After forever and a day, I’m reviving my horror movie review website and giving Dexter, a pink and red harlequin style fat bunny and Ichabod, his smaller more light beige frankenbunny brother a new look to the site.
I never stopped watching cult, horror or overall bad movies even when life got in the way. My hand stitched frankenbunnies, brought into the world in 2003, will never stop being the more public voice behind the movies I watch, love and ultimately critique with bunny abandon.
I will give an overview on what first inspired me with a little revamping as it has been awhile. I subject you to….The Bunny Manifesto:
Whatever happened to the old school sci-fi and horror double features of old? There are drive in theaters still, and if you’re lucky, you might get to see two movies for the price of one.
I didn’t grow up in such an era. As a child, what I didn’t see on the big screen (in an indoor auditorium) I saw on television.
The first time I ever saw a horror movie was at the age of nine. Sure, my classmates would talk about A Nightmare on Elm Street at recess, but I saw the beginning of A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors one night. I was nine, my younger brother five. After the first ten minutes or so, I grew so scared, I ran out out of the room while my brother watched and enjoyed the rest of the movie.
Three years later, I see the end of Dream Warriors on Channel 11, or what would be the WB network. I was scared, but not as upset as I was at nine. I later watch the movie in its entirety. A better part of middle school, I watched the Nightmare on Elm Street and Friday the Thirteenth series. I watched other stand alone horror movies, but I found I liked the franchise series best.
I’ve seen more than enough horror movies and wish to subject you, the reader to the same. Welcome to Bad Movie Bunnies.