Happy holidays!

If you saw the original Bikini Bloodbath, this sequel will seem very familiar to you.

A tale of hypnosis, reincarnation, and a young lass who develops a strange fascination on her wedding night with a hairy, savage brute. All from the typewriter of Ed Wood.

For a movie about X-ray vision, there are precious few X-ray-vision-related hijinks. Because, you know, those are expensive.

Charles Band’s abortive “Filmonsters!” series tried to woo the Goosebumps demographic with tales of American teens thrown into classic (public domain) horror stories. This was the first. [Part of the B-Masters Cabal's "Alternative Living Dead" roundtable]

A killer chef stalks a houseful of high school girls having a slumber party. I don’t know how you could go wrong with a description like that, but somehow they did.

Charles Band again brings us little killer toys. The unique gimmick? They’re really little killer toys.

Three losers go on a roadtrip to find some girls will really, really low standards. Near the end, somebody remembers that this was going to be a zombie movie. [Part of Month of the Living Dead]