Greetings and salutations. You've successfully arrived at the bloody disgusting network.

The passage of time will now bring you to something strange, unique, and idiosyncratic.

Have a good time.

Shh!

Listen to this. This is the tape I found downstairs.

It has been a number of years since I began excavating the ruins of Kandar with a group of my colleagues.

Now my wife and I have retreated to a small cabin in the solitude of these mountains.

I believe I have made a significant find in the Kandarian ruins, a volume of ancient

Sumerian burial practices and funerary incantations.

It is entitled, Nachiran de Monte Monte, roughly translated Book of the Dead.

From the Narl Woods of Michigan, to the Sun Kiss Skyline of LA. We are Halloween

He said I hope you understand when you read this love that you're better off without me,

Cus surround me is stormy weather, stormy weather.

Stormy Weather

always surrounds me.

Happy Halloween, trick-or-treaters, dreamers, campers, suspects, and deadites. I'm your host Michael Maniac Ash Rothman, sitting here in this rickety-old cabin, waiting for our big conversation on Fettie Alvarez's 2013

remake of Sam Ramey's seemingly inimitable the Evil Dead and while we wait for that chat which is still a couple weeks away

I thought we'd meditate not on our favorite horror remakes that's child's play and I don't mean

Charles Lee Ray no I want to talk about horror movies that actually warrant a horror

remake. Think back to all the ones that got it right. Kronenberg's the fly. Chuck Russell's

the blob. Alexandra Ahha's The Hills have eyes.

Philip Kaufman's body snatchers.

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