The movie would have been before 1985. It was RANKIN & BASS-esque puppetry or claymation. A little boy lives with his grandma (I think) and he buys her a Christmas gift (could have been an ornament?)
On his way home some bullies beat him up and he falls on it and breaks it.
Any ideas from anyone? Or do I have a really fertile imagination?
—Elizabeth
Hi,
I'm registered on the site as Ab-Normal and was wondering if I could submit a Name That Trauma?
It's technically for my girlfriend although she doesn't know about it as I am looking for the book in question as a Christmas gift for her.
It's a book with an old lady in it who treats dolls like babies and, I believe, is desperate to have one of her own and eventually steals one; I think the couple she stole it from were quite important in the book as well.
The scene that frightened my girlfriend was one where the woman thinks one of the dolls has been misbehaving, or just bad, and melts the doll's face over the gas ring of the oven.
I have no clue as to how the book ended or anything other than that I'm afraid. I've tried Googling various word combinations but nothing has shown up!
UPDATE: NAME THAT TRAUMA SOLVED! Special thanks to readers Hexjumper & Riverstone22 for closing the book on this one with "Mine" by Robert McCammon.
Do you have a twitter account? Do you have a Netflix streaming account? Well, then do I have something for you if you don't happen to have something better to do. On Tuesday, November 16th at exactly 10pm Eastern time (7 Pacific) we ask that you start watching TENTACLES on Netflix! Hopefully a bunch of us horror fans will be watching it at the exact same time and we can tweet our thoughts live! I'm telling you this could be fun. All ya gotta do is send your tweetings with the hashtag #kindertweet and we'll all be in the same spot at the same time!
If you don't want to do it that's alright (sob), me and Aunt John will just sadly tweet back and forth to each other. I'll be O.K. I suppose as long as I get to hear the incredible TENTACLES soundtrack. C'mon, 1977's TENTACLES stars big names like HENRY FONDA, JOHN HUSTON and most importantly SHELLY WINTERS. Plus, don't forget you will also meet an octopus!
So remember TUESDAY at TEN (EST), TENTACLES on Netflix streaming & send post your tweets with #kindertweet! It's the most fun you'll ever have being scared (by an octopus.)
Our very special guest this Funhouse is everybody's pal THE MIKE, mastermind of the one of a kind FROM MIDNIGHT, WITH LOVE! His royal MIKEness has provided us with some exceptionally dark and scary images to identify today but worry not gentle ones, for he is on hand to dish out the hints if you should stumble about! Good luck to you all and make sure you show your appreciation for THE MIKE by dropping by his spectacular homestead HERE!
How did I come up with the idea for this post "Satan's Unsung"? It was easy, first I started working on "Seven From The Seventies: Part 2" and then I totally lost my steam after four films. Luckily each movie I had mentioned had Satan in it so I retitled the post and viola! I love it when a plan comes together in such a way that it cuts my work nearly in half while simultaneously exposing the type of non follow-through that has kept me from getting anywhere in life! Hail, Satan!
THE MEPHISTO WALTZ (1971)
ROSEMARY'S BABY opened the door for many a cinematic occult tale and the seldom-mentioned body-switcher movie THE MEPHISTO WALTZ is in my opinion, one of the better ones. Sure, it's a bit overstuffed and convoluted, but there's more than enough swirly seventies strangeness to keep you on your hooves. Fans of NIGHT GALLERY-type distorted images and kooky camera angles take special note.
Truth is, MEPHISTO sports one quick visual, a dog wearing a mask of a human face, which I have always found highly effective. It's nearly as alarming as the costumed indiscretion in THE SHINING, it foresees the banjo-bum/doggie hybrid from INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS and holy Haddonfield, sources say the mask itself is the same WILLIAM SHATNER design that was later used in a flick called HALLOWEEN. A little streamlining would have gone a long way and ALAN ALDA is woefully miscast but that lone bizarre image and the presences of JAQUELINE BISSET (THE DEEP), BARBARA PARKINS (VALLEY OF THE DOLLS) and PAMELYN FERDIN (THE TOOLBOX MURDERS) render most of MEPHISTO's lapses in judgment benign. (No offense, Mr. ALDA, you rule in CRIMES AND MISDEMEANERS!)
THE BROTHERHOOD OF SATAN (1971)
BROTHERHOOD has a shockingly low rating on IMDb which leads me to believe that people are insane. In some ways I think it may be the most consistently creepy (and I mean creepy in every sense of the word) movie that I've ever seen. Perhaps some are put off by its long stretches of inactive silence, but I find those periods only add to the overall tide of weirdness. Avoid the pan and scan version like the plague, this has to be seen in all of its widescreen glory. I also suggest throwing literal mindedness out the window. If you allow this baby to be as surreal as it needs to be, it's a bonanza of visual and audio strangeness. Dolls and statues come to life, fog roams the countryside like a living force and there is a tea party gutted straight out of a demonic version of ALICE IN WONDERLAND.
