Showing posts with label horrific. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horrific. Show all posts

Monday, April 6, 2015

Vintage Comics: Horrific, Issue #1: The Ghost's Last Laugh, Iron Doom, The Dancer of Death (Pg. 18 - End )

Finishing up the rest of this issue, Horrific appears to be surprisingly short compared to other series issues I've posted. I'd like to start this entry by saying something I think will be on everyone's minds after reading these pages. Pennypacker is the greatest surname ever created. Also, I wonder if the Ghost's Last Laugh partially inspired Neil Jordan when he wrote the screenplay for High Spirits? I actually really liked this one, and in fact would go so far as to say it's just about my favorite written story from any of the comics I posted so far, in it's charming little way. Any time bureaucracy and economics are brought in to deal with the supernatural, it's always worth a good laugh. A lot of these stories, such as Iron Death, also really make me long for the days of horror when spooky castles were employed more regularly. Do you hear me, Hollywood? Bring back the cobwebs and the stone ruins, the iron maidens and the tortured souls. Because there are only so many vintage comics left for me to post!
















Sunday, March 22, 2015

Vintage Comics: Horrific, Issue #1: Hangman's Holiday & The Refugee From a Locked Cabin (Cover - Pg. 15 )

A pretty short-running series in the early 50s, horrific has some intriguing art, and even more intriguing elements pointing out exactly the sort of thing that made horror comics so devious that parents had to protect their children from being polluted with such evils. For instance...evidence of psychological imbalances...in a child! The first story, Hangman's Holiday, reminds me an awful lot of the first episode of Tales From the Crypt, a series that saw it's birth in the comic format as well, released around the same period as Horrific. Our second story touches on one of my favorite subjects...revenge from beyond the crave. Honestly, this is some of the higher quality vintage horror I've read, and though not absolutely original (there's no such thing as a unique story), it has the right amount of...viciousness...to make you grip at your sheets when the lights go down at night.