"I am not going and that is final," snapped Zombos. He folded his arms with finality.
"Me, neither," said Lawn Gisland. "Tarnation! That's one ornery, psycho-crazy movie, and not to my liking." He folded his arms with finality.
"But no one else wants to review it," I protested. "You know I'm too squeamish to watch blood-oozing gore like that alone. I get sick at the sight of bloody body chunks flying helter-skelter across the screen. I fainted during the last one." I was desperate. No one wanted to come with me to see Saw IV.
"You're the high-falutin horror reviewer," said Lawn, "you go and have all the fun."
What would Roger Ebert do? Would he ignore a movie just because he was squeamish? Sure, why not? I decided to review Hiruko the Goblin instead. Spidery goblins ripping off heads is so much easier to watch than that creepy Billy the puppet wheeling around on his squeaky tricycle anyway, taunting people as malicious devices of death pull them apart.
You don't need a Wikipedia entry for this movie like the lengthy one that explains the convolutions of the Saw series, either. Hiruko the Goblin (Yôkai hantâ: Hiruko) is a simple, heartwarming story about a boy, his longing for a girl's head, and an eccentric archaeologist with enough demon-hunting gadgets to put the Ghost Busters to shame. A foreboding school during summer recess, built over a gate to hell, adds some spice to this manga-frenetic actioner from co-writer and director Shinya Tsukamoto (he did the bizarre and inexplicable Tetsuo, the Iron Man; I dare you to explain that one).
This time he tones down his surrealistic art-house style in favor of grotesque, slapstick humor as the archaeologist, Hieda (Kenji Sawada), and the boy, Masao (Masaki Kudou) fight against Hiruko, a nasty, six-legged goblin with siblings to match, in and around the deserted school. Copious amounts of blood spout here and there, but Tsukamoto plays it for absurdity and icky frights.
At the heart of it is perky Reiko (Megumi Ueno) and Masao's crush on her. Reiko becomes an early victim, along with Hieda's friend and fellow archaeologist, Mr. Yabe, Masao's father, when they stumble into Hiruko's cave. Masao's buddies soon lose their heads over Reiko, too, as she--her lovely head, anyway--and the beastie scamper through the empty hallways of the school, singing a hypnotizing melody to lure them to their doom. When Hieda shows up with his homemade goblin detection and eradication-stuffed suitcase of gadgets, he's just in time to rescue Masao. In a calamitous, high-speed bicycle chase through the school, Reiko's head chases after them, sticking out her disgustingly long tongue, but they escape, screaming all the way.
Borrowing visual tidbits from such movies as John Carpenter's The Thing, and Roger Corman's The Little Shop of Horrors, Tsukamoto follows the bumbling pair as they search for Hiruko's home, hoping to seal him in permanently. Like Audrey, the man-eating plant whose victims' faces appeared as blooming flowers, Masao receives a searing image of a face on his back each time Hiruko claims another head. The mystery of that, and his part in sealing the gate to hell, is soon revealed.
The skittish school janitor joins in the fight, and all three go against Hiruko, who sprouts wings and flies away after Hieda whips out a can of bug spray. Realizing where the entrance to Hiruko's cave is--the tool shed at the rear garden--Hieda and Masao enter the stone room and open the gate to the goblin's home. Of course, at this point, considering their purpose was to keep the gate closed, you may wonder why they opened it. Why, to get to the other side, of course! And the other side is a cavern filled with hundreds of Hiruko's pesky siblings, each looking to get ahead. When the bug spray runs out, it's a free for all as Hieda and Masao fight off the demons while trying to seal the gate they shouldn't have opened to begin with.
Hiruko the Goblin is a fun, farcical horror romp from a director not known for his lighter side. The less than stellar use of stop-motion animation and jerky animatronics for the goblins only adds to the over the top style, which approaches Sam Raimi's Evil Dead II in its bloody, gory slapstick mayhem.
For fans of Tsukamoto's Tetsuo, the Iron Man, this movie may be a disappointment; but for the rest of us horror heads it's a cheeky-weird monster movie that's entertaining and effectively creeps inducing.

Zombos Says: Good
I dread carving up the jack-o-lantern every Halloween. After spending so much money for the biggest, baddest, pumpkin in the lot, my feeble carving skills wind up leaving my orange ball of stringy guts with a rinky-dink face comprised of an uneven smile, oddball eyes, and slanted teeth that convey no horror bite, nor whimsy, nor anything remotely appropriate for Halloween.


Director Edward Douglas kindly steps into the closet to talk about his upcoming film, The Dead Matter, which tells the story of a vampire relic with occult powers that falls into
the hands of a grief-stricken young woman who will do anything to
contact her dead brother.
You did an earlier version of The Dead Matter in 1996. Did you approach this version differently? If so, tell us how and why you made those changes.
Now that you're in post-production, what are your plans for distribution? When will we get to see The Dead Matter?
Why direct? Aren't you busy enough?
Now what's the one thing you really hate about the horror genre?


Using her love for comics, cartoonist Charles Addams, and bondage photographer and artist John Willie, Nurmi set about to create a "glamor ghoul." She mixed the sensual power of Terry and the Pirates' Dragon Lady, the ghoulish, bizarre charm of the Addams Family, and the
fetishistic allure of Willie's tightly-bound leather ladies in ecstasy (or distress) to create the first Goth chick on the television screen.


It all begins promisingly with the nefarious Umbrella Corporation still trying to convert the millions of zombies it helped create into domesticated companions, and trying to perfect their Alice--zombie butt-kicker extraordinaire--clone army (in case their domestication plans fail, I suppose). The original Alice is on the run, trying to avoid the Umbrella Corporation's equally nefarious and ubiquitous spy-satellites that still run while the rest of the planet doesn't: damn, those Duracell batteries are good.
But things go back to status quo when Alice and the survivors pull up in a desolate Las Vegas, only to get caught unawares by dozens of ravenous zombies dressed as Mr. Goodwrench by the Umbrella Corporation. While I sat wondering how they got all those uncontrollable zombies dressed in overalls, Alice battled them and the corporation's attempt at mind control.
Zombos Says: Very Good
I, Zombie:Remains of the Day, a three-part story written by Andrew Cosby and illustrated by three capable artists in their different styles, is a sublime dip into the bizarro world of zombie humor. Another tale told in the first person narrative style, it depicts the trials and tribulations of one poor dead-head whose hunger goes deeper than just sweetmeats. Here, loss of identity becomes more replacement by a different one; one you definitely could say is a life-style change, or maybe "dead-style" would be more accurate. With a little tongue in cheek dialog, and decomposing anatomy, the story provides a happy ending only possible in your zombie imagination. One amusing scene has zombie bunnies poised for mayhem. It reminded me of a similar, albeit much more serious scene in Kim Paffenroth's Dying to Live novel.
ravenous, ungodly zombies walk streets below. Life goes on, as best it can. I can think of some ungodly places on earth now that closely parallel the unreal world Zarah finds herself in. What would your decision be?
I found these energetic bike buddies at Walgreens. I never could figure out how skeletons could move in horror movies without muscles—let alone ride a bike—but why let reality get in the way of a good thing?
Countdown, in a suitably atmospheric coffin-shaped box. Each "grave" contains a spooky, gummy surprise, just right for when those anxious moments of Halloween-anticipation overwhelm you.
Zombos Says: Good



