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cookingmywaythroughcarryon · 4 years

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SAMOSAS AND CURRY

Welcome to another episode of Cooking My Way Through Carry On. Today I tackle one of the iconic meals in the book--Simon’s dinner the night he and Baz go after the vampires and the night where everything changes between them.

I made these samosas and this curry for dinner the other night and it was a rousing success. I’ll share the samosa recipe here and a link for the keema curry recipe I used!

“I’ve finished my curry and two orders of samosas, and I’m watching him read–I swear he sucks on his fangs when he’s thinking–when he snaps the book shut with one hand and stands up. ‘Come on, Snow. Let’s go find a vampire.’”

Carry On, Chapter 60.

These are baked samosas, since I didn’t want to deal with deep frying anything. They’re also vegan. I am a big fan of Isa Chandra Moskowitz and this recipe is from her book Vegan with a Vengeance, one of my favorite vegan cookbooks.

The keema curry recipe is one I got from a friend and it is so close to the one my father-in-law used to make for me that it brought back a lot of memories for us.

Samosas

Ingredients:

Dough Ingredients:

3/4 cup rice or soy milk (I used coconut milk--any of them work)

1/4 cup vegetable oil

1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar (any mild vinegar is fine, really)

1/4 teaspoon ground turmeric

1/4 teaspoon baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

about 3 cups of flour

Filling Ingredients: (sorry forgot to get photo)

3-4 medium size russet potatoes, peeled and cut into one inch chunks

2 tablespoons vegetable oil plus extra for brushing the samosas before baking

3/4 teaspoon ground cumin (the recipe called for cumin seeds which I didn't have and this worked fine)

1 teaspoon mustard powder (the recipe called for mustard seeds which I didn't have and this worked fine)

1 medium sized onion, very finely chopped

2 cloves garlic (or two teaspoons chopped garlic if that’s what you have)

1 tablespoon fresh ginger

! teaspoon ground coriander

1.2 teaspoon ground turmeric

pinch of cayenne pepper

1 teaspoon salt

juice of 1 lemon (or whatever equivalent is if you have lemon juice and not a lemon--it usually will say on the bottle)

3/4 cup frozen green peas

Method:

In a large saucepan, boil the potatoes for about 20-25 minutes, until they are tender (use a fork to poke them to check). When they are done drain them and set them aside.

Po-tay-toes (boil ‘em, mash ‘em, stick ‘em in a stew) In this case they are to be mashed!

Make the dough:

Pour the wet dough ingredients into a mixing bowl.

Add 2 cups flour and the turmeric, baking powder, and salt. Knead the mixture until well mixed, adding the rest of the flour bit by bit until a smooth but not sticky dough is formed, Maybe 10 minutes by hand?

I cheated and used the dough attachment on my KitchenAid so it was a bit under that time. (I kneaded it a bit by hand when the mixer was done too.) (Something something about the gluten, per Paul Hollywood and GBBO.)

set the dough aside, cover with a damp cloth or plastic wrap and begin working on the filling.

Preheat over to 400F somewhere in here

Filling:

Saute the onions with oil in the skillet on medium high for about 7-8 minutes or until the onions begin to brown.

add the garlic, cumin, mustard powder, ginger, coriander, turmeric, cayenne, salt, and lemon juice, and saute a minute more.

Add the potatoes (honestly it pains me to not type ‘po-tay-toes’ in true LOTR style)

Mash the potatoes with a spatula or potato masher until it’s all a big mash of potatoes and spices (taters, precious)

When the potatoes are well mashed and the whole mixture is warm then add the frozen peas to the mix. Mix well.

Back to the dough:

divide the dough in half and roll one half of it out on a floured surface until thin (I use a big silo pat as my surface)

Now cut out circles of dough. I used a 4 inch round cookie cutter ( 4 inch circumference not diameter).

Have a small bowl of water nearby

Cut out 8 circles

I rolled them out a bit once I cut them out, because they tended contract a bit when I cut them. Keep the shape circular.

Place 1 1/2 tablespoons of potato mixture into the centre of the dough circle, the dab the edges of the circle with water, fold over the edges to form a triangle shaped wedge and seal with your fingers.

Repeat until you have 8 roughly symmetrical samosas

Repeat process with second half of dough

Place filled samosas on a baking sheet that has been sprayed with non-stick cooking spray or use a silo pat on the baking sheet and then brush each side of the samosa with vegetable oil

Bake at 400F for 15 minutes. Flip the samosas over and then bake them for 10 more minutes or until lightly browned.

Take out of the oven and let them sit for about 5-7 minutes to cool.

These may be frozen and reheated in the oven. They never had a chance at our house because the family descended on them like a ravenous pack of wolves.

Tumlbr is being stupid about letting me put photos between the steps today so here are all the photos in a row.

We had chutney in the fridge to go with the samosas. If you don’t have chutney here’s a quick recipe from the same cookbook:

chutney

1/2 cup coconut milk

1/3 cup finely chopped fresh mint or rehydrated dried mint in these times of pandemic

1/3 cup finely chopped fresh coriander. I don't know what to sub for this other than perhaps some ground coriander to taste

1 clove mince garlic

1 teaspoon maple syrup

1 teaspoon fresh lime juice

1/4 tsp salt

These were some work but the result was definitely worth the effort! Highly recommended. We also had curry along with the samosas, to really recreate the meal Simon had that night with Baz. The curry recipe is here and it is EXCELLENT!

And here is the recipe without the photos:

Samosas

Ingredients:

Dough Ingredients:

3/4 cup rice or soy milk (I used coconut milk--any of them work)

1/4 cup vegetable oil

1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar (any mild vinegar is fine, really)

1/4 teaspoon ground turmeric

1/4 teaspoon baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

about 3 cups of flour

Filling Ingredients:

3-4 medium size russet potatoes, peeled and cut into one inch chunks

2 tablespoons vegetable oil plus extra for brushing the samosas before baking

3/4 teaspoon ground cumin (the recipe called for cumin seeds which I didn't have and this worked fine)

1 teaspoon mustard powder (the recipe called for mustard seeds which I didn't have and this worked fine)

1 medium sized onion, very finely chopped

2 cloves garlic (or two teaspoons chopped garlic if that’s what you have)

1 tablespoon fresh ginger

! teaspoon ground coriander

1.2 teaspoon ground turmeric

pinch of cayenne pepper

1 teaspoon salt

juice of 1 lemon (or whatever equivalent is if you have lemon juice and not a lemon--it usually will say on the bottle)

3/4 cup frozen green peas

Method:

Pour the wet dough ingredients into a mixing bowl.

set the dough aside, cover with a damp cloth or plastic wrap and begin working on the filling.

