Episode 149: It Swallows

Episode 149: It SwallowsThis week on the Acid Pop Cult Podcast, Jeremy and Jason welcome back Thomas Bryce of Shit Movie Fest to the third mic position. The show kicks off as Tom and Jason recap their trip to Blobfest 2015 in Phoenixville, PA to celebrate the classic 1958 film. The chat focuses on some of the awesome street vendors, a 3D viewing of ‘The Creature From The Black Lagoon’ and Jason coming to the aid of one of Universal’s classic monsters. Talk then turns to the freshly released horror flick, ‘It Follows.’ It’s a roller coaster ride as tempers flare when Tom and Jeremy battle for horror fan supremacy! If nothing more it’s a glimpse into the minds of two mad men! The power trio also chats about the next installment of ‘Ghostbusters’ and the outbreak of faux outrage surrounding this project and countless others. It’s one for the ages and we wrap it all up in a neat little package long before Tom’s next dose of B vitamins! Give it a listen and spread the word!

Episode 149: It Swallows

Episode 135: An Episode So Nice, We Did It Twice!

Episode 135: An Episode So Nice, We Did It Twice!It’s time for another exciting episode of the Acid Pop Cult Podcast! This week, Jeremy discusses the concept of “the gated community of horror,” how horrors fans could be the worst type of fans and finally vents his frustrations! Jason gives us a run-down of his latest interviews ranging from Cherie Currie of The Runaways to Nia Vardalos of ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’ fame. The duo also discuss the recently released trailer for ’Star Wars: The Force Awakens,’ Quentin Tarantino’s ’The Hateful Eight’ and ‘Batman Vs. Superman.’ Clearly, it was a big week for trailers and (Spoiler Alert!) they gave us a case of the steaming’ undies! If that’s not enough, We’ll see you next Tuesday (K)night.

Episode 135: An Episode So Nice, We Did It Twice!

Dear Horror Movies, This Relationship is Over

Dear Horror Movies:

When I was introduced to you many years ago it was love at first sight. You immediately made my emotions scream like they never had before. For those first few years, you were there for me during every moment of my life, even if it was just as a faint whisper in my mind. You were in my head and I couldn’t get you out, and I didn’t want to. Those were great years, but I have to admit, I haven’t felt that way in a long time. That is why I’m writing you this letter.

It’s time we go our separate ways.

It’s not you.

It’s me.

Don’t get me wrong, the years we spent together were fun, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world, but I can’t go on living this lie. It’s not fair to you.

I will never forget the many nights we spent together, just me and you, playing mind games with each other until the sun came up. it was during these nights that you introduced me to humanity, and showed me the cruelty it was capable of inflicting from the safety of my recliner.

You screamed for me.

You bled for me.

You came back from the dead for me.

Most importantly though, you opened my eyes to the horrors of life itself, and taught me that survival is often a difficult struggle. I thank you for those lessons.

You gave me everything you had in you, but it just isn’t enough any more.

Every time we get together it’s the same old thing. I know when you’re going to sneak up behind me and make a loud noise; when you are going to get violent and ugly; and who is going to make things right at the end of the night.I now see through the illusions and psychological games you have hidden behind all these years.

We’ve been in this rut for more than a decade, but I’ve been struggling to come to grips with it. I’ve continued telling myself that I still love you as much as I did when we first met, even though my heart has been telling me otherwise.

I hate to tell you this in a letter rather than face to face, but for the past few years, I’ve been spending more and more of my nights with the likes of comedy and action. While you sometimes brought those elements into our nights together, you’re halfhearted attempts have almost always failed to truly satisfy me. It’s true we’ve had some good nights, like the ones we spent with Herschell Gordon Lewis and Sam Raimi, but let’s be realistic here, being funny isn’t your greatest strength.


I honestly don’t remember the last time I’ve yearned for the type of affection you are capable of giving. My tastes have just grown more complex than what you can offer. At this point in my life I’ve simply lived through enough real-life horror, that getting a break from you is a relief from my real-world stress. You aren’t capable of doing that for me anymore.

I thank you for your companionship all these years, and I will never forget you. There might even be times when we might get together for dinner every now and then, but don’t expect those times to come on a regular basis.

It’s time for both of us to move on. You go your way, and I’ll go mine.

May your journey be darker and bloodier than ever, and may those attributes bring you more lovers than ever. While I might be going forward on a much quieter, calmer path with more smiles than gasps, I will forever be hoping you find continued success.

