Each review of one of their Blu's will go into a little about the quality, the special features and then my general thoughts on the movie, so don't come here expecting me to dismantle every dust speck removed or color corrected scene. Let's highlight some of what is going right in horror by giving Scream Factory the spotlight and introducing some classics to a new generation or reacquainting an audience sick to death of remakes or re-imaginings or whatever the machine is embossing them with these days.
Today we're going to look at a movie that I missed completely over the years. The Nest was never on the shelves of my local mom and pop video store. Had it been there I would have rented it with great enthusiasm based solely on the cover box. Insects. Giant ones. Perfect. It's no surprise that bugs freak me out, and being freaked out by creepy crawlies is perfect for the horror fan. Everything from They're Creeping Up On You from Creepshow to Bug to Kingdom of the Spiders or the ever so clever locust murder in the Abominable Dr. Phibes. I'll watch it all. I'll get my heebie jeebies on.
The Nest doesn't seek to reinvent the scientific experiment, "let's fuck with mother nature like she's Sasha Grey" sub genre. The Nest is simple. Bug goes into the lab. Mad scientists with the best of intentions though lacking moral raisin brain decides to play God on the piano as if it were as simple as playing chopsticks. In this instance the result of said experimentation/playing is a hungry cockroach... cockroach? COCKROACHES!!! Plural, because all good bug movies happen in plural. Oh and they're hungry... for meat. Eat the leftovers at a restaurant? Sure. Angry dog? Seconds please. How about a hand in a rubber glove? Definitely. Dessert!
The Nest has some outstanding practical gore indicative of a time just before the dawn of the evil of CGI. The aforementioned puppy dog that becomes roach au la mode? It's a beautiful concoction of exquisite latex that demands a trip to the bathroom for the uninitiated. They sure don't make them like this anymore. Fun gore. Gore you can laugh at but perhaps your young sibling will swear off the BBQ ribs for a few weeks. There's plenty of hammed up acting that might even have you thinking this could be a made for TV movie. Nothing wrong with that mind you, but I've always felt that the made for TV ilk had some distinctive, near soap opera qualities to its dialogue and vocal performances.
I want you to buy this disc and enjoy the movie. The transfer is beautiful though I would suspect our VHS collecting brethren may cry foul at this film not being watched in a more reel oriented format (either mylar or celluloid). While there's an audio commentary by director, Terence H. Winkless (though I haven't as of yet had the chance to enjoy it) there isn't much else in the way of special features. The cover is classic work of art with minimal updating to keep the movie honest. The menu screens, as with all Scream Factory releases, are brilliant works of art. This is how it is done. Hollywood, I'm looking at you... Troma... you guys too (less is more).
You can pick it up at DiabolkDVD HERE (supporting the little guy is important). Also make sure to "like" Scream Factory over on FaceBook and follow their releases. You can also stop by their website HERE to peruse more titles and get acquainted with their product line and upcoming releases of which there are many. Save your pennies. Start a swear jar. Start a masturbation jar.
Note: Do not confuse this with The Nesting which was also recently released though this was by Blue Underground. That's a fantastic flick as well and well worth the pick up though I will review at a later time. The covers have a remarkably striking similarity despite being altogether different movies.