Her grass didn't stand a chance
because it was made from dust
and after Grandpa Joe died
that's just where she waited to return.
Her grass didn't stand a chance
because it was made from dust
and after Grandpa Joe died
that's just where she waited to return.
Hammer Horror’s Dracula (1958), a personal favourite incarnation, provides an apt example of the definitive image of the titular vampire, undeniably ingrained in any audience’s consciousness through a sort of cultural osmosis.
Welcome to October! We have a slightly bigger than usual issue for y'all this month as we wind down on our publishing year. I want to thank all the contributors for their patience; at this point it's about a year wait for some categories to get published, so they are deserving of a pat on the back.
Found footage exploded in the aughts, pulling in massive box office numbers with an incredible return on investment given how cheap they were to make. These movies spread throughout the decade, popular among independent filmmakers due to the relatively low budget requirements of the genre, and even propagated into the 2010s where the trend (mostly) died out by the end of the decade.
Q: What happens when you flush an alligator named Ramón down the toilet? A: Ramón will grow impossibly large and ruin a high society wedding. Everyone shows up for this horror thriller, especially Robert Forster who pulls off male pattern baldness like a champ and makes a simple black jacket feel iconic. Constraint and care were taken when showing the alligator itself, creating a believable creature that brings cold malice to a movie that could have been total schlock. Alligator has its fun but works well enough to earn its place in the upper echelon of “serious” animal attack films.
Secrets, guilt, and ghosts. Things start to go downhill when a recently institutionalized woman moves back into the home that she shared with her now-deceased husband. Her son starts acting like a creep, something’s up with the basement, and her new husband thinks she’s having another mental health crisis. Style kept me invested when substance was lacking, or scenes were dragging, or the son was annoying. Great final act and some really effective stuff involving the kid. There's a solid, simple and very memorable jump scare at the end that’ll please any horror fan. Daria Nicolodi goes all out in this one.
During the winter of 1918/’19, two pacifists—one a disillusioned officer during WWI, the other feigning mental illness to avoid service—wrote what would become a gorgeously macabre movie whose influence can still be appreciated today. You can feel the hands that crafted the sets and painted the shadows of this singular, sloping world—it’s a testament to human creativity. With all The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari has to offer (murder, intrigue, suspense, inventive visuals), my favorite scene is when Caligari feeds Cesare. There’s just something oddly sweet about getting a glimpse of the unfortunate duo’s mundane, daily tasks.
Freshly-out-of-prison Yakuza boss Gunji (Kôji Tsuruta) seeks to rebuild his organization in Okinawa, where some opportunity for growth still remains. Will the arrival of an old adversarial family complicate an already difficult situation? You know it will. Everyone’s talking about guts in this thing, and our protagonist has ’em to spare. His unflappable demeanor and cold confidence regardless of the circumstances is both exciting and anxiety inducing. The popping jazzy soundtrack and stylish direction by Kinji Fukasaku presents this dangerous criminal underworld in a hip little package. Loved Tomisaburô Wakayama as Yonabaru, the brutish one-armed gangster. Worth a watch for sure.
Comprised of a series of vignettes weaved together like a book of poetry, Killer of Sheep is anchored by both a place (Watts LA area) and a person (Stan, played by Henry G. Sanders). Stan’s crappy job at a slaughterhouse has killed his spirit. He’s kind, but exhausted and filled with a haunting ennui that threatens his marriage. Music permeates this slice-of-life masterpiece in sudden and surprising ways, lending magic to even the simplest moments (but the quiet ones are also soaked with meaning and beauty). Burnett’s first major work is gorgeous, sad, and raw, but not without hope.
i have never been a paradise.
a similar landscape, i'll admit.
but i’m an entirely different temperament.
In the corner of the lab near the vent, the clippings from his toenails were on the floor. Instead of cleaning up after himself he left them there, until some ants had gathered, taking away his toenails to their colony for food.
I also live with bipolar illness. It affects every aspect of my life, including my writing. I didn’t tell my daughter this until much later as I was not then in the habit of telling people. It was not until she was in grade 12 and I was hospitalized for a week due to a particularly deep depression, that I spoke to her about the disease. She knew, of course, that her mom had periods of feeling down, but we’d never experienced this extreme level of it before.
Because alone is too hard,
she scans her bookshelf
pretending to be someone
At the end of the day, no song, or book, or poem, will make covid understandable. We can never really ascribe meaning to tragedy that occurs without explanation and without reason.
I used to live in a house with 25 people
The house next door had 25 people
Sometimes I lived next door too
Am I the rookie for refusing to accept the antiquated version of all things, especially me? Or am I a fucking revolutionary? Questions that should be answered by someone who does not live out in Utah, or not by someone who moved to Salt Lake City because they always kinda liked that movie (SLC punk!).
Stephanie bit her lower lip, fearing that the day was already going astray, so much faster than even her worst fears. She reached for a plate of chocolate chip cookies, baked yesterday, and selected the largest one for herself, but upon biting into it, she discovered it was crumbling and bitter.
I wondered if my weight would pull me through the bed beneath me
the earth blanketing me
as I sank.
Darkness with the squinting fade of starlight.
I’m concerned by the power I give to Fox News even as I oppose it. The concern leads me to work and rework my writing. Is this for watchers of Fox News? Am I trying to persuade them against a bad habit? Should I attempt philosophical arguments about those beliefs? In some versions I try this, but the arguments fall flat.