Month: December 2021

Here is an article that is actually worth your time to read in full, a thoughtful exploration of cannibalism as metaphor for unrestrained feminine lust and power. It mentions GINGER SNAPS and RAW, two fantastic genre films that also serve as powerful allegories. I enjoyed those films immensely, but watching them as a heterosexual male,…

How appropriate that this article, “From Stephen King to Guillermo del Toro: Tracking the Evolution of the Wendigo in Horror”, chronicling as it does the celluloid exploits of the Wendigo in various incarnations, would debut this week. As it just so happens, the original production of my original stage play WENDIGO: A CHRISTMAS GHOST STORY,…

The voice inside him screams. Even louder than the woman. Louder even than the snarls of the Zanyo Gazi’i. It shrieks. NO! Yes! says the voice of the other. Kill! Take! Eat! He pulls away. “Please!” the female, the woman, sobs. He runs. From the woman, from the stench of chemicals and sweat. It is…

The man with the skin of a Warumbi has just enough time to look up. He opens his mouth, but his scream is stillborn in his lungs. The man falls beneath the predator. Jaws bite down. Fangs pierce flesh, shatter bone. He, the predator, the Zanyo Gazi’i, tastes blood, and the tangy sweetness of brain…

The cabbage and the lettuce look the same, as we learned on THE ELECTRIC COMPANY. I think it was THE ELECTRIC COMPANY. It might have been SESAME STREET or one of the other shows I watched on PBS when I was a little boy. The song, complete with tune, popped into my head when I…

The headline of this semi-clickbaity article reads “11 Celebrities Who Did Horrible Things And Everyone Just… Forgot About It”. Several of the examples provided are spot-on, I think, others not so much. I mean, Rick James had that song written about his crimes, right? “Rick James was the Original Super Freak”. That was about him,…

It is night again, and he has left the confines of his den. Restless. He needs to move. Always at night. In the shadows, in the darkness, he wanders. Sees the things that are there to see, breathing in the scents of this place, this city, memorizing them. Even as his instincts take in all…

As I sit typing these words, it’s the morning of December 6th, the feast day of Saint Nicholas—and the morning after Krampusnacht. I celebrated the occasion by watching Michael Dougherty’s KRAMPUS once again. Just as I used to conclude every Halloween night by popping John Carpenter’s and Debra Hill’s seminal HALLOWEEN into the trusty ol’…

They’re releasing a new 4K disc with a ton of special features. Check ‘em out: Brand new 4K restoration by Arrow Films from the original camera negative 4K (2160p) UHD Blu-rayTM presentation in Dolby Vision (HDR10 compatible) Original uncompressed 1.0 mono and optional 5.1 DTS-HD Master Audio Optional English subtitles for the deaf and hard…

He watches them from his place in the deeper shadows. They do not see him, crouching there. They do not smell him, though the breeze carries his scent in their direction. What feeble senses these Humans have, he thinks. How is it they cannot sense his presence at such close proximity? Blind and stupid, he…