Blood Capsule #194

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STAR CRYSTAL (1986)

I make it a point to avoid spoilers.  But sometimes, my hand is forced.  I simply must tell you what happens in Star Crystal, a misguided Alien riff that seems mundane on the surface.  The first hour colors inside the lines.  Astronauts turn up dead after a manned mission to Mars.  A team of whatevers is sent to find out what happened, but of course, they are inadvertently trapped aboard the spaceship with a goopy, ill-natured monster.  Like I said, it's banal stuff...until you get to the third act.  Bear in mind, this is not a comedy.  And I promise that I'm not BS-ing my way through this review, even if I'm not above suspicion.  To use wrestling parlance, the alien turns babyface.  He/she apologizes for killing the side characters in grisly fashion.  Swear to God!

We then see a feelgood montage wherein the still-goopy, formerly ill-natured monster helps repair the ship and plays a board game with the surviving crew members.  I had to laugh in disbelief.  Was this the same creature that latched onto a fresh-faced gal at the 45-minute mark, only to drain her of bodily fluids?  Yep.  Sure was.  For that reason and that reason alone, I have to give Star Crystal a hearty recommendation.  Elsewise (that can't be a word), it's fairly tame.  The acting ranges from stilted to vacant, the camera movements range from static to listless, and my eyelids range from shut to very nearly shut.  FACTOID: There is a theme song (!) that plays over the ending credits.  The vocals are attributed to Stefanianna Christopherson, the voice of Daphne on the original Scooby-Doo cartoon.  Zoinks!

The suspense is killing you...

I just finished my review of Late Night with the Devil.  Care to read my thoughts?  Well, you can...in my upcoming book!  Ha!  It's one of twelve Blood Capsules that will be exclusive to the book.  What else did I review?  Since you asked, here is a list of the titles I cover in my soon-to-be-released tome.  Bear in mind, this is in addition to all of the Capsules that are on the site (and those have been refurbished).  If you're wondering, the idea is to use the book to drive eyeballs to Random Reviews Incorporated.

The Night Caller (1965)

The Navy vs. the Night Monsters (1966)

Dinosaurus! (1960)

The Call of Cthulhu (2005)

The Cat Creature (1973)

The Curse (1987)

Attack of the Crab Monsters (1957)

Lovers Lane (2000)

DNA (1996)

Matthew Blackheart: Monster Smasher (2002)

Stranded (1987)

Late Night With the Devil (2024)

Just to reiterate, the book should be out in late June or early July.  Start saving your allowance now!

Blood Capsule #193

BONES (2001)

I remember renting Bones when it hit video shelves in early 2002.  I liked it.  Does it hold up to further scrutiny?  Actually, this is a rare case where my opinion has not weathered with time.  I feel exactly the same way about it as I did when I was seventeen.  Apparently, Snoop Dogg is a big horror nut.  I don't know how the hell my memory retained this information, but in an interview with Fangoria magazine, he claimed that his favorite horror film was Phantasm.  I can see the parallels, as they are both effects-heavy features (especially Phantasm II).  Snoop pulls just as much inspiration from 70's blaxploitation, a sub-genus of pop culture that is quite fashionable in the Coccaro household.  No, really.  I adore Blacula.  Not to brag (that's what I say when I'm bragging), but I have an original one-sheet for Scream, Blacula, Scream.  It's hot pink.  Gotta love the 70's.

The plot is barebones.  Snoop plays a paragon of virtue in his community.  After he is gunned down by crooked cops, the ghetto practically disintegrates in his absence.  Cut to modern day.  The blood-spattered dress of an old flame (an emphatically foxy Pam Grier) aids in reconstituting his remains.  Maggot storms ensue.  Bones was shepherded by Ernest Dickerson.  That dude doesn't play around when it comes to crafting stylish, spook-infused fright flicks.  He also directed Tales from the Crypt: Demon Knight, if that tells you anything.  There are so many cool, creative shots here (my favorite involving a bleeding billiards table).  Bones is an easy recommendation, although it's far from perfect.  I didn't care for the lopsided stabs at comedy, and our main coterie of characters comes across as flat.  A post-Ginger Snaps Katharine Isabelle is completely wasted.  But I digress.

