A Band of Dreklings…

Twenty years ago today, on a typical cold and overcast night in Chicago, a duo of high school misfits dressed in black with white painted faces played a concert to an audience of ten (four of whom were members of the opening band) in the basement of a house on 63rd and Nottingham Avenue. One stood behind a microphone, the other hid behind a keyboard.

In the center of the room, separating them from the audience that was crammed onto a couch and spilled over onto a stairwell, was a three and a half foot tall plywood cross wrapped in multicolored electrical wiring with a transparent, plastic mask strapped to the top. The bookcase next to the keyboard stand was covered with black linen and a collection of half melted black candles mixed with the freshly lit incense to provide the perfect ambiance.

This was the first live performance of Dreklings and this is the story of a goth band that never went anywhere.

(Thrown in here you’ll see video clips of bands that inspired us, some lyrics I’m sure I’m butchering, and songs salvaged from the graveyard circa 2002…stuff earlier than that is locked in a vault and the key is missing.)

Dreklings was “formed” fourteen months earlier and all it took was this tall, mysterious kid dressed in all black to pass me in the hall in high school and say, “Hey, come to the library so we can talk about Skinny Puppy” (the fact that I had “Skinny Puppy” etched into my backpack gave away my musical tastes at that time.) Thus began a ten year on again, off again relationship that started with a very simple mission: make dark, gothic music that we wanted to listen to. Just one problem: I couldn’t play the sixty three key Yamaha keyboard I owned. It ended up not mattering. In the beginning, each song was comprised of no more than six or seven dissonant chords played at about fifteen beats per minute.

At the time, gothic music to me was pipe organs and scary shit listened to by even scarier people wearing black cloaks with pale faces, black lipstick, and dyed red hair (combat boots and clove cigarettes optional.) Thankfully, my Yamaha came equipped with a not-so-pipe-organ pipe organ voice which was used heavily. The scary came from my inability to match the musical talents of a six month old. The true talent of this duo was my partner in crime, Lillian, who really must have had nothing better to do with her Sunday afternoons than punish her ears with my ineptitude. She was a pretty excellent sixteen year old poet and musician. In fact, our first song was entitled “Children” and it a was pretty light hearted song about a group of kids who ceremoniously execute their parents. If I remember some of the lyrics correctly, it went something like this:

“As imperceptibly as a lilly grows, the path of the sanctum is presented to those

Those who are physically and socially small, and so comes the night of justice for all

Five years old, five years of a lie

And now the children all cry, to watch Mommy and Daddy die…

So the fifty pound children raise their fifty pound hatchets as they shout to their makers, ‘Ashes to ashes.’”

Fast forward a year, past a viola played named Becca who met all the before mentioned requirements of a scary goth kid and who never came back after one rehearsal, and we put together a seven song set list. Even though we were playing in a basement and despite the very low attendance, we still felt like rock stars playing OUR music, however boring. But fuck it, we were playing shit no one else was, certainly no one else on the South side of Chicago where most garage bands were of the pseudo-punk, alternative, metal variety. Our music was slow, mildly pretentious, dark, and somewhat political. What other bands used a keyboard set at organ and violin as their main instrument?

Did I already mention that Lillian was the actual “band” and I was just along for the ride?

I don’t think I’ll ever forget her grabbing my shaking-from-sheer-panic hand as I held down the opening keys to our song “HauloCo$t” (our animal rights anthem) and looking into my eyes as if to say, “Calm the fuck down killer.”

At one point in the night, she took over behind keys and I did this really God-awful performance art thingy with the cross and the mask, a schtick I ripped off from Nivek Ogre of Skinny Puppy. However, truth be told, Puppy or not, we did want to, and later went on to, incorporate actors and story lines in our stage performances (again, I ask you, what other garage band does shit like that?!)

I believe our set finished with a song called “Still Blood Streams”, a song I wrote all by myself, without Lillian, thus why it consisted of ONE note played for six minutes over a soundtrack of frogs croaking and crickets chirping while Lillian and her girlfriend read a long, nonsensical poem about absolutely nothing.

Twenty years ago. That was our show. Man, what a cool fucking night.

