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Scream Factory and the Label of Halloween




One of my favorite sounds and one I strongly consider linked to Halloween these days is the Scream Factory scream that each (well most) of their titles begin with. It's incredibly quick but now completely attributed, in my mind, to one of the cooler sounds of Halloween, and especially horror. Once I hear that noise I know I'm in for a treat. It is easily the best of all the boutique's intros. 

The Scream Factory catalog is the biggest reason I enjoy this label. They have put out on DVD and Blu-ray, and now 4K, most of the movies I was raised on. They have most of John Carpenter's work, including his Halloween and all of the (real) sequels up to Rob Zombie's take on the franchise. And that may come later. They have so many mid-tier horror, like Nomads or Shocker to The Return of the Living Dead and it's sequel. They put out Pumpkinhead, one of my favorite monster films, and one of the greatest fantasy films ever: Big Trouble in Little China!

They reintroduced me to films I hadn't seen since I was a child, like Sleepaway Camp and The Howling. They introduced me to horror I wasn't aware of, such as The Burning. And when I was hoping someone would put out Graveyard Shift, Silver Bullet and Tales from the Darkside The Movie - Scream Factory put out all three! They put out dozens of double feature Blu-rays, and made you feel like every night could feel like a night out at the drive-in!

Just for collectors, Scream Factory put out most of their movies with slipcovers and/or steelbook releases. For those of us who do not subscribe to logic, some of us pick up their movies in both versions. Ridiculous. For Halloween, before I look anywhere in my collection, I look at my Scream Factory movies. Usually I will find something in there to enjoy with the spirit of this awesome holiday.

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