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Don't get me wrong: there's nothing bad in going commercial, there's nothing wrong with low-budget movies whatever the style, and particularly horror ones. I have a special fondness for low-budget horror and sci-fi movies.
Who saw Exterminators of the Year 3000 three times and Hell of the Living Dead until the very last second of the ending titles, back in the 80s?
Me, that's who.
But the Hammer House of Horror, now this is something different than the best of the worst (yep, that's enthusiastic) Italian or Spanish trip into the tripes of the late 70s/80s.
It's a legend. It's a monument. It's a cult. Hell, it's British.
It's the Mother of All Houses of Horror.
Charles Saatchi, Neil Mendoza and their team of investors bought the name, and until we can watch their first productions and see what they're making out of it, it's not a bad thing at all.
I just hope they'll choose to catch the spirit as well, and push it further.
But I must admit that since it starts with such a penchant for the "teenage audience", I'm a bit worried that Dr Frankenstein may give up on finding a brain and have Igor focus on "other parts" of the monster's raw material.
Hammer House of Teens 2003: Frankenstein's Creature meets the Mummy in an Internet chat room moderated by Dracula, gets flooded with penis enlargement spam to which she eventually answers -- that's the Curse at work -- in the hope she can regain the love of the Bride who ran away with the Werewolf?
Hey wait a minute.
That could be entertaining.