“Twilight” has nada on this classic Mexican vampire film. Also this week: Comic books as silent film, and catching some winks on the subway.

As the college kids swim naked in a lake near the cabin, the mountain men descend on the party and gruesome deaths ensue. But let’s hear the other side of the story, shall we?

If someone wants to hold the door for me, fine, I’ll let them. Until the Zombie Apocalypse starts.

Dear M. Night and Nathaniel: I am writing to let you know I am banning myself from watching any more of your movies. You two colluded to emotionally blackmail me.

I didn’t catch this werewolf’s name because his name-tag was obscured by his matted fur, but you only had one half-man/half-wolf on duty at the time so I’m sure you’ll know who I’m talking about.

Halloween is really only a beginning. In winter, the nights are longer, darker and colder — and mysterious footprints appear in enchanting blankets of snow.