Preheat over to 400F somewhere in here

Saute the onions with oil in the skillet on medium high for about 7-8 minutes or until the onions begin to brown.

add the garlic, cumin, mustard powder, ginger, coriander, turmeric, cayenne, salt, and lemon juice, and saute a minute more.

Add the potatoes (honestly it pains me to not type ‘po-tay-toes’ in true LOTR style)

Mash the potatoes with a spatula or potato masher until it’s all a big mash of potatoes and spices (taters, precious)

When the potatoes are well mashed and the whole mixture is warm then add the frozen peas to the mix. Mix well.

divide the dough in half and roll one half of it out on a floured surface until thin (I use a big silo pat as my surface)

Now cut out circles of dough. I used a 4 inch round cookie cutter ( 4 inch circumference not diameter).

Have a small bowl of water nearby

Cut out 8 circles

Repeat until you have 8 roughly symmetrical samosas

Repeat process with second half of dough

Place filled samosas on a baking sheet that has been sprayed with non-stick cooking spray or use a silo pat on the baking sheet and then brush each side of the samosa with vegetable oil

Bake at 400F for 15 minutes. Flip the samosas over and then bake them for 10 more minutes or until lightly browned.

Take out of the oven and let them sit for about 5-7 minutes to cool.

These may be frozen and reheated in the oven. They never had a chance at our house because the family descended on them like a ravenous pack of wolves.

We had chutney in the fridge and it goes so well with the samosas but if you don’t here is a quick recipe:

1/2 cup coconut milk

1/3 cup finely chopped fresh mint or rehydrated dried mint in these times of pandemic

1/3 cup finely chopped fresh coriander. I don't know what to sub for this other than perhaps some ground coriander to taste

1 clove mince garlic

1 teaspoon maple syrup

1 teaspoon fresh lime juice

1/4 tsp salt

#cooking my way through carry on #the food of Carry On #carry on cooking #samosas #curry #iconic vampire hunting power meal #their first date

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rachenphobie · 4 years

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Payback

(Contains fearplay, horror-like themes, minimal digestion and minimal blood mentions, and vore. Martin belongs to @smokeygear ) https://rachenphobie.tumblr.com/post/626577059741892608/lucky-shot (Prequel) Another autumn evening, crisp and fresh with the smell of fallen leaves as the seasons began to turn. The forest was painted in the warm light of the sun, but even that could not fight off the occasional chill.

Catherine was in her garden tending to her plants. Many of them were beginning to die off and hibernate, but a certain few would stay for a bit longer. She was alone for the day, but she did not mind it much.

Dirt clung to her gardening gloves and knees. Each time she wiped her forehead, some of it would stick to her face as well.

She had plenty of time before sundown. Well, around an hour or so. It would be a relaxing evening of seeing her productivity finally come to use.

The forested mountains of Montana are serene, no matter what time of year. She was in her element, nothing could go wrong. Nothing felt wrong.

But that is just one of the effects Martin used to his advantage. He had been watching from the rooftop for a while, building up his appetite.

As the sun lowered and turned, the shadow of the little house passed by. It had an iconic silhouette, and as soon as she saw it, Catherine froze.

Upon twisting around, he was gone. She tensed up and got to her feet. Every part of her felt choked and crushed, that familiar feeling. She did not bother to collect up her tools before running to the front porch.

As soon as she reached the second step, a set of spindly black fingers yanked her into the air and onto the roof. Her sunhat drifted off from her head onto the sidewalk.

Catherine let out an airy yelp, and found herself face-to-face with Martin’s glazy eyes and horrid breath that smelled of rot.

“Hmm… that looked very relaxing for you.” He grinned, teeth and gums making a muffled crackling sound.

She immediately knew what he was here for; payback. He may have been a bit of a masochist, but he always wanted to win in the end no matter what. She had beat him last time. A rare occurrence.

“I- I-“

“Shhh~” He dragged a talon from her neck up to her chin, “I don’t need to explain myself, and my body is too impatient to play.”

Catherine went wide-eyed and shook like a leaf. After a moment she got her wits about her and chomped down on his finger with all her strength.

The cryptid let out a hiss of rage and flung his hand to get her off, sending her spinning into the air.

She let out a dizzy cry and caught a glimpse of what was below; Martin’s disgusting throat with split bottom jaws spreading open and creating a gateway to Catherine’s worst nightmare.

Thick, viscous saliva that almost resembled black tar was strung between his needle-like teeth and glinted from the escaping sunlight.

Disoriented, Catherine face-planted into the rancid flesh of his throat all the way up to her midsection. It was difficult to breathe, the suffocating muscles squeezed at her, already working to tug her down.

Raspy purring rumbled from Martin’s chest as his eel of a tongue wrapped around her and constricted her legs and stomach. It pulled off her dirty rainboots and threw them, those were not something he would like to have in his mouth. He gulped her down into his throat, creating an unnaturally large bulge in his neck. His voice was still muffled, but he managed to hiss out, “On second thought, why don’t I give you the same treatment you did to me?” She was only given a moment to be confused before being squished back up partially. Catherine let out muffled grunts of panic.

Martin slowly pressed his teeth into her legs, making small cuts and punctures, just enough to make her bleed. Catherine clenched in his throat, digging her nails against her palms.

Martin’s slimy tongue ran all across her legs, lapping up the blood that flowed out. He was a bit of a vampire at times, though much worse than your average cheesy horror movie vampire.

Catherine wriggled and squirmed in disgust and discomfort. After a few minutes of this, Martin finally gulped her back down. He held a claw against his throat and one to his stomach, feeling the lump travel to the next part of his body.

His spidery hand was pushed up by his now-swollen belly. It ached upon Catherine’s arrival, but that bit of sore pain was one of his favorite parts of the hunt.

The bulge thrashed as Catherine was desperately fighting to get upright. Being upside down for too long would ensure her suffocation. It drove a burning panic through her veins.

Martin, of course, just smiled evilly and laughed at this. He enjoyed watching her fight, and feeling her too.

When she finally stood up and gasped for air, she began to cough on the putrid smell and stretch out for any kind of room.

Her cuts on her legs stung from the heat and few drops of acid that welled up on her skin.

