We should of saw this coming, with the remake of Prom Night getting ready to hit theaters it only makes sense that they would finally release Hello Mary Lou: Prom Night II on DVD.
I actually think it was on DVD for a short time but discontinued, you can get a copy on Amazon for around $70.
Echo Bridge Entertainment also released the original Prom Night 
No word on dates or special features but we will keep you posted.
Hello Mary Lou: Prom Night II Review
The new horror comedy BEHIND THE MASK: THE RISE OF LESLIE VERNON has garnered comparisons to both BEST IN SHOW and SCREAM. The former I’m not even dignifying with a response, but I can safely say that SCREAM is infinitely more fun, humorous and frightening than the movie I’m reviewing right now.
Let me start right off the bat by saying that I would rather have Anne Coulter put her dick in my mouth than watch another After Dark film.
One of the mixed blessings of being a critic at an internet horror site is that we get screeners of upcoming stuff. Movies going straight to video or trying to find distribution. It’s like we get practice swings from guys who will scare the living shit out of us in the future. I have seen beyond the crest of the wave to what the future holds, and I see…
JACK KETCHUM’S THE GIRL NEXT DOOR is the best film I’ve seen that you couldn’t pay me to see again. Well made, flawlessly acted, clearly written. But these are just technicalities critics hide behind because, well, how often does a movie really DEAL with what it’s about? In most instances, the critic’s job is to tell you whether or not the bolts on a movie are tight and won’t fly apart when you try to use it.
Anyway, disgraced plastic surgeon Dr. Cranston (Christopher Page) gets into a car accident that disfigures his daughter Maggie (Michelle Angel). So he goes all nutty-nuts and starts holding auditions for actresses in LA, abducting the ones with the right nose/lips/boobs/what-have-you and does a little creative surgery on them to get his daughter back to her former glory.
Have you ever walked out of a bad movie and instead of being deadened or saddened or angered, you were actually impressed? Walking out and saying to your friends “WOW! That REALLY, REALLY SUCKED!” In these moments of tear-down reverie, one could actually get more animated and impassioned than had one seen their new favorite film.
There are certain elements of fandom that give me the creeps. One of these elements is fan art. Everything from paintings of Riddick to slash porn fiction about Gumby and Pokey. The weird thing about it is the better and more artful it is? The more I’m freaked out.
NOTE: I am fully aware that there is only one thing many of you care about. And no, you do NOT get to see Elisha Cuthbert’s boobs. Put your crank back in your pants, put the Palmolive back next to the sink, and save your money.
The subject is an actress: One Elissa Dowling. Every time Miss Dowling stars in a movie, a cabal of creepy internet window-lickers rises as one to defend her. Inversely, there is ALSO a cabal of creepy internet window-lickers devoted to tearing her down. And thus, an extremely pale and loserly internet flame war erupts every time she is mentioned anywhere, up to and including right here at horroryearbook.
PRIMEVAL is actually kinda-sorta based on a true story. Well, the story’s as fake as Dina Lohan’s parenting skills, but the Croc? He’s real. He has been named Gustave by the locals in his home along the Ruzizi River in the African nation of Burundi. To date, Gustav has claimed a confirmed 110 people (far from the 300 claimed in the film’s press materials) and is estimated to be sixty years of age, though the citizens of Burundi claim he is well over a hundred (THANKS, WIKIPEDIA!).
The most laughably bad film (horror or otherwise) of 2007, BLOOD AND CHOCOLATE, seems less like it was written by paid professionals and more like it was torn from the journal of a thirteen year old Goth girl who saw MOULIN ROUGE too many times and has a Laurell K. Hamilton fetish. No sense of humor, no grace, no wit, and EVERYTHING is stated as though the weight of ALL EXISTANCE depends on what she thinks is cool.
“I lost most of my respect for Eli Roth after the self important horse shit he wrote into the Fangoria horror magazine where he portrayed himself as a free speech martyr and visionary artist being victimized by a ‘dangerous climate of political correctness’ because some letter writer said he says ‘faggot’ too much. That was a grade-A jackass move right there that will make it hard to take his movies seriously.”
The new anthology flick TRAPPED ASHES works better than it has any right to. I think it’s because the wraparound segments and all the short films contained therein are all not only written by the same guy, (Dennis Bartok) but suit the strengths of their directors and even bring out sides that I didn’t think a couple of them had.
And now I am presented with DELIVERY, a little four thousand dollar picture that is without a doubt the worst and most torturous film I’ve seen here during my tenure at horroryearbook.