Best wishes to you and yours,


Horror Films Deserve More Respect From the Academy

“Out there, just beyond the far reaches of the fire light, there is something that will kill you,” could very well be the first story ever told. If it wasn’t the first story ever told, you can bet that it wasn’t far behind it.

Take a look at the story, and think about it for a minute.

If you go wandering out on your own, too far from the norms of our culture, beyond the boundaries of the known world, you’re gonna die.

That sounds like a horror story to me.

Horror stories have been with us from the dawn of interpersonal communication among humans. It’s inherent in our anxieties, just as it is inherent in the anxieties of every animal on the planet. A healthy fear is what keeps a species alive.

That’s what the whole fight or flight response we’re born with is all about.

Yet, the oldest stories of all time, the stories responsible for keeping us alive from our beginnings, are ignored by the governing body of congratulatory practices in the cinematic universe.

Horror films simply don’t win Oscars.

Sure, there have been a few horror films to earn love from the Oscars, but horror in general has been treated like a family secret, never to be discussed in public.

The Oscar winners didn’t really win the award for the film in general,the awards have been more for technical achievements, or maybe one actor’s performance caught their eye. Rosemary’s Baby is often cited as a horror movie to win an Oscar, but it was just Ruth Gordon who walked away with a trophy, and it was for Best Supporting Actress. The movie was also nominated for the Best Adapted Screenplay Oscar, but lost out to a movie called The Lion in Winter. The Lion in Winter also won Best Music, and Katharine Hepburn won Best Actress for her role as Eleanor of Aquitain in the film.

Then there was the horror genre’s great white hope, The Exorcist, in 1973, which was nominated 10 times, but won only two Oscars. Those two Oscars were for Best Adapted Screenplay and Best Sound.


Best Sound and Best Screenplay.


The Sting took Best Picture over The Exorcist that year.

I don’t seem to remember any major 25th anniversary celebrations, or special edition re-releases for The Sting in 1998, but there was plenty of that going on for The Exorcist. There is no doubt, The Exorcist is a better picture than The Sting on just about every level.

The biggest difference between the two is just the subject matter.

The Exorcist is a pure horror film.

An American Werewolf in London. another horror film, inspired the Academy to add a new, special category to its awards show.

Was the category Best Horror film?


The category was Best Makeup, and the inaugural award was given to Rick Baker, who worked on the film, and did the work that inspired the category’s creation. Why create a new category? Well, they couldn’t rightfully give a werewolf movie Oscars for Best Editing and Visual Effects. That was reserved for films like Raiders of the Lost Ark.


The Omen, Alien and Aliens, if you want to call them horror, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, and The Fly, are a few other titles that have seen nominations, in one category or another, but never got serious consideration for much more than a sound, or visual effects award.

Horror films have one of the most loyal fanbases in the film universe.

There aren’t 20 magazines dedicated to comedy films, dramas, or thrillers, on every newsstand, but there are at least that many dedicated to horror films. The number of horror conventions around the globe even dwarfs the number of magazine titles dedicated to the genre.

The people love them.

The movies continue to be money makers for the film companies still cranking them out for public consumption. The old ones even make money for distributors who take the titles, repackage them, and breathe new life into its legacy in film history.

Two of the top ten grossing films of all time, when adjusted for inflation, are horror films, Jaws (#7) and The Exorcist (#9).

Robert Shaw Jaws

We will always have fear. It’s not going anywhere. When art touches our fear and makes it tingle, there will always be an audience waiting to suck it up, and basque in the synthetic fear it creates. So for the Oscars to continue treating horror films like a child locked away and kept under the stairs, yet shamelessly cashes the government checks the kid under the stairs earns because of his mental condition, is a travesty of titanic proportions.

There is really only one reason horror films are treated so poorly by the academy.

Horror films scare the pants, and pant-suits, right off the asses of every member of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences.

It has to be true.

It’s the only thing I can come up with that makes sense.

Episode 3: Junk Pool Scream Queen

Episode 3 we are joined by special guests Parker Bowman of Junk Food Dinner and Pool Party Radio. The gang discuss their favorite Scream Queens. They also talk about the state of horror today. Tiffany Shepis pops in to tell us her thoughts on what “makes a Scream Queen.” Jeremy updates the shadow box contest results. Shepis also fills us in on what she has been keeping herself busy with and gives us the lowdown on what we might expect from her hubby, Sean Tretta. Jeremy issues a public apology to Parker and thanks him for the 24/7 tech support.

Drop us a line at acidpopcult@gmail.com, visit T-Shep at screamshepis.com , and visit Parker’s pages junkfooddinner.com and poolpartyradio.com

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