In my early teens, I was an enormous fan of movie gore, and began buying the then just-launched Fangoria in 1979 to see what was on the horizon. No movie caught my attention more than My Bloody Valentine, a 1981 Canadian horror film that originally featured, among other atrocities, an eyeball popping from its socket as the result of a pickax and a woman’s mouth spurting blood after being impaled on a shower minus its showerhead. Thing is, you only saw these images in Fangoria—the censors removed all that material from the finished product in the wake of John Lennon’s assassination, leaving fans of the genre with an appallingly disappointing movie.
Somehow, though, MBV has stood the test of time—its fanbase continues to grow, and its title became the name of an influential British band. This week we even get a remake—in 3D, no less—along with the release of a DVD of the original ’81 version. It all feels a bit too little, too late, and since the new movie’s not being screened for critics, proceed at your own risk. But I can’t be the only one out there wondering if that blood shower’s back, only this time spurting directly at the audience.