26 different short films, 26 different off topic conversations...

I always thought the American remake of "Ringu" was the better film when compared to the original. It's an opinion I realize isn't widely shared in the greater horror community, but then again, being a contrarian is kind of my thing, I'm ok with it.

Renee Goes a Little Crazy in "Case 29"

We believe in systems. Each of the promises society implicitly makes to us each day, they are enforced, codified and guaranteed by a system. We might doubt its efficacy, yes, or question the competence of the necessary bureaucracy, but the system persists despite itself, replacing fetishes and the knucklebones of saints in a secular world.

When systems break down, when they fail, that's when we feel fear. When we comprehend that they have betrayed us, dread. Horror is an examination of what happens when the universe breaks its promises.

Although most people abandoned ship after the J-horror bubble burst a few years ago, I'm still on-board this dodgy vessel, ready and willing to stuff long-haired ghosts and spooky spectral children into my supernaturally-starved psyche.

This is going to feel a little funny...

More often than not, people tend to think I'm a bit touched in the head because I shamelessly enjoy what many refer to as "splatter films." Since horror movies stopped giving me the proverbial willies years ago, I satisfy my thirst for the genre by diving face first into pictures that rely heavily on gore, grue, and wanton bloodshed. My favorites are always light-hearted and incredibly silly, delicately balancing gallows humor with an insane level of on-screen violence.

Residents of Britain hoping to get their misshapen hands on a copy of Kôji Shiraishi notorious "torture porn" adventure "Grotesque" (aka "Gurotesuku") may have to look elsewhere for their fix.

Anyone who has bore witness to the unsettling Asian horror anthology "Three...Extremes" should be well versed in the work of Fruit Chan.

Last week when I reviewed the first “Death Note” movie I praised it for its willingness to toss logic out of the window and work as a pure entertainment delivery system. The movie played like an intricate cat-and-mouse mystery rewritten by a 12-year-old boy high on Pokari Sweat and Men’s Pocky, but it had such an atmosphere of goofy, breathless fun that it was easy to ignore the plot holes, one-dimensional characters and general sense of implausibility and watch it as pure escapism.

The "swordplay and vampires" subgenre, as intriguing and ripe with potential as it may be, has produced some very strange cinematic fruit, ranging from the impressive (Guillermo Del Toro's superior sequel "Blade 2") to the phenomenally awful (Ron Hall's abysmal "Vampire Assassins"). You’d think executing this sort of basic formula would be simple: introduce the blood-suckers, toss in a non-gender specific hero who’s proficient in the ways of martial arts, and let the rest take care of itself.