Cronenberg directing Dead Ringers, from Fangoria.
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Cronenberg directing Dead Ringers, from Fangoria.
The Gospel According to Madness
Some books don’t just tell you a story — they whisper to you like voices in the walls of an asylum. The Book of Renfield: A Gospel of Dracula is exactly that kind of experience. It takes Stoker’s world and expands it, showing us Dracula’s tale not from the safety of a drawing room, but through the wild, trembling eyes of Renfield himself.
Reading it feels like holding a forbidden manuscript — part confession, part scripture, part fever dream. Renfield’s obsession with his "Lord" bleeds through every page. His voice swings between reverence and madness, prayer and hunger. There’s something unsettlingly beautiful in the way he reframes Dracula, not as a monster to be hunted, but as a messianic figure, a dark savior. It’s blasphemous, it’s chilling, and yet it’s weirdly moving.
What really struck me is how the book manages to balance Gothic atmosphere with psychological horror. The asylum walls close in, the "gospel" passages drip with heresy, and yet you feel this magnetic pull, as if you, too, are being initiated into Dracula’s dark faith. It’s not just a retelling — it’s an inversion, a mirror turned backwards where holy water rusts, crosses fail, and devotion belongs not to God but to the Count.
If Dracula is about the terror of facing evil, then The Book of Renfield is about the terror of joining it willingly. It’s the kind of book that makes you want to light a candle, pray for your soul, and then immediately blow it out and whisper, "Yes, Master."
The Book of Renfield: A Gospel of Dracula is unholy scripture for anyone who loves their Gothic horror laced with madness, theology, and the seductive gravity of the undead. It’s disturbing. It’s fascinating. And it lingers long after you close the cover — like a voice in the dark asking if you’ll let it in.
Mill of the Stone Women will be released on Blu-ray on November 30 via Arrow Video. Adam Rabalais designed the new artwork for the 1960 Italian horror film; the original poster is on the reverse side.
Giorgio Ferroni (Night of the Devils) directs from a script he co-wrote with Remigio Del Grosso, Ugo Liberatore, and Giorgio Stegani. Pierre Brice, Scilla Gabel, Wolfgang Preiss, Dany Carrel, Herbert Böhme, and Liana Orfei star.
Mill of the Stone Women has been newly restored in 2K from the original negative with original lossless mono soundtracks. Four versions are included: The original Italian and English exports, the French version, and the US cut.
The two-disc limited edition features a booklet, a double-sided poster, and six mini lobby cards, all housed in a slipcase. Special features are listed below, where you can also see the contents.
ONCE UPON A TIME AT THE DRIVE-IN: The Testament of Al Adamson
It was 50 years ago last year that the cheap and peculiarly patchwork films of Al Adamson first began to assert themselves on drive-in and grindhouse screens across America. Initially recognized for his horror films (Blood of Dracula’s Castle, Horror of the Blood Monsters, Brain of Blood, and especially Dracula vs. Frankenstein), he went on to add biker, action, blaxploitation, sexploitation, and even family fare to his rickety roster before retiring from his director’s chair sometime in the 1980s and vanishing into private life. The rise of Adamson’s unpretentious output happened to coincide with the decline of the Hollywood studio system as well as such old guard avatars as American International Pictures, Britain’s Hammer Films and Amicus Productions, whose imprints always guaranteed a certain level of production value and class. Adamson’s work was something of a throwback to the gore films of Herschell Gordon Lewis (Blood Feast, Two Thousand Maniacs!), but whereas Lewis’ work in horror was a taboo-breaking branching-out from his earlier nudie-cutie fare, Adamson’s pictures were endearing for their sentimental casting of veteran character actors well past their prime; technically, they didn’t bear comparing even to the old Monogram or PRC titles where Bela Lugosi was often found slumming during the 1940s, but the average drive-in patron could look at them and think, after his third or fourth beer of the night, “Damn, I could do better than this!” And sure enough, Adamson’s rough-and-ready example and his impressive earnings played a part in encouraging the powderkeg of DIY horror breakthroughs that went epidemic around the turn of the decade. Just to name the Americans, these feral young newcomers included George A. Romero, Wes Craven, Tobe Hooper, Bob Kelljan, David Durston, Andy Milligan, S.F. Brownrigg, even Oliver Stone, not to mention the many young and international filmmakers associated with Roger Corman’s New World Pictures.