The stomach squeezed and pulsed at her, obviously excited to have a meal. It did not know it would not keep it, however.

“Each time you fill me up this way, it feels tighter. You need to lay off the snacks, jellybean~.” He slapped his gut and caused her to flinch. Inside, Catherine could not tell if she was overheating due to his internal body temperature, or pure embarrassment and frustration.

“Or maybe I just need to make you exercise some more. You should burn it off from some running.” He rolled onto his side and patted his wiggling belly.

Catherine replied with a hard kick to the wall, causing him to make a quick screech of pain, but it only made him give a huge smile and push into her with his hands.

“Mpfh!” “I’m sorry, I can’t understand you. What was that?” He mushed her harder.

Catherine went quiet and stopped moving until he let go. She grunted and stretched weakly. His stomach gurgled and growled in protest.

“Why are you so fighty? You should be honored to know how much it missed you. It has been so long…” Martin propped his head on his hand and just watched and took in the feeling.

Catherine let out a frustrated yell and slumped over in defeat. It was unlike her, but she just lacked the determination today. She lost this time.

“That’s what I thought, though do keep up your squirming. It feels great.”

Of course, she did not. She was too tired to, and if it meant making him happy, she would avoid doing so.

That never worked. He hissed through his teeth and punched his stomach. She only flinched before lashing back and biting the wall. “Hngh-“ Martin’s claws dug into the dirt and his tail curled up. “You are not being… the best opponent today-“

Catherine let go and crossed her arms in a pout. She did not want to talk. Or, more so, her body would not allow her to.

“That’s alright, I will give us some quiet time.” He sat against a tree and laid his hands over her. It would be anything but quiet, though. As he relaxed the muscles in his stomach started to work more, as his body’s energy focused to digestion.

“W-wait no!” Catherine tensed up as the walls secreted that black acid ever so slowly. He feigned sleeping, causing her to panic even more. She kicked, punched, and scratched with all her power. Martin “woke up” and snarled. “Calm down you little rat! I only have a few hours left here and I will enjoy them as much as I can!” Catherine yelled, though it sounded very pathetic as it was mixed with a sob. She kept struggling until inevitably tiring out.

“Such a drama queen, Catherine. The most you’ll get out of this is a few burns.” He yawned and repositioned himself, quickly falling asleep.

Catherine continued to cry very faintly, even trying to hum or sing to herself for comfort, though often interrupted by the sounds gurgling below her.

She just had to trust this monster’s word. She only hoped he would keep it like he always has in the end.

#martin #catherine #vo/re #v/ore #vore story #fatal vore mention #blood #tw blood #cw blood #digestion mention #writing #rachenphobie #smokeygear #safe vore #safe as in nobody dies but there are nicks of teeth

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solivar · 5 years

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WIP Ghost Stories On Route 66

In which there is an unexpected and troubling revelation.

“Team Tokki, report.”

“On station, sorry for the delay.” Hana replied a nerve-wracking ten minutes later. “Took us a minute to get all our cables in order but Kozy Kot Motor Inn Basecamp is now online.”

The topographic holomap hanging over the dining room table rippled gently as she proved it, pulsing their location in the scrubby desert flatlands between Mesa Prieta and the ruins of Albuquerque, turning their basecamp icon electric pink-and-green.

“In an amusing sidenote,” Hana continued on breezily, “You know those MiBs -- the TALON guys? Their base may be in Albuquerque Sunport but they’ve got mobile units all over the place in the immediate vicinity and some kind of stationary observation post up on the mesa itself. So yes this is me formally blaming my tardiness on avoiding the notice of scary goons who may or may not be employees of the federal government.”

“Mesa Prieta is an archaeological preserve -- it has been for decades, the petroglyphs there are thousands of years old.” Ana, seated at the opposite end of the table with stacks of airtight herb containers, a mortar and pestle, and a digital scale, observed carefully, pausing in her work. “Ownership yielded back to the Federated Southwest Tribal Government after the Crisis.”

“Meaning?” Hanzo asked, inclining a questioning brow.

“Meaning,” Ana gave the contents of her pestle another thoughtful turn, “that either the FST is acting in direct cooperation with TALON or else their actual employers kissed considerable quantities of ass to access that site for reasons other than advancing the cause of cultural preservation.”

Hanzo blinked at her. “That feels extraordinarily bad.”

“It is what it is, my young friend. Until we have better intel, we can only take matters as they come.” She spooned the contents of her pestle into a little tin container.

“I’m not so sure I like Team Tokki’s proximity to a potentially hostile unknown quantity,” Hot Vampire Jack’s tone was significantly less philosophical. “Maybe you should relocate?”

“Their base doesn’t directly overlook ours -- it’s on the far northern point of the mesa, closer to the Chamisa Wilderness Area than to us.” Jesse replied, calm and even. “We can set a drone on stealth observation if you want, but hauling off and moving again might get us seen by one of their mobile units. They’re putting up those pylon things they’ve got on the UNM campus all over out here.”

“I tried getting a look at one of those the other day but campus security waved me off.” Hana added, aggrieved.

“Whatever else they are, they’ve got a pretty hefty sensor and communications package on them -- I can see their output on our own passive monitors.” Lucio added, and the map rippled as he pushed data, added clusters of red-white-black pinpricks representing the pylons’ locations, easily a few dozen spread across the desert basin between Albuquerque and the mesa, many of them concentrated just above the Red Line along old Route 40. “I can try hacking one of their transceiver modules and skimming the data to see what they’re monitoring but that might attract some attention if they’ve got any kind of intrusion detection capabilities onboard.”

“No unnecessary risks. The pylons likely aren’t going anywhere and they’re extraneous to our own mission.” Terrifying Smoke Gabe rasped, his voice on the comms a weirdly metallic echo. “We can always try that if we can’t get intelligence from other sources.”

“Speaking of which,” Zenyatta interjected smoothly, “Team Tattoo reporting perimeter secure at Four Daughters Basecamp -- we are about to begin deploying our sensor and visual observation drones and begin transmitting.”

“El Malpais Basecamp likewise secure and ready to begin deployment.” Jamie added. “Team Helicopter Parents on perimeter patrol.”

“God, I hate that name,” Jack muttered.

“Who gave the lecture about appropriate comm discipline last night?” Gabe asked sweetly.

“Oh, shut up.”

