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October Horror, Day 1: Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein (1948, Charles Barton).
Poster.

Its a grand
New Idea for FUN
BUD ABBOTT
and
LOU COSTELLO
meet
FRANKENSTEIN
(Illustration of Abbott and Costello running from Dracula, the Wolf Man, and Frankenstein’s Monster unfrozencave
PATRON
Bud Abbott and Lou Costello
Meet Frankenstein 1948
***
ABBOTT COSTELLO
meet
RANKENSTEIN
Watched Sep 24, 2025
October Horror, Day 1: Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein (1948, Charles Barton). Finally getting around to this one (which might be a big theme in this year's picks). It's definitely a mixed bag, with Costello at the top, Lon Chaney Jr following, and everyone and everything else in some order below them. Abbott just kind of disappears into the rest of the non-monster cast for the most part, as there's not much for him to do and Costello has so many others to play off of.
Lugosi suffers from a similar issue as Abbott, just on the monster side.
It seemed like this, more than any of the other monster team-ups and mash-ups, was the basis for The Monster Squad.
Some charming effects and enough laughs to make this solid seasonal viewing.
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Is that an adaptation of The Palmer Hotel?
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My boy Frank Sobotka flew too close to the sun and has now fallen so low
Judge Bert Guy, looking hammered
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*massive nerd voice* “I had a show all about ‘based’ memes!”
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“Benny’s a well-known media personality” is maybe the biggest and funniest lie in this. Dude is such a damp rag dork I can’t believe anyone could muster enough ire against him to go beyond a paper taunt
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October Horror, Day 10: Paperhouse (1988, dir. Bernard Rose).
Movie poster
Paperhouse

A young girl in the foreground reaches up toward the sky, which goes from golden along the horizon, to stormy purples and blacks. In the background a plain boxy house October Horror, Day 10: Paperhouse (1988, dir.
Bernard Rose). I definitely remember the poster or box art from video stores as a kid (I think this eventually merged with House of Cards into one unseen movie in my head), but it was only much more recently, when I learned this was from the director of Candyman, that it really caught my attention. This is one of those stories of children retreating into dreams and fantasy to try and make sense of the real horrors, both external and internal, in their lives (not the only entry of that kind in my list this month). I can even see a sort broad connection between the young girl in this and Helen in Candyman.
But I kept being reminded of Dream Demon, and not altogether favorably. There's a stiffness, or staginess, to the dreamworlds in both that undercuts the reality and the stakes of those worlds. I think it's partly the era (they're both from
'88) to blame, but it often feels like a well set and dressed play with uninspired stage lights and shot matter-of-factly. Maybe it's an attempt to treat the dream as reality, but I think you have to meet a world like that on its own terms. You can emphasize the artifice without sacrificing the magic. And don't patronize me with a few Dutch angles. Still, though, there's more than enough fantasy, horror and heart for an adventurous young adult to get lost in.
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We’re just normal men… we’re just innocent men
Ben and Jerry Horne from Twin Peaks
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Hmmm, what could that money be used for if they were taxed at a higher rate?
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What if… there were no OpEd writers?
A future utopian world
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“TREAT YO SELF [to some blood money]”
Aziz Ansari on Parks and Re. Saying “Treat yo self”
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October Horror, Day 9: [The] Toolbox Murders (1978, dir. Dennis Donnelly. 2004, dir. Tobe Hooper).
Movie poster

BIT BY BIT...BY BIT HE CARVED A NIGHTMARE!
What he does to your nerves is almost as frightening as what he does to his victims!
THE TOOLBOX MURDERS (the “T” is a hammer, and an actual toolbox just below it, with blood pouring out from under)

behind the title are a naked woman in bubbly bath water (her nudity obscured by the water and her limbs) and a killer dressed all in black and a ski mask, holding a drill October Horror, Day 9: [The] Toolbox Murders (1978, dir. Dennis Donnelly. 2004, dir. Tobe Hooper). I wasn't quite sure how either version would land with me, and they'd both been on my list down at the "eh, l'll get to it" level. I have to say I was kind of pleasantly surprised by the original! This wound up not being just meat-and-potatoes slasher sleaze, there are genuine flourishes of thought and art within. During the first kill, the contrast between the tense and bloody scene and the the diegetic music playing on the stereo reminded me of a similar moment during the climax of Don't Torture A Duckling (and, more famously, the war scene from Reservoir Dogs). And at the end of the scene, the camera lingers on the turntable long enough for the song to not only finish, but for the auto return arm to pull up and away from the record, pause, and begin playing the record over a good bit before cutting to the next scene. This kind of lingering is peppered throughout the movie, possibly hinting at the grueling and seemingly hopeless final act. Apparently the Producer actively sought to make something in the vein of Texas Chain Saw Massacre, and it's cool to see that, while I wouldn't put this at the same level, more than just the body count imprinted on the filmmakers. Movie poster

THE
TOOLBOX MURDERS
If you lived here, you would be dead by now.

