Another Del Rio review
up at HorrorNews, here. love their banner:
Greogry Frye asks me many questions, and I answer and answer and answer, and mostly even don’t make so much stuff up. click here. also, in case you missed the It Came from Del Rio review: here.
My review’s up over at, you guessed it, The Cult. And it’s not really a review, either. Jumping off point? Also, I need a cool header like this, below; I’d silkscreen it on a t-shirt, wear it around. You maybe think I’m lying here, too.
up now at 3AM Magazine. Review by Gregory Frye, interview soon to be up as well. click here.
If only I had a cooler voice, but still, the story’s excellent: Paul Tremblay’s “We Will Never Live in the Castle,” as read by yours sometimes truly. From his new In the Mean Time collection, which I much recommend.
Richard Thomas does a close read / excellent write up of It Came from Del Rio, over at The Nervous Breakdown.
SAW 3D status-sized review: best installment in the series in a while, now. Story’s tangled, sure, but not AS tangled. 3D’s fun, but not MY BLOODY VALENTINE fun. Gore’s over the top, Rube Goldberg’s working overtime from the grave, Jigsaw’s forever, but, all that aside, I’m finally getting a sense of this franchise: it’s caper
So, I saw that Paul Tremblay and Jesse Bullington threw down the seventy-four movie gloves, so I made up a list last Wednesday, then promptly blasted off for Minnesota without posting it, only just now remembered, thanks to Travis Hedge Coke’s list of ten. Also, I really wanted to read their lists, but really didn’t
(Fun and Gore, really) Horror movies, for all their excess and transgression, are every bit as rulebound as the romantic comedy. Maybe even moreso. This Night of the Demons remake is no exception. There’s the big rules that have to be followed, like punishing the stupid: those who think having a Halloween party at the
supersweet. held this first and onliest copy in my hands today. soon there will be more. click the images for full-sized.
[ click the thumbnail to see the full image ] Author-type photos: snaps. though these are all ancient, from sites and sites ago. fresher stuff’s likely on facebook.
man, I’ve had people do illustrations for my stuff before, and had people send me CDs of music they’ve made based on my stuff (which rocked), but never audio, like, augmentation like this. also, win a DEMON THEORY.
Full jacket here tomorrow, hopefully. And, yes, in case you’re wondering, this may, in the complete and total history of book covers, be the coolest. just saying. [ click it for the full size ]
Last summer — months after everybody else then as well — I finally hit LET THE RIGHT ONE IN, and was so completely impressed. To say it better: I was so impressed that the movie adaptation seemed pale to me, incomplete, boring. Which isn’t at all to say it wasn’t a wonderful film (I dig
[ no ISBN yet, Steve, so no purchase point, no cover you can release, what am I supposed to do here, loser? ] –> you can post a thumb of the author photo, yeah? [ yeah, whatever. I’m sure that’s exactly what everybody wants ] –> and, and I’ll kind of do a write-up that’s
review up here. and, that big, hammer-axe zombie: coolest ever. want to know its whole story. want a movie about it, really.
I remember, I remember I remember The night Grindhouse opened, I somehow lucked into sitting there at the Alamo Drafthouse, where the cups were special that night, matched the movie somehow, and the trailers, man: Hobo With a Shotgun, Thanksgiving, and Machete. Danny Trejo not just in a bad-ass role, but inhabiting that character. Explosions
In a movie, no matter the genre, you will always become that which you were just pretending to be. So, this charlatan exorcist in The Last Exorcism, exposing exorcisms as fraudulent for a documentary crew, what do you think? In a horror movie, will he finally have to become a real exorcist, or might he
Every once in a while, something especially cool happens. Like this — two-book deal with Dzanc, for Flushboy (2013) and Not for Nothing (2014). Which, a quick sort-of breakdown: –Flushboy‘s what I wrote when my wife said I never write any love stories. It’s this kid, pretty much indentured into working the drive-through window at
Most directors can do one thing just really, really well. David Lynch, say, he can follow a telephone cord up and up such that you get all caught up in the languorous spiral, and that becomes not just the whole room, but the whole story. Wes Craven, he can rig a chase through a tight