Actual comm discipline immediately dissolved in jokes and back-and-forth smacktalk, a release of tension that even Jack recognized as necessary before any real work could get done, especially since they were waiting for Team Tokki to get up to speed. Hanzo, recognizing at as well, went and fetched tea and cakes and fussy little finger sandwiches for himself and Ana and, eventually, Reinhardt when he came in off his own perimeter patrol with the members of the pack left on guard duty. She accepted the cup he poured and the plate he delivered with a gracious smile, setting aside her work for the moment, while in the background nearly everyone they loved pretended not to be afraid.

Four days they’d been in the field -- four days of hunting the monster haunting him, four nights of sleeping rough, fanning out from Cerrillos in a gradually expanding search pattern enabled by Jesse’s practical maintenance of multiple gasoline-powered vehicles and Jamie’s purpose-built technology. Hana had dropped her presentation and then bagged the rest of her classes to assist in the physical construction of the drones, displaying a level of mechanical skill that Hanzo at least had never suspected. (“When I was a kid, my cousins and my friend Dae-hyun and I built hovertech for competition before I got into gaming -- seriously, aniki, it’s like falling off a bike, you never really forget once you know how to do it.”) Genji and Lucio had done likewise with the programming, following Jamie and Roadie’s careful instructions, working late into the night on stress-testing up until the day before their departure. Hanzo, relegated to a support role, had helped prepare the supplies and the vehicles for departure, packing MATILDA and the largest of Jesse’s off-road capable Jeeps with military surplus rations and bottled water, three fully stocked first aid kits, the heavily warded four-season tents and camping gear going with Team Helicopter Parents and Team Tokki, and extra warm clothing for everyone. He forced cardigans and sweatshirts on all of them at breakfast the morning they departed, a meal he crawled out of Jesse’s warm embrace to make for them and to which he returned before he allowed them to leave.

Jesse had taken his face between his hands, his kiss sweet and soft, and Hanzo had exercised enormous restraint by making only a few rude gestures at his brother and friends as they whistled and shouted suggestions and encouragements ranging from the mildly obscene to the outright pornographic. Jesse’s husky laughter had warmed him almost more than the kiss as he drew them together and murmured against his ear, “I’ll bring Hana and Lu back safe and sound, I promise, and Roadie won’t let anything happen to Genji and Zen.”

“I know.” Hanzo replied, soft and low against his shoulder. “I just wish...I wish I could do more.”

“You’ll have plenty to do when we find this thing. For now, you’re our lifeline. Don’t forget that.” Jesse pressed a last kiss to his forehead. “We’ll be back before you know it, darlin’. Never fear.”

But fear he did, despite Jesse’s assurances, despite his knowledge of all their skill and ability and competence, because he also knew the cruelty and viciousness and above all else cunning of the thing that they hunted, a cunning that had concealed what he had become from their entire clan, from the sister raised at his side, from the Dragon of the South Wind himself. That concealed him now, still, even as they found the telltale traces of his passage through the world, marked on the holomap in a particularly vile shade of bilious yellow, twisting tracks that appeared and disappeared without apparent pattern, growing gradually denser as the search teams moved west. Fear moved him to carry an inflatable camping mattress down to the dining room, where the communications nerve center was set up by virtue of adequate work-and-table space, and built a nest where he slept, light and restless, alert to the slightest twitch of sound on the comms, the tiniest hint of distress, which mostly came in the form of bodies shifting in their sleep and a terrifyingly vast assortment of snores.

“Drones airborne and headed to optimal scan radius,” Hana reported. “You want me to send one of our spares up to keep an eye on the MiBs?”

“Couldn’t hurt to gather a little intel at this stage of the proceedings.” Jesse opined.

“It could if your drone is detected.” Terrifying Smoke Gabe pointed out. “If you send one up, I recommend passive visual observation only.”

“Doable. Lu, you wanna handle that while I get these puppies where they need to go?” A clattering of equipment on the line as Hana and Lucio moved about in their working shelter.

“Gotcha. Temporarily disabling the drone’s sensor package just to be on the safe side.” Lucio came on the line for the first time that day. “You want me to stream footage back to HQ?”

Hanzo glanced at Ana who nodded slightly and murmured, “If they can detect our drone sensor data streams, a video stream will hardly make matters worse, and if they cannot, we will have fresh information of our own.”

“True.” Hanzo replied as his stomach tried gamely to twist itself into a Lemarchand cube of pure dread. “Go ahead, Lucio.” He clicked his own comm off and looked back to Ana, meditatively sipping her tea. “If they -- if TALON -- detects our data streams, could they trace them here, to Cerrillos?”

“Theoretically? Yes. In practice, Jack and Gabriel and Jesse have all exerted considerable effort to make this place as difficult to find as possible for outsiders.” Ana smiled dryly. “And, in any case, they may be the least of our concerns at this juncture.”

“Point.” Hanzo muttered and clicked the comm back on, applying himself to his own tea in an effort to wring some calm out of his digestive tract.

“Team Tokki’s drones on station, optimal positioning.” Hana sang.

“Team Helicopter Parents, ready to begin scanning.” Jamie replied.

“Team Tattoo, likewise prepared.” Zen added tranquilly.

All three Basecamp icons flashed and Hanzo set the countdown timer. “Ten second timer.”

At ten, the holomap blossomed as the drones’ sensor packages and associated data streams came online, populating it with a picture of local reality that overlaid and intertwined with the topography in ways that would make a cartographer’s eyes bleed. In the corner, a secondary pane opened with Lucio’s camera drone feed as it climbed out of basecamp, view panning out across the remains of the Kozy Kot Motor Inn and its eight identical “log cabin” cottages plus the motel office, set around an inner courtyard that had once contained picnic tables and grills and now held two four-season tents linked by a vestibule, a camp sanitary structure, and a warmed, weatherproof work tent, where they also ate their meals. As Hanzo watched, Jesse made is way between two of the cottages and looked up, waved for the camera as Lucio panned and zoomed away, over the cracked and crumbling remnants of a paved road, through the remains of the little tourist town that had sprung up around the motel, as fully abandoned as it was, and into the desert beyond.

There the ground was rucked up and rugged, split by arroyos and tumbled spits of dark, jagged stone, blanketed in tough, autumn-browned grasses and scrubby, wind-tortured trees and shrubs, elevation rising steadily until the drone was climbing vertically along the wall of the mesa. The top of the mesa itself was so flat the TALON installation was clearly visible miles off, a crescent of four dun-colored prefab structures clustered together, their communications uplink arrays pointed skyward, the rest of their camp’s perimeter delineated in those pylons, spaced neatly exact distances apart. Lucio dropped the drone to a few inches above the mesa hardpack and brought it in behind the largest of the structures, up the back avoiding the windows, and settled it into place on the edge of structure’s roof, cameras trained down into the camp itself.