We carried on after that adding a bass / guitar / keyboard player by the name of Jori who was certainly the most bad ass chick I had ever met up to that point. With her, we grew up a little and our songs went from slow dissonance to some actual structure (go figure, the group now had two people who knew what they were doing and not just one!)

We put out our first demo tape (yes, TAPE) with her in late 1995, early 1996 (recorded on a Fostex four track by my late fried Mark. God bless you buddy.) And by “put out”, I mean we dubbed each tape individually, made copies of the insert at the local Kinkos, stuffed the packaging, and tried to sell each for $5.00 a piece to other kids who either didn’t have money or didn’t want it. This was the mid-90s. This was the age of the DIY ‘zine counter culture.

So, Dreklings had a show under its belt, a demo tape, and now we were on to conquer The Whale…the Thirsty Whale, the diviest of dive bars in a all of Chicagoland. We were the opening act for a bunch of punk and metal bands. No drummer, no distorted guitar, no screaming, but a whole lotta performance art.

Our time with Jori peaked in June of 1996 with a show in my garage to a pretty respectable audience of about twenty five kids. From this show, I remember three things: we almost killed one of our actors by hanging him, a long haired heavy metal dude (can’t remember if he was part of the act or not) got up and went on with some Satanic verse reading, and one audience member (a boyfriend of a friend of a girlfriend) got physically ill because of our show. He was, after all, a Dave Matthews Band fan.

“Sometimes I feel I should be in a factory far away from my home and friends

Hung upside down so the blood runs quickly through the gash in my throat

Until my lifeless eyes note me ready for package and sale” – “HauloCo$t”

The glory kept rolling on and exit Jori and enter a new phase in the Dreklings: the addition of guitarist Murciélago and drummer / guitarist Hector Hermes Hexagon Renfield. Out went the fifteen BPM, dissonant chords of old and in came something a little more “rockier.” This was a good line up, albiet a short lived one (I think it lasted a little over a year and a half.) We actually started covering music: “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” and “Five To One” to be exact. And even though we still remained every bit as weird, we could now, somewhat, “fit in” with live bills that included those same punk and alternative bands from before. There was a whole lot of Weezer ripping off going on back then, so we were still the Addams Family in the back of the venue while the brightly colored, knit sweater kids had the run of the place.

Shit! I failed to mention the one time a fan, maybe our only “true” fan, came up to me before a show and showed me his forearm in which he had cut into it “Dreklings.”

Creeps and cutters. That was our crowd.

I think it was new quasi-rock route that scared Lillian away and she quit in early 1998. Without her, there was no band. Five years and a lot of memories.

Dreklings reemerged in 2002 with probably our best, most concrete line up. Lillian gave up the role of lead vocals and took her rightful place behind a stack of synths and samplers. I stayed behind my keys, adding sound effects here and there, and even started growling a bit. We had a seventeen year old, classically trained girl as our singer, an honest to goodness real violin player and, my favorite Drek ever, Carolyn “Hog Head” O’Neill: hands down the most talented musician I’ve ever known.

This line up made some really great music if I do say so myself. It was tight, somewhat professional sounding, creepy and, at times, complex. It was a stab back at our roots of dark songs about scary people. We made another demo (a CD this time) and had our one (and sadly only) show at a bar on the North side of Chicago.

Dreklings broke apart too early in my opinion. I still feel this last line up had potential. It had focus. But our Spinal Tap moments piled up and we couldn’t get out of our own way.

At the end of the day, we can say we had a “dance hit” with a remix of one of our songs played by Chicago DJ Scary Lady Sarah at Nocturna and Neo in Chicago and even got a little club play in Berlin!!

But alas, all good things and even some Dreklings have to come to an end. We went out just as we came in: writing songs about death and creepy kids.

“Crawling up the wall with a half severed tongue and a wilted state of mind in the depths of denying

What’s wrong with the world? 

Calls a cruel and twisted girl as she smiles like a child on fire

Thorn in her side, rains falls slow, deprived

Slipping slowly toward the day when the love has turned to rage and the memory stain screams loud of doubt and pain

Scared sleepless of the faces in her dreams” – “Child On Fire”

So kids, close the curtains, light a few candles, and dig out your favorite razor blade because it’s all a downward spiral from here.

Rest in peace.

