magGoty Christmas Part 2

I hope everyone is having a very merry holiday! Spending it with those you’re closest too and taking in the small moments…

By far the most personal Christmas Special I’ve had the pleasure of dreaming up:

What looks to become another tradition is the magGot Christmas BOX! Pre-sales are up on the site, for Part 2! The last one was a hit and I wanted to carry on the tradition! Details are in the store, click HERE!

Christmas limited

May you have a very bloody and magGoty and Happy New Year!


The pre-orders of the Corner has shipped… Keep an eye!

There is an exclusive bonus dvd with the first 25 copies. The contents is a mystery, but boasts all things magGot. NONE of which has EVER been seen or released. Surely something any true fan would love to feast upon.

Also, the cover art was created by magGot for the original launch of magGot Corner within the CD-ROM publication The Meat Socket. This will also only be available with this first 25 copies.

Only a handful left…







I was working at Abraxas (a child rehab facility). During morning wake-up, we were given a heads up… For some reason, the counselors elected me to be the one to break the news to these troubled kids. Looking back, they were right. I was younger and even though I was blind to it, I had a strong rapport with them. I couldn’t tell you what I said to these kids, but the counselors were right in having me say what needed said. They watched me speak to them through the office windows. I was terrified. But the moment I had to speak, instinct kicked in. We had so much time to break the news, then we could turn on the TV sets. At this point, the counselors crept from the office with their jaws hanging. We had our own news station which we’d tune into during part of the morning. All morning errands and school were put on hold. Time stood still. We were one. A family. Americans. From this moment forward, we had an underlying kinship that lasted till I left Abraxus.

Later after things had somewhat settled and we were relieved to go about our way. After the hour drive back home. My buddy Eric James and I stumbled out shooting A Tribute to Sanity. He also worked there. So we were both working on no sleep and numb from the mornings events. The following day we shot the bar sequence in the film. It is extremely surreal because there’s a shot of a newspaper reading, ‘Terror Hits Home.’ All too fitting within the film, you’d think we’d printed it exclusively. But it was the real deal, the paper from our little town of Tidioute. Always a reminder of just how horrifying real life often is. As much as we imitate it, in hopes of swallowing its madness. We can never predict what lies around the bend…





The first of a series of new releases is up for pre-sale. A decade of magGot Corner episodes. Over two hours of FILMS THAT KILL…
Including interviews and behind the scenes tidbits… Release date is the week of Halloween. The first 25 will be limited, numbered, signed and include original goodies…

Properly compiling and assembling the best quality versions of these shorts has been an undertaking. But one that needed done, before moving onward and upward. There will be never seen or released Corners and many great surprises contained in this exciting release! Mastered and balanced in a brand new magGot Vision transfer. Get your Corner on!


Year SIXteen

Jesus is Strange

This past year has been a strange one. The long and arduous transition to a new magGot station has spanned many odd bumps. A road that was filled with a lot of mountains. Fittingly, I find myself atop of the city of Pittsburgh in Mount Washington. All things magGot are once again in full throttle.

There hasn’t been as long of a road block from completing this never-ending heap of work, since I started my journey. But the thing that’s now key, is that the work is enjoyable once again. Having firmly planted my feet in fresh soil. Traveling through the most absurd times this past year has opened many eyes, more then I knew I had. Yes, we can develop eyeballs in the back our heads.

As artists we can all too often except we are to suffer for our art. This couldn’t be any further from the truth. What this does allow is a struggle and a pure hate and love relationship with your very art form of passion. Often leading us to never-ending circles… chasing our own tales.

For three solid years I’ve battled a balance of taking care of my self and enjoying the art. This hasn’t been an easy transition. Having spent the majority of my life identifying with creative endeavors as something that pays back in pain. Rather then fulfillment.

I found stride in taking care of myself. But my art would suffer for it. When I would make a big dent in my art, my health would in turn take a beating. Finding a balance was not easy. I think it’s something everyone battles with. But for an artist this struggle is often a much harder synchronicity. We are our worst critics and self analysts.

