I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER (2025) starring Jennifer Love Hewitt and Freddie Prinze, Jr.

One of the characters in this dreck says something along the lines of "nostalgia is overrated," and truer words have never been spoken.

18 years after the events of the "original" IKWYDLS, a bunch of unlikable "kids" who accidentally caused a death swear their secrecy. A year later, the group meet up for a wedding, only to discover the Gorton's of Gloucester Fisherman is back to slice, dice, and hook his way through their group. (Along with a true crime podcaster who is more interesting than any of these cardboard cutouts.)

While FINAL DESTINATION: BLOODLINES (2025) was a fun continuation of a clever franchise, this is a largely unnecessary attempt to relaunch what was a pretty D-grade franchise to begin with. Original stars Freddie Prinze, Jr. and Jennifer Love Hewitt return to lend some credence to the proceedings, although Prinze is out of his depth, as usual, even with this lightweight material. – Dan Taylor

Dan Taylor is the editor/publisher of Exploitation Retrospect and The Hungover Gourmet. He is also a big fan of fish sticks and does not like how the Gorton's of Gloucester Fisherman is portrayed in these films.

ICED (1988) starring Lisa Loring and Joesph Alan Johnson

"You invited a dead man!" 

Had BETTER OFF DEAD gone in a wildly different direction you might have ended up with ICED, a borderline inept late-80s ski-themed slasher currently streaming on Shudder. 

A few years after the death of their friend, Jeff, a group of old pals reunite at a new ski resort in order to hit the slopes, have some laughs, and maybe do a few lines of blow. What they don't know is that someone—or something—has brought them there to exact revenge for Jeff's demise.

Written by co-star Joseph Alan Johnson (who plays Alex, the handsome ski resort mogul), ICED can't decide what it wants to be. Is it a gory slasher? Is it sleazy horror? Unfortunately, it never goes all in on either, despite multiple scenes featuring original Wednesday Addams (Lisa Loring) in her birthday suit, and deaths by ski pole, icicle, bear trap, and hot tub electrocution. Cara mia!

There's a sleaze classic lurking here. Too bad it never goes far enough. Be sure to stay tuned for the loony ending! — Dan Taylor

Dan Taylor is the editor/publisher of Exploitation Retrospect and The Hungover Gourmet. He is expecting up to 15" of snow this weekend but no ski goggle-clad killers. He hopes.

PRIMATE (2026) Rabies Monkey Torments College Kids in Hawaii

One of my resolutions for 2026 was to see more flicks—especially horror films—in the theater. So, I kicked off the year's theatrical viewings with a semi-private morning screening of PRIMATE on my day off. 

College kid and her friends return home to Hawaii for the summer, only to discover something is wrong with Ben, the signing chimp who lives on her family's property. 

Way more entertaining than the usual slop that gets dumped onto screens in January. Delivers some good gore, and features an excellent score by Adrian Johnston that evokes the 80s trash I love. — Dan Taylor

THE HOUSE THAT SCREAMED (1969) European proto-slasher starring Lilli Palmer

The latest installment in my 60-for-60 Horror Challenge is this spooky, intense, psychological proto-slasher from Spain. 

Teresa is dropped off at a home for wayward girls by a "friend of her mother's". The school (wannabe prison) is run by Mademoiselle Fourneau (Lilli Palmer), a strict headmistress who uses spies among the students to ferret out secrets and information. 

Teresa strikes up a friendship with Fourneau's son Louis, who is frequently reminded that the girls there are no good for him. When girls begin disappearing and her torment at the hands of Fourneau's flunkies gets to be too much, Teresa plans her escape. 

Top notch European horror that would influence genre classics including SUSPIRIA and PIECES. — Dan Taylor

Golden Ninja aka The Golden Bat (1966)

Since I was a pre-teen trash-hound, I’ve spent my days (and nights) scouring video stores, scanning cable listings, and thumbing through mags and zines looking for that next elusive fix. You just never know where it’s going to come from. 

So, when my trash-loving pal texted me about the 1960s Japanese sci-fi monster flick he was watching, I had to check it out. 

Akira, an astronomy-obsessed teen, discovers that the planet Icarus is on a collision course with Earth. When the local observatory nerds don’t believe him, he’s abducted by some nefarious-looking types who work for a secret UN-funded organization led by Dr. Yamatone (Sonny Chiba) and the inexplicably British Dr. Pearl (Andrew Hughes). The pair explain that Icarus will destroy the planet unless they find the special lens they need to complete their laser cannon. 