- Sister Mary Virus

Psychotic Cluster Fucks (In All Their Glory)

For the longest time, we’ve been restricted to the YouTube rule of videos having to be less than 15 minutes in order to be uploaded (unless, of course, you wanted to pay!)  Well, very recently we were alerted to the fact that this rule has been changed and with a little account finagling, you can now upload longer videos for free!

We jumped at the chance to do just that and we’re happy to announce that our “Tortured Girl Trilogy” is now available in its entirety on YouTube.  That’s right, you don’t have to pay us to watch our movies!  Why would you?  That’s like paying someone to punch you in the back of the head until your ears are bleeding.


So here you go kids, our “Tortured Girl Trilogy” for your enjoyment and all for free.


You can’t breathe.  Your heart is racing.  Your clothes are soaked in sweat.  Fuck!!  The voices in your head are screaming.  It’s a thousand degrees in here.  Relief comes in an orange 0.5 mg tablet.  Maybe six or seven of ‘em.


The Xanax has kicked in.  Your vitals are stabilizing.  The room has stopped spinning.  The side of your face is soaking gently in a cool puddle of drool.


All is well.  You wake up from your drug induced nap.  A happier person.  A calmer person.  You open your eyes and realize: only seven more hours until you want to die all over again.

On an unrelated note, our good friend Paul Peditto (a ridiculously talented screenwriter and a former teacher of ours), has invited us to speak at a Micro-Budget Filmmaking seminar at the Chicago Filmmakers’ studio in Andersonville in Chicago on Saturday October 11th!!  Learn everything you need to know about how to make a movie without draining your bank account!  Meet new people and make new friends!!  Make a fucking movie!!  Six hours long, only $95.00.  Well worth it.  Click HERE  (the class is entitled “Planning A Micro-Budget Movie”) for more information.

Hope to see you there!!

Stay alive.


Where Those Damn Rabbits Been? (Also: Four Years And Eleven Months In Review)

Our last update was on November 29th of last year…damn that’s a long time!

We wish we could say our absence has been due to filming on location in the deepest, darkest sugar cane fields of Maui, Hawaii for the past almost year, but we can’t, so we won’t.  This is not to say that we haven’t been busy.  In fact, we can’t remember a year that’s been this crazy and action packed in forever.

We may not have been making movie stuffs, but we did create our favorite project to date: a little herbivore named Dexter.  Back in May of this year, our lives forever changed and we couldn’t be happier.  Becoming parents has been at times challenging, at times terrifying, and always amazing.  He’s hilarious and awesome.


Because it’s been so long since we last posted, we feel a little neglectful to this always-on-our-minds hobby of ours.  And with neglect, comes a little bit of nostalgia.  So, before diving in to the deep end of here and now, we’re gonna go wading in the waters of yesteryear if, for no other reason, than to make things a little more clear for ourselves.


There was an idea to make a documentary about fantasy football.  And then that idea was squelched.  And then there was an idea to make a short movie, in the vein of David Lynch, based on a woman speaking Korean on the radio.  And that’s what we rolled with.

“A Loving Memory” took on many different forms on paper before finally becoming the little monster wrapped neatly in a grey sweater and topped off with a plastic mask.  We’ve already written the history of ALM here, but this is where our story always has to start.

Filming took only four days spread out over the end of December and the beginning of January and she premiered in March of 2010.  Somewhere between the wrapping of production and the premiere party we had the idea for our next movie ready to go.  Fueled by fool-hardy ambition and a lot of really supportive friends, we started the next Herbi-chapter, albeit a very convoluted one.


We felt like our invitation to Cannes was only one more experimental short away and being caught up in the afterglow of completing our first movie really made the months that followed seem to fly by.  There was the writing and the editing and the rewriting and the re-edting and the casting and the meetings and the rehearsals.  “Gless” was filmed in the Summer, edited later in the Summer, and premiered at the end of the Summer.  (Wanna know more?  Click here.)

We a couple of months off between “Gless” and what would become our favorite movie to date “The Mockingbird.”  The early incarnation of this sickie was to be set to the song “Shitbeard” by COWS and it pretty much just involved a nurse hanging a patient with her own intestines.  And then it grew and grew…but we kept that whole evisceration / hanging thing.


