A few months back Eric gave us the teaser for a new horror film coming out that would revolve around of all things whale watching. Well today we finally have a full trailer for “Reykjavik: Whale Watching Massacre”, which in German means “a whale's vagina”. Alright that’s a lie.

You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll Shriek... of the mutilated. You can blame Mark for this.

Probably most horror geeks can relate to being obsessed with collecting. I’ve got more horror action figures than I care to admit at home. Of course mine are all sitting in a closet now... good luck with the marriage, Eric.

Ever wonder what Billy Joel’s 1982 video for the song “Pressure” would look like if it was remade today by Japanese director Hitoshi Matsumoto? I know, me too!

As my life begins its inevitable journey through the rugged terrain of middle age, I've discovered that my genre-related cravings are leaning heavily towards the silly, the outlandish, and the unapologetically over-the-top. In general, horror movies aren't very frightening to me anymore, forcing yours truly to turn his attention towards films that are saturated in gore, shock, and, more importantly, outlandish physical comedy. If someone gets struck repeatedly about the head and neck while entrails and assorted body parts explode across the screen, then I'm usually a pretty happy camper.

Sweeney Todd would be so proud. Alright, Thailand’s Kittiwat Unarrom isn’t actually putting people in his bread but he could've fooled me based on these pictures.

David Lynch and Moby are good friends. They share an interest in transcendental meditation, weird sounds, and isolated factories. So, when Moby needed a music video he asked Lynch, who took a literal approach to the single “Shot in the Back of the Head” from Moby's new album “Wait for Me.”

There isn’t much to say about this one beyond the creator's description. All I can say is thank God for the internet and its ability to keep me away from doing actual work.

In case you were wondering -- and I'm almost positive most of you weren't -- I watch a lot of cheesy motion pictures produced during the 80's and 90's. And as sad as it may sound, I actually pride myself on the embarrassing number of films I've managed to stuff into my desensitized, oversaturated little mind. Diving into a creamy cinematic vat of genre-related obscurity is one of my favorite pastimes, rivaled only by my addiction to poorly-dubbed, low-budget kung fu movies, the sort that usually come packaged by the metric ton.

Being a fan of both "The Thing" and "The Blob" -- the originals and remakes -- it's safe to say that I have a taste for cheesy science fiction-horror hybrids featuring either large flesh-eating blobs or body-possessing alien lifeforms.