Ana moved to join Hanzo, teacup in hand, and settled to watch. Within the relatively compact confines of the camp, technicians in khaki jumpsuits were working with obvious care among the basalt-black rocks, scanning the petroglyphs with handheld devices, taking photographs and video, neither moving nor touching anything if they could avoid it.

“I’ll be damned,” Lucio muttered. “Maybe they are doing archaeological preservation work?”

“You have to admit, we’ve seen stranger things.” Genji remarked dryly.

“But if that’s the case, why are they crawling all over the school? And why’d they interrogate Hanzo about Professor Flakes-a-Lot? And what’s the deal with those pylons? And --” Hana’s stream of questions was cut off by the sound of smashing crockery and Hanzo’s involuntary yelp of pain as Ana gripped his arm with unexpectedly fierce strength.

“Pan back,” Ana snapped over his comm.

Lucio did so and Ana’s grip tightened another degree. “Jack, Gabriel...are you seeing this?”

The pair standing together before one of the largest single petroglyph displays in the camp were not dressed like technicians. One, scrawny and unshaven and bespectacled, dark hair going gray at the temples, wore an honest-to-gods white lab coat over his cable knit sweater and gray cargo pants, hands doing as much talking as his mouth as he conversed with his companion. That companion was a solid two, maybe as much as three, heads shorter, clad in rust red coveralls and heavy hiking boots and more toolbelts and their associated attachments than seemed possible, his hugely muscled and heavily tattooed shoulders uncovered and most of his face obscured by a genuinely impressive mass of thick blonde beard and mustaches.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jack breathed over the comm, his quiet carrying the relative force of an explosion.

“Torbjörn?” Terrifying Smoke Gabe sounded frankly stunned. “But...he and Ingrid retired years ago.”

“Apparently not,” Jack replied, grimly.

“This...changes the complexion of many things.” Reinhardt said, heavily, from the door and came to lay an enormous hand on his wife’s shoulder.

“It does?” Hanzo asked. “How? Why? What does this mean?”

“Too soon to tell on some of those, kid.” Jack said into the silence that followed. “But as to what it means? That little Viking wrench-slinger there is Torbjörn Lindholm and, once upon a time, he was a member of the same UN-sponsored special ops unit as Gabe and I -- Rein and Ana, Yanaba and Nate, too. Helped us save the world a time or six. And, if he’s involved with this bunch, TALON? That likely means nothing good and we should probably figure out what it is sooner rather than later.”

#WIP Ghost Stories On Route 66

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tumblunni · 5 years

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Misc thoughts of rambling development for my new yokai watch ocs family of hugs and sadness (blythe the Dimmy and amber the Gorgeous Ambassador)

* Amber was totally still Gorgeous Ambassador at heart even back when he was human. I feel like he probably dressed very plain and was very self concious for a long time, as well as also being poor as dirt so it wasnt really easy to be super fashion time. Perhaps the only way he was really able to be remotely flambouyant or pretty was just having a long ponytail that he was very proud of. It would have been easier to maintain a shorter hairstyle when you're struggling to even find somethibg to eat each day let alone a bath, but it just helped him hold on to a tiny bit of confidence. Even when he reincarnated as Gorgeous Ambassador he was still unconfident for a long time and it took all these centuries to fully embrace The Power Of Gorgeous. He was probably really shocked when he got his medal registered and heard his new yokai name, like uhh excuse me "must beautiful man who spreads beauty through the world with his smile" are you sure there hasnt been a mixup??? And nowadays he's become so happy with himself that he maybe dresses a little bit gaudy sometimes, but if you saw how he used to feel then you'd absolutely be cheering for him!

* he was probably worried that Blythe wouldn't recognise him when he finally managed to reunite with them, but i think the lil shadow ghost instantly knew it was their brother and ran straight into the biggest hug ever. "Im worried they'll think im all cringe and gaudy" NO UR LIL SIB IS IN AWE OF YOUR FASHION POWER AND HAPPY FOR YOUR CONFIDENCE

* I also think Amber would absolutely be proud of how much confidence Blythe has gained through travelling with the protagonist and co. Like "aaa the last time i saw you you were so tiny and shy!" "Yes, now i'm tall and shy!" "NUUUU STOP PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN"

* basically they are absolutely Shyness Fam, and Amber just approaches his anxieties differently with over-the-top fake boasting about his greatness instead of being honest about how bad he feels. So thats why itd be so heartwarming to see him genuinely making progress and genuinely seeing good parts of himself. ALL THANKS TO THE INTERNATIONAL GORGEOUSNESS ASSOCIATION OF THE AFTERLIFE, YES *cheesy makeover ads fly by in the background*

* Dimmy's fave food is rice balls not just cos ninja monster = rice balls, but cos for Blythe specifically it brings back happy memories of backstory ninja Amber in ye olden days packing lunches of love for his tiny friend. He was always broke in between finding bountys to hunt, so he was never able to cook anything too fancy, but those simple meals became associated with childhood in Blythe's heart. All the times this big strong human swordsman would have a moment of gentleness and offer his last bit of food to a useless little yokai like them. ("No!! You're a valued part of the team!! And growing children need this more than i do!! Besides, i'm so tough i don't need to eat." *stands up for a minute and blacks out*)

* Since this backstory took place before thee yokai watch was invented, you cant technically say Amber was Blythe's previous watchholder but like.. He totally was? Same formula of being a human you partner with and then go around fighting/befriending other yokai. I like to think that maybe before yokai medals became the latest trend and they set up the whole official regulated medal registration process, yokai would still give their human friends some sort of token of their friendship but it was just less organised. Like imbuing their soul energy into all sorts of shit like This Leaf I Found or One Shoe. Which could be used in the same way to summon them but obv was less conveinient, haha! I'm thinking maybe Blythe's bond object was just a neat rock, cos they were so young and didnt really own anything else to gift to this human. Like all they had was the coal from the hearth in the house they used to haunt, but thatd be too crumbly so they dug through to find the sturdiest and prettiest rock and Amber was like straigjt up crying from how touched this whole thing made him. I WILL TREASURE THIS PEBBLE MY TINY MONSTER CHILD...

