Subterranean Sound & Vision

09/28/2025

It must be film festival update night.

Our trailer for ‘Holler’ has been picked as a finalist at TINFF.

Congratulations to our cast and crew.

09/28/2025

09/27/2025

We are happy to announce we have been selected at La Punk Film Festival for For The Record.

Congratulations again to our cast and crew.

We feel like this festival, more than any other really embodies the spirit of the show. DIY and zero budget.

We are honored to be selected.

09/27/2025

The Street Fighter.

09/24/2025

The link to our Backstage listing for 'Holler.' It has a little more information on the roles still being casted.

Casting and seeking crew for "Holler," a post-apocalyptic Western drama. Logline: In a post-apocalyptic Midwest, a hardened loner reluctantly agrees to help a

09/23/2025

ANNOUNCEMENT:

We are still currently casting for a select amount of roles for 'Holler.'

Supporting and day player roles with the following demographics:

Female 18 to 25
Female 45 to 60
Males of any age
Zombies of any age and demographic

We are also accepting applications for production assistants.

The shoot will be May 30th to June 14th with some table reads and meetings before.

This is a non-union shoot. Most positions are unpaid. Credit and travel compensation will be provided for some roles, this includes: lodging, gas reimbursement and food.

We are looking for motivated people, in love with movies and the ability to work as a team.

Email us at: [email protected] if you are interested.

Just now hearing about us? Here's the mood trailer we shot in the spring:

The final original intended anamorphic version of the trailer. This trailer emphasizes the general aesthetic of the film itself. Lifeless, wide open landscap...

09/05/2025

Who wants to act in and or help with a short film this Sunday at 3pm? Sorry for the late notice. Paid in compliments and food.

08/30/2025

I’m happy to announce the trailer for Holler has been selected at .

Congratulations to our cast and crew!

08/26/2025

We did a little commercial for Street Trash, a horror boutique, in Jacksonville, Illinois.

Subterranean Sound and Vision made a commercial for Street Trash, a horror boutique, in Jacksonville, Illinois. He killed everybody. It sucked.

08/24/2025

Unusual Horror Launches Human Hibachi Merchandise https://horror-fix.com/unusual-horror-launches-human-hibachi-merchandise/

08/20/2025

Who’s ready for us to re-open tomorrow?

Here’s some new VHS going to the shelves.

We will be open 12pm to 5pm.

Friday the 13th (1980)

Before the hockey mask, before the machete, it was Mrs. Voorhees doing the stabbing. This flick’s a blood-soaked campfire story with a bonus: Kevin Bacon gets an arrow through the throat. Tom Savini’s effects turned Crystal Lake into a crime scene, and slashers never looked back.

IT (1990, TV Miniseries)

No theaters, no problem — this was broadcast carnage. Tim Curry’s Pennywise is a sewer-dwelling nightmare who ruined clowns forever. John Ritter shows up, balloons explode with blood, and half of America swore off storm drains in ’90. Proof that network TV could traumatize just as well as VHS.

A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master (1988)

Freddy at his MTV peak — all neon, cockroach kills, and one-liners sharp enough to shred your VCR heads. Directed by Renny Harlin (before Cliffhanger), this one made bank and proved the dream demon was as much rock star as boogeyman.

The Curse (1990)

Farmland, Lovecraft, and radioactive body horror. You get slimy transformations, cosmic rot, and the sense that nobody should ever drink the water. Not to be confused with the other “Curse” movies — the ‘80s/‘90s loved slapping that title on anything.

Misery (1990)

Forget slashers — the scariest killer is an obsessed fan with a sledgehammer. Kathy Bates won an Oscar (yeah, an Oscar for a Stephen King flick) for turning James Caan’s legs into splinters. Cozy cabins and bone-snapping don’t mix.

Combat Shock (1986, Troma)

If Taxi Driver fell face-first into a Staten Island gutter, you’d get this. Vietnam vet? Check. He**in? Check. Mutant baby? Double check. Pure Troma sleaze: no budget, no hope, just urban decay and a final reel that’ll stick to your brain like grease on a pizza box.