“BIGFOOT CRANK STOMP” (Book Review)
I believe that there are two types of people in the world. Only two. And certain key questions are designed by God to reveal who is which, so that we might know each other.
Read more »I believe that there are two types of people in the world. Only two. And certain key questions are designed by God to reveal who is which, so that we might know each other.
Read more »If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery – and it is – then mockery is the sincerest form of saying fuck you.
These are flip sides of the same coin. That coin is known as caring.
Read more »If you’re like me, you’ve probably been thinking “What the world needs right now is a book that’s like the literary equivalent of THE TEX-MEX CHAINSAW MASSACRE, with a creepy-ass Mexican cannibal family helping account for all those poor illegal immigrants who disappear trying to cross the border, and featuring a deranged maniac in a Luchador mask named El Gigante who likes to wrestle his prey to the mat in a grisly entertainment ritual of thrill-packed culinary prep.”
Read more »SHOCK TOTEM is a genuine oddity in the horror/dark fiction field. Not quite a magazine, not quite an anthology series, but quite a bit of both, it’s published semi-regularly in gorgeously-designed trade paperback (and ebook) form. Which is to say, they don’t publish on a tight schedule. They only publish once they think it’s good enough to legitimately share.
Read more »Lemme ask you this. What’s the greatest horror novel ever written? How ’bout the greatest horror film ever filmed?
You may already have an answer handy, with bullet-pointed irrefutable proof at every step. Or you may be one of the many who love so many it’s impossible to choose. Perhaps you’re even one of those who’s hoping that someone will point you to the Holy Grail, so we can end this discussion once and for all.
Read more »And so it goes with Michael Friday, the none-too-humble narrator of Barbie Wilde’s alarming first novel, The Venus Complex. The guy’s a total dick, and we’re stuck in his head. But the deeper we go, the more gripping it gets.
Read more »I’m gonna venture a little prediction here:Adam Cesare is a Fango superstar in the making. Of all the new writers busting out on the scene — and there are some great ones, without a doubt — Cesare’s the young guy with the greatest encyclopedic gorehound know-how, blistering cinematic pace, unquenchable love of both fiction and film, and hell-bent will to entertain.
Well, the Oscars came and went once again: mainstream Hollywood’s annual jillion-dollar celebration of itself. Like the Super Bowl and the Presidential election, it’s something we’re all supposed to care about deeply.
As to we whether we do or not, that’s a purely personal thing.
I’m always torn, when it comes to awards. And the Oscars are top of the line for that. I love movies almost more than life itself, but my favorites are rarely in the running (I’m lookin’ at YOU, LOOPER and THE CABIN IN THE WOODS). And when they are, they rarely win (BEASTS OF THE SOUTHERN WILD was my actual 2012 fave, and I’m thrilled it was up there, but it didn’t stand a chance).
So I had the festivities playing downstairs, in the kitchen, and found myself wandering in and out towards the end, while feeding the dogs and waiting for THE WALKING DEAD.
But I gotta tell ya: I’m really glad I was there when Quentin Fucking Tarantino picked up Best Original Screenplay.
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