* oh but just to rub salt in the wound i think he couldnt find it again when he woke up floating over his own burned corpse in the wreckage of his final fateful battle. There uhh..wasnt much of himself left, let alone anything he was holding. Itd kinda have to be that way cos if it worked like a yokai medal itd mean Amber could have instantly reunited with his friend and cut out all of these years of sad backstory, alas

* ok but imagine the cute and sweet emotionalness of then being able to swap medals when they see each other again, and have an actual magical guarantee of never losing their family ever again.

* I feel like Amber only initially agreed to join the Gorgeous Association because he wanted to get a job in the yokai world and save up to buy a decent house and decent level of income so that there would be a hapoy home waiting for his child whenever he finally found them. He didnt really believe that he had the potential to be a fashion icon, he just went along with it as an employment opportunity in his weird new ghost life. But OH NO, accidental self confidence!! (We are all very proud of him)

* oh and the Gorgeous Association doesnt work 100% identical to the anime version, i just like the anime's general concept. I feel like Gorgeous Ambassador is indeed a yokai species and not just a title, its less 'you were chosen by random lottery' and more 'you were chosen by destiny'...? Shy people who have potential to be fashion icons just tend to end up becoming the shy-people-with-potential-to-become-fashion-icons yokai, aka this. And the Gorgeous Association takes responsibility for finding all new Gorgeouses and training them to use their new powers instead of just staying in their shyness. Its more of a self help club? Oh and also the membership is full of other types of fashion yokai too, its not just Gorgeous Ambassadors. Just its only Gorgeous Ambassadors that get visited by the president as soon as they die and given a special invitation to join. So basically interpreting Gorgeous Ambassador as more 'this yokai is named that cos its powers are about encouraging people to be more confident aka introducing them to the world of fashion'. And less the idea that all Gorgeous Ambassadors used to be a different type of yokai and you can only become one by being picked by the club lottery. And also that its just a costume with no actual powers?? That was funny in the anime but i prefer if they actually could inspirit people and make them more confident and stuff.

* I FEEL LIKE IM EXPLAINING THIS BADLY, SORRY! Ok so uhh like yknow some clubs are all exclusive entry "you are not this thing til you join"? Like you cant be a country club member til you join the country club, and the sense of comeraderie there is just all being rich enough to pay for membership rather than having anything in common. But then there's stuff like lgbt groups or mental health support groups where youre all already the same thing and thats WHY you join the club. Anime version had Gorgeous Association be a country club and Gorgeous Ambassador be just a membership name rather than a real yokai form. Which, again, was really funny but i feel like it only works in a more gag focused series like the anime. Here i'm interpreting it that you can just be born in the species Gorgeous Ambassador, same as any other yokai like jibanyan or whatever, and it actually does have its own special powers and stuff. And its just that the Gorgeous Association sends out invites to any newborn yokai that have fashion related powers. So not all Gorgeous Ambassadors actually join the Gorgeous Association. Oh and Kageusuo is the actual yokai species name for those unaffiliated ones. The anime seemed to say that kageusuo was an unrelated new yokai that isnt in the games, that was just invented to have a form that Gorgeous Ambassador had before he became Gorgeous Ambassador. But i have Other Ideas

* i'll make it a new bullet point cos im getting all disorganized now aaaa

* ok so Kageusuo (or my fanmade eng dub name Shamshade) is Gorgeous Ambassador. Same thing. Same species. Kageusuo is a yokai personifying the idea of a fashionable beautiful person who never reached their potential in life due to social anxiety/bullying. Like an 'ugly duckling' story. Their default form is this shadowy looking depressed dude because their power is that they drain shadows from people, vampire style. This makes you 'less overshadowed", so you become more confident and people notice your unique style! But kageusuo cant use its powers on itself, so a lot of them stay in this shy form forever and just continue repeating the same overshadowed life they have as a human. The fabulous form that Gorgeous Ambassador has in the games is just simply the same yokai dressing differently- a kageusuo that managed to conquer its anxieties from its past life and take steps to embrace its true self! But theyre not actually any different in terms of powers, theyre still shadow vampires and their power to make people fabulous is just them eating your shadow. It was something they could already do before they became fabulous themself, now theyre just confident enough to match their powers, yknow? And also unrelatedly there's a club called Gorgeous Association that this particular kageusuo joined, which personally helped him in his journey of self confidence so he goes by the nickname Gorgeous Ambassador to advertise it. (Which is even more nicknamed into Amber cos he thinks it sounds cute)

* WHY ARE MY HEADCANONS SO OVERCOMPLICATED AAAaa

* anyway just imagine a vampire movie but its a supermodel lurching out of the shadows groaning "I VANT TO SUCK YOUR ANXIETY" and then when he bites you you become more confident. This is a Good Concept so i will somehow find a way to use it, dammit!! *b movie music* "OH NO THE MONSTER GOT TERRY" *terry suddenly wearing applebottom jeans*

* also imagine all of that but also the dude is a weird samurai being all "wow the wonders of the future" about thos applebottom jeans

* why do all my headcanons start as angst and end up as nonsense like this

#bunni plays yokai watch

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The Greatest Year in Horror Film History Part III: 1979

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The Greatest Year in Horror Film History Part III: 1979

Imagine you are in a restaurant. You sit in a dark corner booth and check out the menu. The faint smell of cigarettes smoked long ago fills your nostrils and Thelonious Monk tickles your eardrums. Now, this isn’t some posh bistro in Paris or somewhere “Midwest fancy” (like an Arby’s) it’s just a no-name corner spot in a no-name town. At this restaurant, you order yourself the classic three-course meal of an appetizer, entree and dessert. You have done this hundreds of times in your life, but this time is different. This meal just so happens to start off with THE BEST chicken wings you’ve ever eaten. That’s followed up by THE BEST cheeseburger you’ve ever had, and you end the meal with THE BEST piece of apple pie you’ve ever tasted. Using basic logic, that would make this the greatest restaurant you’ve ever been to, right? So what does this have to do with the greatest year in horror film history?

Now imagine that this restaurant represents 1979, the number one year in horror film history. We can call it the greatest because it features three best-of-all-time films in their sub-genre, all packed within one magical year. Within its 365 days, this year gave us the best vampire, zombie and science-fiction horror films that have ever been made. Some may try to debate these claims, but luckily for us, we have the math to back us up.

