GWAR's Oderus Urungus Picks the Top Five Movie Monsters
Co-founded by metal lifer Phil Anselmo and true-crime author Corey Mitchell, the inaugural Housecore Horror Film Festival goes down in Austin, Texas, October 25 – 27. All in all, it should be a sick, twisted, and terrifying experience for all who attend. In anticipation of the event, various members of the HHFF staff and performing bands will be providing lists on a variety of ghoulish topics; here, GWAR vocalist Oderus Urungus picks his top five movie monsters.
"Being a full-time professional monster has given me a unique perspective into all things evil and awful," says Oderus Urungus. "Therefore it takes quite a bit of monsterous behavior in order for anything to even register on my wretched radar as vaguely vile. "
"Now keep in mind that I eliminated all real monsters from the running--in other words Bigfoot, the other members of GWAR, and Nancy Grace were immediately off the list. Secondly, I got rid of all the giant monsters. Giant monsters take up more space, and if I put Godzilla on it--which I would have to do--then there would be no space left for anything else. Which would be unfortunate, because I love King Ghidorah almost as much as I love Godzilla. But then I heard that both of them were just dudes in rubber suits anyway. I tried to keep away from the more obvious ones--I mean, everybody loves the Creature from the Black Lagoon and Alien--or is it 'the' Alien? But enough of this confusion, let's get to the top five!"
1. The Candarian Demon "Everybody loves Evil Dead, and Evil Dead 2, and most people like Army of Darkness, except me. The Candarian Demon is the biggest reason why, and it's a reason even bigger than Bruce Campbell's chin. This shape-shifting, trap-door lifting, written on human skin book-gifting has got more looks than an NFL defensive unit, and it isn't afraid to break into song or give us some comedy. We'll swallow your soul!"
2. Nosferatu "Vampires were never supposed to be 'hot,' unless of course they were being burned alive by a horde of angry villagers, and they certainly were not supposed to turn into diamonds when exposed to sunlight! From True Blood to Twilight, vampires have become the stuff of soap operas, which makes my love for the original movie vampire, Max Schrek's Nosferatu, all the most intense. This stiff-as-a-board, dog-toothed nightmare is so terrifying that even the remake is scary."
3. The Demon from Curse of the Demon "Usually the scariest things are the things that we cannot see. Our imaginations run amuck as the mind conjures all kinds of horror's to rationalize the fact that we just peed our pants. This beastie has always been one of my favorites and you don't even see the entire thing until the very last scene of the movie. A true classic, this little-known English film from the '50s has yet to be topped, and it had such an impact on me that I stole my entire look from it. It was also released under the title Night of the Demon, so keep your eyes peeled. That sounds like it hurts."
4. The dead medium from Black Sabbath "This is another little-known classic, the title of which has absolutely nothing to do with maybe the greatest metal band ever. The movie is made up of three short films, two of which are entirely forgettable, but completely forgivable, due to the fact that this creature--the animated corpse of a medium who dropped dead in the middle of a séance--forces me to wear Depends adult diapers every time I see it. The pinprick pupils, the death's head grimace, the fact that it's not a computer animated blob of pixels--all of these add up to a ghost that will haunt the hair off your privates. What's that? Why do I wear diapers when I see it? Because it scares the shit out of me!"
5. The Thing from John Carpenter's The Thing "I know I said I was going to stay away from big-time movie monsters, but this creature rules the screen in what is probably my favorite movie. Every piece of anatomy from any human or animal that ever walked, stalked, or crawled across the surface of this mudball planet is mushed together into an ever-changing orgy of pulsating flesh, crab-like appendages, and sled-dogs gone hideously awry. The Thing defies logic, physiology, and Kurt Russell in it's never-ending quest to somehow feel at home, and I always cry when it gets blown up at the end, mostly because you never get to see it having sex. Or maybe you did."