First of all, happy birthday to the godfather of gruesome horror comedy, Bruce Campbell. While other films and stories have had a huge impact on me as a writer and horror fan, none can compare to the Evil Dead and Army of Darkness. Let me tell you a little story.
It was 1996 and I was a 12-year-old boy who spent most of his free time obsessively fantasizing about going into space if I could ever get my math grades high enough. One afternoon, sitting around with my dad and my uncle, we came across this weird film where a guy with a chainsaw for an arm was fighting some bloated monster in a pit in the middle ages. They both started laughing because they hadn’t seen the movie in ages. Meanwhile, I was transfixed by the perpetual fountains of blood gushing up from inside the pit and the quippy one liners being spouted off by Bruce Campbell as he fought himself to save humanity. It was all over for me after that. My sci-fi nerdism remained but suddenly, deep within my core, a horror fiend was awoken. This film launched me into a lifelong career of writing strange, unusual stories full of sarcastic, dark humor. And I owe it all to Bruce Campbell and the Army of Darkness.