Over the past few weeks, we have examined the #2 (1986) and #3 (2017) best years in horror film history. This week, as a final gift from me in 2017, we will be looking at the films that make 1979 the greatest year in horror film history. For those of you unfamiliar with our process, here’s a quick refresher:

OUR METHODOLOGY OR: HOW WE LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE EXCEL

We took a look at all of the horror films from 1970 to 2017. (The early 1970’s were a starting point for us because A) We needed one and B) The frequency of quality and iconic horror films really picked up during this time).

To determine a “score” for each year, we took a look at 5 different rating sources-

Rotten Tomatoes Tomatometer Score

RT Critic’s Average Rating

RT Audience Score

RT Audience Average Rating

IMDB Viewer Ratings

– These ratings were averaged to find the “Fiend Score” for each film. We then combined the Fiend Score of the top three horror films from each year to give that year a total. I admit, the selection of the top three films was sometimes difficult. It was necessary to take other factors into account, such as the size of release, box office total and iconic status to determine which films were included in the top three. These three films were totaled and given an official number which we are calling its “NOFS Score”. These NOFS Scores ranged anywhere from 142 (Ouch) to 255.

So, without further ado, The Greatest Year in Horror Film History is:

Part III- 1979

NOFS Score- 255

The 1970’s were a tumultuous time in the United States and abroad. This was especially true at the end of the decade, where marginalized groups struggled to find their place in society and were denied basic rights from the newly galvanized conservative movement. This directly led to an influx of horror cinema across the country, packing small-town theaters with those wishing to escape. The 1970’s produced some of the finest horror films ever made, like The Exorcist (1973), Halloween (1978) and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974). Everything culminated in 1979, however, and we were given the greatest year in horror film history.

The horror films of 1979 are an amalgamation of the societal fears and attitudes toward authority the population felt all through the decade. Although horror has been an effective mirror for society throughout history, this is especially true for 1979. Here are the films with the top three Fiend Scores from that year:

#3- Nosferatu the Vampyre

Written and Directed By: Werner Herzog Starring: Klaus Kinski, Isabelle Adjani, Bruno Ganz

Fiend Score- 82

Werner Herzog’s Nosferatu the Vampyre is the best adaptation of Bram Stoker’s Dracula that has ever been made. Officially, it’s an adaptation-of-an-adaptation, but either way it far surpasses any other attempt at the story. Nosferatu (1922), directed by F.W. Murnau is gorgeous and iconic, but Herzog’s direction, cast and setting puts his version above the original. It is, quite simply, one of the most beautiful horror films ever produced.

Bruno Ganz, a man that has somehow found a way to look like Javier Bardem but talk like Tommy Wiseau, plays Jonathan Harker, a man sent to Count Dracula to sell a house. He and his beloved Lucy, played with an angelic ethereality by Isabelle Adjani, are thrust into harm’s way as the Count makes his way to town to set up shop. They are fine representations of their characters but are ultimately overshadowed by the performance of Kinski as Dracula.

He is not an attractive man who just happens to enjoy dark castles and dope capes. You cannot walk past him on the street and mistake him for yet another aristocratic gentleman. He is an animal, an apex predator than needs to hunt. Kinski plays the character with a hunger and a pent-up power that is unrivaled in the Dracula filmography. Herzog lights his sets so perfectly that even his bright-white complexion can be hidden from you if he so chooses. It is shown in several scenes that Dracula is capable of forcing you to do as he wishes. Harker is twice attacked and is unable to fully resist or remember it in the morning. Kinski’s vampire doesn’t resort to glamour or hypnosis, however, as he chooses to take what he wants and stare directly into your eyes as he takes it. The scenes where he enters the bedchambers of both Harker and Lucy are so chilling because of the hunger in Kinski’s eyes. It bores into the screen and creates an uneasiness in the viewer, almost as if he has triggered our prehistoric fight-or-flight response.

Nosferatu the Vampyre is required viewing for fans of vampires or horror in general. The film begins with actual mummified corpses from Mexico and only gets darker from there. Herzog fills every frame with a physical weight, forcing the audience to gasp to keep from asphyxiating. The scenery surrounding Harker as he journeys to Dracula’s castle, in any other film, would be gorgeous. In Herzog’s hands, however, every crag and rock looks like it is trying to keep Jonathan from finding the way. The wet trail would rather make it’s hiker slip and die than reach their destination. For to reach the castle they seek is a fate far, far worse than death.

#2- Dawn of the Dead

Written and Directed By: George A. Romero Starring: David Emge, Ken Foree, Scott Reininger

Fiend Score- 84

I remember the first time that I ever saw this film. I was way too young to be watching it, but when you’re in grade school and home alone sick with the flu, you watch whatever VHS tapes are at your disposal. Feeling OK (maybe I was just playing hookie? I can’t remember, but I wouldn’t put it past me), I made myself some lunch and popped in Dawn of the Dead. Many of the film’s central themes went way over my head, but the gore definitely did not. I distinctly remember feeling physically sick after watching the movie. So, I may have been faking my illness at first, but I was most definitely ill afterwards.

The film seems almost tame by today’s standards, but in 1979 it was a gore-fest unlike anything else in theaters. George A. Romero took what shocked audiences in his classic Night of the Living Dead (1968) and turned those scenes up to 11 and shot them in living color. Tom Savini, now regarded as one of the finest effects artists in horror film history, was still a young Vietnam War Veteran when tabbed for this film. His practical gore effects have gone down in history as some of the finest ever filmed, even with the crazy-bright fake blood that he hated so much.

The blood and guts made the film stood out for 8-year-old me, but its central theme of commercialism and the dehumanization of its survivors are what make the film so special today. Everyone knows that setting the film in a shopping mall was no accident, and Romero wanted to make a statement about how the need to buy material things turns us into inhuman beings. That message still works today, only you can now replace the shopping mall with the endless shelves of online shopping experiences. We stare at our screens and drool over (BRAINS!) digital images of things we absolutely must have or else we will surely perish. I like nice things, so I don’t really care what Romero has to say about my shopping habits, but the hedonism and greed that the survivors show is what interests me.

The ending of the film is almost inconsequential. It is the behaviors shown by the survivors of the worldwide epidemic that is what makes this film so powerful. The actions of the initial survivors and the stupid desperation of the motorcycle gang shaped what zombie films and television eventually became. At a certain point, it’s no longer about the reanimated dead, but how we interact with one another as survivors that makes zombie cinema so interesting. Without Dawn of the Dead, the zombie genre would have died out long ago and the horror genre as a whole would not be the same.

