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Music to Make Horror Movies By: Maria Vidal

Published June 25, 2017 by biggayhorrorfan

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Sweet toned songstress Mara Vidal has a very public reminder of learning an ex-boyfriend was gay. Former beau (and master songwriter) Desmond Child’s lyrics for The Truth Comes Out on Runners in the Night, the last album of Desmond Child and Rouge (a band that Vidal was a member of), detail how Child revealed his orientation to her. 

The understanding Vidal, known in metal circles for her backing vocals on Kiss’ Paul Stanley’s solo album, went on, after that group’s disbandment, to be somewhat of a soundtrack queen. Body Rock, the title song to a Lorenzo Lamas vehicle, was the only song of hers to crack the Top 40 in the early ’80s. But horror comedy lovers know her best for contributing 2 tracks to 1985’s Once Bitten. 

Indeed, her seductive warbling on Hands Off! helped contribute to that film’s most memorable moment. Seemingly spoofing Chris Sarandon’s seduction of Amanda Bearse in Fright Night, here Lauren Hutton bedazzles a reluctantly flexible Jim Carrey on the dance floor.

Despite the magical mood created there, Vidal, who released a pretty self titled full length in 1987, never truly found the recognition that she deserves. 

But, for the lucky ones, her best performances will always live on in our neon stroked dreams.

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Until the next time, SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!


Hell of a Gal: Pulsebeat

Published January 12, 2017 by biggayhorrorfan


(Hell of a Gal explores the films of the ever luscious Euro Vixen Helga Liné.)

Mother Earth or mother of Daniel Greene…the stupendous Helga Liné is fit to play them all. Of course, in 1985’s Pulsebeat, a gloriously goofy Perfect take-off, she plays the latter with cool ease and directness. pulsebeat

Naturally, the big joke (of sorts) here is that Liné, at 53, is still gorgeous enough to be confused as the younger, muscular Greene’s ex-lover. The scriptwriters definitely spend the first half of the film leading the audience in that direction as Liné’s conniving Marlene tries to undermine the smooth and juicy Roger (Greene), her former employee, as he attempts to save his health club from certain extinction. Of course, Mama Bear is just lonely…and controlling…and wants her son at her side to help run her own oasis of perfection.

helga-2But by the time the two rival clubs are competing against each other in the film’s climatic, unconvincingly strenuous National Aerobithon, Marlene reveals a bulging pair of maternal instincts and urges her flesh and blood onto victory, despite her own business interests.

Unfortunately, sticking to the tried and true, the film, disappointingly yet unsurprisingly, does focus on Marlene’s physical upkeep with Roger, at one point, calling her “embalmed” and warning her about “her face cracking”. Granted this is a silly comedy, but these moments do stick out as another indication of how women, particularly those of a certain age, are viewed in society. Funnily, here, it almost comes off as ironic, as everyone involved treats Roger’s almost freakishly large muscles and slavish devotion to his body as a normal state of being while a middle aged woman’s attempts to grow older, gracefully, are treated with contempt. Thankfully, Liné, like every woman of grace and power, wears the insults well.helga-1

Until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!

Jackson Headlines Musical Horror Story

Published December 15, 2016 by biggayhorrorfan

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There is nothing that a gay dude loves more than a diva. Well, maybe there’s…but s-h-h-h…I can’t talk about that here. Anyhow, in my book, if anyone could take on Jessica Lange in the Chicago theater community, it’s the divinely eclectic Caitlin Jackson. Nicely, she seems to be doing just that with her role of Reverend Mother in The Cowardly Scarecrow Theatre Company’s Ryan Murphy send-up Musical Horror Story Exorcism.

From all glimpses, this production promises to offer a bit of blood, a lot of humor and, well, Ms. Jackson (pictured, right, in the photo)! There are only 3 performances left – Thursday, Friday and Saturday, December 15-17th, at the Charnel House, 3421 W. Fullerton, in Chicago. So throw all of your bad habits onto the CTA (or however you get about in this unholy city) and head on over!

More information is available at:

Until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!


Published September 8, 2016 by biggayhorrorfan


I babysat for a couple of kids in a rainy rectory once.

Thankfully, director-writer Jason Coffman has imagined something even more unusual with Housesitters. In this upcoming horror comedy, party-hearty friends, Angie and Izzie, discover something very strange in the basement of the estate that they are watching over. Naturally, many supernatural hi-jinks ensue.

Coffman has recently released a fun teaser trailer, featuring a number of enjoyable Euro horror references, for the film:

…and if you eventually get bored dipping your fingers in that bloody bong water, you can follow the film’s progress at

Until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!

On Ghostbusters

Published July 28, 2016 by biggayhorrorfan

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I should have been a Ghostbusters kid. I adored everything horror related from the time that I could remember and a comedy that featured green ectoplasm spewing spirits should have been right up my alley. But, I actually never even saw it until I was an adult. I should have been a Ghostbusters kid. But I wasn’t.