I wouldn't be mad if someone gifted me the soundtrack.  Just saying.

Random Match Alert

I know what you're thinking.  "Dom, are you about to show me the match that planted the seed for Adam Bomb's face turn in 1994?"  Yes.  Yes, I am.  And you're welcome.

The Great Z'Dar Uprising

So I recently started uploading some of my Blood Capsules to Letterboxd.  You can assign a star rating to each movie, which got me thinking.  I might as well use my patented Z'Dar system for the Blood Capsules.  Originally, I only used them for full-length reviews, but c'mon.  Robert Z'Dar demands more attention.  This means I'm going to add Z'Dar ratings to all of my pre-existing Capsules.  Unnecessary?  Yes.  Kind of exhausting?  Yes.  But I want to do it!

For copyright reasons, Z'Dar ratings will not be appearing in the book.  Lame, I know.  Anyway, this is going to take a few epochs, but Z'Dar z'deserves it.

Blood Capsule #192

BLOOD DOLLS (1999)

I probably shouldn't have attempted to watch Blood Dolls last night.  For one thing, it's Blood Dolls (more on that later).  Secondly, my brain was in the process of shutting down during the opening credits.  I was just way too sleepy.  For whatever ungodly reason, I soldiered on, so I'm not 100% sure that I didn't dream this movie.  Not only was I staving off intermittent bouts of encephalitis lethargica, but this flick is also seriously loopy.  Being a Full Moon artifact, it was written and directed by Charles Band.  You'd think that I would be impervious to his brand of singular quirk by now.  But no, I'm struggling to describe this...what is this anyway?  Was it necessary for Band to take another pass at the much-lampooned "killer doll" subgenre?  I suppose I should be thankful that I never have to sit through Retro Blood Dolls or Dollman vs. Blood Dolls.  As if!

Okay, the plot.  Hold onto something.  An eccentric billionaire has found a way - through what kind of gnarled alchemy, I couldn't even begin to guess - to kidnap his enemies and transform them into literal dolls.  There is something about an antitrust lawsuit, but the particulars are neither germane nor do I care to remember them.  So this billionaire.  He wears a comically large Halloween mask, he domineers over two servants (one dwarf, one clown), and he has his own house band.  By the way, it's an all-girl group that he keeps in a cage.  Y'know, the more I write about Blood Dolls, the more credence I give to the theory that I simply dreamed it up.  To add insult to injury, it's not explicitly entertaining.  We do get some mild gore.  Meh.  Like I said, it's Blood Dolls.  I need to take a nap.

Album Cover of the Whatever

To be honest, I wasn't particularly enthused by Anima Hereticae's Descended from the Mountains on a musical level, but look at that cover.  Geez.

Blood Sugar Sex Aliens

Did you know that Flea starred as an alien in 1987's Stranded?  Because man, I didn't until I watched and reviewed it for the book.  Speaking of which, would you like to know which movies I'm reviewing exclusively for the book?  Assuming you responded in the affirmative, I'll post a list of book-only reviews...soon.  Ish.  Yeah, soon-ish.  Maybe in May.  There aren't that many, but I did go to the effort of writing them, so there.

For the record, my favorite Chili Pepper dish is Californication.  And One Hot Minute is underrated.

#@^#%

DO NOT watch 2001's A Crack in the Floor.  Dear God in heaven, it's dreadful.  It pissed me off so much, I'm not even going to review it.  Ordinarily, I would, but no.  I'm reclaiming my life.  #@^#% this movie.  You see all this black space beneath the text?  You're better off staring at it for 90 minutes.  Okay, I've typed too much.  End of.

It's time for another contest!

Boom!  Contest announcement!  Just like that.  And this one is super easy.  All you have to do to enter is join the Facebook Fan Club (it's similar in spirit to the Burger King Kids Club).  There will be a random drawing in two weeks.  The winner will receive a RANDOM REVIEWS CARE PACKAGE!!!  Yes, all caps was a bold choice, but the package will include...

