Is that Kurt Russell, or a yeti?

Shawn

JB

Shawn: Considered a horror classic, after seeing it, I understand why. I really enjoyed this one. I didn't know what to expect either, since Carpenter's movies of the time like Halloween hadn't especially impressed me.

JB: But Ghosts of Mars shot your confidence in Carpenter right back up!

Shawn: Ugh. In this non-sucky Carpenter film, he joins his old standby Kurt Russell to head up the all male cast. The group of bushy faced gentlemen are held up in the Arctic somewhere, doing some scientific experiments. Their routine is halted one day when two men from the neighboring Norwegian group helicopter into their complex chasing a dog and firing at it like madmen. In the confusion, the Norwegians are killed, and the American group is left with a dog and a strange mystery. Soon they discover all too well why the Norwegians were acting so bonkers. The creepiness then ensues, with full use of the confined space of the arctic camp.

JB: Could you sum that up for us? Without the word bonkers perhaps?

Shawn: Shut up. A warning for the easily grossed out: Although this movie was made back in '82, I was amazed at the special effects, and at how gory they were. So, you've been warned. And if you like that kind of stuff, get ready for a bloody, pustulous, putrescent, gooey gore fest!

JB: Finally, a novel plot for a horror flick. Great situational acting by a group of men who are no longer able to trust each other, or themselves. That was a great sentence I just wrote… sometimes I think I should have theme music.

Shawn: I'll call Wheatus.

JB: Speaking of music, was this soundtrack extraordinarily loud and obnoxious?

Shawn: It's got nothing on the Mad Max soundtrack. Oh my poor ears.

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