The ‘final’ in house magGot production is 90 percent complete. Getting to a place where I had unhindered clarity to see it through good and proper has been key. But the fact that I have it in the can, is a huge relief. It’s a wild ride and one I can’t wait to share with the world.

There are many other releases upcoming. With the proper support and interest, they’ll continue dropping your way. Now that the magGot shop is fully loaded and chug a lugging.

The final journey to see all that’s been done through to the end. So we magGot’s ‘can break threw the wall to the other side.’ I personally have no plans on quitting. But the thing that folks must know is that I’m working on having my first clean plate since 2002. Something that has seemed an impossible feat for what seems a life time over. But the finish line is finely within my sights.

Nine features, tons of shorts. Countless works for hire. 13 years in the haunted house industry. Lots of creative endeavors. Getting the opportunities to take the stage, a long lost passion. Things are revitalizing what has felt like a candle burning down to it’s final hour.

For those reading this, I aim to begin writing on here more often. Sharing anecdotes and stories from set, life and all else. Shoot me a message with anything you’d like to hear about. The time is now with moving this magGot mechanism along to the finish line… and it’s a great chance to reflect. Share tidbits from the inside…

magGots BACK…

More news to come…but the magGot STORE is back up and running…set up in a brand new space and hitting the magGot Land hard…LOTS in the mix…

Here’s a lil tidbit to satiate the palette…stay tuned!

A very magGoty Christmas…

It’s that time of year again… that chance to take in all you care and love for. To be with your family, friends and loved ones. Of course… another annual tradition, the family friendly magGot Christmas Special. This year marks the seventh special, ending a tales journey… Both in life and screen.

While making this transition with relocating, I wanted to whip up something unique in celebration of magGots 13th anniversary creeping in. A limited package of magGot goodies all personalized, signed, numbered and wrapped in Christmas gift wrap. Pre-orders are up on the store and a release date will be announced once enough orders have been placed. The game plan is to ship some time in January…

The entire contents is under wraps (or else it destroys the Christmas surprise of course)… But it will contain all things magGot, nothing ANYONE has and what we do best…

Happy holidays!

Next steps….

Just a quick update…

Some great news in the mix…

magGot Films is currently relocating… as well as wrapping up post work on the next magGot Film. Details asap…

The webstore is temporarily down so we can focus entirely on wrapping this transition up as efficiently as possible.

Look forward to catching you creepies soon!

m. magGot

SinS flashbacks…

Summer 2000. I get an email from the B-Movie Film Festival stating that my first feature film, My Crepitus is up for an award and that they’d also like to discuss distribution.

Thursday afternoon… I finish up working in a humid basement lab making prosthetic legs. I’m temporarily back in my home town after graduating from the Art Institute and finishing My Crepitus.  Jennifer Reynolds and I hit the road blazing through the night…

Friday morning we role in around 7am. Eric James and Tom Colbert meet us there. We all hang outside of the Seven Eleven eating junk across from The Palace Theater… until the fest begins.

Eric hits it off quickly with Roxanne Michaels (whom we would later shoot with on Opening the Mind and Grotesque Fantasies, when she decided to get back to her roots… as Jasi Cotton Lanier)…

The doors open for the kickoff party. Which is at a Pub across from the theater. I immediately find Ron Bonk, owner of Sub Rosa Studios and behind the B-Movie Film Festival.

Me, “Ron… I’m Michael Schneider great to meet you in person…”

Ron, “Sure…did you…submit a film or…uh…?”

Me, “My Crepitus.”

Ron stares blankly at me.

Me, “Well…you said it was up for a possible award and you’d like to discuss distribution?”

Ron, “Oh…well…that was a standard letter sent to all filmmakers who submitted… can you describe your film a little?”

Me, “Well. Um…I’m in an institution… There’s a scene with a girl masturbating in the shower who bleeds…”

Ron, “Oh…yeah…it was really dark. You may want to light your films in the future. Yeah, yeah… You’ll get a Merit Award, because like many other filmmakers…you showed a lot of promise…but your film suffered a lot from the lighting…Soooo it was close to getting an award, but will ultimately receive a Merit Award.”

