Dad Bod of Horror

Blitzkrieg of the Damned: Overlord, Dead Snow & Horrors of War

Send us Fan Mail [https://www.buzzsprout.com/2570337/fan_mail/new] In this episode, we dive headfirst into the frozen trenches of Nazi horror with a triple feature of undead Reich terror. We break down Overlord (2018) — J.J. Abrams’ explosive WWII action-horror about American paratroopers who stumble upon a secret Nazi experiment far worse than anything the battlefield can offer. Then we charge into the snowy Norwegian mountains with Dead Snow, the gory cult classic where a group of friends awaken an ancient army of Nazi zombies. Finally, we explore the grim, low-budget nightmare Horrors of War, which delivers brutal supernatural terror behind enemy lines. From goose-stepping zombies to mad science and wartime atrocities, we discuss what makes Nazi horror so disturbingly effective — and which of these films delivers the biggest scares and best kills. If you love your horror with a side of swastikas and the walking dead, this episode is for you.

Absurd Horror Overload: Marriage Bites, Killer Chickens & Cadaver Mayhem

Send us Fan Mail [https://www.buzzsprout.com/2570337/fan_mail/new] This week on the podcast, we’re diving headfirst into a bloody buffet of bizarre horror! We’ve got marital mayhem in Marriage Bites, a festive feast of the dead with A Cadaver Christmas, poultry-powered pandemonium in Attack of the Killer Chickens, sharp-edged terror in Cutlery, and seasonal slashings courtesy of The Pumpkin Man. From killer kitchenware and evil spouses to holiday corpses and rampaging roosters, this episode is packed with weird, wild, and wonderfully low-budget horror madness. Grab your popcorn (and maybe a machete) — things are about to get deliciously deranged. Tune in for laughs, lore, and plenty of “what did we just watch?” moments! 🎃🪓🍗

Mother Knows Worst: Psycho, Mother's Day & Flesh Eating Mothers

Send us Fan Mail [https://www.buzzsprout.com/2570337/fan_mail/new] This week, we’re diving deep into the twisted world of horror’s most nightmarish mothers for a Mother’s Day massacre special. We begin with Alfred Hitchcock’s masterpiece Psycho (1960) — the film that introduced the world to Norman Bates and his domineering, inescapable “mother,” forever changing the slasher genre and cinematic storytelling. Then we crank up the sleaze with Mother’s Day (1980), Troma-adjacent exploitation gold where backwoods brothers and their unhinged mom turn a weekend getaway into a sadistic game of survival. And finally, we sink our teeth into the gloriously unhinged Flesh Eating Mothers, a low-budget cult classic where suburban moms literally devour their families after a mysterious infection turns the neighborhood into an all-you-can-eat buffet of domestic horror.

Deathday, Birthday, Bloody Birthday: Killer Celebrations in Horror

Send us Fan Mail [https://www.buzzsprout.com/2570337/fan_mail/new] In this episode, we dive into the birthday bash from hell with three killer films that prove you should never blow out those candles without checking your guest list first. We kick things off with the clever, time-looping slasher Happy Death Day (2017), where a college student must solve her own murder before the day repeats… and her killer strikes again. Then we travel back to the early '80s for two cult classics: the twisty, revenge-fueled Happy Birthday to Me (1981) starring a young Glenn Ford and Melissa Sue Anderson, and the delightfully deranged Bloody Birthday (1981), featuring a trio of psychotic 10-year-olds on a murderous rampage. Grab your party hats… and maybe a weapon. Just in case.

Dad’s Night Out: Blood, Bats, and Bad Decisions

Send us Fan Mail [https://www.buzzsprout.com/2570337/fan_mail/new] Three very different vampire stories take center stage in this episode. The genre‑bending chaos of From Dusk Till Dawn collides with the tense, high‑altitude survival horror of Blood Red Sky, all capped off with the offbeat, creature‑feature energy of Fangs (1981). Together, they paint a picture of how wildly the vampire myth can shift—from grindhouse mayhem to airborne terror to cult‑era oddities—while still sinking in with the same primal bite.