This PG anomaly involves children being kidnapped by elderly Satanists with the plan of switching bodies for a free extra ride on the Ferris wheel of life. The premise is intrinsically disturbing if not terribly original and for someone who is easily scared by old people like myself, it really inspires the cringes. In fact I'm starting to believe that in a lot of these seventies flicks the fear of Satan really just masks a post sixties exasperation that that the "old ways" can never be fully scraped off our shoes. Call me nutzo, but sans the light doses of psychedelia the overall mise-en-scene here reminds me of an amalgamation of vintage JOHN CARPENTER and as always, the dropping of the JC name stands as my highest praise. If you can stomach some good old-fashioned ambiguity this is a gloriously eccentric quiet storm of freakiness that demands reappraisal.
THE EVIL (1978)
Who doesn't love a haunted house movie? The problem is some reach for subtlety and grab uneventful and long winded instead. THE EVIL seems to know that it doesn't have the mastery required to go the suggestive route so it pulls out all the stops and puts on a real show. This is a haunted house movie where things go down and they go down in your face (utilizing mostly practical effects, thankfully.) It flirts with silliness and plays with many a cliché but you can't accuse it of not delivering. RICHARD CRENNA is a psychologist who along with his wife and a merry band of victims in waiting decide to restore an old house with a troubled past. Slasher tropes are utilized to separate and dispense of the group one by one and folks are pulled around and pushed about by unseen forces as if auditioning for PARANORMAL ACTIVITY 3.
THE EVIL was filmed in a real castle in Montezuma, New Mexico and, per usual, the utilizing of an actual space with authentic history pays off. Frankly the location alone is more than enough to recommend this movie. THE EVIL is more frivolous fun than under the skin unsettling, but it's not completely brain dead either. Unlike many a haunted house flick it comes off as generally interested in the supernatural. An eleventh hour, from left field, appearance of hokey VICTOR BUONO as Satan himself may leave an unnecessary campy taste in some mouths but I refuse to throw stones at something so unexpected and idiosyncratic (not to mention, PHANTASM-y!) THE EVIL has just recently and finally been released on DVD, and if you're fond of the seventies and have a soft spot for haunted house movies then this is a must see that, despite its hoary nature, still throws some original curves.
THE REDEEMER: SON OF SATAN (1978)
THE REDEEMER: SON OF SATAN doesn't have Satan in it, but if the title is to be believed then it does feature his kid (this one also goes by CLASS REUNION MASSACRE.) I'm guessing Satan's son is the little boy who walks out of a lake who takes a bus to a church and then possesses a priest who contacts six people to come to a fake class reunion where he kills them one by one for being sinners while brandishing puppets and wearing a variety of disguises. I'm not sure why Satan is suddenly against sinning or why having a job and a sex life are considered worse sins than torturing and murdering people, but I guess we all have different interpretations of the Bible. I kind of wish somebody had an interpretation that wasn't really mean but what do I know? I eat shellfish. Maybe they're saying something here about how religion can be used to hide the devil's work but that still doesn't explain why the priest has extra thumbs.
I'm not sure if I like this movie as much as I'm fascinated by its baffling morality and penchant for talking out of both sides of its mouth. It's all kind of shoddily done but I'd be fibbing (a sin) if I didn't admit that it gave me some heebie jeebies. The goofy masks, the mocking voice, the mean spiritedness of the kills, all kind of make me want to take a Silkwood shower and thus I find it successful. It's ridiculous and yet the grim, claustrophobic mood kind of works in a weird way. Plus, considering it was released before HALLOWEEN ya gotta give it props for its intuition on the direction horror would be heading. It may be the bottom of the barrel that we're scraping here but slasher fans who relish the twisted in spirit and don't mind a little gritty residue may find this hobbled together oddity a guilty (and perplexing) trash treasure.
Hi there. My old daycare used to show films every month or so. One of these films scarred me for years. It was about trolls. It listed categories of trolls. Some dug cavities in your teeth with pickaxes. Some walked around with their head under their arm. The scariest for me was the one who snuck into your room while you slept and twist your fingers. No matter how much you hurt, the troll would keep twisting, and you wouldn't wake up. That film had me sleeping with my hands under the covers for years. What the heck was my daycare showing us? Any idea? This was in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, if that helps.
