#blood splattered cinema

[bloodsplatteredcinema]

Greetings, fellow Gorehounds!

In honor of the recently released Godzilla Minus One and the upcoming Godzilla X Kong, The Horror Guru has decided to dive into the original 1962 Toho classic: King Kong vs. Godzilla!

This fast paced movie riff/movie review is filled with bad puns, silly skits and a lot of behind the scenes info on the making of the movie!

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: splatter

[margaretcruzemark]

Well, obsiously...

[uspiria]

Splatter: Naked Blood (1996) dir. Hisayasu Satō

[can-i-use-ur-nuns-bog]

shout out to old actors in horror films. and i'm not talking some of youse who think 40 is old, i mean 70+ year olds who act in horror. obviously tobin bell is the most mainstream (and is AMAZING and i love him), but also lin shaye, ellen bursytn, barbara crampton BUT ALSO!!!! i am like some extreme horror and i love our lil old ladies and fellas (and all those in between/otherwise) who have no other acting credits and pop up in the most gory, disgusting low budget stuff covered in blood and guts like????? god bless, i wanna be like youse when i grow up

[videoreligion]

Blood Feast (1963)

[younggayanddoingokay]

Maybe an unpopular opinion but so-called “heavy-handed” symbolism isn’t always a bad thing. Like sometimes it is good to be slapped in the face with whatever point the creator is obviously making, actually. It doesn’t make the metaphor any less poetic and sometimes it is better than subtle symbolism.

[lovelaceisntdead]

Who wants to go see Scream vi with me again and then have really nasty lesbian sex

[monsterbisexual]

now THIS is television!!!!!!

not gonna lie i ammm intrigued by this guy's freak nature

[lovebugism]

Ok but what about Eddie dating a reader who snores and the gang is like wtf but he finds it cute.

ty for requesting anon! this is dedicated to everyone who gets sleepy at 5pm like i do hahah — eddie's girlfriend falls asleep during movie night and it's a big deal in the sweetest way (sleepy gf!reader, established relationship, 1.4k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

A masked serial killer slaughters a group of pretty teenage girls. Their screams are high-pitched and painfully artificial. The murderer’s chainsaw is way too loud and far too dramatic a weapon. The bright red blood splatters across the baby pink bedroom in several obnoxiously vivid splotches. 

Eddie Munson has never been more grateful to be alive in the golden age of slasher films — the absolute peak of godawful cinema.

He turns to the pretty little thing dozing on his shoulder and grins quietly to himself. 

You’re the purest essence of beauty in all forms, but especially compared to the barbaric horror flashing across the television screen across the room. In the darkness, the neon glow paints you in varying shades of blue, green, and dark red. 

You’re so pretty it hurts.

Eddie didn’t think he could love anything more than dumb slasher movies. Not until he met you, anyway.

“Tired?” he whispers to you when your lashes flutter across the apples of your cheeks.

It’s hardly seven o’clock — the sun has just barely set over the horizon — and more than anything, the tiny trailer is filled with fake screams and faker blood. Most people would be too horrified to be so drowsy. Not you, though.

Everyone’s always admired your relationship with sleep, but maybe just a little extra now.

Your features are blurry with the longing of slumber. They scrunch in refusal when you shake your head, cheek rubbing against the soft cotton of Eddie’s thrifted tee. “No,” you hum with a softness that says otherwise. “‘M just cozy…”

Everyone knows what that’s code for.

All the gang was over for movie night — some more begrudgingly than others (Steve, namely). The brunette boy shares a side eye with Robin on the other side of the couch before both of them turn to look at you. 

Lucas sits on the floor and stuffs his face with popcorn, which he almost chokes on when he laughs. Max giggles at the boy in response from where she’s sandwiched between him and Dustin.

Each of them can practically count down the seconds until you’re fully asleep.

You inhale once — deeply, sharply. The curly-haired boy turns his wrist to check his watch. 

“7 p.m…” Dustin observes with raised brows. He nods to himself like he’s impressed. “That’s gotta be some kinda record, right?”

“I’m pretty sure she was out by six when we were at Steve’s yesterday,” Robin tells him as she leans over Lucas’ shoulder for the popcorn bowl he’s holding hostage.

“Full on snoring by six-thirty,” Steve concurs through a mouthful of candy. “And her legs were on my lap, too, so I couldn’t move for, like, two hours.”

“What about last movie night?” Max questions with pinched brows. “I’m pretty sure she was asleep before it even started.”

