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Sisters (1972) – Episode 128 – Decades of Horror 1970s

“There was no body because there was no murder!” Of course, if you say it often enough, it becomes a bit hypnotizing. Join your faithful Grue Crew – Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, and Jeff Mohr – as they try to keep their eyes on the aforementioned body in Brian De Palma’s Sisters (1972). […]

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[Podcast] Dressed to Kill (1980) – Episode 111 – Decades of Horror 1980s

 “Every nightmare has a beginning… This one never ends.” The dream logic of  Dressed to Kill  is ever present. Director Brian De Palma isn’t nearly as interested in a coherent story as he is the visuals. So many elaborate split diopter shots. More than a few split screens. That weird soft focus that was […]

Decades of Horror 1970s Gruesome Podcasts

[Podcast] Carrie (1976) — Episode 42 — Decades of Horror 1970s

“They’re all going to laugh at you! They’re all going to laugh at you!” – Margaret White’s desperate pleading rings in her daughter’s mind as she is consumed with rage after she is bathed in pig’s blood at her senior prom in Brian De Palma’s horror classic CARRIE (1976). It’s the moment horror fans in […]

Decades of Horror 1970s Gruesome Podcasts

[Podcast] Phantom of the Paradise (1974) — Episode 40 — Decades of Horror 1970s

“Carburetors man! That’s what life is all about.” – The opening lyrics of the song Upholstery from the rock opera Phantom of the Paradise sum it all up nicely. Music is the creative juice of life and sometimes to succeed in the music business you have to deal with shady characters. In the Brian De […]

Decades of Horror 1970s Gruesome Podcasts

[Podcast] The Fury (1978) — Episode 35 — Decades of Horror 1970s

“I killed her. I knew I would, the first time I said ‘Hello’.” – the tagline for The Fury  masks the madness that is master director Brian DePalma’s often overlooked film released following his massive hit Carrie. All the DePalma signature moves are on display and the blood runs gruesome red, just ask John Cassevettes. […]