In the late ‘80s, when I was about 9 or 10, OVIDE AND THE GANG aired on UK children's TV. It was a Canadian cartoon about a blue platypus and his friends, and their adventures on a South Sea island. OVIDE AND THE GANG was a fairly mild, gentle show, and to be honest I don't have many strong memories of what occurred in each episode. Apart from one thing…
After each episode, the credits would roll over a montage of clips of the characters happily horsing around, to the strains of the upbeat, calypso style theme tune. Some slightly jarring, random shots then followed of a volcano violently erupting on the island. Seconds later, this was forgotten about and it was back to the montage of the characters happily horsing around again.
Then, in the last few seconds of the credits, a character called Sy (a nasty snake) was shown asleep in his house. Two mosquitoes would then fly in through the window, pierce his neck, and start sucking his blood. Then, it cut to a shot of a COFFIN, and suddenly ended. All to the same happy calypso theme tune. Having located this credit sequence on YouTube more than two decades later, it still creeps me out.
OVIDE may well have been a great little cartoon, but my overriding memory is of these bizarre, dark images inserted briefly into the credit sequence, completely out of step with the rest of the show. The rest of it can't have been as weird as that, surely?
M
UNK SEZ:: Best to watch in full screen! Thanks go to our Pal Mickster for sending these our way. As you might recall she had a "Name That Trauma!" concerning this record way back HERE!
I'm so not shocked that I enjoyed the heck out of BEST WORST MOVIE, the documentary about the fantastic fandom that grows like thick green moss around the movie TROLL 2. I mean really, the trailer alone left me ferklempt. I'm just a sucker for stories about trashed underdogs rising from the ashes plus, BEST WORST celebrates the type of enthusiasm for cinema that gets me all a giddy by proxy. TROLL 2 is certainly not the worst movie ever made but it could be the most lovably bizarre and it's comforting to know that such an awkward runt found a home with such a warm, blanketing crowd. Even if you're not a fan of the film you no doubt have your own facsimile, a movie that no matter how many people disparage you‘d still take a bullet for; some dumb dopey movie with big brown puppy dog eyes a' sparkling. (Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about CATHY'S CURSE)
Critics, naysayers, uptight haters and pretentious snobs are politely invited to bite it and bite it hard. The people have spoken and nobody wants to hear your bummer twaddle anymore. What is inspiring about BEST WORST MOVIE isn't the film TROLL 2 but what that film represents, the simple idea that love is in the eye of the beholder. I expected this movie to dish out the fuzzy feelings and it did, but it accomplishes that in the first half hour and then quite admirably it pushes further, it does a little more. Go, BEST WORST MOVIE, go!
Director (and star of the original train wreck) MICHAEL STEPHENSON has made a legitimate documentary here and not a vanity piece. He's smart enough to know to step aside and allow a bigger picture to unfold. TROLL 2 is a weirdo magnet and I mean that in the best possible way. There are so many satellite stories and interesting characters jumping about that I pity the fool who had to select scenes to drop on the cutting room floor.
DR. GEORGE HARDY who played the father in the original has got to be the most affable guy on Earth, a dream(?) hybrid of JIM J. BULLOCK and FLASH GORDON's SAM JONES. He's impossible not to like, even as he bristles at horror fans at a convention and admits that they make him want to repeatedly wash his hands. On the opposite side of the fence from HARDY's wild gregariousness is MARGO (who are the Goblins?) PREY who played the mother in T2. MARGO has gone all SHIRLEY JACKSON and crashed down somewhere between GREY GARDENS and yours truly. Yes, she's a shut-in with cat posters hanging on the wall and she's eleven hundred types of awesome.
What makes BWM really special and more than worthy of an Oscar nom for best doc is the fact that it catches a spectrum of different interpretations of its subject matter. It would have been easy to just focus on the fluffy fandom but beyond its RASHOMON recognitions of the actual creation of the film, BWM tells us something true about art in general as its meaning, worth and identity fluctuates depending on who you ask. The director believes he has captured Americana, the writer is convinced that she has created an indictment against vegetarians, HARDY gets that it's funny but doesn't seem to understand to whom it may be funny to and PREY, glorious PREY, with the delusional certainty of a TENNESSEE WILLIAMS heroine, likens TROLL 2 to CASABLANCA. Like any great documentarian STEPHENSON gives all of these visions unbiased attention and the final result ends up telling us more about how we all live in our own conjured realities than it does about the fictional town of NILBOG.
In other words don't be fooled by how fun this movie is it to watch, not only does it reveal something reaffirming about film fandom in general but it also ends up suggesting something astute about the human experience. We all live in universes of our own creation when it comes right down to it and in my universe TROLL 2 resembles CASABLANCA more and more with each passing year.
NOTE: Visit BEST WORST MOVIE at its official home right over HERE!