Lucas shakes his head. “She was just napping, right? I’m pretty sure she woke up, like, halfway through.”

Dustin nods — the official connoisseur of you and all your sleepiness. You had been asleep by the time Steve turned The Outsiders on, but your internalized love for Dallas Winston had woken you part of the way through. 

“It had to be scrubbed from the records,” the boy explains like it’s something a whole lot more official than you just being tired. “It only counts if she stays asleep.”

“What if her eyes are closed, and she’s using your arm as a pillow, and you don’t have any feeling left in your fingers?” Robin questions with narrowed eyes, recounting the events from the last movie night in question. “What about that?”

“Still doesn’t count,” Dustin shakes his head with a feigned sympathy.

Eddie listens to them with a distant smile on his face. They’re not making fun of you exactly, just noticing all your little idiosyncrasies that he loves so much. It’s what makes you you — the quiet, sleepy girl that’s all but the glue of the group. 

If you’re somewhere else when everyone’s all hanging out together, and not snoozing on someone’s shoulder, something just doesn’t feel right.

“Isn’t she the fuckin’ cutest?” the boy muses amidst the light-hearted banter, the horror movie long forgotten. 

His bright smile and twinkling eyes are met with a group of deadpanned stares. 

It isn’t because you aren’t cute, because you are. Why else would Robin and Steve let you use them as pillows even after their appendages have long gone numb? You’re like a cat sleeping on their stomach — it’s too much of an honor to wake you. 

Their dumbfounded gapes are more so a result of Eddie’s adoration for you. Because you’re you, and Eddie’s… Eddie. 

You’re polar opposites. 

You’re quiet and sweet and gentle, and Eddie’s never been any of those things once in his life. 

You’ve brought out a softer side of him — one that none of them thought a brash metalhead like him could ever have. He talks to you far sweeter and far more gently than he’d ever speak to the rest of them. Mostly because he knows you get spooked too easily and that you always wince whenever people yell. And his PDA is an innocent kind, full of held hands and forehead kisses and boops to the tip of your nose. 

Eddie Munson is so soft for you that he lets you drool on his shoulder and unknowingly steal all the covers from him when you fall asleep during movie night. 

He’s so far gone for you that he’ll let you drag him to bed when most people his age are heading out to party for the night — just so you can drool on him and take all the covers from him in his bedroom, where you can sleep more comfortably than on the couch.

It’s all so sweet, it’s downright disgusting.

“It’s gross how in love the two of you are,” Steve monotones, the only one brave enough to say it out loud even though they’re all thinking it.

“I know,” Eddie affirms with a wide grin. “It’s amazing, huh?”

They all grumble under their breaths about it, obviously not as mushy with adoration as he is. 

It isn’t his fault they’re miserable because they don’t have their own soulmate who gets tired at 5 p.m. and snoozes on their shoulder accordingly. They’d be a lot less crabby if they had someone like you to gush about. 

Not you, though. ‘Cause you’re his and everything. But someone just like you, maybe.

Everyone dissipates when the credits of the movie start to roll — either to get more food, or use the bathroom, or stretch their aching limbs. 

Eddie stays unmoving. He doesn’t want to wake you up.

You begin to rouse on his shoulder, shifting as you wake with a deep inhale-exhale. Your eyes flutter slowly open, and through the haze of sleep, you notice the empty living room and the scrolling names on the television screen.

“’S the movie over?” you question, slurred with the heaviness of slumber.

Eddie nods lazily against the couch. 

He’s about as tired as you are now, with his legs cocked up on the coffee table and his head lolled back against the cushions. “Yeah. It’s okay, though. You didn’t really miss anything,” he assures with a crooked smile.

“Didn’t mean to fall asleep…” you murmur, like you’re embarrassed to have slept so soundly.

“I know,” the boy hums softly to you. “’S okay…”

Your temple rests against his shoulder once more. “Wake me up before you start the next movie?” you ask when Eddie presses a lingering kiss to your hair. Your eyes are already fluttered shut again.

“Sure,” he answers, despite lacking any real intention to wake you. 

He’d much rather let you sleep. He knows you need it. He doesn’t mind that you get tired before the sun has set, even though he knows how much you hate it. He couldn’t love it more, personally.

So, he lets you fall back asleep on his shoulder and tries to ignore how much it makes his heart swell. His ribcage shakes with the intensity of how much he loves you — how privileged he feels that you trust him enough to drool on his shoulder and not be embarrassed about any of it. You know he loves you too much for any of that.

