RIP H.R. Giger :(

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For those who don’t already know, H.R. Giger died last month after an unfortunate accident in his home. Giger created the character designs and landscapes in Ridley Scott’s blockbuster Alien movie franchise. His famous biomechanical art in Necronomicon, is said to be the inspiration behind the Alien films. This New York Times article explains all the details about his death HERE. However I don’t want to talk about H. R. Giger’s death. I want to take a moment to celebrate the amazing work and life of this artist.

H. R. Giger did so much more than just work on the Alien movies. In addition to being an artist, he was also a sculptor and furniture designer, whose works can be seen in his museum. Despite gaining success, Giger is still a misunderstood figure. The art community never gave him his due, demeaning his work by shelving it under “pornographic kitsch.” If all you can see when you look at H. R. Giger’s art are penises, I honestly don’t know what to tell you. Look at his writhing landscapes more closely. Observe how he weaves intricate detailing with phantasmal surrealism. Heavy, dark colors play up his muted highlights, which gives his work an almost metallic appearance. He combines metal with flesh with alien and yet familiar forms. The fact many of his creatures are in the act of foreplay or copulation only adds to the phantasmagoria.

How H.R. Giger’s Brilliant Madness Helped Make Alien So Erotic.

His imagery speaks to me on a deeper, psychological level. When I look at his work, I am reminded how frightening sex is. Sexuality  can be predatory…gritty…even violent. Erotic horror isn’t new, and yet many are quick to write it off as “porn” just because there’s a breast or penis on the canvas. But what of the “alien” that lurks in all of us? What of the bizarre contortions we all make during lovemaking? Is “lovemaking” too cutesy a word when what we truly desire is more honest and dark? H. R. Giger pushed boundaries. He frightened us by flicking the light on and exposing our “nakedness.” He created one of the most popular and iconic monster in cinematic history! And for that, he has my utmost respect. May he rest in peace.

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The Moth Diaries (2011)

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Director: Mary Harron (female director, whoohoo!) 

Starring: Sarah Bolger, Lily Cole, Sarah Gadon, and Scott Speedman

Let me begin this review with a quote from the movie. Ahem. There are three things in every gothic vampire story:

  • 1. Sex
  • 2. Blood
  • 3. Death

But in this movie there’s a missing element. So I’ll just come out (no pun intended) and write it:

  • 4. Lipstick femmes and implied lesbianism

16yr old Rebecca is a *cough*closeted*cough* student at an all-girl boarding school. She shares a room with Lucy, her “best friend” *cough*girlfriend*cough,* who offers “comfort” in the wake of Rebecca’s father’s suicide. Rebecca makes a habit of joining Lucy in the bathtub and caressing her face (cuz straight girls LOVE sharing intimate bubble baths together.) They even have an “out” token lesbian friend named Charlie who they hang out with, too. Yup.  Everything in Rebecca’s sapphic utopia is cool until a new girl, Ernessa, shows up on campus.

Rebecca becomes troubled *cough*jealous*cough* when Lucy and Ernessa develop an unnatural friendship *cough*havingsex*cough. Mmmhmm there’s a love scene between the two girls. And menses. Mattress. Staining. Menses. I was half-expecting to see gory muff-diving stuff, but thankfully the movie didn’t go there. Rebecca is convinced Ernessa is a vampire. Ernessa walks through glass. She pops up everywhere in Rebecca’s wet dreams. And the girl has a rotten scent and never seems to eat at the cafeteria.

Rebecca goes so far as to burn her rival in a coffin. But you stopped paying attention once I wrote “lesbian love scene” right?  Let’s be honest. We’re here for the thinly veiled girl-on-girl stuff. Yes? OK? Good. I’m not the only one.

“The Moth Diaries” is long, predictable, and maudlin at times. The actress who plays Rebecca isn’t very convincing, and there’s not much horror here, either. What this movie has a lot of are perky femmes, meta gothic theory and…um…yeah. That’s about it. The plot is a hot mess. The ending doesn’t even make sense. But I’m giving it a “C.” I can see where the director meant to go, but there were too many derailments along the way to give this movie the bite it needed (pun intended.) I recommend this movie for folks who enjoy underaged schoolgirl fantasy flicks. And weird closeted lesbianism. Sigh.

The Alpha Wolf Bent Me Over (Review)

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http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/205972

I met the author of this  short story on Goodreads. It was free on smashwords, and so I sat down and gave it a go.

To be fair, this story is more erotica than horror, but I’m always down for smut. However I was disappointed that the Alpha Wolf played such a teensy role. The premise of the story is pretty basic: slutty step-sisters at summer camp discover urban legend about an Alpha Wolf’s insatiable lust for virgins. I was hoping to see more doggy-stalking and frothy, teen homicides in the woods, but alas. I guess there is only so much you can pack into a 3,000 word story. Anyway, the story wasn’t bad. Just not what the title advertised. The slutty stepsisters got more action from human boys than werewolves. It was a free story so I don’t feel gipped. But yeah, don’t go into it thinking you’ll see lots of carnage and beastly transformations. This isn’t that kind of story. Still, I’m glad I picked it up. 3.5 stars out of 5!

Welcome Damsel Cannibal!

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Favorite Horror Director: Quentin Tarantino

Favorite Horror Author: Edgar Allan Poe

Fun Fact: Cannot Be Tickled

Current Obsession: Breaking Bad, The Walking Dead, Rooibos Soy Milk Lattes, Corset Training

Salutations and crimson nightmares, my dear readers. I am Damsel Cannibal, your neighborhood Domina, man-eater, psychic, and professional storyteller. I’ve been published in many horror e-zines, anthologies, and small publishers. And I’ve sailed around the world enough times to know there are two kinds of people in this world: those who love horror and those who don’t.

Horror is such a misunderstood medium. Horror proponents are blamed for facilitating gratuitous violence in the media and for the rise of an aggressive, out-of-control culture. After all, if everyone just stopped buying violent movies and video games our society could prevent mass shootings and serial killings!

Ahem. Sound familiar?

At some point in your life, someone has tried to make you feel guilty for hanging that Freddy Krueger poster over your bed or for buying that Stephen King novel. Friends and family might have interrogated you or asked outright, “Why are you so obsessed with death and unpleasantness? Why can’t you just collect Pokémon cards like your cousin?”

To the uninformed, a love for ironic and macabre things seems strange. But it is false to assume all horror-lovers are obsessed with death and violence. If anything, we are the loudest celebrators of life! We just prefer not to live in an illusion where evil does not exist, where good guys always win, and where bad things never happen to good people.

People are capable of committing unspeakable acts of horror without inspiration from Marilyn Manson, Quentin Tarantino, or Clive Barker. Evil exists in all of us, and I choose to purge these dark impulses through fiction and film.

I write erotic-horror, gothic noir, and dark speculative fiction. My first novel, Tuesday Apocalypse, is an erotic-horror WWII story about nuns and tentacles. I like sex (with guys, girls, and vibrators), macabre aesthetics, and wearing red lipstick and tight corsets. You can visit my website vicycross.com and follow me on twitter @VicyCross, facebook, and my blog.

It was a pleasure to introduce myself and I hope you’ll stick around with the Damsels more often.

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