Best of the Year So Far: the September post
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Freddy’s Not Dead
And, are these even kind of in order? Well, not sure about the video game, I guess. Either way, this was a lot of work. A lot of very worthwhile work. Thanks: I would look up the Jason-version—I seem to remember a pretty cool one, to the tune of . . . Drowning Pool, maybe?—but
Fright Night 85
For my money, Evil Ed in wolf-form, stabbed and fallen and crawling across the floor, is still one of the creepiest ever effects (at 50sec)
Just Plain Old Supercool
You know that old Who song “Squeeze Box” — Momma’s Got a Squeeze Box / Daddy Never Sleeps at Night? Pretty sure it would apply nearly* perfectly to me, if I had this contraption: * why ‘nearly’? I kind of halfway suspect there might be some sexual connoting going on in those lyrics, that I
My Generation’s Rosetta Stone
Which, really, reminds me of: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WgT9gy4zQA Which singing then reminds me of: But if I don’t stop now, at three, I’ll soon find this rabbit-hole to be bottomless.
A Lifetime of Cinema: a Favorite Film for Every Year I’ve Been Around
This idea looked like so much fun that I had to steal it, title and all, from Sean Munger (click here for a pic of him and me and some dude named William Nolan). Also? I’ll try not to steal all his, even though we share the same span of years, and probably had the same
Best of the Year so far: the February Post
Getting to a few of these kind of the year-after. But, man, they’re no less excellent for it: Â
Landis, Cronenberg, Carpenter, and Garris
This may turn out to be the absolute coolest thing I see all year. Not just these four in a single conversation, these four all talking WHEN they’re talking.
Best of 2016
Best movie’s a hard call, especially as I’ve yet to see The Eyes of My Mother or Nocturnal Animals or Moana or Kubo and the Two Strings. Also? I doubt I’ve seen just all that many of the award-contenders either. But I did luck into a few good theaters/iTunes rentals/Netflixes: Television of course is the
So, I’m Kind of Still and Always Head Over Heels for Scream
http://www.blumhouse.com/2016/11/22/a-letter-from-screams-maureen-prescott-to-her-daughter-sidney/
Trump
I’m going to start this out in a way I’ve never felt I had to start anything out online: this is just me, talking. Not for any of the schools I teach at, any organizations I’m in. Just me, on my personal site. Check the URL up there: it’s my name, one of my book
The Marky Lights
Waylon’s “Luchenbach, Texas” was, I’m pretty sure, the first song I ever learned all the words to. Or, most of the words. I never knew “marquee” until years and years later. Somewhere around high school, I’d guess, if not undergrad. When I was five, though, and then when I was ten, and fifteen, it was
I Want My MTV
oFirst, I audio’d this, which made it sometimes confusing. Being an oral history, which is to say, “block of pertinent quote” led into by attribution, all read here by and in the same voice, I kept having to tap back twenty seconds, to hear again WHO I was listening to. Maybe ten hours in, though,
Scream Queens and Mongrels
Wonder when, or if, I’ll ever stop seeing werewolf stuff everywhere? This is from the second episode of the second season of Scream Queens. Remember how Halloween night is the one night all the werewolves can run free, because no cop’s answering a call about “werewolves?” Mongrels isn’t the only story that knows that.