I've recently returned from spending Halloween week in New Orleans. The trip had its good, bad and ugly moments, but being introduced to the spellbinding sound of New Thousand—a trap band of street performers dividing their time between New Orleans, Louisiana and Columbus, Ohio—was a moment of pure magic.
In honor of reaching the pivotal milestone of making 40 trips around the sun, I look back on the macabre tales that demonstrates why the 1970s—the deccenium of my birth—was the greatest decade for film in horror, and the subsequent strange and unusual subgenres.
Take a break from all the nauseatingly saccharine-sweet Mother's Day posts and treat yourself to something with a bit more bite. Celebrate with me the mothers of horror—from the maternal to the macabre—ranging from working mothers, stay-at-home mothers, stepmothers, mother of creatures, mother of dolls, and more.