3 Movies (VHS or DVD, maybe both)

2 Comic Books

2 Old Horror Magazines

1 Pack of Super Cool Trading Cards

Probably Candy

And who knows what else I might toss in there!?  I'm thinking of doing this every four months, so be sure to join the Fan Club so you don't miss out in August and December.  U.S. residents only!

Blood Capsule #191

ISLAND OF TERROR (1966)

I have a nagging headache, but I simply must tell you about this daffy sci-fi/horror cakewalk.  Island of Terror pits Peter Cushing against a roving band of silicates.  What are silicates?  They are amoeboid (that's a word, I swear) lifeforms that feed on calcium.  In essence, they drink your bones and leave you a ropy mess of flesh.  It's a fairly brutal death, and I have to heap praises on the special effects department for devising charmingly grotesque models of the jelly-like victims.  Needless to say, the film has a grim tone.  I would comment on the cast, but aside from Cushing, no one really stands out.  I'm not complaining, mind you.  Island of Terror is a bit of an ensemble picture, and as such, a few of the faces are interchangeable.  Likewise, a few of the accents are unintelligible.

For those interested, our amorphous antagonists were created in a laboratory to eat cancer cells.  At times, I was reminded of The Green Slime.  Regrettably, the silicates do not come equipped with their own theme song.  This flick was directed by the ever-dependable Terence Fisher.  Sandwiched in between Frankenstein Created Woman and Dracula: Prince of Darkness, it has the feel of a lost Hammer production.  The pace is rather prompt, save for a dead spot here and there. For example, I don't think we needed lingering shots of the scientists slipping into full-body condoms...I mean, radiation suits.  But hey, it is what it is.  Recommended to fans of bread pudding.

Rassle Inn #49

Well, that was entertaining.  I watched the second night of Wrestlemania 40 with a friend, and we both agreed that it felt like the ending of an epic, grandiose movie.  There were cameos, loose ends were tied up, and of course, we got the satisfaction of seeing the forces of good prevail over the forces of evil.  I want to make one thing clear, however.  This could have happened at last year's Wrestlemania.  The delay was ultimately pointless, and plus, that would have freed them up to chase after Rock vs. Roman (not to mention the fact that people would have embraced it, too).

I'm not trying to be the sole voice of dissension just for the sake of negativity.  But!  The words of a wise man (no, not that wise man) are ringing in my ears on a busy, percolating Monday afternoon.  After Wrestlemania 39 had ended with a whimper, he offered the following: "Just picture over 80,000 frenzied fans waiting for the moment - the tacit permission given by storytelling - to explode into a quasar of cheers, only to be socked in the gut and left flat."  That's what happened last year, and no one can convince me that it was the right move to make.  That's old news, though.  Let's enjoy Cody's run with the belt, even if it only lasts for a couple months.

The rest of Wrestlemania 40 was rock solid.  Jey Uso superkicking the piss out of his brother was really the only weak spot.  We bore witness to El Generico's finisher.  Bayley's redemption arc came full circle.  The Undertaker chokeslammed The Rock...!  Yeah, I'd say it was a fun show.  As a sidenote, be sure to watch the Bray Wyatt documentary that premiered on Peacock.  It's a tough sit (emotionally speaking), but it's definitely worth your two-hour investment.  I guess that's all I have to say.  I suppose I could comment on Tony Khan's latest ratings ploy.  Nah, I'll save it for a future installment of Rassle Inn.

Raw starts soon.  Now that will be interesting.

Blood Capsule #190

ARACHNIA (2003)

If I wasn't such a forgiving horror freak, I would start this review by referring to Brett Piper as a joke of all trades.  Only one problem with that assessment...this dude is no joke.  Shame on the carping critics over on IMDb.  If you weren't privy, Piper wrote and directed Arachnia.  In addition, he spearheaded the special effects department, a weighty task undertaken on nearly all of his films.  Color me impressed.  He isn't the first artisan to wear multiple hats on the set of a b-circus, but he may have been the first to utilize stop-motion animation when it would have been easier (not to mention more cost-effective) to take the rubbery route.  I often wish my parents would have taken the rubbery route.  Hey-o!  Here is the synopsis you ordered.  Actually, now would be a good time for a paragraph break.

