
By @hmsbeefnuts
I love Halloween, I’m not quite sure why, but I love it. When I was a kid, we obviously went trick or treating, and it was fun, but it also made me incredibly sad. Why you ask? Well you see, where I lived, Halloween was never that big a deal. My parents tried their best and they always made it fun, but what I wanted to experience was that Halloween amazingness that every American child has every year. I was majorly jealous. There is something heart-warming about the entire community coming together, dressing up as monsters and ghouls in order to eat sweets and more importantly, ward off the dead for another year. It seems strange that the Americans take All Hallows Eve far more seriously than us Brits, because originally, it’s our bloody festival!! But anyway, good luck to them, I’m just a bitter, jealous man who can no longer dress up as a werewolf, or vampire and go knocking on doors for sweets, people thought I was weird last year for some reason…

I have then, been forced to find different outlets in order to have fun this Halloween. I have considered Ghost Walks, and Ghost Tours, but I imagine that the worst day to attend one of these is on Halloween, far too busy, I’ll go the day after. There are costume parties of course, but to be honest, I don’t drink, and the thought of being trapped in a house with fifty odd pissed up monsters, beloved characters and slutty vampires (wait, maybe I will have a party), is a bit of a nightmare. I couldn’t get anyone to attend a Black Mass at the local grave yard, and it’s hard to find the local Witches Coven in the Yellow pages, and the Google search I did, whilst visually stimulating wasn’t really what I was after. Time to rummage through the DVD shelves, invite a select few friends, slutty vampire costumes optional, but preferred, make some themed food and drinks, and sit back and get our scare on in a Halloween Movie Marathon.

I’ve tried to get a good varied selection together for today’s Marathon, so we don’t get bored, or feel the need to do something productive, as enthusiasm is at its peak, I have gone for Nosferatu. Yes it’s a silent movie, and black and white, but the eerie feeling that the film exudes is a good Omen (see what I did there?) for the films to come, we are all drawn into the nightmare unfolding on screen, and it is a great way to kick off this night. Oh by the way, I won’t be reviewing these films, but this will be more about the atmosphere and general mood of the evening. The film holds us in a sort of rapture, halfway through, the snacks stop being snacked and we are drawn into the silent horror. Once the film is over we snap out of the trance, and everyone says how surprised they are that they liked it and how creepy it was, score one for me I think.

A change of pace perhaps, and our first vote of the night. Well our contenders are Paranormal Activity, The Last Exorcism and An American Werewolf in London. We vote American Werewolf 5 – 3, and so off to the moors of England we go, beware the moon. We have all seen this before, and so a different atmosphere descends, not the eerie silence of Nosferatu, but a jovial talkative atmosphere, joking about when we first saw it, our favourite bit and Jenny Agutter in the shower. The energy levels in the room are at a peak, and everyone is having a great time with John Landis’ masterpiece. The film seems to fly by, considerably more crisps are eaten and drinks are drunk, and before we know it Jenny Agutter is crying and the werewolf isn’t a wolf any more, this doesn’t dampen our spirits though, onwards to….

The losers of the vote demand Paranormal Activity, and so we slip it in to the DVD player and off we go. Once more discussions range from, ‘Is the girl attractive?‘ we decide yes of course she is, and ‘how much of a dick is her boyfriend?‘ The men decide that they would be better boyfriend material then the dick in the film as the girls tut, and the first half of the film passes in this manner. The second half is a different matter, watching Paranormal Activity at home, is a different thing all together than in a cinema, this movie was made for DVD. Once the shit really hits the fan we are all jumping and going along with the action on screen, one member of the group, who has not seen it before is quite scared, this is defiantly the way to watch this movie. During one of the security camera montages, the door bell rings and some of the more unstable members jump, but it wasn’t a Demon, merely the Pizza Guy.

A short break is the order of the day as the sun goes down outside and the night begins proper. The X-Box gets turned on and a few games of Nazi Zombies later, and a few toilet breaks, we are ready to continue. I decide that I should choose the next film, and go for the little known Trick ‘r Treat. No one has seen this before, I had heard good things online, and so this is the first film tonight no one has seen. Wow, it is great. A myriad of stories all take place in a town on Halloween, and nasty things happen. This film has a bit of everything in it and it once more energises the room. Hot girls, nasty surprises, and spooky pumpkin headed kids all add to the fun, it is a worthy addition to the marathon, and will be a Halloween staple from now on.

Its dark now, and we have the sweets out ready for any Trick or Treaters, we have all eaten rather a lot, so the food is relegated to the kitchen for the time being, and we decide that a change of genre is needed. A classic we can all agree on and love is the order of the day, and vote number 2. Scream, Scream 4, I Know What You Did Last Summer and Alien. An eclectic mix. The winner? A draw between the two Screams, a further round knocks out the latest one, so we put on the original and best. Boisterous may be the best word to describe how this film went down. We all try an approximation of the Scream Voice and ask each other what’s your favourite scary movie? And do you want to die Sydney? All part of the fun. What a great film Scream is a classic. However, after five films, fatigue is starting to seep in, it’s time to end the fun for one October night.
