Spooky movies (or television shows, or books, or what-entertainment-have-you) are the name of this weekend’s FFS game (games, too, if there are any that are autumn appropriate.) Supernaturally-tinged things have always been *my* thing, so I have quite a few schlocky favourites I like to pull out around this time of year. Turns out I also have a number of matching manis (with a major emphasis on the Beetlejuice side of things) AND some complimentary wax melts as well. This is far from an exhaustive list of favoured frightening films, and there are an absolute ton of one-off television shows I love that bring the delightful Halloween spooks (Roseanne’s Halloween episodes were brilliant, as were Buffy’s, AND Brooklyn 9-9.) But these are clearly the ones that have captured my nostalgia-lovin’ heart. Don’t know what to tell you, I likes what I likes. 🙂
I probably shouldn’t have included Beetlejuice on this list; that’s an all-the-time watch around these parts, no seasonal designations necessary. Here I’ve paired five very striped manis with Super Tarts’ Beetlejuice, who apparently smells like apple butter, oatmeal cookies with icing and buttermilk pancakes. I would have thought mold and moss, but I’ll take these fruity pancakes over that rank-sounding combo any day.
I have mentioned before that my favourite movie to watch at this time of year is Blair Witch 2: Book of Shadows. It is SO bad! But Jeffrey Donovan. 🙂 Actually, I love this makes-no-sense-on-any-level sequel so much, I bought this hideous-sounding (and kind of hideous-smelling) Blair Witch wax tart, a blend of Leaves, lemon, marshmallow cream and “a hint of salted caramel.” None of those scent notes are particularly compatible, but then again, nothing in the movie works in tandem either. Except Jeffrey Donovan’s farm rat hotness – it’s clear, a focusing point for my attention. And eyes. Or would that be his foine naked arse there at the end of the movie? … (sorry, got a little carried away there…)
I keep thinking that one of these days I’ll simply will myself into liking The Walking Dead through pure osmosis, but that remains to be the case. It’s just a terrible, terrible show. And this is coming from the person who freely admits to loving Death Note. So until that day arrives, I’ll just content myself with a number of walker-centric manis, as well as this Zombie Brains wax tart from Super Tarts. I like the design of this clamshell; it looks like that snot green, TWD-inspired polish on the far right, Look at the Flowers, Lizzie. Don’t love the smell, though – this key lime, pomegranate and cotton candy blend is hella powdery and provokes mini sneezing fits. And that simply won’t do when you’re sprinting through the Atlanta woods with a pack of walkers hot on your heels (oh, who am I kidding, this is The Walking Dead; they can’t get above more than a leisurely stroll. That’s why everyone keeps dying and why they haven’t made it beyond Virginia in seven seasons.)
The Addam’s Family is so cute. I love how hot Gomez and Morticia are for each other, like they’re always just on the verge of throwing down right in front of Lurch and Cousin It. I’m actually sort of surprised they only have three children – you know they’re boning down allllll over that creepy old house. Here I’ve paired Addam’s Family, another Super Tart blend of salted caramel, pie crust and pumpkin cupcakes, with Glam Polish’s indigo-to-purple matte micro-glimmer, Wednesday.
Better than Beetlejuice. Better than The Goonies. Better than Death Note, ha! The Lost Boys is legion and I won’t hear a single word against it. I’ve also joked in the past that I think Super Tarts missed the mark on this scent blend. As yummy as it is, no way in Santa Carla hell would David and his crew smell like pomegranate, apple cider and toasted marshmallows. More like salty sea air, spilled bong water and general boy funk.
Speaking of the undead, here’s everybody’s favourite masked movie killer, Jason Voorhees. Well, I suppose all those horny, machete-d camp counselors aren’t so fond of him. I used to sit down every Fall and marathon all bajillion of the Friday the 13th movies until one day, I realized I didn’t actually like them very much. The mid-to-late ’80s sequels in particular (V, Jason X, Jason Takes Manhattan) are atrocious. But I will always have a soft spot in my heart for 1986’s Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives, in which Jason is bested by an outboard motor. It’s easily the worst of all of them! This wax blend – another clamshell from Super Tarts – is quite nice, though, a pleasant, mild combination of apricot, buttercream, ice cream scoop bread and a slash of red berry currant.
And while I have no wax inspired by Gravity Falls, I’d be remiss – remiss, I tell you! – in leaving it off this list; the residents of Gravity Falls are so into Halloween, they create a mid-point holiday by the name of Summerween to satisfy their never-ending need for creeps. They carve Jack-o-Melons, visit obnoxious Summerween Superstores and get haunted – or is that hunted? – by the Summerween Trickster, a malevolent meanie made entirely of discarded “loser candy.” It’s kind of the cutest. 🙂