FROM THE DESK OF GIANNI ROSSI.
Posted on October 24, 2013 4 Comments
Gianni Rossi is an exceptionally difficult man to get in touch with. The famous Italian-Canadian film composer rarely leaves the shores of his private Mediterranean isle and has reportedly only come out of seclusion twice over the past decade, both occasions to commence work on horror scores, one for Gutterballs in 2009 and the other for Star Vehicle in 2011. TNUC had one rare opportunity to work with Rossi on a video edit for his cover of ‘C Beams’ a few years back, but that meeting of the maestros required TNUC to voyage some 6,000 miles to Rossi’s heavily guarded manor. While Rossi and TNUC collaborated under the same roof, they never once saw each other or made eye contact during the entire visit. Clear instruction was given that his privacy was paramount and we had to work in separate wings of his fortress at all times. On my final night I was pampered with massages from his 220 lb housekeeper/bodyguard Floriana and was served plates of Linguine Alle Vongole out on his gazebo. It was a weekend I’d surely never forget and would be my one and only “contact” with Rossi, until I received this letter on my doorstep yesterday…
Dear Sig. Tunc,
BODACIOUS HORROR BEDROOMS.
Posted on October 21, 2013 1 Comment
At the beginning of every autumn season since 1985, Uncle T says farewell to sunny California and flies to TNUC estates, located in the remote corner of the world known as Castle Rock, Maine. Similar to how you can count on just about every day in California being sunny with clear skies, during this time of year the air in Castle Rock is brisk, damp and eerily dark. It’s this type of climate that creates the ideal atmosphere for an ultimate, autumn-paradise getaway. Castle Rock also experiences a consistent mist flowing through the streets that locals say represents the trapped souls of dead prostitutes that used to cater to local fishermen back during the late 70’s. I’ll say this, it’s extremely similar to the fog roaming around the fictional town of Dunwich, seen in the Lucio Fulci classic ‘City of the Living Dead’.
Honorable Mentions:
Billy in Creepshow
Eddie in Trick or Treat
Charles in No Small Affair
Michael in Brainscan
FUNHOUSES.
Posted on October 14, 2013 1 Comment
If you ventured into “funhouses” during the 1980’s and are living to tell about it, consider yourself lucky. Lucky that you aren’t DEAD + BURIED. Grandfather TNUC told tales of how kids were being swallowed up inside these things, and if Grandfather TNUC said it, consider it true. To this day, the entire concept of the carnival, fair or traveling amusement park is pretty terrifying to begin with. The typical deal is that a bunch of strangers roll into your city or town who have been tearing it up on the road for God knows how long, some of them possibly even born on the road, facing a lifelong sentence of being a carny. Rides are set up with just enough nuts + bolts installed the equipment to not kill anyone…but even if that happens, they’ll be packed up and off to the next town before a lawsuit or investigation can even begin. Normally trailer-semis unfold to what becomes the full-blown funhouse. Space is limited inside, which allows for elaborate wackiness and in-your-face hijinks. Curious ones like TNUC like to creep around to the backside of the funhouse to see how this magical transformation takes place, but quickly turn back and walk away after getting some rapey glares from the bearded lady and lobster boy who are on break, sharing a carton of cigarettes.
Presented so far is a pretty grim look at the funhouse, but I assure you TNUC is a longtime supporter of these places. The funhouse is a staple at the typical carnival, but probably remains the most unpopular attraction of the bunch. It’s an easy attraction to skip if you’re a thrill-seeker who paid to go on a ride that will have you hurling up that combination fried-dough-corn-dog you insisted on having. The next time you frequent the fair or carnival, take a stroll through the funhouse. The comic book-style artwork and design alone should lure you inside – it’s usually pretty impressive, many times with horror as a main focal point, which is a great feature if your fair comes around during the summer months (it’s like having an off-season haunted house). Blinking and fluorescent lights are peppered throughout the exterior and usually the carnies, being big heavy metal fans, blast this type of heavy metal to allure crowds over:
The inner-features of the funhouse vary from one carnival production to the next. If lucky you’ll get a walkthrough and you won’t be forced to ride in a foolish cart. Walkthroughs are appealing because it allows you and your group to roam free. If you happen to be on a hot carnival date, this might be your chance to seduce your partner behind a dark corner…just try to avoid being eaten by a ghoulie, clown or inbred carny-worker. Most commonly the entire walkthrough will be a maze consisting of such features as tipping/moving floors, strobe lights, distorting mirrors, dark corridors, loud noises, fog and strange smells……with a slam-damn guarantee on the bad smells.
My recommendation to people who have the unfortunate disadvantage of not being able to visit a nearby funhouse, your best bet is renting Ghoulies 2 or The Funhouse for the most accurate depiction of what generally happens inside. Take it as a warning!
Below, an abandoned funhouse.
CHAINSAW’S ALARM CLOCK.
Posted on October 10, 2013 2 Comments
No one on this planet wakes up as refreshed and ready to conquer the day like Francis “Chainsaw” Gremp. If you’re the type that has trouble waking up in the morning, my advice to you is to follow the advice of this horror-obsessed student from Ocean Front High..
Up and at em’! Just look at the expressions on his face throughout the sequence. Is that not how you’d like to wake up every morning? Sure, that blissful look is partly due to particular morning glory-symptoms from hazy dreams about the new Italian exchange student Anna-Maria, but the hand was a big help too. Go ahead and toss your digital alarm clocks in the garbage because this severed hand tickling your neck is all you’ll require for a proper way to start your day. TNUC will begin to examine Chainsaw’s amazing bedroom on post coming next week. Stay tuned..
COME TO ME.
Posted on October 7, 2013 2 Comments
As much as TNUC looks forward to a good ol’ homicidal, disfigured maniac stalking the streets after a pack of promiscuous teens, it’s nice to see the tables turn once in a while. In 1988’s Fright Night Part 2, babe-vamp Regine Dandrige has big plans of avenging her brothers death (Jerry “Trench-coat” Dandrige) by turning young Charley Brewster into a bloodsucking creature of the night so that he can face the ultimate punishment that he deserves – immortality. Regine is quite the alluring hellcat who mesmerizes Charley with her sultry moves and tender touch.
TNUC likes to think of himself as someone who could easily turn away from Regine’s hypnotic eyes and find the strength to slay this nighttime biter…but if I ran into this sort of situation while Deborah Holland’s ‘Come to Me’ was playing in the background, forget it. I’d be neck-to-fangs with the she-bat and soon be living in eternal hell! But at least I’d be going out with a wonderful roll-in-the-hay with Regine Dandrige. It could be worse.
This song comes from the still-unreleased soundtrack to the film and capitalizes on one of the pivotal themes from the first Fright Night movie, Brad Fiedel’s ‘Come to Me’. The vocals on the original song were weak and didn’t produce the boner-chiling vibes that you’re hearing now. I always preferred the moodier instrumental, which we featured here on a post for CAMP TNUC back in 2009. Watching the sequel led me to realize that the song needed a woman’s touch, which happened when Deborah Holland was asked to cover the track. The music is taken to it’s sexual peak and I could not be happier with having this bootleg version from our bud Phaota which upon first listen made me feel like I was living in some VHS-sexual-dream-fantasy. Hopefully you experience similar symptoms. Enjoy.

