Me, “What the hell did you watch it on?”

Ron, “Oh… my monitor for editing…”

Me, “It would help if you adjust it to the film itself…I hope you can give it a second chance sometime…I would never use a shot that’s not visible and lost in darkness…”

Ron, “I’ll do that…yeah…so like um…if we finish things up early on Sunday maybe you can screen the first eight to ten minutes of your film. Or any ten minutes of your film for that matter. Since you traveled here… Where did you come from again?”

Me, “We all traveled up from Titusville, Pennsylvania. This is Eric James, Tom Colbert, Jen Reynolds. They all worked on My Crepitus too. We’d all appreciate that…thanks so much…”


So…we kicked off the weekend and made the best of things. It was our first festival and first time screening anywhere. We did not get the pleasure of screening at The Palace theater. On Sunday while back at that Pub, we did in fact get to screen the first ten minutes of My Crepitus (I Never Left the White Room). It screened after the scheduled films had screened and the first to garner applause for the day.

Another was the opening sequence from Tyler Tharpes first feature film, Freak. He also got a round of insane applause. We immediately bonded. He’d shot his film on 16mm and driven a rental from LA to attend the screening. Misdirected as we had been, that his film was up for an award and that ‘they’ wanted to discuss distribution…

Tyler asked us if we’d do the special makeup fx for his next feature film.

Tyler, “So…the fx in what I saw of your guys film was amazing. Would you do the fx on my next film? I have a guy who gets his head crushed by a forklift…could you do that?”

We of course said YES (as we were all mumbling “how the fuck are we going to do that?”)…flash forward five years and we’re all on set in Indiana crushing Eric James head with a forklift…and killing one another while we’re at it. So we not only got to create the fx…but we got to act in it.

Later m kadath and I had the pleasure of scoring the film as well in Detroit…

Our first work for hire film remains a favorite. Return in Red is a powerhouse of minimalism escalating to a brutal climax… and affectionately shot on 16mm film as well…

John Karyus was another whom we met on Sunday. He was working on his first feature film at the time and if I remember correctly he’d acted and done some work on a film that had also screened (or partially screened)… Either way we hit it off and he was the first person to ever buy one of my films. I’ll never forget it as that is a major turning point in any artists life. We have kept in touch to this day and he also has appearances in …And Then I Helped and Opening the Mind

Eric Stanze‘s film Ice From the Sun swept up the awards. It was surreal on many levels because there were a lot of similarities between his film and ours. Though the execution was completely different. Ron Bonk was sporting Eric’s crew around like super stars. They were untouchable. Until recently I believed I had met Eric briefly. But I’ve come to find out, he doesn’t recall the experience…and it’s likely some of his crew had gone in support of the film separately. Either way it left a strong impression on me. I immediately respected the Wicked Pixel crew because they’d completed their film and were reaping the benefits ten fold…

Flash forward… 2015.


SinS 2015

The world works in mysterious ways.

Nick DeCarlo and Jason West contact me about joining the ranks of their second annual underground film festival in Syracuse. I have not been back to Syracuse since 2000. At that point, I figured that would be the only irony at hand…

They want to be the first to screen Manna (my part for the mysterious and prolific anthology The Profane Exhibit)…and give me the choice of which feature I would like to screen along side it. I pick, His Devil’s Night. My direct return to the darker and depraved side of things I first explored a decade earlier in Mordum.

The festival is announced. Who of all people is headlining? Eric Stanze of course.


Rachael Deacon and I hit the road. She co-stars in His Devil’s Night… and is a multi-talented chick to boot. We check into our hotel room, appropriately room #237. Perfectly setting the mood for the weekend ahead…

room 237

The weekend kicked off with a buffet of yumminess…followed by a passion project I had the pleasure of taking part in with my great friend Anthony Matthews. Revenge Is Her Middle Name is about to be unleashed upon the masses by none other then Unearthed Films. What a fun and interactive screening that was. Anthony, Bryan Truex and I had the chance to do a Q and A after the film. Though I was sober as ever, my enthusiasm for the weekend ahead was clear. I was so sleep deprived that it only enhanced the eve’s festivities. I was completely intoxicated on life and the life of our art itself. It was exciting sharing many adventurous stories from set.

