Don’t you hate it when you go to the bookstore drunk, buy a variant cover magazine without realizing it, get home, crack it open and find out you could have bought one with a bitchin’ werewolf but your blurry ass grabbed Alice Cooper instead? Yeah, me either…
Call me a snob, but Fangoria takes a backseat to Rue Morgue in my book, and the October editions of each are no exception. However, Fango #307 has no less than three intriguing interviews with leading ladies of vintage horror (Jenny Wright, Christina Lindberg and Jessica Harper), so I gotta give them mad props – Rue Morgue has been a little light on the tacos lately. We all know women in Hollywood have a pretty short shelf life, so if this is a habit for Fango, I might have to get a scrip after all.
In keeping with this week’s classic monster theme, there’s a nice fat spread on An American Werewolf in London and The Howling. In contrast, there’s an overly long piece on Chromeskull 2 and the new Antonio Banderas (gag) picture, The Skin I Live In.
Things I saw in Fango that I didn’t read in Rue Morgue this month: a half page on One for the Road, an upcoming Stephen King adaptation that may or may not be crap, right above a positive review of Crépuscule, a stop-motion piece about ethereal beings that begin to covet human forms which is definitely going to win the palm d’Or if Cannes has an esoteric Frenchie horror porno category (which I’m sure they do!, and a little blurb about something called The Disco Exorcist that is definitely garbage and I’m probably going to love.
Not much else of interest! It didn’t take long to get through this issue, actually. Fangoria costs the same as Rue Morgue and has about half the content, making RM my reading choice for long indulgent bubble baths. Rue Morgue – horror that lasts and lasts! Just get some more tacos already, sheesh…
