Showing posts with label conventions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conventions. Show all posts

March 26, 2015

Hudson Horror Show 11

Hudson Horror Show 11 - 35mm Film Festival Announcement


"The Rules of Hudson Horror Show" Trailer:



Official Press Release:

Fresh off a sold out show at the Alamo Drafthouse, Hudson Horror Show returns to the hallowed grounds of the Empire South Hills 8 in Poughkeepsie, NY! In our sixth year and presented by Vinegar Syndrome and the B Movie Film Vault, Hudson Horror #11 is a 12 hour retro film festival, with all movies being presented from vintage 35mm films.

Show #11 features five full length movies plus dozens of retro trailers and ads, plus vendors selling horror related toys, t-shirts and more! B Movie Film Vault will open the show with A MYSTERY MOVIE! We don’t know what it is, but we know it will be good. OK, maybe it will be bad. But we guarantee it will be fun, and it will off 35mm.

Vinegar Syndrome presents a very special screening of MADMAN! While they have digitally restored this cult slasher for their beautiful new DVD/Blu Ray special edition (which they will have for sale at the show) they will be presenting an original release 35mm print of this long lost shocker! To make it even more special, MADMAN producer Gary Sales and Madman Marz himself, actor Paul Ehlers, will be in attendance to introduce the movie and do a live Q &A!

We love a good revenge story and one of the truly best is Ms. 45! Abel Ferrara’s rape/revenge flick is just as powerful as ever and we are pleased to get this gritty grindhouse meets arthouse classic back up on the big screen at Hudson Horror Show #11.

It’s time to get weird with the awesome awkwardness of NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 2: FREDDY’S REVENGE! The first of the many Elm Street sequels is celebrating its 30th anniversary and that makes it high time to bask in its insanity.

We’ll close the show with a whopper of a tale and arguably one of the greatest movies of all time, a special 40th anniversary screening of JAWS! No clean, digital restoration here as in true Hudson Horror style we are presenting a beautifully weathered vintage 35mm film print!

Our last show was a record setting advance sell out and tickets for this show will go on sale Saturday, March 28th, 2015 at 12pm E.S. T. Advance tickets are just $31.00 for 12 hours of movie madness! Click here on March 28th http://www.hudsonhorror.com/purchase-tickets/.

As always we’ll have vendors selling toys, DVD’s, t-shirts and other merchandise. Vinegar Syndrome will be set up selling copies of MADMAN and all of their other DVD’s and Blu Rays. If you are interested in being a vendor, or if you have a question about the show, shoot us an email at info@hudsonhorror.com. Keep watching our website and Facebook page for more info and we’ll see you on Saturday, June 13th, 2015 for Hudson Horror Show#11!

http://www.hudsonhorror.com/
http://www.bmoviefilmvault.com/
http://vinegarsyndrome.com/

August 20, 2013

Heroes of Cosplay (2013)



"Heroes of Cosplay is a tantalizing docu-series that lifts the veil on the imaginative world of cosplay competition, because fans at the comic book conventions don't merely dress up as their favourite character; they also compete to see who's the best!"

First there was "Darkon" (2006), then came "Confessions of a Superhero" (2007) and "The Reinactors" (2008), but now "Heroes of Cosplay" (2013) promises to be the most hilariously tragic documentary series about pop-culture nerds and losers ever!

I've only seen the first episode of this new Syfy channel reality TV show full of attention seekers, but I'm already hooked on the ridiculousness of these overgrown children who like to play dress-up as if it's Hallowe'en every day. To say that it's the closest I've come to physically laughing out loud instead of merely typing "LOL" on Twitter is an understatement. My face still hurts from grinning like a lunatic for nearly an hour!

I love misguided car-crash television like this! Over the years, I've watched all of C4's "Body Shocks", the fly-on-the-wall Chav-based documentaries, "Hoarders", and of course, everything Louis Theroux has ever made. But nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for this insanity. Even the award-winning "I Think We're Alone Now" (2008) didn't tap into this level of pointlessly egocentric and self-harming obsessionalism.

The seriousness that goes into cosplaying—the amount of time, money, and effort which these people waste on costumes that make them look like utter morons—plus the untreated OCD cases, the growing number of their members who vow "never to grow up", and the "behind the scenes" meltdowns make me somewhat ashamed to be a member of the same species. But of course, they're mostly Americans from Lalaland, so what do you expect?

Although this batch of comicbook convention nerds are only a minority within another minority, they still provide a microcosm of the artistic bankruptcy, lack of originality, and mental health issues in American society in ways that are truly lamentable but highly amusing for voyeuristic outsiders.

As a new country founded by minority nutcases who couldn't cope with real life in their own countries, America has never had any culture of its own, and throughout history, has often borrowed, perverted, and promoted the lamest things possible in an attempt to dominate the rest of the world with commercialised "Emperor's new clothes" fantasies as revenge.

Wanting to be something which you aren't and can never be is ingrained in American thinking, hence the delusion of "The American Dream". Having said that, dressing up as characters from Japanese comicbooks, childish cartoons, and computer games which normal people don't even know or care about has to be an all time low. No wonder my generation thinks that anyone born after 1989 needs watering!

Pedo-Cat is a popular cosplay choice.

It would be one thing if these "cosplayers" actually looked like the characters they were dressing up as, but with their bad skin, a plethora of East L.A. prison-style tattoos, and costumes made out of spandex, papier-mâché, sticky-back plastic, faux fur, feathers, lace doilies, store bought wigs, and misplaced hope, they are more to be pitied than blamed.

Unfortunately for them, this series intentionally and gleefully exploits their madness for mass entertainment. With excited bullet points, soundbites, and mini-dramas aplenty, the Funyun-chomping and beer-guzzling former Jocks who used to shut these geeks in lockers when they were in school can now laugh at them all over again! Even the geeks from other subcultures are going to wet themselves with sadistic pleasure over this lot!

While their defenders—the white knights from the social networks who fancy the hotter cosplay girls—might say that they're just having a bit of fun and not harming anyone, such arguments lose their validity once you discover that there's big money to be made out of this game if you have the model looks or chutzpah to get to the top.

This kind of cosplay is not a hobby, it's a business. It's the bottom rung on the showbiz ladder and different rules apply. Everyone featured in "Heroes of Cosplay" is trying to earn a living out of it in one way or another! These semi-professional pseudocelebrity nerds have gone past the point of "just having fun" and are as competitive as beauty pageant contestants!

The most amateur of psychologists can see how cosplayers are vainly trying to make up for the popularity which they missed out on as teenagers, but with such chips carried proudly on their shoulders, the ones here don't come across as very nice people. I highly doubt that such shallow, self-centred egocases are any better in reality. Just like the real actors and models who they want to emulate, they all have something missing in their personalities which makes them do what they do, and they're going to play up to get whatever is needed to make them feel complete.

Consequently, as the series progresses, we're likely to see a lot more bitchiness, jealousy and backstabbing. It's not quite "Showgirls" yet, but because such contrived drama gets ratings, the seeds of unpleasantness to come are very noticeable.

In the surreal world of cosplay conventions where little kids are deceived by adult nerds who delight in being accepted as their favourite cartoon characters (rather than Santa Claus), grown-ass men dress up in tinfoil and cardboard armour, or as robots, cyborgs, and "Pedo-Cat" (or whatever the Hell that thing is!) for cash prizes, a sick, infantilised mentality is highlighted, and this show does not make anyone involved look like true "Heroes of Cosplay".

As I'm someone who finds the whole cosplay scene completely stupid and very annoying in the first place, I'm happy that "Heroes of Cosplay' makes everything look worse than it is. If it stops bearded men from dressing up ironically (and creepily) as Wonder Woman, or it prevents a bunch of normally plain girls from slapping an inch-deep mask of make-up on their faces and showing their cleavage to score thousands of social networking followers by doing absolutely nothing except pose for touched-up photographs, then "Heroes of Cosplay" has done its job admirably. But if whoever made this documentary is deluded enough to believe that it will do anything positive for its subject or its stars, they should hang their heads in shame while I laugh at them even more.

If you think I'm being too harsh, you just have to check it out for yourself. "Heroes of Cosplay" is on Tuesdays at 10pm/9pm Central time on Syfy. Visit the official website at http://www.syfy.com/heroesofcosplay for more details.

May 11, 2012

Tattoos have nothing to do with horror knowledge

I know that this is outside the scope of my normal blogging, but having just been "called out" on my attitude to tattoos on someone else's blog comments. let me just state again the reasons why I am against them and their validity in the alleged horror community.

It seems that there is a certain clique of tattooed convention goers who think that a horror fan is only worthy if they "look the part". That means that if you aren't one of their low-class, hoi polloi (yes, I'm using that term ironically) then you don't have any right to be in their air space.

These people assert that to be a horror fan you have to wear a disease-spreading disfigurement which was traced on by one of their dirty biker/ex-jailbird "tattoo artist" friends to show the knowledge which should be inside your brain on the outside of your body instead. These same people are presumably the ones who have the names of their children and other loved ones tattoed on them because it's likely that they will forget who they are otherwise. Yes, these mouth-breathers really are so stupid that I'm surprised that they don't just have an "If lost please return to..." address label inked onto their foreheads.