Pre-production for “The Mockingbird” began in December of 2010 and filming started in March of 2011.  However, not content with being just a one-movie-at-a-time pony, we took on a couple of other short projects producing the movies “How Deep Is The Rabbit Hole?” and “You Are What You Eat” for our good friend, the very talented Tony Colon.

Twenty eleven was a good year.  We were so proud of “The Mockingbird” and still are.  (Click here for more details and entrails.)  Herbi hit its stride and had a nice swagger to go along with its limp.  Everything culminated in August of that year with “Herbi-Palooza”, a self-produced film festival featuring twisted sisters, sadistic bunnies, and cannibal chickens.

Twenty eleven ended on a high and twisted note with this, our first episode of “Herbivorous”, a seven minute long WTF moment that we really enjoyed making: 


Twenty twelve was a screwy year.  We traded movies that don’t make much sense in for an online cooking show called “Feed The Beast.”  Although we felt a bit out of our element, dining on the fine cuisine created by Chef Tony after each episode made us forget the fact that we didn’t know how to swim.  FTB lasted seven episodes, from January to August.  Our favorite episode was definitely our culinary tribute to our favorite WWE legend Rowdy Roddy Piper.

Hooking up with our friends at Resistance Pro Wrestling for the above episode opened up the opportunity to shoot a promotional video for their female champion at the time Melanie Cruise (she’s the one who kicks Chef Tony in the nuts.)

Somewhere in between stuffing our faces and getting suplexed, we also tried really, really hard to make another movie, but the most we could squeeze out was a teaser trailer…for a movie that doesn’t exist.

And then we made this here funny little ditty about fantasy football (which we guess, in a way, brought us back to square one?)

This year concluded with creating several promotional videos for a fantasy sports (go figure!) website that was a result of the above fantasy football vid.  Ya see?!  You never know where one project will lead you.


Things kinda got back on track in twenty thirteen, meaning we got back into the groove of making creepy shit.  We ditched the Beast and all its glazed chicken for a spray paint huffing clown named Huggles who made carnival food from his Mom’s basement.

To date, “Snuggles With Huggles” has only two episodes.  If we have it our way, he’s gonna get a bunch more in the near future and he’ll eventually land his dream job as pork fluffer on Rachael Ray’s show.


There was also this failed experiment:

In the Fall of 2013, we decided to throw our rabbit ears into the ring of competitive filmmaking and entered the “ABCs of Death 2″ contest, coming up with the sick little ditty that is “Mascot With A Machete.”

The Autumn months brought us further opportunities with another filmmaking pal, John Borowski.  We must say, it was pretty cool working with the guy who, four years earlier, gave us the advice that pushed us over the cliff of movie making.  We shot footage for his “Serial Killer Culture” documentary and also assisted on the production of his own ABCs entry “Mime Time.”

AND NOW…(2014)

We opened up the beginning of the year by helping John Borowski on another short movie entitled “Rough Crowd” but, since then, things have been slow in the way of making movies.  And for good reason, of course, as Dexter demands much of our time!  This is not to say that our brains haven’t been occupied by thoughts and ideas and schemes and plans for our next project, one we’ve been working on, script wise, for over a year now (!)

However, it wasn’t until recently that we dusted off the ol’ Panasonic SDT750 and shot some footage for a wonderful group of people over at the Sweet Bunny Project.  Being rabbit lovers, we were appalled at the news that Whole Foods Market was in the test phase of selling domesticated rabbits as meat in their stores!!  The Sweet Bunnies allowed us to make them a little doc of the event and we’re pretty proud of it (and very grateful to them for spreading it around!)

And then there’s this, because why not?

Where do we go from here?  Well, like we said, there’s never a shortage of ideas and there’s that damn script we’ve been working on since last June.  Maybe someday…

Until then, Nancy Loomis.


Lady Killers

“Tortured Girl Trilogy.”  Yes, we know, we know.  The title brings to mind “torture porn.”  Perhaps it may even sound like a rip off of the Japanese “Guinea Pig” film series or “The Faces of Death.”  But alas, it is none of those things.  When we made our first short film “A Loving Memory,” we were just trying to keep our heads above water and make a movie.  That’s all, nothing more, nothing less.  Just make a damn movie.  We blame actor Melissa Malan for everything really.  If she wasn’t so damn good to us and made the making of ALM such a great experience, we never would have pressed forward with more.  But she was and we did.


It was somewhere near the end of the ALM shoot that we got the idea of a trilogy, more specifically, a “Tortured Girl Trilogy”: three movies about women who lose their minds and resort to violence and murder as a means of making sense of the world.  We never wanted to make a series of films (or even one film  for that matter!) about women playing the stereotypical roles of the helpless victims.  Quite the opposite.  We like our ladies insane and in charge!  We’re certainly not the first to come up with the concept and we’re not reinventing the wheel, we were just making the kinds of movies that we wanted to see and the kinds of characters that we love: strong, independent women who don’t use their sexuality to solve problems, who aren’t victimized, who don’t depend on anyone to save them, and who keeps their clothes on!  Instead, they show that they’re just as tough and bat shit crazy as the boys can be.  No rape revenge storyline needed (Michael Myers didn’t have one!)  Just evil, rage, and madness, in their purest forms, hiding behind the eyes of a woman.


We don’t have any misconceptions of what we’ve made.  We didn’t set out to start a revolution or empower anyone.  The “Tortured Girl Trilogy” is simply a set of three very inexpensive and very amateur (!) movies.  The same as thousands of other micro-budget films that get lost on the internet and are watched by, if we’re lucky, 500 people.

We just happen to have a liking for ladies that would sooner slash your throat than blow you a kiss.  Well, they might blow you a kiss as you bleed to death.

Below are the stories and meanings behind our “Tortured Girl Trilogy” which includes “A Loving Memory,” “Gless,” and “The Mockingbird.”  If you want to see any of them, just shoot us an email and we’ll happily oblige.

Stay Alive.


The Best For Last

“Defenestration: The Art of Throwing Someone or Something Out of A Window”

That was the original title for the final installment of our “Tortured Girl Trilogy.”  And, in the beginning, it was nothing more than what would eventually become the ending of the movie.  Make sense?  There was going to be a nurse eviscerating a woman and then hanging her by her intestines.  That was basically it.  A little nonsensical dialogue up front to set up the story and mood and, what was to follow, was just supposed to be an elongated deranged dream sequence.

As was the case with “Gless,” I ran the idea past my confidant Melissa Malan and she not only gave it the green light, but said she wanted to know more about the two characters, that simply being weird is fine, but she felt like there was something more to be worked out here.  Eventually, one nurse became two and the eviscerated girl would become a sister who was pushed to the brink of madness.

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From our little idea came a few months of late nights at the local Starbucks writing and re-writing.  Honestly, this movie was very easy to write.  It wasn’t as convoluted as “Gless” and yet it was more complex than “A Loving Memory.”  It was more exciting, had more action, and had what we felt were very cool, engaging, and creepy characters.  The eviscerated girl from our original idea became Madelyn Kennedy: a recent college graduate ready to take the world by storm and be all she could be.  She was the complete package of beauty, brains, ambition, sex appeal, and attitude.  She was primarily raised by her older sister Evelyn who took over the role of parent when their mother died and their father abandoned them.  At one point, Evelyn also had the same dreams as Madelyn, but she gave all that up to care for younger sibling.  Selfless, responsible, strong: Evelyn was the perfect guardian.  Once Madelyn was well on her way through college, Evelyn tried putting together the pieces of her own life and start anew.

Unfortunately, fate had another idea.

After Madelyn graduated from college, Evelyn was involved in a horrible car accident that left her a quadriplegic.  Madelyn was forced to take in Evelyn just as she was about to begin her adult life.  Now the roles were reversed, only Madelyn didn’t possess the same inherent virtues of family obligation and responsibility as Evelyn did so many years before.  Madelyn’s life became caring for her sister around the clock…and she resented her for it.  And as time went on and Madelyn became filled with more and more rage and self-pity, so did Evelyn, a woman who never got to experience all that her sister did.  Now both women were prisoners: Madelyn in her own home and Evelyn in her own body.