Still with me?  So a plane goes down amidst a flurry of meteorites.  The survivors of the crash hole up in a deserted house adjacent to a cowshed of sorts.  The owner of the property has a gun and a well-preserved spider corpse.  Those two things are not related, but I should mention that the spider is the size of a tractor.  Our cast of characters - a professor and his students - theorize that the meteor shower may have awakened a whole host of these varmints.  The death sequences are fantastic.  Doltish dialogue will try your nerves, but when the fit hits the shan, watch out.  I have to tip my typing wand to Piper, mainly for throwing in the most random lesbian sex scene in the history of mankind.  Those two girls.  I don't know their names, but...yeah, they're talented.  Anyway, Arachnia is splendid.  I need to apprehend the rest of Brett Piper's filmography.

FACTOID: 74% of alien spiders turn to a life of crime.  It's sad, really.

Random Match Alert

I wasn't watching wrestling when CM Punk debuted on ECW, so I'm seeing a lot of this stuff with fresh eyes.  Man, this show had a different vibe, didn't it?  I kinda dig it.  In any event, what we have here is essentially a squash.  It's a shame that Kevin Thorn never clicked with audiences.  Dude was talented.

PS-Rassle Inn will make its much-awaited (lol) return next week after I've endured both nights of Wrestlemania.

Book Update

We are creeping ever closer to holding Blood Capsules: The Book (that won't be the actual title) in our hands.  I commissioned a super cool artist for the cover, but it won't be ready until June.  That gives me a little more time to pack reviews into this thing.  It could potentially top out at over 200 pages!  If you're wondering, the book will contain at least 15 reviews that you won't be able to find on this website.  Some are BRAND NEW, while others are BRAND OLD (like, really old).

So this will be the last book update until I'm ready to publish, although I may give a sneak peek at the cover when it's available.  Until then, I will continue to write like a madman.  Like a madman, I say.  We're almost there, folks!

Blood Capsule #189

THE LAST DINOSAUR (1977)

I just got back from seeing Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire.  And last night, I watched a goofy tokusatsu spectacle that no one cares about.  Which film should I review?  Better question - which film do you think I'm going to review?  Realistically, what could I say about the latest chapter in Legendary's monsterverse that you couldn't predict with infallible accuracy?  It's basically a WWE pay-per-view.  You know I dug it.  What you may not know is that Rankin-Bass took a break from seasonal stop-motion animation in the mid-70's to copilot a kaiju picture starring Richard Boone as a creepy, eccentric big game hunter who winds up foraging for provisions on a remote strip of land in the Pacific.  Or the Atlantic.  Either way, he tracks down a T-Rex.  Man-in-a-suit shenanigans ensue.

Aren't you glad I decided to tackle The Last Dinosaur?  Is it too late to switch reviews mid-stream?  Nevermind.  I'll trudge forward.  If this audit is anything like the film on offer, it should be a jaunty footslog.  There is plenty of beastie-wrangling action to behold.  The special effects are perfectly acceptable, considering the bantam budget.  This was originally headed for a theatrical release, but it was thrown to ABC at the last minute.  More on the dinosaur suit...it was later repurposed for Dinosaur War Aizenborg, a TV series that combined anime with miniature set destruction.  I can wholeheartedly recommend The Last Dinosaur if you enjoyed 1960's Dinosaurus! or 1974's The Land That Time Forgot.  I can also recommend Godzilla x Kong, but that goes without saying.

The Gall of Chucky

I've been seeing advertisements for the upcoming season of Chucky.  Having never imbibed the series, I sat down to watch the first episode last night.  And that's about all I'm going to watch.  What the hell was that???  It doesn't bother me that Don Mancini is straining to be woke, but this is ridiculous.  In what universe would a middle schooler host a "true crime" podcast?  Don't even get me started on the talent show segment.  Normally, a supernaturally-charged slasher would be able to fall back on its inventive kills, but here, we get Chucky electrocuting someone via vomit.  Wow.

Does this show get any better?  Should I try one of the later seasons?  Or should I just stick with Child's Play 2?  I should mention that I dig the entire franchise, but the second entry is unequivocally rad.  Maybe it's just nostalgia talking.  Let me know if I should give Chucky another chance.

