House of 1000 Corpses (2003)…Crazed…Visceral…Genius!

It’s no secret that I obsessively love me some Rob Zombie and anyone who knows me well, knows I’ve been a fan longer than I can clearly remember. LOVE HIM! Love the man, love the music, hell, Living Dead Girl was my wedding song (much to the chagrin of my lovely, if slightly puritanical, mother-in-law).

So with all this (mildly unhealthy) love floating around, it’s no surprise that, upon hearing that Zombie was slated to direct his first feature, and a horror film to boot, I jumped up and down like a toddler high on pixie sticks and told EVERY single one of my friends who would listen that one of my favorite musicians was FINALLY making a movie…no one cared. What can I say, most of my friends have always been more of a Rom-Com bunch, horror doesn’t really inspire any excitement in anyone but me…oh, and my best gay Paul.

Ahem, but I digress…


So, Rob Zombie made his first movie, House of 1000 Corpses, and I just about fangirled in my pants (oh yeah) waiting for it to be released. By the time my ass sat in my darkened living room waiting to watch what I was sure was gonna be a sublime horror experience, I was practically vibrating with anticipation.

On came the brain raping, gritty, 70’s inspired tale of two young couples who drive up the wrong country road and (surprising no one) tragically fall victim to a family of insane murderers. And not just ANY insane murderers, legendary horror stars Karen Black (Burnt Offerings) and Bill Moseley (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2), exploitation icon Sid Haig (Foxy Brown) and, of course, Sherri Moon Zombie in her first starring role.


Was I disappointed? Fuck no!

Were the lightweights I had dragged along for the ride as excited as I was? Fuck no!

“You’re demented”, they cried. “You need to have your head examined.”

“You’re all dickheads”, I replied.

So that went badly…but the movie, now that was fucking awesome! So fucking awesome in fact, that my crazy ass watched it on repeat until I could quote all the lines verbatim (still can, cause I’m awesome like that).


Despite the obvious inspiration Zombie derived from 70’s cult horror cinema, House of 1000 Corpses is an utterly unique ride through the fucked up mind of its director and soaked in the type of psyche humping imagery that made the musician’s videos soooo fucking impossible to look away from. Coupled with the balls to the wall insanity of ALL (yes all) the performances by the main cast, made for one indescribably maniacal good time.


Now I know very well the Zombie magic didn’t seem to last…ahem, Halloween 2…BUT House of 1000 Corpses (and its crazy awesome follow-up The Devil’s Rejects) was such a perfect, blood-soaked slice of horror lunacy that I’m willing to think of any less than stellar efforts on Zombie’s part as minor bumps in the road (what, I’m optimistic and a fucking fan, gimme a break).

So if you haven’t yet experienced House of 1000 Corpses then what the fuck are you waiting for, it’s a horror movie made by a killer horror fan and a man who knows how to put on a hell of a show, both on-screen and on stage. See it and then maybe see it again, hell, watch it a third time to soak up all that Zombie goodness and give yourself a good, gory kick to the head…and just for fun, here’s the trailer.

Lemme know what you thought of House of 1000 Corpses my lovelies, and as always, if you like what you read here at A Girl’s Guide to Horror be a peach and click that Like button 😉


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