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Most of “The Mockingbird” is told through the use of flashback as Madelyn recounts the story of her and Evelyn to two faceless and wonderfully deranged nurses in 1950s style uniforms.  And that’s where shit gets weird.  Their idea of medicine and rehabilitation is pain and torture.  As is seen at the beginning of the movie, these two nurses are really Madelyn’s distorted interpretations of the nurses in an actual emergency room.  But as Madelyn slips back and forth between reality and fantasy, these two become the representations of her own guilt and remorse.  There’s also this doctor with a melted face and a fetish for scalpels and the “Orchid Thief” who is this angel / shadow-like being who tries to save Madelyn’s soul.  *Note*  The Orchid Thief has nothing to do with orchids or thievery.  We’re just fans of the movie “Adaptation” and thought it was a pretty cool name for a character.  *End Note*

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So, why on Earth is a horror movie about two sisters who hate each other and themselves entitled “The Mockingbird”?  Well, obviously the first title of “Defenestration” wasn’t going to cut it anymore.  We had no ideas for a title, but that’s where the ever reliable Melissa Malan (who would go on to play the role of Evelyn) came in.  She suggested the title of “The Mockingbird” after comparing the story of Madelyn and Evelyn to a poem of the same title by Charles Bukowski.  We won’t explain away everything, but here’s the poem and you’ll see why it worked:

The mockingbird had been following the cat all Summer
Mocking, mocking, mocking
Teasing and cocksure;
The cat crawled under rockers on porches
Tail flashing
And said something angry to the mockingbird
Which I didn’t understand.

Yesterday the cat walked calmly up the driveway
With the mockingbird alive in its mouth,
Wings fanned, beautiful wings fanned and flopping,
Feathers parted like a woman’s legs,
And the bird was no longer mocking,
It was asking, it was praying
But the cat, striding down through centuries,
Would not listen.

I saw it crawl under a yellow car
With the bird
To bargain it to another place

Summer was over

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With Melissa Malan on board to play the part of Evelyn Kennedy, we started looking for someone to fill the lead role of Madelyn.  Melissa suggested a former acting student from the Victory Gardens studio in Chicago named Rebecca Steer and it only took one meeting with her to realize she was perfect for the job.  It was just a gut feeling…as well as her persistence and assurance that she would be the best person to play Madelyn.  She was right and she delivered.  Much like our relationship with Malan, everything just clicked with Rebecca.  She was professional, courteous, dedicated, everything you could wish for in your lead.  Rebecca was an amazing actor to work with and she was even cool enough to play the lead in another “Herbi-short” entitled “How Deep Is The Rabbit Hole?” (more on that later.)  Steer brought Madelyn Kennedy to life and she embraced every aspect of the character.  She was also a trooper for agreeing to be strung up by her neck with cold, wet, rubbery intestines.

Two other characters that were as equally important as the sisters were the nurses Freeney and Mathis.  Actor Joelle Weber, a woman who had previously auditioned for us for the lead role in “Gless,” was a no brainer for the part of Nurse Mathis.  She was a friend of Malan’s and came highly recommended.  Unfortunately, we only got to work with Joelle this one time, but we can’t say enough good things about her.  Like Steer, she was enthusiastic, dedicated to the part, and made one Hell of a sadistic nurse!  The role of Nurse Freeney went to actor Kasey O’Brien, a woman we met while working on a play around the same time.  This was also the only time we got to work with Kasey, but she too was a very cool person and helped to bring to the screen one of our favorite characters that we’ve ever written.

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Rounding out the cast were actors Steve Ruppel as Dr. Garcon (both handsome and disfigured versions) and David McNulty as Dr. Bethea, another actor we met through the “Gless” audition and came to the rescue to play the role at the zero hour for us.

We had only two people in our crew, but they played multiple roles.  There was the ever reliable “Swiss Army Knife of Independent Filmmaking” Jenni Schenk who was our make up artist, special effects artist, art director, and lighting tech and Tony Colon working as cinematographer and brainstormer.

As was the case with all of our films, we were blessed to have had so many talented people involved that willingly gave their time and talent to this sick little movie and we are forever grateful.  We hope you guys had a good time making “The Mockingbird” and, ultimately, we hope that you are proud of what she became.

Filming went pretty smoothly, all things considered.  A four day shoot over the course of a month, three locations (one of which was a BDSM dungeon), and an end budget of about $1000 not including the Panasonic SDT-750 camera we bought shortly before production began.  The movie spent about three months in post-production and debuted as a part of “Herbi-Palooza 2011″ at the Viaduct Theater in Chicago on August 6, 2011 alongside “How Deep Is The Rabbit Hole?” and “You Are What You Eat,” both directed by Tony Colon and both of which can be found on this site’s “Short Films” page.

