Lock your doors. Bolt your windows. There's something in THE FOG!

When the fog rolls in... the terror begins!
It is night. It is cold. It is coming.
What you can't see won't hurt you....it'll kill you!


It’s generally accepted that master of suspense, John Carpenter’s best film is the first Halloween and while I won't disagree in my opinion he has never bettered The Fog, a really very well-directed, atmospheric ghost story, set in a California coastal town cursed by a hundred-year-old shipwreck and full of simple chills combined with effective moments of genuine ambience.

The Fog opens just before the centennial celebration of seaside town of Antonio Bay. The witching hour strikes. A group of children are huddled ‘round a glowing campfire. An old fisherman relates the tale of a shipwreck resulting from a campfire just like theirs and an eerie fog. Legend it would seem has it that when one hundred years have passed and the fog returns, ghostly sailors will rise and search for the campfire that caused their death... and it is now after midnight; one hundred years on!

Sure enough a glowing fog rolls in and in no time the small town is engulfed by the thick miasma, all hell breaks loose and a fishing vessel disappears in the iridescent mist. Later the fog returns, bringing with it an old ship and a secret discovered by priest Hal Holbrook in the pages of an old diary hidden in the walls of his church. Hitchhiker Jamie Lee Curtis and sailor Tom Atkins to try to figure out what’s going on but before long centennial organiser Janet Leigh and assistant Nancy Kyes join them, along with the priest in a fight for their lives in the isolated church against the ghosts that lurk in the fog. Meanwhile disc jockey Adrienne Barbeau fights her own desperate, lonely battle for survival against unearthly vengeance amidst the isolated splendour of her lighthouse radio outpost.

The Fog is a genuinely creepy film, best watched alone, late at night, in the middle of winter. It offers shocks, atmosphere in spades and plenty of good old-fashioned clammy chills.