The search for the elusive lens brings them into conflict with Nazo, a claw-handed villain in what appears to be an aardvark costume kinda like what they wear in BETTER OFF DEAD. Though he looks like he should be entertaining at a kid’s birthday party, Nazo is instead bent on destroying Earth and ruling the universe. 

While on the run from Nazo’s inept henchmen, the team of scientists resurrect The Golden Ninja (originally The Golden Bat), a baton-wielding, skull-faced superhero who has been waiting 10,000 years to save the planet. 

What follows is a bonkers adventure complete with evil sidekicks named Jackal (who looks like a reject from TIME OF THE APES), Piranha, and Keloid (a scarfaced lunatic who likes to choke little girls while he cackles like a cross between the Joker and Riddler from the 1960s Batman tv show); a human replicator; kids in peril; and dialogue like “face my silver baton!” and “we can’t conquer the universe with that thing around!” 

If you dig Ultraman, Space Robots, Super Inframan, and its ilk, set aside 75 minutes to spend with The Golden Ninja! My only disappointment is that there's not a dozen more GN adventures to enjoy. — Dan Taylor

Dan Taylor is the editor/publisher of Exploitation Retrospect and The Hungover Gourmet. He is not embarrassed to call this his favorite watch of 2026 so far,

The Hungover Gourmet 13 — Order Your Copy Today!

Get ready to feast your eyes on Issue #13 of our sister publication, The Hungover Gourmet! From the people who bring you Exploitation Retrospect!

The offbeat journal of food, drink, travel, and fun returns with a potluck of supermarket nostalgia, culinary chaos, and pop culture deep dives. Whether you're a coupon-clipping cost-cutter, a roast beef romantic, or a congealed salad connoisseur, this issue has something for every flavor of foodie and retro renegade. 

• Supermarket Report Card: THG calls it like he sees it with an honest grading of grocery giants like ALDI, Lidl, Wegmans, and more. 
• Origins of THG: How childhood grocery runs turned one man into a cost-conscious gorehound with a love for fig bars and film tie-in novels. 
• Sci-Fi Potluck: Kevin M. Flanagan serves up a genre-bending buffet of interstellar eats. 
• Roy Rogers Returns: A nostalgic pilgrimage to the home of the Double R Bar Burger. 
• Can I Get an Amen?: Louis Fowler contemplates the healing power of frybread. 
• The Grocery Store of My Youth: Douglas Waltz waxes poetic about Skedgell’s IGA, comic spinner racks, and wild cherry cough drops. 
• Aspic "Appreciation": Leigh Anne Moriarty celebrates her dear mother-in-law, and ponders her devotion to congealed salads and food suspended in aspic. 

Plus: 

• An interview with the man behind PANMAN 
• Pouring one out for our dearly departed beer fridge 
• Retro ads, comics, and meat department memories 

Whether you're hungover, hungry, or just hunting for a good read, THG #13 is your ticket to a world where food meets fandom and nostalgia never expires. Grab your thimble of tomato juice and dig in! 

40 pages, 5.5" x 8.5" digest size, black and white. 

Pre-order now from the Page and Screen Shop!

NOTE: This issue is currently being printed. Anticipated ship date for pre-orders is 1/16/26.

Santa's Slay (2005) on TEA FOR TERROR

Season's Beatings! Check out the latest episode of TEA FOR TERROR in which my pal from across the pond and I discuss the killer Santa classick, SANTA'S SLAY (2005) starring Goldberg, Robert Culp, and ... James Caan?

Ho, ho, ho, oh no!

NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD (1968) directed by George Romero

“Kill the brain, kill the ghoul.” 

Imagine being a kid in 1968 and having your folks drop you off at a Saturday matinee of the latest horror film. Raised on a steady diet of black & white Universal frighfests, Hammer horrors, and Z-grade monster flicks you grab your popcorn and soda, only to be thrust into arguably the most groundbreaking horror film of the late 1960s. 

Mind. Blown. (No pun intended.) 

George A. Romero’s NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD raised the bar for horror cinema thanks to its documentary feel, racial and sexual tension, nudity, and gore. Made on the cheap with producers sharing the screen with real actors, it’s one of the great independent films of all time, and a landmark of the horror genre.