Blood Capsule #188

SUBSPECIES V: BLOODRISE (2023)

This one hurts.  It's never fun writing a negative review, but I was really looking forward to this long-delayed sequel.  Hell, I didn't know that it existed until a few days ago.  Whatever happened to the spindly, all-reaching fingers of Full Moon's marketing department?  Apparently, they are just as ineffectual as the spindly, all-reaching fingers of Radu.  Remember Radu?  He used to be cool.  He's depicted here as a near-prehistoric fossil who only speaks above a whisper and engages in sluggish, poorly-staged swordfights.  Bah.  The first act shows promise.  We are treated to Radu's origin story.  His mother was a demon, while his father was a vampire.  Raised by monks, he spends the majority of his adult life battling enemies of the church until he runs into an objectively hot Denice Duff.  She acts as the catalyst that gives Radu his fangs.

First, I was bumfuzzled by Barbara Crampton in Suitable Flesh.  Now this...these ladies are clearly witches.  And that's fine by me.  I just wish Duff's role was a bit more substantial.  As for Anders Hove, there is nothing wrong with his performance, but he does seem bored here and there.  I can't blame him.  Bloodrise is paced with the zeal and alacrity of an oil painting.  No, a software update.  In quarantine.  It's slow, folks.  It's very, very slow.  Do I have anything nice to say?  Yes, actually.  The film looks superb.  Full Moon productions haven't been this silky and sumptuous since the Paramount days.  I'm sure that won't stop Charles Band from cheapening it with a catalog's worth of merchandise.  Oh, who am I kidding?  I want Radu socks as much as the next guy.

Dom vs. Evil Ernie

I don't review many comics these days (and let's be honest, my knowledge of the medium was always suspect), but I'm still buying them at a feverish pace.  Every once in awhile, I read one so groovy, I have to tell someone about it.  Today, that someone is you.  Congratulations!

So I recently picked up Evil Ernie vs. The Movie Monsters, which dropped in March of 1997.  My God, that was 27 years ago.  I'd rather not dwell on that.  Anyway, our story follows Ernie as he visits a tumbledown amusement park after hours.  It's meant to mimic Universal Studios.  Sure enough, we run into copyright-friendly versions of Dracula, The Wolf Man, and Frankenstein among others (a certain hockey mask makes an appearance).  If you guessed that Ernie butchers all of them, you'd be right, but his first instinct is to act like a fanboy.  These monsters are his heroes!  I knew I dug Ernie for a reason.

Blood Capsule #187

ZARKORR! THE INVADER (1996)

There is a making-of clip that plays after the feature presentation on my VHS copy of Zarkorr! The Invader (you can check, but I'm sure it's on your copy as well).  The creative team behind this underachiever seems to be under the impression that their star monster will be a hit with fans.  They even went to the trouble of drumming up a theme song, which I admit, is a catchy little number.  Obviously, Zarkorr is a love letter to kaiju clashes from the 60's and 70's.  What shouldn't be obvious is the fact that the requisite scenes of creature suit carnage were shot before writer Neal Marshall Stevens had a chance to write the script.  Well, guess what?  It's pretty obvious.  The stale "exposition" is intercut - almost indiscriminately - with glamor shots of Zarkorr (I'm omitting the exclamation point in a vain bid to preserve my dignity) erupting from a pink precipice and demolishing miniatures.

That sentence was too long.  Also too long?  Zarkorr, which barely scrapes the 80-minute mark.  The film comes courtesy of Monster Island Entertainment, a shingle conceived by Charles Band to pay homage to Toho classics of yesteryear.  A nice idea, but the venture became insolvent after only a couple of years.  We got one other monster mash out of the deal, the equally mediocre Kraa! The Sea Monster.  Yes, I've seen it, and no, I'm not reviewing it.  Boo and hiss all you want.  It's funny; the main character is chosen by aliens to save the Earth because he is average.  Middling.  The mean.  And that's exactly how I would describe Zarkorr! The Invader.  It's not worth saying that I've seen worse, but of course, I've seen worse.  Who hasn't?  I'm in the market for a better measuring stick.