“She still asleep?” Steve questions when the gang settles back in the living room. He rattles M&Ms in his palms before chucking a handful into his mouth. When Eddie nods, the boy snorts. “I’m glad it’s your arm falling asleep this time and not mine.”

Eddie’s glad for it, too.

[bloodsplatteredcinema]

BLOOD SPLATTERED VLOG: THE SUBSTANCE (2024)

New Blood Splattered Vlog!

This week The Horror Guru & Count Jackula review The Substance!

The latest body horror masterpiece by writer/director Coralie Fargeat, about an aging starlet's war with her younger self!

Starring Demi Moore, no less!

[ninibeingdelulu]

Movie night

synopsis-> Your boyfriend Kunigami really love horror movies, but you don’t.

a/n-> There should be more kunigami content on this app :(

The flickering glow from the TV casts dancing shadows across Rensuke's chiseled features, throwing his rugged jawline into stark relief as a manic, slasher villain's blade slices through the helpless victim on-screen in a spray of garish blood splatter.

You flinch violently at the accompanying shrill shriek of terror, burying your face further into the safe haven of Rensuke's broad chest.

His rumbling chuckle vibrates straight through your trembling frame as those strong arms circle snugly around you.

"Aw, what's the matter, sweetheart ?"

Rensuke's deep timbre thrums with undisguised amusement at your jumpiness.

"Don't tell me the big bad horror movie is too much for my baby."

You risk peeking one eye open just long enough to shoot him your fiercest attempted glare, which only results in his features crinkling further with suppressed laughter.

"Shut it, you jerk!"

You give his solid bicep a half-hearted smack for good measure.

"Not all of us are complete weirdos who find people getting butchered for entertainment funny."

"Hey now, that's just good cinema doing its job if ya ask me," he counters with a devilish grin, chin jutting lazily towards the gruesome scene still unfolding before you both. "Gets the blood pumping in all the right places, doesn't it?"

You huff out an exasperated groan, desperately fighting off the instinctive shudder rippling through you as his words take on a distinctly throatier, heated quality.

Of course your lovably barbaric boyfriend is the type to get...amused...over fictional violence and carnage rather than cowering in fear like a sane person.

Apparently picking up on your squirming discomfort, Rensuke's smirk melts into an expression of pure tenderness you'd quite honestly fallen head over heels for faster than a sucker punch all those months ago.

"Alright alright, I suppose I've teased my terrified little girlfriend more than enough for one night," he murmurs with a gentle squeeze.

Grabbing the remote from where it sits wedged beside his hip, Rensuke rapidly clicks through the menu until your favorite classic romantic comedy populates the television.

"There, that's better." he proclaims in that low rasping tenor sending shivers racing up your spine in the good way this time.

"Can't have my best girl spending the whole night beside me shaking of fear, now can I?"

Those playfully dancing orange irises do something dangerous to your insides each time Rensuke aims them directly at you like that.

"You're the biggest dork I've ever known," you grin up at him despite the jab. "But my dork I guess, for some weird reason."

His responding lopsided smile is equal parts heart-fluttering and knee-weakening. Like delicious molten chocolate trickling over a wildfire ready to sweep you up without warning at any given moment.

Too captivated in the depth of those endless orange pools reflecting back at you, you barely even register Rensuke stretching over until suddenly the thermostat is ratcheting up noticeably.

Within mere moments you find yourself ensconced beneath a deliciously suffocating layer of cozy warmth pinning you to his powerful frame.

Heavy lidded and sinking further into the addictive heat cocooning you in Rensuke's intoxicating scent, your limbs steadily grow heavier and heavier with each blink.

The last coherent thought flickering through your steadily slumbering consciousness as his chest rumbles a soothing tempo is wondering just how in the world you managed to deserve something so wonderful as this as a lullaby night after night...

[uspiria]

Splatter: Naked Blood (1996) dir. Hisayasu Satō

[uhhlifeig]

Slasher - October 15 - word count: 659 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened, but somehow, they’d all ended up sitting on the worn, sagging couch in Sirius’s flat, a questionable horror movie blaring from the TV. 

James was halfway through explaining his newest strategy for the next international Quidditch match to Lily (who, to her credit, looked like she was trying to care).

On the other end of the couch, Regulus was squished between Barty and Evan, who were bickering over whether or not cheap Slasher-esque movies were an acceptable form of cinema.

“They’re all just mindless gore,” Evan argued, leaning over Regulus, who looked like he regretted his life choices. “There’s no substance, no actual plot.”

