<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Horror Comedy - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/horror-comedy/</link><description>Latest from the Horror Comedy desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2025 11:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/horror-comedy/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Spider Baby: The 1967 Gothic Black Comedy</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/spider-baby-the-1967-gothic-black-comedy/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spider Baby&lt;/em&gt; opens with Lon Chaney Jr singing the theme song, a mock-spooky ditty about cannibals and murder delivered in the voice of an actor who by 1964 had been the Wolf Man, the Mummy, Frankenstein&amp;rsquo;s Monster and Dracula, and knew exactly how funny and how sad it was to be doing this now. That opening tells you the whole film in ninety seconds. It is a horror picture that loves horror, mocks horror, and grieves for it, all at once, and it was made by a first-time director who understood the genre better than most people who had been working in it for decades.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2025 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Sam Raimi: From the Cabin to the Multiplex</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/sam-raimi-from-the-cabin-to-the-multiplex/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;There is a shot that recurs across Sam Raimi&amp;rsquo;s whole filmography, and once you notice it you cannot stop seeing it. The camera stops being an observer and becomes a predator. It skims low over the ground, tears through a forest, bursts through a window, races at a screaming face — a point of view that belongs to no character, only to a malevolent force with a body of its own. Raimi built a forty-year career on the belief that the camera is not furniture. It is a performer, and it can act.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2025 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Rubber: The Killer-Tyre Film About Watching Films</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/rubber-the-killer-tyre-film-about-watching-films/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Pitch &lt;em&gt;Rubber&lt;/em&gt; (2010) in one sentence and it sounds like a dare you&amp;rsquo;d lose money on: a discarded car tyre comes to life in the California desert, discovers it can make things explode by force of will, and goes on a killing spree. That&amp;rsquo;s true, and it&amp;rsquo;s not remotely the whole film. Quentin Dupieux — better known to a certain crowd as the electronic musician Mr. Oizo — made the killer-tyre premise the bait for something considerably stranger: a feature-length essay on why audiences watch, disguised as the dumbest B-movie imaginable. It runs about eighty-two minutes and it is one of the few genuinely successful meta-horror comedies of its century.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jul 2024 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>