Robot Monster

For those keeping track, PETER ROTTENTAIL, a killer rabbit movie from the Polonia Brothers (with a script co-written by John Polonia and I) streets tomorrow on DVD. It's a fun, raunchy horror-comedy, and has a commentary track from me if you have a particularly long lonely night.

The first review that I found is from the "Gates of Gore" site, here.

Here's more from the closing scenes of RING OF THE SORCERESS:

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INT. CATACOMBS -- MOMENTS LATER
Shadow peers into the gloom.
Suddenly, a glowing red orb--the one that has haunted his dreams--blinks on in front of him. Then a pulsing, tentacled creature slithers from the darkness, dripping ooze, mandibles clicking. This is AYOB THE UNSEEN, long Shadow's nemesis.
AYOB (V.O.)
So. Kelvin, the young lord of shadow.
His VOICE echoes in Shadow's mind.
SHADOW
Stay out of my mind!
AYOB (V.O.)
But I have toyed there for so long now!
SHADOW
And stay out of my mother while you're at it!
AYOB (V.O.)
This is not the homecoming I had hoped for, princeling.
SHADOW
Homecoming? I've never been in this hellhole before.
AYOB (V.O.)
Never? For many days and nights you hung on yonder wall.
Shadow snaps his head around, and the camera whips with him. Feature Shadow, stripped to the waist, chained to the stone, MOANING. The camera snaps back to a pale and shaken Shadow.
SHADOW
But I...I was slain on a hunting expedition. By a traitor's arrow.
AYOB (V.O.)
An arrow? Do you think you were slain by a mere arrow...any more than you were brought back to life by that foundling witch?
SHADOW
How--
AYOB (V.O.)
Your mother bid it be quick, as she did for the king...she wanted to spare you a place in our army. Hence she had her dog Boris spirit you away and bury you in a potter's field, where she thought my gaze did not extend. But her will is not mine own. It was time she learned that.
(beat)
You are mine, Kelvin. Mine now and always. That is why I called you back here.
Shadow is stopped cold. But, finally, with shaking hands, he brings out his sword.
SHADOW
I call upon the gods...to guide my hand to strike true against this evil...
AYOB (V.O.)
(eerie laugh)
Your gods? That call rings hollow in an empty room.
(beat)
We slew your gods, long before we ever came to toy with this world.
Shadow's sword drops from nerveless fingers.
AYOB (CONT'D)
Now...bow before your new master, prince of puppets.
Shadow drops to his knees, compelled by an unseen force.
SHADOW
(through gritted teeth)
This...must not be.
AYOB (V.O.)
But it is.
SHADOW
No....NO!!!
By sheer will, Shadow grabs his sword and drags himself to his feet. Ayob responds with a red beam and a HIGH KEENING NOISE that threatens to split Shadow's skull. But, instead, Shadow steps up and drives the sword into the quivering mass of Ayob's alien torso.
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INT. CASTLE EBON (QUEEN'S CHAMBERS) -- CONTINUOUS
Esme drops in a sharp breath, drawing the watchful eyes of Boris and Peryl. Esme staggers, grabs her midsection, and looks down at herself.
Blood is pooling through her fingers.
BORIS
My queen!
ESME
This...can't be...
Her ring GLOWS COLD though the blood.
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INT. CATACOMBS -- CONTINUOUS
Shadow pulls the sword out as alien blood burbles out of Ayob.
AYOB
You fool! For this your agony shall be--
SHADOW
You are the fool! I am already dead--so I fear not death!
AYOB
The terrors I can inflict even upon such as you--
SHADOW
SHUT UP!!
Shadow plunges the sword in again. Ayob quivers and falls silent.
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INT. CASTLE EBON (QUEEN'S CHAMBERS) -- CONTINUOUS
Peryl and Boris look on in horror at Esme, who has become a wrinkled crone. She is MOANING and holding her stomach. Suddenly she collapses.
A skeleton, with stinking fluid seeping from bone, rattles to the floor. The nightmarish ring she wore bounces away with a cold PING.
Boris' foot comes down soundly on it, and it makes a sound like HUMAN BONES SNAPPING. When Boris lifts his foot, the ring is nothing but dust.
Boris then drops to one knee. Peryl looks on, wide-eyed.
PERYL
By the gods.
Esme's crown rolls off, bounces against a wall, and spins to a stop.
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INT. CATACOMBS -- MOMENTS LATER
Shadow, breathing hard, slowly withdraws his gore-drenched sword once more. After a long, last look at Ayob, Shadow turns and wearily looks for the way out.

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