I don't have any tattoos, and I've been a horror fan twice as long as most of these horror convention idiots have been alive. I don't know everything about every horror movie ever made, but I'm pretty sure that I know a hell-of-a-lot more than they do. They might say that I wasn't a horror fan because I don't look or dress like them, but from my side, it's pretty damned obvious that I'm not a horror poseur who would even need to.

The whole tattoo "scene" is fairly recent and just another way for stupid people to get ripped off by others who have nothing more to offer the world than trace a picture onto somebody else, disfigure them, infect them, and take their money for the privilege. Before the early 2000s, it was generally only the military, bikers, construction workers, prisoners, and other plebs who either through drinking, boredom, or a tribal mentality wanted to be branded into a certain group.

When I see a so-called "horror fan" covered from head to toe in tats, all I think is "idiot", "sheep", and "moron". It's so "peer", un-individual, and kind of pathetic really. I also really do think, in this age of HIV, Hepatitis C, and MRSA, they are full of disease (both physically and mentally) and steer well clear of them.

Don't believe me about the mental illness part? Think about it. Anybody who pays another person to inflict pain on them, leaving them with an ugly scar which will last for life, and who (especially in the case of women who tend to get addicted to tattoos and piercings for some reason) would return for more of the same clearly has some kind of insanity. Isn't one of the reasons why we all watch horror movies in a safe environment simply because we would rather see painful things happen to other people rather than to ourselves?

Of course, it's all peer pressure and the desire to fit in with "the crowd", even if that crowd is looked down on by the rest of society. Horror fans exist on the edge of society most of the time anyway because the stuff we watch isn't what society believes that any decent human being should be exposed to in the first place. In fairness, if horror movies were real life and not escapism or fantasy then I would be forced to agree with the "nanny state" ideology.

The truth is you don't have to dress a certain way or have a certain look to be a horror fan, but there are some people who make me ashamed to like the genre. They are the unemployable, inked-up, bone-through-nosed, earlobes-round-their-knees mental cases who, for some inexplicable reason, want to look like Pinhead from "Hellraiser". They may be a whole lot of fun during the two days of a horror convention, but it won't do anybody much good in the real world.

Have fun trying to find a job if you look like Sideshow Bob or Popeye the Sailor. It's hard enough for normal looking people or even the cookie-cutter beauties who usually get everything handed to them on a silver platter and never had to try before. I wish anyone with a sleeve of Regan from "The Exorcist" deflowering herself with a crucifix the best of luck trying to find employment in catering, retail, or any other service industry where they have to deal with the general public. It's not going to happen. The stakes are too high nowadays, and nobody wants to see something like that in their face every day.

I don't get it and I never will. Most sane people try to make the best of themselves no matter how hard or in vain it may be and don't want to look as if they belong in a freakshow. Personally, I would do anything and pay any price to increase my own symmetry and be beautiful rather than look like the scruffy deadbeat which I usually do.

There are, obviously, some people who think that girls or guys all inked up, pierced in every orifice, and made as ugly as a "Suicide Girl" are "hot", but that's their problem not mine. That look is not to my taste and, as a rampant heterosexual, any moderately pretty girl who does that nastiness to herself (for whatever attention seeking reasons float her boat) instantly drops from whatever "out of 10" score I would give her to a zero. It puts me off and, to be blunt, if it came to sex with them, I wouldn't be able to perform with a tattoo of the deformed version of Jason Voorhees staring at me.

Yes, it's all to do with taste. I have it, and those high-street skanks with their beaus who surround them due to "Tiffany Syndrome" (an "Eastenders" reference for a girl who has enough flaws that even an ugly bloke might stand a chance with her if she gets drunk enough) don't. I don't like condiments on anything either, but some people who want to ruin the flavour of their food do. It's that black and white really.

As for the horror knowledge, that's all about time spent reading books and watching films. You have to invest the time and maybe even study a bit if you aren't actually in the horror industry itself or are new to the genre. You won't get it from having somebody trace a picture of Robert Englund on your tits for $60, by wearing a "Motel Hell" or hipstery "Manos Hands of Fate" t-shirt, or by hanging out at those timewasting, rip-off horror fleamarkets called conventions.

Make no mistake about it, these "Horror and Tattoo" conventions are just out to get your money. They don't care what they do to you, how you will look, or how you will feel about it immediately afterwards or in five years time. All they want is your hard-earned cash which you could have spent more wisely on DVDs, posters, or $25 autographs from "celebrities" which no Hollywood studio will ever employ again.

That is all.