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One of the locations needed for the movie was a hospital room setting.  After calling and emailing several doctors’ offices and health clinics with no success, we felt pretty screwed and out of ideas.  And then, as fate would have it, a friend of a friend of a friend posted a Facebook post about their recent trip to a BDSM dungeon which featured, what else, a medical exam room!  We immediately hopped all over this and emailed the head mistress in charge who was actually not as intimidating as you might think!  She was a pretty cool person and we ended up renting out her place for a four hour time block.

Now, we knew our shoot was going to be a Hell of a lot less than four hours, but since we had access to such a cool space, we thought, “Why not use it?!”  So, we brainstormed with Tony Colon about what we could fill the other three plus hours up with.  It took only one night to conceive and write the Colon directed “How Deep Is The Rabbit Hole?” a five minute short film about a beautiful princess and her jester friend who are kidnapped by a large bunny and dragged down to his dungeon of sadomasochism.  Yes.  Yes.  One night to write, three hours to film, two nights to edit, and the Rabbit Hole has made it’s way into three film festivals around the U.S.!!

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“The Mockingbird” is the best movie we’ve made to date (and our favorite.)  It’s story is more comprehensible and linear than our others, it has the best production quality, the best sound, and it was a great experience to make.  We had an awesome time making this movie with everyone involved.  We got to play with some incredibly gooey and slippery intestines made by the J Banger Jenni Schenk, we got to cut through and tear up a prosthetic stomach, and we  had all sorts of fun with blood and entrails…what more could you want?!

2011 was a very productive year for Herbivore Productions.  We produced three movies and hosted our “Herbi-Palooza” to a packed house on the North side of Chicago.  Near the end of that year we made a goofy little short featuring a talking goat in a corset reviewing the movie “Salo,” in 2012 we produced an online cooking show entitled “Feed The Beast” (seven episodes) as well as some other short projects, and in 2013 we started up another online cooking series entitled “Snuggles With Huggles” and made a three minute short for the “ABCs of Death Part 2″ contest.  All of which have been a blast, but we really do miss the fun, stress, and excitement of taking on a larger film project like “The Mockingbird.”  Its not for a lack of trying, mind you, but making movies is rough on the brain and savings account.  We’re always trying to get other projects up and running and I doubt we’ll ever have a time in our foreseeable future in which we’re not thinking about a new film idea.

But if fate has other plans for Herbi and if “The Mockingbird” is our last movie, then she’s one Hell of a swan song.

Stay Alive.

Check out Shannon Rullo’s review and recipe for “The Mockingbird” at “The Cannibal Kitchen” (YUMMY STUFF!!)

A Cannibal, A Creep, and A Mascot Walk Into A Bar…

This one gets a little mushy.

After almost four years in the micro-budget movie game, we are still humbled and floored by the support we continue to get from fellow fans of the horror / creepy / what the Hell is wrong with you for liking this genre as well as our family, friends, and pets.

It hasn’t always been easy, in fact, its never been easy and we spend a good amount of time bashing our heads against the wall out of frustration and self-pity.  But man, when things click, it feels great.

Sure, we haven’t achieved any success in the way of money or fame (although that was our naive intention for entering this cut throat arena), but we learned a lot of hard lessons which made us realize that the reason why we continue to make movies and videos is out of love: the love of creating something new and original (and something that might make people squeamish and resent the fact they clicked the “play” button.)  We don’t know what the future holds, but one thing we do know is that we will continue to do what we do (whatever that is!) because there’ll always be ideas and nightmares to expand upon.  The thrill nowadays isn’t so much in the possibility of acquiring stardom, but the excitement of thinking up a new and ghastly character and letting them lose in the world.  Few people may ever see that soulless individual, but we hope those that do enjoy watching their psychopathic rampage and descent (and the blood and guts.)


For those of you who have worked with us these past four years, hopefully you know how much we genuinely appreciate all you’ve done for us.  We couldn’t do any of this madness without you!!  Y’all are a bunch of sickos and psychos!!  And endless amounts of thanks, tears, and bear hugs go out to our fans, supporters, reviewers who gave us their time, and everyone who has helped spread the Herbi love like a rash.  Or pink eye.

