Halloween
2017 Post-A-Day, Day 9:
Grindhouse:
Doors Open at Midnight
Bee
Vixens from Mars #1
Making
horror the Grindhouse way
"Part One”
Script and Letters– Alex
De Campi
Art – Chris Peterson
Colors – Nolan Woodard
Assistant Editor – Ian Tucker
Editor – Brendan Wright
October 2013
Grindhouse
is an American term for a theater that mainly shows exploitation films. They
quickly became associated with low admission fees and, owing to the cheap
prices, showed films of poor quality or low artistic merit in order to recoup
their money. Most of these movies were horror in one form or another.
In
some cases, the theaters would show double, triple or “all night” movies for a
single admissions charge, which encouraged the audiences to spend long hours in
the theater. Because they were a favorite with poor or lower-class audiences,
they became synonymous with disreputable criminal elements.
In
2013, Dark Horse Comics gave a green light to Eisner nominee Alex de Campi to
produce an eight-issue limited series called Grindhouse: Doors Open at
Midnight. The run would be four two-part stories that attempted to capture
between the covers of a comic the experience of attending a Grindhouse movie
theater. The four story titles were Bee Vixens from Mars (similar to Invasion
of the Bee Girls, a sexploitation classic), Prison Ship Anteres, Bride of Blood
and Flesh Feast of the Devil Doll.
The
Crapbox is proud to unveil the first story arc as an act in two parts, today and
tomorrow. Proud, that is, because the book does a great job of being trashy
cinema. All the hallmarks of good Grindhouse are represented: throwaway
characters, gross-out moments, unconventional heroes, horrifying villains and
just enough weird sex to make you feel uncomfortable.
So
sit back, mind your shoes as the floor can get sticky, and munch on that tub of
popcorn as we present part one…
We
begin with a sleepy little burg in midsummer, with Mars high in the night sky,
the bees busily at work and the hot humid stink of honey, blood and sex filling
the night air.
And
while Officer Jimmy finds comfort in the cool blast of his open refrigerator,
his girlfriend Betty is seeking a different kind of comfort from their neighbor
Arlene.
Jimmy
decides to head out for a six pack of cold ones, declining Betty’s offer of a
sticky finger. Giving her ass a squeeze at the door, he leaves and the girls
get back to feeding each other honey in a way that leads to more than just
feeding each other honey.
Jimmy
is distracted by a bee that splats across his windshield leaving a dramatic
smear of what looks like blood. And distraction leads to a crack-up against a
telephone pole that means he’s gonna need a new tire.
Lucky
for him, he’s within walking distance of the corner store. Unlucky for him,
Officer Garcia has been looking for him. Seems she’s found some trouble up on
Cemetery Hill.
Jimmy
grabs a can of Fix-A-Flat and heads out to see what Garcia wants.
Speaking
of Garcia, she’s this one-eyed, cigar-chomping, motorcycle-riding bad ass so
common in the Grindhouse movies. She’s found a boy’s body all ‘sploded in the
front seat of his car. He’s possibly the same kid copping a feel from page one.
Not
the kind of date I want to go on, by the way.
Jimmy
ID’s the body as Arlene’s kid, a fella he’s busted a bunch of times. Garcia
points out the obvious.
As
does Jimmy.
But this side trip through the roses won’t end up smelling so
sweet. Something attacks Jimmy and it don’t seem remotely like any type of man
or beast they’ve seen before.
Garcia
saves Jimmy’s hide with a few choice shots that scares off whatever got its pinchers
into him.
As
she escorts Jimmy back to his car, she waxes poetic about his questioning what
it was that attacked him.
They
share a moment of conversation while Jimmy wraps up his wounds. Garcia
dedicates herself to eradiating the hive and then Jimmy heads home.
Betty
and Arlene are nowhere to be found, so Jimmy settles for bed and beer, failing
to see the bees around his house have other things in mind for him.
And
as he is attacked by the swarm, we fade out to the next morning.
Garcia
comes upon Betty and Arlene, who seems none the worse for losing a son. Maybe
she doesn’t know yet, although all this talk of honey…
Garcia
decides to ignore protocol and burn the hive without authorization. And when
someone like Garcia sets her mind to a thing…
…that
thing gets done…
…but
it appears that not everyone appreciates her clearing off those bees.
Specifically the women who’ve sampled Betty and Arlene’s candy…and mutated into
killer bee vixens.
Stay
tuned after our intermission for part two of this epic Grindhouse tale
tomorrow!
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