1969’s Golden Anniversary honors were largely drawn to Quentin Tarantino’s behind-the-scenes movie fantasy Once Upon a Time... In Hollywood, which was much praised for its magical extrication of the beautiful and talented actress Sharon Tate from her hideous murder on August 9th of that year. For some of us, Once Upon a Time... In Hollywood links directly to thoughts of Al Adamson; in early 1969, he shot parts of his biker thriller Satan’s Sadists at the notorious Spahn Movie Ranch in Los Angeles’ Ventura County, where thwarted songwriter Charles Manson lived with his “family” members, inculcating in them a blood-lusting resentment for the established Hollywood order that would not invite him in. When Satan’s Sadists was first released in June 1969 (its trailer promising “A Rebellion of Human Garbage!” led by West Side Story star Russ Tamblyn), it quickly disappeared… but in the wake of the Tate/La Bianca murders just a few months later, its distributor Independent-International shipped it back out with a new, sleazier publicity campaign that actually emphasized its prophetic Manson Family associations. “See the Shocking Story Behind the Headlines… Wild Hippies on a Murder Spree!,” crowed the ads; “Actually Filmed Where the Tate Suspects Lived Their Wild Experiences!”And just in case this wasn’t enough, the film was frequently co-billed with Tate’s 1968 British film Eye of the Devil, now being sold with the tagline “Weird, mystic cult slaughters innocent victims!”
As irony would have it, almost thirty years after so grossly pandering to the public’s prurient interest in the murder, the director of Satan’s Sadists got the biggest headlines of his career when Al Adamson was named as the murder victim in a crime story nationally broken in August 1995, a couple of months after his mysterious disappearance.
Book : ALL THE COLORS OF THE DARK
MARIO BAVA by Tim Lucas
Winner of 2008
Saturn Award for Special Achievement
Independent Publishers Book Award
Rondo Hatton Classic Horror Award
International Horror Guild Award
ntroduction by Martin Scorsese!
Foreword by Italian Horror Pioneer
Riccardo Freda!
The Complete Story of Mario Bava's life and careers as director, cameraman and special effects artist
Interviews with more than 100 actors, co-workers, friends and family members
The Definitive Study of each of his films: production histories, cast biographies, critical analysis, and video information
Never-before Published Photos including the only color shots taken on the set of BLACK SUNDAY
Original Mario Bava Storyboards - including the boards for the unfilmed project BABY KONG
Original Mario Bava Artwork - Some in Full Color!
Bava's Secret Filmography: His uncredited works as director, cameraman and special effects artist
Complete Videography and Discography
Eugenio Bava (Mario's father) Filmography
It might be easy to imagine that I have really high standards for Dracula-derived media, but I've realized that if your work doesn't feature a ham-fisted attempt to make Dracula into a sympathetic, misunderstood antihero whose feelings I should really be taking into consideration AND it contains a reasonably interesting/compelling Jack Seward, you can sell me on pretty much anything.
Like... I've been taking stock of Dracula adaptations/spin-offs/pastiches/whatever that I actually enjoy, and there are a lot of things that are surprisingly not deal breakers for me that... probably should be. Arthur Holmwood engages a cult of blood magicians to cure his congenital syphilis? Turns out I can live with that. Jack has a sexual encounter with Dracula's female fursona while Renfield poops out the bible? Whatever, man, at least somebody's writing about them.
Cover art by the legendary Steve Bissette for Tim Lucas' Video Watchdog Book.
Note the comparison of multiple variants of [Terror at the] Opera on the monitors, including the letterboxed import laserdisc with Japanese subtitles!
I am finally reading The Book of Renfield like everyone told me to, and everyone was right. really right. really. This is a book for Leah made of Leah things and even if the next two-thirds are nothing but Tim Lucas unexpectedly pulling out every Dracula-pastiche trope that I have ever hated, this will still have been the most Leah Dracula pastiche I have ever read.