Lately, with the reboot so prominently fixated in film fans’ minds, I was wondering a bit about this and I think I’ve finally figured out why. It was too straight. Not that the ‘80s slashers films weren’t. But, at least with them, there was room for speculation among its chiseled final guys and athletic, half clothed male victims. But the comics (and comic actors) of that era – Eddie Murphy, Robin Williams, Chevy Chase, John Belushi, Richard Pryor, Gene Wilder, Steve Martin – all seemed so relentless heterosexual to me. In fact, as an awkward gay kid growing up in a small town, their humor didn’t seem designed for me at all. And, secretly, I wondered if it wasn’t even pointed at me, on occasion. Of course, Bill Murray and Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis, the leads of the original Ghostbusters, pretty much fell in with that crowd. Thus, the film never even buzzed around the corner lines of my interest until much, much later.

So, while I still puzzle over the appeal of such films as Stripes – as much as I want to, I really don’t get them – I have come to enjoy Ghostbusters. Not as much as those who grew up marching to its puffy white rhythms, but I have become much more enthusiastic about it as I age. I also have come to realize, especially in the wake of the rampant dismay about the female driven remake, that while the film, itself, wasn’t necessarily too straight for me, maybe some (or a whole lot, as the case may be) of its fans are.

ghostbusters_2016_watermarked_batch02_05How else do you explain the avalanche of false, negative ratings placed on sites about the film by people who hadn’t even seen it? How else do you reconcile the hatred lobbed at Leslie Jones, its black actress, on Twitter? How do else do you calculate the dismay expressed by some when its suggested that they go see the film just to guarantee that other action films starring women will have a chance at getting  green lit? Isn’t that a more worthy reason to see a film than simply because Ryan Gosling (or Kate Winslet or Ryan Reynolds) is in it and you never miss one of his movies?

In fact, it’s an especially valid reason to see the film because, as a whole, this Paul Feig reboot is solid entertainment. Granted, there is something a bit commercial and cookie cutter about it, following the original’s plotline as closely as it does. But Jones and (particularly) her co-star Kate McKinnon, as the madcap (vaguely lesbian) inventor of the bunch, are able to break out of the molds prescribed to them and do some amazingly fun and inventive work.  

And anyone who doesn’t thrill to watching women save the day while still finding ways to support each other, despite their differences, has to be a little heartless…and unconcerned about the future of America. That may be a bold statement. But, to not acknowledge the victories this film can claim for young girls, who are so desperately in need of super heroines that fit an ordinary mold, is wrong…and totally, totally straight.

Until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!


Published March 2, 2016 by biggayhorrorfan


Move over Carol Kane! Annum Films, the demented forces behind horror comedy The Slashening, are at it again! This time they are taking the babysitters in peril motif and turning it on its…well, funny bone…with Startled!

This throwback short will be part of the upcoming anthology film Grindsploitation, but you can check the trailer out here:

Further information on this (sure to be) blood soaked laugh riot is available at and

Until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!

Review: Knock ’em Dead

Published November 29, 2015 by biggayhorrorfan

knock em dead coverWithout a doubt, this is the All About Eve of terror films! In fact, director David DeCoteau’s fun Knock ‘em Dead introduces viewers to not one or two, but a trio of retired and/or washed up actresses who know that survival of the fittest often depends on a quick barb from a sharp tongue. As always, who needs mace when you have wit? Of course, there isn’t a Bette Davis, Anne Baxter or Celeste Holm in sight – (all dead, you know!) – but the considerable charms and talents of Rae Dawn Chong, Anne-Marie Johnson, Jackee Harry and Madtv’s Debra Wilson are in full bloom here and will make audiences wonder why these divine talents aren’t continuously headlining major projects.

Plot wise, this horror comedy brings these sassy lasses together at a seaside mansion to film a sequel to Freakshow, a popular horror film that they starred in, years previously. Of course, the insults and the murder weapons soon start flying and everyone quickly realizes that someone on the island is recreating the death scenarios from their major claim to fame – and this time it’s for real. Finally, Jenny (Chong), now the sweet owner of a struggling dog shelter, Alex (Johnson), the superior princess who has become actual royalty, and Darien (Wilson), a recovering addict desperate to jumpstart her career, realize that they have to learn to trust each other completely and work together to survive the night. Of course, it doesn’t help that the motivations of suspects like Savannah (Harry), the sequel’s writer, Tommy (Preston Davis), a reporter covering the reunion, Harley (Phil Morris), the film’s producer, and Louanne (Betsy Russell), the company cook, are all vague and ever changing. Just like Scream, which is boldly referenced on the DVD cover, there are, also, several twists and turns in writer Barry Sandler’s often sharp script, even after the true killer is revealed!knock 'em dead

Naturally, the film’s prime charm is its excellent cast and DeCoteau proudly lets them go for broke. No one downplays a line like Harry and Chong’s sunny demeanor is not only truly engaging, but a nice contrast to the more vicious elements on display, as well. Meanwhile, Wilson’s spastic drug stained reactions are hysterical and a delicious counterbalance to Johnson, still as stunningly beautiful as in her 90s Melrose Place days, and her icy smugness.  Nicely, all are given a chance to eventually color within the lines of the characters, providing varying shades to the roles. In fact, even when the bitchiness gets too repetitive in the film’s first half, these ever nuanced wonders are able to keep the humorous bits flowing at a laugh out loud pace.

More information on Knock ‘em Dead and DeCoteau’s other projects is available at

Until the next time – SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!