The Insectoid: Four Eyes Studios

The Nightmare -Gavin Wainwright- One night before The Nightmare… Allison gently crept out of Sally’s bedroom, the warm, yellow glow fading on her back.   Several dolls and stuffed toys sat eagerly perched on the side cupboard’s edge. Smiling, glassy eyed sentinels of moulded plastic and fine acrylic fibre observed blindly the blonde five-year old that now slept within.  The simulacra gave the illusion of protection that all parents sought for their offspring.   Sally had fallen asleep to her mother reading Clifford the Big Red Dog to her, a classic story about an oversized canine and the adventures he experiences.  Allison counted five times the same story had been read to Sally. Fictional characters are eternal and Ally wondered how many generations it was now who had been comforted by that big red mutt.  The little girl was zonked out fully and probably re-living the children’s story in the world of dreams, running through the streets and then riding a crimson...

'The Fog' is just gorgeous to look at. The vivid colour contrast on deep black is just beautiful really. The lighting of the fog is perfect.  I wont talk about the plot of The Fog except that it is a creeping certainty that slowly sneaks up you, like the ravages of Time, a decade here or there, and before you know it, you are languishing on your deathbed. This slow burn of a film, a coming Storm of Doom, runs rings around modern attempts at Atmosphere. Helmed by the genius himself, John Carpenter, he knows just what to omit or submit to create the fear of the unknown. The Fog speaks to our fear of the Creeping Death, something that haunted audiences once with the glacier slow of undead zombies. This film has the added enigma of the supernatural mist and a Town with a sordid past. A must watch for any lovers of that slow dread that sneaks under your skin at the Midnight watch and the dooming tick tock of the cruel clock. Nine out of Ten Skulls, Gavin Wain...