Not until I step upon the soil of the theater, do I realize it’s the same theater that the B-Movie Film Festival was held at fifteen years ago. It held much more relevance to me that I was finally able to grace the screen in this wonderful theater. Strange how I was now sharing the same screen as one of Eric’s films after that first experience. Of course Eric is screening a fifteen year anniversary print of his film Scrapbook.

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We properly get to meet…share stories…you name it. Always rewarding when things come full circle. He’s the real deal. Getting to meet Jason Christ was also a highlight. Yet another crucial piece to the Wicked Pixel puzzle. It’s easy to see why, he perfectly complements everything they have created.

There were many people I finally got to meet. A few off the cuff that come to mind, first up was Stephen Biro. For as long as I can recall, his distribution company Unearthed Films has been a stamp of approval amongst few. If you see that brand, rest assured you’re in for a ride.

Marcus Koch. A multi-talented chap who I’ve also respected for far too long, yet hadn’t the pleasure of meeting properly. It’s always the best thing ever when someone exceeds expectations. That is something this festival was oozing with for sure.

Jimmy Screamerclauz. I’d seen bunches of his whacked out animation, largely through our mutual friend Rachael Deacon. It was great getting to kick back next to his booth on Sunday and get to talk shop.

Getting to meet Eric, Jason, Stephen, Marcus and Jimmy in the flesh was easily a highlight… Then there were the unexpected folks I didn’t know. There were tons of them. There were lots of old friends and fans alike. This place was like Cancer for the Underground. I’ll never forget it. Of course, it doesn’t go without saying that it’s become a pleasure to stomp about with Fred and Shelby Vogel. Great times indeed were had by all…

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It was the first time I’d screamed on the big screen in the States since 2003. I’ve spent a lot of time being buried in my work, others work and all things creative for a very long time. It was exciting to see these two films blaring huge and loud. I’m incredibly proud of them and it brought a tear to my eye to see them larger then life. For that I’m forever in dept to Slaughter in Syracuse. Thank you once again Nick DeCarlo and Jason West for inviting me along for the ride.

Getting to share the stage with such insanely talented monsters of the underground, while Jay Kay (from the Horror Happens Radio Show) carried a wonderful panel. Michael Fitzgerald danced around documenting us as he’d done all weekend with complete ease… The best way to summarize the weekends events, with an appropriately sketchy microphone. A perfect reflection of what we adapt to as underground artists and jacks of our trade.

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Thank you to everyone who supported us, Beneath the Underground, the festival, magGot Films and all things grand and un-grand in Syracuse…

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HDN 2015 web cover

Taking four steps back and four forward…

First off… we magGots would like to wish you a very happy, happy, happy 4th of July!

Growing up… We had our family reunion on the 4th. My Pops and his brothers would put together an insane fireworks display. Folks traveled from all four corners to see our redneck explosive shenanigans…

The 4th of July, 2012… David Graham, Rachael Deacon, April Lynne Radzanowski and I took a little trip. It was a rough year and a rough day for me… Being the anniversary of my Pops passing… and just three weeks before Mr. Ben was in the hospital battling his ailing health (July 28th, which was also the first day of shooting His Devil’s Night in West Virginia. Moments before shooting our first shot, we received the phone call… which of course set the bar and importance for the shoot having much more meaning.)

My rad friends thought we could pour that negative energy into something positive… So in classic magGot fashion…

We set sail to shoot a magGot Corner and enjoy the many festivities at a carnival to boot. Such a groovy day was had indeed; full of insane laughter, tasty treats and the best friends in the world!

Though the footage was thought to be lost, it has resurfaced just in time to chop it up and share our little adventure…

This will forever be an important day for me. Through memories growing up as well as so much more.  Here’s to another 4th today…

Have a very magGoty 4th!