7 Famous Horror Movies You Didn’t Know Got Hilarious Sequels

Hannibal soon finds himself enrolled in medical school, where he uses sodium pentathol to help himself remember which Nazis killed his sister. Although this is a little more in keeping with his established character than the samurai stuff, it sets up the last half of the movie to be a smarmy, Inglorious Basterds-esque revenge fantasy.

There was nothing particularly samurai-like about the portly European guy skulking around a jail cell in Silence Of The Lambs, so why include that? It all feels weird and unnecessary. Perhaps the explanation comes from the fact that Thomas Harris was bullied into writing the script by the movie's producer. So that's one way to never get asked to write a Hannibal story again. Heck, we're lucky his origin story wasn't something dumber. An alien, maybe. Or a Flintstone.

The Exorcist is a goddamned scary movie. It has floating beds, ghostly faces popping out of nowhere, and a character named "Captain Howdy" who is way more terrifying than he sounds. Before it was a movie, though, it was a book by author and game show winner William Peter Blatty. Blatty eventually returned to the same universe with the book Legion, which focused on the cop from the end of The Exorcist, Lt. Kinderman, chasing a Zodiac-like killer.

Blatty wasn't involved in the disastrous attempt at a film sequel, so everyone was really excited to get him involved with (and even to direct) the third film in the series, an adaptation of Legion. The only change the producers wanted was an exorcism shoehorned into the third act so they could still call it Exorcist III.

Blatty set to work, filling the movie with the one thing he felt was missing from the Exorcist franchise: baffling dream sequences featuring gratuitous celebrity cameos. Seriously, here's Lt. Kinderman after dreaming his way into some sort of afterlife which looks like a train station mixed with a hospital mixed with a Victoria's Secret commercial.

Then, out of nowhere, more shocking than any jump scare or torrent of chunky green vomit could ever be: fucking Fabio.

There doesn't seem to be any point to this -- it's just an angel with improbably luxurious hair loitering around. Kinderman then meets the Angel of Death, who is for some reason played by Patrick Ewing.

This is seriously distracting for a glimpse of the afterlife. Unless it's meant to imply Kinderman passed out while reading harlequin romances with Sportscenter on in the background, there's no reason for it being here. So that must be exactly what's going on.

It was also based on a book, and as you'd expect, there were sequels, and crazy ones at that. Take the third book in the series, Loop, for example. The protagonist in Loop is trying to figure out why a group of scientists (including his father) are all dying from a strange form of cancer after working on a virtual reality project called "The Loop." The Loop is an extensive VR computer program simulating the creation of life -- essentially an artificial universe set running and left to its own devices.

So how does all of this tie back into the ghost girl who kills you if you watch her videotape? It turns out that this new, mutant cancer evolved from the Ring virus, which was somehow communicated by the Ring video. Also, this has now mutated into cancer inside of the Loop.

Now hold on to something, because we're not quite done crawling up our own assholes yet. Because it seems like the events of The Ring took place inside this artificial universe, too. Which at least explains why something as crazy as a VHS cassette murdering people could happen at all -- anything's possible if reality was an electronic construct.

Also, in the Loop universe, the news story about the Ring tape was turned into a book. And sure, fine, this is starting to get tedious, but we're still not done. Because if a woman reads that book while ovulating, she becomes pregnant with a baby who grows up to be Sadako, the killer ghost girl from the original story.

The protagonist eventually realizes that he's a clone of one of the characters from The Ring, and that his DNA is the only thing that can be used to cure the cancer. So he has to be rebirthed into the virtual reality.

Worse, the book explains that anyone who reads a synopsis of this story on a list-based comedy website will become annoyed and move quickly on to the next entry ...

We've talked a lot about Jaws in the past, because it truly is one of the great American movies -- full of thrills, character depth, and a score that could have been written by a two-year-old encountering a piano for the first time. Most people know that before it was a movie, Jaws was a best-selling book by Peter Benchley with much the same story, except for some mobsters and the bit about Hooper boning Brody's wife.

Benchley wrote a whole host of ocean-themed books after this, including a little novel called White Shark with a familiar-sounding synopsis: a killer shark terrorizes a small fishing community. But there are a few subtle differences. For example, Jaws doesn't open with a Nazi doctor in World War II worried about how his buddy Josef Mengele was holding up.

Fifty years later, the doctor's mysterious experimental "white shark" shows up and starts attacking tourists. OK. So apart from the Nazi bit, this is basically Jaws again. Phew. But things take a sharp left turn when it's revealed that the killer shark is actually part-human, the result of a Nazi genetic experiment which turned a former Olympic athlete into a mutant shark-man.

Of course, we could sit here all day trying to picture exactly how insanely stupid that would look, but luckily we don't have to -- the book was made into a TV movie called Creature.

The book finds Rosemary waking from a 30-year coma, believing it a curse to punish her for trying to run away with her kid.

It turns out that her son, Andy (yes, the devil's spawn is named Andy) is now a celebrity, a messianic figure of goodwill. He knows that he was supposed to be the Antichrist, but actively works hard to not be evil and reject the family business. But for all his good intentions, Andy still inadvertently helps his dad bring about the apocalypse, and in the end, a singing, dancing, top-hat-wearing Satan shows up and drags Rosemary to Hell.

Here's where things go from merely bad to mind-boggling. Rosemary wakes up. It was all a dream! And not just the events of this book -- she wakes up with her husband back in the '60s, meaning that the story from the original book was also a dream.

Her husband -- who has never been a huge winner, dream world or not -- doesn't seem terribly concerned about this, not even the part where she was impregnated by the goddamned devil.

Yeah, that's what this is about, dude. Just a baby-crazy lady.

But enough about her dillhole husband. Taking the entire original book and just writing it off, chalking it all up to a dream is madness. That's more than crapping on your legacy. That's crapping on it from a great height, while crowds look on, crying and begging you to stop.

Not everyone knows that the series originated from television's arch-enemy: books. A book series which has gone in some nutty directions, in fact. For example, in the third book in the series, Dexter In The Dark, we learn some startling revelations about the "Dark Passenger" -- the name Dexter gives to whatever is driving him to kill. It isn't some kind of psychological abnormality, but "an independent agent inhabiting Dexter."

Moloch is an ancient Middle Eastern demon, if you're curious. He's been pulling this serial-killing ride-along business for a few millennia now, and he is what gives Dexter his powers. Killing is a power under this system, incidentally. Anyway, by the end of the book, Dexter has gotten rid of Moloch, battled a cult, and then watched his kid stab an old man in the back.

The TV show kind of steered away from all of this.

So although TV viewers were denied the pleasure of seeing a child murder an old man, this does at least illustrate how risky it can be to adapt an ongoing book series. You can imagine how nervous HBO still is at the prospect of George R.R. Martin pumping out a chapter that explains Jon Snow is a Nazi man-shark.

Alfred Hitchcock's classic slasher picture Psycho has generated a lot of spinoffs over the years -- there was a shot-for-shot remake, a series of film sequels, and a heartwarming TV pilot about what a friendly place the Bates Motel is. Forgotten amongst all of those already-forgettable things is the sequel to the original novel, the aptly named Psycho II.

The book starts off with an interesting twist: The killer from the original novel, Norman Bates, is killed almost immediately. After escaping a mental hospital dressed as a nun, in fact.

But Bates' physician, Dr. Claiborne, is convinced that the killer is still alive and heading for Hollywood, where a movie based on his life is about to be filmed. He travels there himself, and finds his suspicions sort of confirmed when he sees how much the director, a man named Vizzini, resembles Bates.

Dr. Claiborne's suspicions are raised even further by some on-set arson and a murder. And wow, this isn't insane at all. This sounds like an exciting book! And it would be, if the story didn't also regularly screech to a halt to get in some jabs at Hollywood society. For example, one chapter opens with a group of famous leading men at a gay orgy, having this unusual conversation:

Wow. That's ... extremely slanderous. And this has nothing -- nothing -- to do with the plot. We'll later find out these are in fact movie star lookalikes, which only barely makes this okay. But still, there's no reason for this scene, and many like it, to be here. Even the scenes which do belong in the plot are rather icky. Consider how Vizzini gets a boner which comes very close to driving him insane.

Vizzini then hatches a plan to rape the film's leading lady, at which point most readers would probably realize they were holding a physical book they could easily put down whenever they wanted. Anyone brave enough to continue would watch the police confirm that Norman Bates is 100-percent dead. So what the fuck's happening? This:

Yup, Dr. Claiborne was the killer! It turns out that after decades of studying him, Claiborne began to think he was Norman Bates, presumably because the author thought that multiple personality disorder is a communicable disease. A Nazi street shark would've been a better twist.

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