A shadowy photo of a ghoulish face, lipless and seemingly pinned onto its own head Now for the remake. TCM is unimpeachable, but I chalk that up to a collaborative effort and maybe a bit of lightning in a bottle. And, as I learned, there would be no Toolbox without it. But Hooper's oeuvre wanes in its later years. His take here starts of strong enough, a haunted Hollywood apartment building is fertile ground, and he does a good job of setting a dreary vibe while not wallowing in it. But the killer and the backstory never quite sync up, so the allusions to occult early Hollywood decadence are all but squandered and the final act kind of peters out (what's supposed to be a sort of Ivo Shandor turns out to be more of a Giorgio Orsino dressed up as Peyton Westlake). If they'd kept things simple, they could have had The Fun Lusman Arms.
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♪ Cos I’m going to
Strawberry Fields
Yakoub is real ♪
AI Yakoub in a white hooded robe
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The Terminator is supposed to be Kirk?! It just looks like random DOV erotic thriller actor #247592. And the other guy looks like bald Hitler more than Jones.
Also Sam “Hulk” Elliott-Hogan
Sam “Hulk” Elliott-Hogan Angel AI hallucination
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They have longer videos now! You should come back and post your evidence of the link between AntiFa and DSA (ring footage of some guy with a DSA bumper sticker and AntiFa tattoo going into your house to snuggle your wife while you’re at a Proud Boys meeting) bsky.app/profile/atru...
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Jonathan Choe to Trump: "Another group right now that is behind antifa and working with antifa very closely based on the research that we have right now that we're gonna give to you and your team are the Democratic Socialists of America."
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You’d be hard-pressed to find a more “everyone is twelve now” photo
Kash Patel looking like the happiest 12yo boy on Xmas morn’, surrounded by a bunch of dumb self-branded, militaristic fetish items
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Well, in this case it’s totally believable, as NYPD have an even bigger and more malignant propaganda arm than TheFP, so I totally buy that a cop said that. I just think it’s meaningless garbage anyway
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October Horror, Day 8: Macabre (1980, dir. Lamberto Bava).
Movie poster

IL FILM CHE AVREBBE TERRORIZZATO ANCHE ALFRED HITCHCOCK
MACABRO

A doll head with a cracked hole in the forehead and blood pooling out from underneath unfrozencave
PATRON
Macabre 1980
** *½
LAMBERTO BAMA
MACABRE
Watched Oct 5, 2025
October Horror, Day 8: Macabre (1980, dir.
Lamberto Bava). I would not recommend this to anyone blindly, but if you're into the more depraved end of Giallo/Italian Gothic Horror, this is top shelf. Though maybe more restrained (and coherent) by comparison, I see this as almost a sister movie to Buio Omega, if that gives a sense of what to expect. I also kept thinking of Shock, especially visually, while watching (which makes sense, given that Lamberto was significantly involved in that movie, as well).
Also my second Bernice Stegers (Xtro) this month!
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Julia Roberts emailing you to explain that the first Skrewdriver record is really great, why she still meditates to NON records, and how Matthew Bower is really more just an occult historian
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October Horror, Day 7: Xtro (1982, dir. Harry Bromley Davenport) and Netherworld (1992, dir. David Schmoeller).
Movie poster

When Tony grows upr hes going to be just like Daddy!
XTRO
Some extra-terrestrials arent friendly.

Illustration of a young boy scowling, a large red-eyed alien with large pointy teeth behind him and a flying spaceship in the background Movie poster 

There is a place between Heaven and Hell.
Netherworld

Illustration of a monstrous hand (several fingers have claws, two have snake heads as fingertips) flying away from a door October Horror, Day 7: Xtro (1982, dir. Harry Bromley Davenport) and Netherworld (1992, dir.
David Schmoeller). Doing a twofer today, the conceit being these are both movies I rented and tried watching decades ago and bailed on early in the first act because they seemed a waste of my time.
I tried watching Netherworld in my teens, and clocked it as a hokey supernatural erotic thriller.
Upon finally finishing now, I can say my opinion has not changed. The most I came alive while watching was "is that Edgar Winter? ...Huh, it is." The hand on the poster does actually appear in the movie, and it has feeling moments of coolness, but it's mostly a stiff sculpture that sometimes flies around like the metal balls from
Phantasm.
The VHS box for Xtro had been on my radar since I was very little, but I didn't try watching it until my early 20s. Finishing it now, I have to say it's definitely worth a watch. It's clunky (l'd push the whole affair up a grade if not for the stiff, hunt-and-peck-the-keys synth score) and baffling, but it's wrenches back and forth between being a decently shot and understated psychodrama horror to a total gonzo gross-out.