“There’s a plot! You’re just not cultured enough to understand the subtle nuances,” Barty shot back.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Subtle nuances? Of what? A masked guy running around with a chainsaw?”

“Exactly,” Barty said.

“Right. Because nothing screams ‘nuance’ like blood splatters and screaming teenagers.”

“You just don’t get it, Moony,” Sirius chimed in, smirking. “The horror genre is a refined art form, perfectly balancing suspense, tension, and, of course, a healthy dose of irrational decision-making.”

Remus gave him a deadpan look. “Right. Because when I think of the word ‘refined,’ I definitely think of chainsaws and hockey masks.”

Sirius grinned. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

“Really?” Regulus muttered a beat later, glaring at the screen. “Of all the directions she could’ve gone, she chooses to run toward the guy with a chainsaw?”

“Darwinism at its finest,” Remus said dryly.

“Just once,” James piped up, “I’d like to see someone in one of these movies actually do something smart. You know, like, not investigate the creepy noise in the basement?”

Lily nodded. “Or, you know, call the police? Why is that never an option?”

“Because,” the dog animagus said, “where’s the fun in that? It’s more entertaining to watch them make terrible decisions.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “You would think that.”

The movie continued to spiral into absurdity, with the remaining characters making one terrible decision after another. 

Evan, at some point, had fallen asleep on Regulus’s shoulder, and Barty looked about three seconds away from jumping into the screen to show the villain how to kill people properly.

And then the power went out.

The TV screen went dark, and the room was plunged into pitch blackness. Remus felt Sirius tense beside him.

“Oh, great,” James said. “I can’t wait for the part where we all die horribly in our own horror film. I’d, uh, get jumped and forget my wand somewhere- the couch, maybe- speaking of, where are our wands? And, um, Sirius would fall out of an open window because he ran into it and the curtains were down, and, er, Regulus, you’d drown, because you still can’t swim-”

“Potter, shut up,” Regulus grumbled. “No one’s dying.”

“Not yet,” Barty added helpfully.

“Can you not?”

Sirius shifted beside Remus, and even in the dark, Remus could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. 

“Y’know, Moons, this is exactly how those movies start.”

“You are not the final person, Sirius. Don’t even try.”

Sirius gasped dramatically. “How dare you!”

Lily snorted. “Sirius, no offense, but you’d be the first one dead.”

“Excuse me? I’d like to think I have at least enough survival skills to outlast James.”

“True, true. He’d be the first one dead.”

“Oi! I have excellent survival instincts, Lils!”

“Like the time you tried to sneak into Snape’s room and ended up falling into a pit of garbage?” Remus asked innocently.

“That was one time!”

“And the time you set the kitchen on fire while boiling water?”

James crossed his arms, pouting. “I’ve improved since then.”

Lily patted his shoulder. “Sure you have, dear.”

The lights flickered back on, revealing Peter holding a whole lot of wands. 

“Why’d you guys all leave your wands in the kitchen? Idiots. Oh, and Remus, how you you use the spinny-wavey thingy?”

[videoreligion]

Blood Feast (1963)

[toc-the-elder]

Okay no I need to talk about this.

Dune was just fucking perfect. I rewatched Part One in 4K last night and just saw Part Two in IMAX.

The cinematography was just absolutely stunning. Every single frame was breathtakingly beautiful and incredibly purposeful. The score was so intense and I adore it. Very Blade Runner 2049 in the desert. Just an overwhelming wall of sound.

And the violence seems so much more brutal and visceral this time around. Working within a PG-13 rating is difficult when your universe so heavily involves sword fighting, but the editing, choreography, sound design, and occasional splatter of blood really sold a sense of brutality that the oddly bloodless Part One lacked. My friend was surprised to find out it was a PG-13 after we left the cinema. I suspect that Part One was tamed to better fit a PG-13 rating, but they felt more comfortable in Part Two.

The visual design was stunning. Geidi Prime during the day was a highlight of the film. The stark black and white lighting and the insane scale of the structures on screen literally took my breath away.

And they cut all the stuff that annoyed me in the books. Like I am so glad they cut certain younger characters to give more of a fitting arc to our already established cast. And they really leant into the theme that Paul's quest for power is not an aspirational thing. The music and the cinematography never let you believe it's anything other that a cautionary tale.

Just holy shit.

Denis Villenueve does not miss.

My favourite director of all time just gave me a perfect adaption of one of my favourite books and I am so fucking happy. It was not what I expected, but everything I wanted.