Loosely connected characters from a drug dealer to a morgue attendant converge, in ever ickier circles
This unapologetically juvenile, but not unentertaining, anthology film parcels together a bunch of vaguely intersecting horror stories, presented as if they were being told by a small town DJ (66.6 on the dial) named Chilly Billy (Corey Taylor). As Billy and his producer/sidekick take calls from listeners on Halloween, the regale their audience with seasonal stories of sick and twisted monsters that come dressed like nightmarish clowns. It’s Tales of the Mayhem You Damn Well Expect, Nay Insist Upon, Given It Has an 18 Certificate.
In the first, Kyra (Riley Sutton), a nice little girl dressed like a witch, is deprived of her rightful share of several pounds of sweets when her abusive redneck stepdad (Kevin Wayne) insists she has to stay at home. Fortunately, Kyra has occult graphic skills and can draw monsters and then conjure them to life to protect her. In later segments, the standard horror-movie morality that governs who gets sliced to ribbons or beheaded grows much murkier, with characters who don’t seem to have done much wrong at all being summarily tortured, violated or just made to have a lousy evening out.
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