Now, what has reduced our rusty razor blades to mushy lumps of affection and thanks?  Well, we just got talked up by a cannibal which reminded us of a creep…which reminded us that we would be nothing without support.


We LOVE LOVE LOVE Shannon Rullo’s “Cannibal Kitchen” blog on ZombiesDontRun.net and not just because she was kind enough to help promote Herbi TWICE!!!

Shannon’s “Cannibal Kitchen” is the perfect fusion of gore and goodies making her the Julia Child of scary delicacies.  She creates original recipes based on horror films and even has a book to show for it!  Even if we weren’t making movies, we’d totally be fans of the Cannibal Kitchen (for crepe’s sake she whipped up a “Nekromantik” inspired NEKROMIXED VEGGIES dish!!)  This is good stuff.  READ THE CANNIBAL.  RESPECT THE CANNIBAL.  BUY THE BOOK to SUPPORT THE CANNIBAL!!

And while you’re at it, be sure to read Shannon’s reviews / recipes for our movies “The Mockingbird” and our submission to the “ABCs of Death Part 2″ “M IS For Mascot With A Machete”!!


We met Kristin Wicks (a.k.a. Kreepylady Kristin) while hopping through the Twitter-sphere and soon learned that if you want to know all there is to know about knowing what’s going on in the Chicagoland area when it comes to all things spooky, disturbing, and weird, then Kristin is your girl!!  She writes the Chicago Creepout blog for “Chicago Now” as well as being the brains and brawn behind the Creepout’s Facebook and Twitter monsters.  Like Shannon, Kristin has shown support for Herbi and its quite the thrill knowing that a such a fan of the genre has got your back (so long as she isn’t holding a serrated blade against it.)  Thank you Kristin!!

Now, onto other news.


Our submission to the “ABCs of Death Part 2″ letter M contest is still looking for you to LIKE it!!  “M is for Mascot With a Machete.”  Really, is there any need for us to tell you what its about?  If you haven’t yet, please follow this LINK to our movie and hit that little LIKE button above it.  Each LIKE is a vote and each vote gets us closer to being a finalist in the ABCs’ contest, the winner which just so happens to appear in the feature length, theatrical release.  That’s all, no big deal.

Blah, blah, blah…we’re still working on a feature length script and putting another short into pre-production.  AND we just go to help out filmmaker John Borowski with his own “ABCs of Death” submission which is probably going to be pretty fucking fantastic, just sayin’.  Thank you to John for bringing us in to assist (he already knows how much we love him.)

Stay Alive.

Mascots and Machetes…

Learning your ABCs has never been so much damn fun…or bloody!

Last year, Magnet released “The ABCs of Death” which was a feature length film comprised of 26 shorts directed by famous horror movie directors and one amateur, each short representing a letter of the alphabet and a way to die that begins with that letter.  They opened up the letter “T” to amateurs and the winner was a claymation vid for “T is for Toilet.”

Well, the ABCs were such a success, there’s gonna be a sequel and, once again, they’ve opened up a letter to amateurs for a chance to get into the feature.  This year, the letter is “M.”

We figured, “What the Hell?  Why don’t we get in on this action?!”  So we did…and $600.00, one day of filming, and two days of editing later, we came up with our 3 minute short M IS FOR MASCOT WITH A MACHETE.

We assembled a motley crew of players including James Whelan of Snarling Beast Productions and Shut The Door Productions here in Chicago to run the camera, lights, and sound, special effects make up artist Joe Mistretta of 4 Finger Effects from Chicago to provide all the gooey, bloody stickiness, and our very own Tony Walsh of “Feed The Beast” and “Snuggles With Huggles” to portray the very unfortunate victim.

You can watch our movie below, but if you wanna be really awesome and cast a vote for us to get into the feature release, then please visit: http://26th.abcsofdeathpart2.com/entry/m-is-for-mascot-with-a-machete/ and hit the LIKE button above the video (Please note that LIKING the video on Vimeo doesn’t count as a vote for the film, although we do appreciate your support!!)


M Is For Mascot With A Machete from Herbivore Productions on Vimeo.




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