Barbara and her brother Johnny bicker as they drive into the country to place flowers at their father’s grave. When they spy a lumbering figure in the graveyard (Bill Hinzman, who turned his brief appearance into a cottage industry), Johnny taunts his sister, only to end up conking his head on a tombstone after the ghoul attacks them (the word “zombie” is never used). The young woman escapes and seeks refuge in a secluded farmhouse, only for it to be surrounded by the shuffling figures.

Ben (Duane Jones) arrives in a truck and helps barricade the home. Eventually, the pair are joined by fellow survivors who have sought shelter in the farmhouse basement: a young couple who were on their way to a swimming hole, and an older couple whose daughter was attacked and bitten by a ghoul. Ben (a young black man) and Cooper (an older white man played by producer Karl Hardman) argue about the safest course of action, bringing the racial and generational issues playing out in the country onto the big screen.

Romero ratchets up the tension between the two factions, and it becomes clear that this is a battle nobody is going to truly “win”.

I’d forgotten that the zombies in this first installment are swifter and more organized than what we’d see years later in DAWN OF THE DEAD (1978) and DAY OF THE DEAD (1985). They smash car headlights and give the survivors tougher foes to combat than the brain dead, blue-skinned monsters who shuffle through the Monroeville Mall. And, despite our hopes that they’ll band together and survive to fight another day, Romero serves up a nihilistic ending that still delivers a powerful gut punch no matter how many times you’ve seen it. 

A handful of films absolutely changed cinema. This is one of them. — Dan Taylor

EYE OF THE DEVIL (1967) starring David Niven

Okay, so my 1967 installment is a slight cheat, but I’ll explain. While the film was released in Italy in 1966 and the United Kingdom in 1968, it had its American debut in December of 1967 in—of all places—Wisconsin. Regardless, I’ve had my eye on this one (no pun intended) for some time, and it’s my viewing challenge. So there. 

David Niven—whom I only know from things like THE PINK PANTHER (1963) and its sequels, MURDER BY DEATH (1976), and ROUGH CUT (1980)—stars as Philippe, a French aristocrat living in Paris with his wife Catherine (Deborah Kerr in a role originally given to Kim Novak) and their two children. After the third year of barren crops at the family vineyards, he is summoned to the ancestral home at Bellenac. There, weirdo priest Pere Dominic (Donald Pleasence) gives him a spooky amulet while towheaded siblings Christian (David Hemmings) and Odile (Sharon Tate in her first role) lurk around. 

Despite Philippe’s protests, Catherine brings the kids to Bellenac and slowly but surely she pieces together what we’ve all known from the get-go: somebody has to pay the price for the crappy harvest and that guy is Philippe. 

Directed by journeyman J. Lee Thompson (GUNS OF NAVARONE, CAPE FEAR, CONQUEST OF THE PLANET OF THE APES, THE EVIL THAT MEN DO, 10 TO MIDNIGHT, DEATH WISH 4: THE CRACKDOWN), the flick doesn’t hold a lot of surprises. Philippe returns, there’s some clandestine meetings with hooded creeps, and then it’s time to pay the piper. Not nearly as memorable or sinister as folk horror classics like THE WICKER MAN (1973) or BLOOD ON SATAN’S CLAW (1971), EYE benefits from the black and white photography (it would be the last MGM film released in the format), and the presence of Hemmings and Tate as sinister siblings. — Dan Taylor

THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE BARN! (2023) starring Martin Starr

After his uncle dies in a bizarre accident, Bill (Martin Starr) moves his family to Norway (?!) with dreams of turning the inherited property into a bed & breakfast. Upon arrival, his son discovers that the grounds are inhabited by a “barn elf” that will leave you alone if you follow a specific set of rules. Naturally, the family breaks the rules and, well, mayhem ensues. 

Despite a fun premise that initially had me giddy with gore-soaked anticipation, BARN doesn’t know what the hell it wants to be. Is it a comedy? Is it a bloody holiday horror? Unfortunately, it tries to be both and succeeds at being neither. 

Though there are some inspired bits, the whole thing runs way too long (no movie about murderous barn elves should be longer than 85 minutes), and if I have to see one more flick about a blended family where the step-parent needs to connect with a distant teen I’m going to turn into a murderous barn elf myself. 

Totally worth a background watch while you’re getting wasted on that eggnog your brother makes with lighter fluid, but not much better than that. — Dan Taylor

Dan Taylor is the editor/publisher of Exploitation Retrospect and he loves him some DON'T OPEN TILL CHRISTMAS.