Terror Tuesday Report: Deranged: Confessions of a Necrophile


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Edward Theodore Gein is one of the United States most notorious killers and disturbed human beings. With an actual body count of only 2 people, Gein was known for digging up graves of recently deceased women to fashion keepsakes from their skin and bones. And it’s this level of depravity that has given rise to the notoriety of this sick puppy which has spawned many of our horror movie icons. Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Normal Bates from Pyscho and Jame Gumb in The Silence of the Lambs are all based in some form or fashion on mister Gein. However, the most accurate depiction of his crimes comes in the form of the 1974 film Deranged: Confessions of a Necrophile, which was recently shown as our Terror Tuesday selection at the Alamo Drafthouse.

Terror Tuesday Report: The Baby (1973)


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Everyone has their personal creep-out zone.  For many, the mere sight of a friendly clown sends a cold shock straight down the spine.  For others, lifelike porcelain dolls might be just the trigger they need to draw their heart up firmly into their throat.  For me, there’s nothing more demonic, nothing more unspeakably unsettling than an adult baby.

I’m an open-minded dude, but there’s something profoundly wrong with a fully-formed adult who can’t function in life without pretending to be a giant baby in their spare time.  I can’t even begin to fathom the psychological damage at work to make a grown-up want to drink warm Simulac from a bottle and poop their pants again (and again).  Oftentimes when dealing with fetishes, the fixation comes from something that brings someone a great deal of comfort, and I can understand that concept, but can anyone actually remember being a baby?  Oftentimes, adult babies are like infantile drag queens — not content to just be pampered by a mommy figure, but acting out as some kind of Super Baby, seemingly determined to out-baby a real baby, complete with giant adult-sized bonnets and lots of “ga ga goo goo” talk.  They’re not like babies in a maternity ward; they’re like babies in a Warner Brothers cartoon.  Only, they’re adults.  Weird.




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