#1- Alien

Directed By: Ridley Scott Written By: Dan O’Bannon Starring: Sigourney Weaver, Tom Skerritt, John Hurt

Fiend Score- 89

Priority one: Insure return of organism for analysis. All other considerations secondary. Crew expendable.

So reads Special Order 937 from the fine folks at Weyland-Yutani. These fourteen words are the central driving force for an entire franchise that has now reached an incredible 8 films. It is also indicative of a sentiment many people felt in 1979. The government and corporations cannot be trusted and will do anything to further their reign and expand their power.

The film itself is a perfect horror movie. Some have called it a slasher film in space, likening the Xenomorph to everyone’s favorite terrestrial killing machine, Michael Myers. They have even compared the Nostromo to a haunted house. While this is completely valid, I have recently run across a point of view that paints the film in an entirely different light. You see, Alien isn’t a slasher, its a possession film.

The haunted house is not the freighter Nostromo, but instead the planet LV-426 where the crew encounters the abandoned alien spacecraft. They are sent to the ship because of a mysterious beacon, luring them in even though some may see it as a warning. The crew investigates the ship, then something attaches itself to Kane (Hurt). The others rush him back to the mother ship, which only allows it to spread and evolve, putting everyone else on the crew at risk. The Nostromo represents a host body, and the Xenomoph a possessing entity. Once invited in by the foreign agent Ash (here an android, but in other films shown as a demon or Satan himself), the entity systematically destroys everything that made the host unique and independent. As the final battle between Ripley and the beast showed us, the only way to survive a possession film is through exorcism.

Whatever lens you choose to view the film through, Alien remains one of the finest horror films ever made. It is tied with Silence of the Lambs (1991) as the film with the highest Fiend Score we calculated, and it launched the careers of Scott and Weaver. Although the on-board “computer” looks a little silly by today’s standards, the rest of the film holds up and is just as terrifying today as it was in 1979. Scott’s ability to film in tight, dark spaces is unparalleled, and the creature design by H.R. Giger is still regarded as the finest in horror film history. The bio-mechanical quality of the Xenomorph makes it difficult, especially when the ship’s lights begin to strobe, to distinguish what is ship and what is alien. This forces the audience to stay on edge and to constantly search behind the characters and down the dark hallways for the creature. It is a masterclass in film-making and suspense-building, and it led the way in making 1979 the greatest year in horror movie history.

Honorable Mentions:

We’ve determined that 2017, 1986 and 1979 were the top three years in horror film history, but what was the top decade? According to our calculations, the 1970’s carry the highest average NOFS Score at 224. Even though the current decade started poorly, 2016 (224) and 2017 (234) may be a sign of what’s to come in the next few years and it may push the 2010’s over the top.

Even though it is considered an all-time classic (for some reason), 1979’s The Amityville Horror didn’t quite crack the top-3 for the year. It finished with a lowly Fiend Score of 50.

1979 also gave us David Cronenberg’s The Brood (Fiend Score– 71), Phantasm (Fiend Score– 69) and When a Stranger Calls (Fiend Score– 52). Not all of these are are earth-shatteringly good films, but all have become iconic movies that are must-watches for horror fans.

Although it was only a made-for-TV miniseries, Tobe Hooper’s Salem’s Lot also premiered in 1979. I mention this exclusively for the bedroom window scene. I still have nightmares about that one.

Dis-Honorable Mentions:

Whenever you are crunching the numbers, looking to find the “Best Of” anything, you inevitably discover the “Worst Of”. Here are the worst years in horror film history-

Although 2015 gave us The Babadook (and we say thankya), the year as a whole came in as the #3 worst year of all time with an NOFS Score of only 152. The other films from that year were poorly received, including Annabelle (Fiend Score– 44) and Ouija (Fiend Score– 31).

The number two worst year in horror film history was 1989, which finished with an NOFS Score of 149. The top-three films for that year ended up being Pet Sematary (Fiend Score– 58), Puppet Master (Fiend Score– 48) and A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child (Fiend Score– 48).

Last and definitely least, the worst year in horror film history was 1995! Demon Knight (Fiend Score– 55), Species (Fiend Score– 45) and Village of the Damned (Fiend Score– 41) were the top three films of the year, totaling an NOFS Score of only 142.

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So, there you have it! 1979 is officially the greatest year in horror film history. What do you think about our findings? Head over to our Official Facebook Group and let us know! Where would you rank these years? What do you think makes the 1970’s the best decade for horror? Do you think the 1980’s should be above it? Put on your thinkin’ caps and tell us your opinions!

#alien #amityville horror #dawn of the dead #demon knight #george romero #greatest year in horror film history #horror #horror films #nosferatu the vampyre #phantasm #ridley scott #Salem's Lot #sigourney weaver #species #the brood #village of the damned #werner herzog #when a stranger calls

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The Greatest Year in Horror Film History Part III: 1979

New Post has been published on https://nofspodcast.com/greatest-year-horror-film-history-part-iii-1979/

The Greatest Year in Horror Film History Part III: 1979

OUR METHODOLOGY OR: HOW WE LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE EXCEL

To determine a “score” for each year, we took a look at 5 different rating sources-

Rotten Tomatoes Tomatometer Score

RT Critic’s Average Rating

RT Audience Score

RT Audience Average Rating

IMDB Viewer Ratings

So, without further ado, The Greatest Year in Horror Film History is:

Part III- 1979

NOFS Score- 255

#3- Nosferatu the Vampyre

Written and Directed By: Werner Herzog Starring: Klaus Kinski, Isabelle Adjani, Bruno Ganz

Fiend Score- 82

#2- Dawn of the Dead

Written and Directed By: George A. Romero Starring: David Emge, Ken Foree, Scott Reininger

Fiend Score- 84

#1- Alien

Directed By: Ridley Scott Written By: Dan O’Bannon Starring: Sigourney Weaver, Tom Skerritt, John Hurt

Fiend Score- 89

Priority one: Insure return of organism for analysis. All other considerations secondary. Crew expendable.

Honorable Mentions:

Even though it is considered an all-time classic (for some reason), 1979’s The Amityville Horror didn’t quite crack the top-3 for the year. It finished with a lowly Fiend Score of 50.

Although it was only a made-for-TV miniseries, Tobe Hooper’s Salem’s Lot also premiered in 1979. I mention this exclusively for the bedroom window scene. I still have nightmares about that one.

Dis-Honorable Mentions:

Whenever you are crunching the numbers, looking to find the “Best Of” anything, you inevitably discover the “Worst Of”. Here are the worst years in horror film history-

Join the Discussion:

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