Author Description

We were young and on the edge of boredom, when the tapes took hold. With the birth of home video they came; the good, the bad and the bottom-of-the-shelf beautiful. With insane plots and very little money, a group of mad geniuses picked up the tools of moviemaking and crafted a cinema of unmistakable glory; stories of werewolf ballerinas, killer tomatoes, suburban commandos, deathstalkers, centrefold psychos, robot vampires and samurai cops. In this age of biodegradable blockbusters, a chosen few, a happy few, a band of video store frequenters have come together to resurrect the days of high adventure, that came with awesome covers (that were often times better than the movie) and bad tracking. These are the stories spawned from the minds of those whose childhood ghosts still haunt the aisles of abandoned video stores the world over. With the indelible impression of the golden age of VHS emblazoned on their banner, this incredible gathering of writers now return you to a time when the B movie was king, in the days before 'so bad its good'. This is the fiction flavoured with those gems from the junk, the films that bypassed a theatre near you... and went straight to video. "It's like renting a stack of VHS movies so questionable, eye contact with the store clerk is simply not possible, but you gotta get them home." - Fred Olen Ray (Director of Alienator, Scalps & Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers)