Mike Flanagan’s Netflix series, I mean, not Shirley Jackson’s 1959 novel*—though? I do kind of wonder if a whole generation will find a re-issue of The Haunting of Hill House, maybe even with a cover from this television series, and consider it this weird old-timey novelization that doesn’t have Theo being a sister, that puts […]
How about instead of an actual write-up for Shudder’s Video Palace podcast series—limited series, I guess—I’ll just do a cloud-gallery of associated stuff. Wish I could make it swirl:
Excellent graphic for this one: https://www.cpr.org/news/story/brains-rotting-flesh-and-infection-zombie-101-with-an-expert-cu-professor
If you like a good gory time with some ridiculous storytelling and nothing but laughs, you can’t do better than Gravy: If you like that, then Murder Party‘s a sure bet: And it goes without saying that Trick ‘r Treat is called for this time of year: And, for something less silly that comes in
For real horror, you need: an empty rocking chair, rocking a crackle-faced porcelain doll the close-up of an eyeball a spread-fingered hand on the other side of a window a tree swing, creaking back and forth and a cat flying out of every closet: doesn’t hurt to have a mysterious shape walking past a doorway,
Isn’t that mask just so expressive? It’s supposed to make Michael Myers faceless, but really it kind of gives him a soul. A dark, evil, tortured soul. Anyway, I think it’s going to be a touch before I get to actually talking about this latest version, BUT: if you haven’t seen it yet AND you
Man, was at the gym long about 11:15 yesterday, just having a good time reading a JS Breukelaar collection and sweating on various torture devices, when I got a call that maybe I could clean up and drive into my office on campus (like, MILES away) by noon, to talk to the newspeople for a
note:Â when I’m listing those 4 things early in, it should be flesh-eating, infectiousness, decay, and HEAD SHOTS. got myself confused by saying ‘infectiousness’ and ‘contagion’ both, oops. but, this is what happens when I write with my mouth, not my pen . . . for zombies in TEN minutes, I did this a longtimeback (and
Late late late. I feel like the white rabbit. My excuse? Wrapping a big project, putting all my words there. But, c’mon, dude, this isn’t even words, this is just pictures:
How’d I miss this the first time through Monk? I mean, MY Eddie Dial . . . I guess I wrote him into The Bird is Gone in 01, 02, and he hit the shelves 03-ish. This—from the fourth season first ep, I think (the one with Jason Alexander)—has to be 06 or so, by
I couldn’t have answered any of these either. Who knows football stuff, right? I like that they all avoided this category until they couldn’t, too:
Surely, if the world’s at all a fair and just place. Which? Mandy‘s already somehow not playing close enough for me to get to, so who knows. But, here’s three that I’m pretty much holding my breath for right now: I missing any? I bet I am. But I can only contain so much excitement, too.
Maybe this is my new goal: to someday have the scenes of my life turn into each other in this cool a way:
Was listening to a podcast interview . . . I think maybe it was Mick Garris’s? Maybe? Anyway, the guy being interviewed said that when he was a kid and knew a scary part of the movie was coming, he wouldn’t cover his eyes, he’d cover his ears. Makes a lot of sense, especially hearing
It was fun while it lasted, right? I remember being somewhere with Josh Viola, and he asked had I heard about this cool “MoviePass” service. I hadn’t, but twenty minutes later I had the app, and the card was en route. It was a nice few months. In California, staying at a hotel across from
Watching Jeepers Creepers last night, had to capture this (will embed the tweet so as to let Twitter host the file): I can watch these kinds of cerebral interchanges for hours and hours. I never can quite win them, though pic.twitter.com/dEFPvJsh1t — Stephen Graham Jones (@SGJ72) August 8, 2018
Seriously, this is one of the top best most amazing coolest wow slasher things I’ve seen. Can’t get enough:
Tom Paris, saying aloud the creed I live by, pretty much. And? This is my only persistent problem with intergalactic humans in stories: they always come out of warp at some Mos Eisley of a truckstop and just eat whatever’s being served. I can’t help but think that would be instant death. Not just of
Stumbled onto this Vamp poster on Twitter, which got me thinking of The Howling novel cover, and now I’m just wishing there were covers as good for any version of The Mummy. There’s wonderful amazing stuff in places like this or this or this, but, man, for me, it’s when the art and the title combine
Every year when I cobble together some best-of-the-year list from half-remembered this and that, I always end up remembering stuff from the last few months instead of the whole year, and feeling like that’s all unfair. So, in an effort to work around that, and trusting that I actually come back and LOOK at this in five months, but mostly because I’m just now thinking of it, here’s my favorites so far:
