Thanksgiving is one of those Norman Rockwell times of the year...
Cranberries, mashed potatoes, and of course the turkey or ham [or both...] what's not to love?
Unless you get gran-ma crashing out the kitchen door with a hockey mask and a chainsaw, ready to cut the old bird wide open- and we're referring to Grand-Pa in this instance.
It's been a noticable trend in pictures and television that Thanksgiving for what-ever reason seems to be the untouched holiday when it comes to massacres and alien take-overs. If there is something out there that celebrates violence as well as stuffing- I'm hard pressed to think of it...
Now- that's not to say you couldn't build your own macabre jello mold with plastic roaches or a bleeding bundt cake [hollowed out on the inside and a plastic bag loaded with runny red corn syrup] but to what end? One thing I've learned when it comes to the holidays is that it's better off leaving convention and Rockwellian imagery alone when it comes to your horror fantasies...
In this instance, let's just wish one another a Happy Thanksgiving and I'll comment on the upcoming film Storm of The Dead I'll be working on the first week of December!
Russ
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