Posts tagged: movies
There’s a really great gallery of spooky art at Comics Alliance. Click through for more.
As long as I’m doing fan service, I might as well take care of Jess, too.
SF/F Editor Keith writes about Planet of Vampires and Mario Bava’s mix of horror and science fiction:
Although Planet of the Vampires is as much horror as it is science fiction (just as Haunted World was equal parts mythology and horror), he weaves the two genres together seamlessly to create a film that contains the wonder of science fiction with the creeping paranoia of horror.
Screen Editor Alex looks at flaws, failures, Raising Arizona and Run Fatboy Run:
I feel like there’s a lesson in a thousand quirky movies that I, in my struggles to do my absolute best at all times, never quite seem to learn: our limitations don’t make us less lovable. They may drive us crazy and make us more irritating, but being flawed is something we all share. We’re all good at this and suck at that. It’s one of the roots of compassion.
It’s also why I’m fond of movies like Raising Arizona or Run Fatboy Run.
Bobcat Goldthwait explains cellphone etiquette to the audience at a Midnight Madness Programme screening of Oculus at the Toronto International Film Festival.
Screen Editor alex considers Dolly Parton and Elvis Presley.
"Dolly Parton and Elvis Presley. Two cultural icons born a decade apart, both grew up poor in Tennessee and became musical legends. They also both have major tourist attractions dedicated to them – Dollywood and Graceland – but the big difference there is that one of them is still alive and owns part of it. Well, that and the roller coasters. I’m intrigued by the difference between an attraction dedicated to a living person vs a dead one, although I suppose that only applies if you don’t believe any of the Elvis sightings."
My heart belongs to Fulci and Bava.
(repurposed for Bava’s birthday!)
Screen Editor alex watches The Eyes of Tammy Faye (2000):
As someone who spent most of my teens and twenties struggling with depression, it took me a long time to arrive at the realization that I am an optimist. It was a fact that was obscured by my overall misery, as well as an aesthetic that involved a lot of skulls, listening to melancholy music, and reading sad books to make myself cry. My mother asked me to play guitar and sing at a few of her dinner parties, but after a round or two she looked at me hopefully and asked whether I didn’t have anything less bleak in my repertoire. (In case you’re wondering, the answer was no.) I didn’t feel like someone who believed that everything would work out until proven otherwise, but looking back I can see that being optimistic was one of the things that saved my life.
image via Ghosttowns.