That’s right kiddlywinks, H-Day, and the Grand Finale of #CoffinHop, are mere days away. While not all of my plans have come to fruition, I now only have three big prizes left to bestow. Throw your peepers on this:
Today’s prize is this lovely custom made bookmark from Designs By The Divine Ms Liz, this one being the “Vampire Tears” bookmark. “Swarovski crystals in clear, antique pink and siam red, make up the ends of this black satin ribbon line.” This lovely object d’art will be lovingly placed within the pages of an autographed print copy of A Career Guide To Your Job In Hell and accompanied by a copy of Dark Moon Digest #3 and a few Halloweeny treats.
How to win? I want your best Devils’s Night, All Hallow’s Eve or Samhain haikus. Leave them in the comments and tomorrow morning – spent, exhausted and bleary-eyed – I will devour them with my morning pots of coffee and decree a winner with the help of my ever-present demon-monkey helpers.
Now get the hell on out there and check out the other 90-some authors who have been kicking it in the love bumps for you ALL WEEK LONG. These people have transcended normal human limitations and become Gods Among Hoppers. Give them some love. www.coffinhop.blogspot.com
**OK, so it took an extra day, kill me why don’tcha? I had to take the missus for some Helloween inkin’ and then came home to find the homestead beseiged by a wandering tribe of Zombie Samsquamch and me boyos fighting them off with spears fashioned from Transformers and sharpened Lego blocks. Once I entered the fray with my tri-furcated chainsaw, and armed the lads with their nickle-plated .45’s, we made short work of them and had a lovely dinner of ‘Squamch steaks and maple whiskey-beer. Then we sat down to pick a winner… #1 Son chose Julie Jansen’s tidbit; Thing 2 chose the Red Tash entry; Ms Liz chose Amy Marshall’s Haikuzen and I was taken with Lizzy L’s smartassery. Finding ourselves at a standstill, we resorted to a game of knifey-spooney. That led to much spilled syrup, copious amounts of alligator tears and 36 stitches bisecting the tattoo of Hervé Villechaize on my left buttock. It also led to the naming of The Divine One as Ultimate Fighting Champion of Southern Alberta. Therefore, it pleases me to no end to announce Her Badassednesses decree – WINNER WINNER, CHICKEN DINNER – Amy Marshall!!**
Yesssirrreeeeee Bob! The happy surprise I mentioned that showed up in the mail the other day? A beautiful new Blu-ray copy of my all-time favorite 90’s video naughty, Frankenhooker! Courtesy of the fine folks at Synapse Films.
unfortunate fiancee, Elizabeth (the gorgeous and comedically brilliant Patty Mullen, in the worst excuse for a fat suit ever put on film – seriously – it’s a 90’s sweatsuit with some trashbags stuffed in the front of the pants). Frank works for the New Jersey power company, but dabbles in “bioelectric engineering” in his spare time, which means he’s an all-around mad scientist who fuses eyeballs to pickled brains and battles fatigue by jamming a Black & Decker power drill into the soft spot behind his ear. Long story short, Frank designs an automated mega-mower for his soon-to-be Pops-in-law, which Lizzy (of course) accidently fires up and turns herself into coleslaw. Frank has her head preserved in the strange purple goo in his freezer and soon sets about building her a new body from New York’s most physically perfect streetwalkers. Perfect, as in he puts them all in a room and measure them with calipers and tapes. What follows is a smorgasboard of cartoony violemnce, exploding hookers, super-crack, and the greatest Frankensteiner monster of all, a 6 foot tall wonder woman with a club foot and a facial twitch that would put Curly Howard to shame. To paraphrase the mighty Joe Bob Briggs, blood, breasts and beasts are in full effect.
Really, what else would you expect from the man who brought us grindhouse classics like the Basket Case flicks and Brain Damage, the best boy-and-his-giant-hallucinogenic-alien-penis story ever told? Henenlotter brings his trademark surreal body horror, slapstick comedy and love for boobies to the Frankestein mythos and succeeds in creating one of the most bizarrely hilarious films of the era. James Lorinz, who Henenlotter “discovered” as an usher at New York’s Cinema 1,2,3, is perfect as the blue-collar nutjob genius, with his bleary eyes, Jersey accent and mumbling delivery. Mullens, who retired after knocking this one out of the park, is at turns sexy, funny, sweet and bloody terrifying. Her facial expressions and dedication to the schtick (stomping down the street, shoving giant pimps out of her way, shouting “Wanna date? Got any money? Wanna Party?”) make the film the gem it is. Admittedly, the ending feels a little slapped together and too ridiculous, even for this movie, but just like Frankenhooker herself, the sum of the parts is so much greater than the skanky bits it started with. Also keep an eye out for appearances by Louise Lasser, David Lipman, porn star Heather Hunter and the legendary horror host Zacherley.
SO SAYETH OPTIMUS PRIME!
Just finished 3x interviews today about the #CoffinHop. One little 5-question nugget is available now on Fellow #CoffinHop alumni Mary Rajotte’s awesome new site
Ciao miei amici!
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