Slumber Party Massacre Luncheon

This week, the Review Crew gathers around the sacrificial coffee table to dissect Sinners — a film soaked in guilt, temptation, bad decisions, and the kind of moral rot we absolutely live for.

I case you missed out Valentine's day premier here is Madd Doggs Ep. 1

The kennel doors creak open for the very first descent into the chaos pit. In this inaugural episode of Madd Doggs, Rob and the Dogg Pack gather for the sacred rite: their first ritual viewing of Mad God. What starts as a film discussion quickly mutates into a full-blown initiation ceremony — part analysis, part existential meltdown, part unhinged riff session.

We dig into the film’s nightmarish imagery, decode its grotesque symbolism, and ask the big questions: Is there meaning in the madness? Is the assassin a savior or a pawn? And how long before we lose our sanity completely?

This is ground zero for the tradition. The first howl. The beginning of the annual curse. Enter the kennel.

This week on Slumber Party Massacre Luncheon, we step into the candlelit cathedral of sorrow that is the filmography of Mike Flanagan.

From haunted houses to haunted hearts, Flanagan doesn’t just give us ghosts — he gives us guilt, addiction, loss, faith, and the slow rot of memory.

The most overworked, underpaid monsters in horror history—and we still can’t quit them.

This week on Slumber Party Massacre Luncheon, we dig our way out of the grave to talk zombie horror: where it started, why it keeps coming back, and what the undead say about us every time they rise. From Romero’s social rot to splatter-era excess, fast vs. slow debates, infection panic, end-of-the-world vibes, and that eternal question: would you survive, or would you be lunch?

This week on Slumber Party Massacre Luncheon, we’re going straight to the source and visiting The Slumber Party Massacre—the OG sleepover slasher that gave the show its damn name.

We dig into why this movie still rips: the stripped-down nastiness, the sleazy 80s energy, the feminist undercurrent hiding beneath all that blood and beer cans, and how it accidentally became way smarter than most of its VHS-era peers. We talk kills, vibes, legacy, and whether this thing holds up as more than just a nostalgia watch.

In this episode of Slumber Party Massacre Luncheon, we crack open the calendar and take a look ahead at what horror has in store for 2026. Upcoming films, long-gestating projects, wild rumors, and the general state of the genre as it barrels forward—what we’re excited for, what we’re cautiously optimistic about, and what might absolutely wreck us when the lights go down.

Cosmic Horror isn’t about jump scares — it’s about the slow realization that the universe does not give a single shit about you.

This week on Slumber Party Massacre Luncheon, we stare into the void and let it stare back. From unknowable gods and indifferent dimensions to tiny humans realizing they were never the main character, we dig into the horror of scale, insignificance, and forbidden knowledge.

This week on Slumber Party Massacre Luncheon, we crack open the Good Book, shake out the demons, and talk about religious horror—the movies that understand the scariest thing isn’t Satan himself, but certainty.

You didn’t sign up to be scared — and that’s exactly why it works.

This week on Slumber Party Massacre Luncheon, we’re digging into the moments that shook us to our core without ever being labeled “horror.” The scenes that caught us off guard, flipped the tone on its head, and left a pit in our stomachs long after the credits rolled.

Dust off the film reel and lock the doors — Slumber Party Massacre Luncheon is heading straight into the gutter.

This week, we’re diving headfirst into Grindhouse cinema: a blood-soaked love letter to exploitation films, busted prints, revenge fantasies, and movies that feel like they should’ve come with a tetanus shot. We’re talking sleaze, excess, attitude, and why these rough-around-the-edges flicks still hit harder than anything polished and polite.