ok, I had some spare time, so I figured I'd write a quick quiz for all you film buffs out there. Just 11 questions, time limit 11 minutes, no search engines allowed. Honesty system obviously. Can you score a perfect 11?



What was the name of the Sargeant who led the team of crack soldiers to help Ripley battle Aliens?
1. Hicks
2. Vasquez
3. Apone
4. Hudson



Which of the following horror films was not made in Australia?
1. Body Melt
2. Howling 3: The Marsupials
3. Razorback
4. Bad Taste



All of the actors below had cameos in Warren  Beatty's ambitious stinker Dick Tracy - but who played 88 keys?
1. Dick Van Dyke
2. William Forsythe
3. Mandy Patinkin
4. Dustin Hoffman



Another huge scale family film with a big cast was Hook. Who played the principal pirate Smee?
1. Danny DeVito
2. Bob Hoskins
3. Dudley Moore
4. Dustin Hoffman



Mark Hamill disappeared from film for 6 years after Return Of The Jedi, only to return in which 1989 sci fi stinker?
1. Freejack
2. Slipstream
3. The Philadelphia Experiment
4. Brainstorm



Attack Of The Killer Tomatoes character Sam Smith is a master of disguise. But what gives away his flawless tomato disguise?
1. He farts
2. He asks a killer tomato to "pass the ketchup"
3. His suit falls off while dancing
4. He can't see and keeps bumping into everything




After directing classics like Brain Damage and Basket Case, Frank Henenlotter returned to trash filmmaking with the brilliantly over the top Bad Biology. How many clitorises does the main character have?
1. 3
2. 5
3. 7
4. 1, but it's the size of a volleyball.



Which of the following Westerns does not feature Lee Van Cleef?
1. The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance
2. Gunfight at the OK Corral
3. The Good, The Bad and the Ugly
4. The Magnificent 7



Which of the following Planet Of The Apes titles is made up?
1. Escape From The Planet Of The Apes
2. Conquest Of The Planet Of The Apes
3. Beneath The Planet Of The Apes
4. The Last Battle Of The Planet Of The Apes



In the Ed Furlong video-game-that-makes-you-really-kill movie Brainscan, what is the name of the evil villain controlling the game?
1. Trickster
2. Mystero
3. Spinner
4. Mesmero



Another Furlong film: name the underrated gangster film he appeared in, which had an atmosphere created by an average 12 second shot time (most films have a 3-6 second average)
1. Miller's Crossing
2. Little Odessa
3. State Of Grace
4. A Bronx Tale


So there you have it folks, watch this video while you decide on your final answers, answer key below. Post your results and pass it along if you found it tricky!









Answers!


3
1
3
2
2
2
3
4
4
1
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Till next time


Ratty

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Unique conversation starters

Howdy folks, I figured I'd post something light about myself, but usually that sort of thing leads to endless anecdotal tangents and rambling galore. In the good name of brevity, I found what are supposed to be "unique" questions to slip into a conversation when meeting someone new. Hopefully this brings something a little above the Myspace "ZOMG 25 Qestionz!!!!!!" standard for your reading enjoyment. For those of you who don't know me at all, here I am on a poor quality webcam.



Here goes.

What's your favorite Dr. Seuss book?

Easy. The all time classic "Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are?" In which an old man sits on a cactus telling a young lad about all manner of ridiculous situations involving the misfortune of others. To this day I stop to remember the poor guy on his camel wamel whose faddle got loose. I'm telling you duckie, he's gone like a goose! 



What's your favorite Barry Manilow song?

Again, no question. Copa Cabana. I remember all the lyrics and corresponding dance moves from a time my sister had to perform it. I remember my first experience in a private karaoke room, at the end of the night a little phone rang and a guy let us know it was the last song - up comes my choice of Copa Cabana, I felt the need to perform it on the table, surrounded by a group of gawking Chinese kids, none of whom I really knew.

If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?

It would have to be the Addams Family house. There was just so much cool shit going on, and that fucking hand would appear whenever any small services were required. Sweet crib.

Who's your favorite Muppet?

I'm a huge Jim Henson fan, and a muppet enthusiast. It's really difficult, but the one who always made me laugh the most both as a child and today has to be that Swedish Chef. Absolutely sensational, the height of silly fun.







What's the best bargain you've ever found at a garage sale or thrift store?

I remember once finding 2 copies of Silver Surfer #1 at a garage sale once. I think they were part of a 10 comics for $1 sale. I remember selling one for about 50 bucks, a lot at the time!






Describe something that's happened to you for which you have no explanation.

The only time anything vaguely supernatural or unexplainable happened to me was when I was around 14, I remember reaching for a glass on the kitchen counter, and as soon as my hand touched the glass it literally shattered into a hundred pieces, not a break but a small explosion. Glass was in every corner of the room, and I was alone which made it more freaky. I was 14, so the only explanation I can muster is that perhaps I hadn't masturbated that day and it was an excess of magical fapping energy built up in my hand. Who knows.

What's the habit you're proudest of breaking?

Too easy. I rid myself of heroin addiction over 10 years ago now, and though I have still used all manner of drugs, I have never taken on a heroin habit again since I quit. That took all the strength I had. Lately I have stopped drinking, but that's more something I wanted to do anyway.


What's your favorite Cyndi Lauper song?


True Colours. It's probably my favourite 80's ballad, total gold.








If you could go to Disney World with any celebrity alive today, who would it be?

That has got to be the stupidest question ever. If I was to meet a celebrity, that's the last place either of us would want to be, unless it was some kid, or Michael Jackson, but he's dead. But I guess if I was going to ride the teacups with anyone, it would be David Lynch. 



So there you go, a few things on me. 


Till next time


Ratty