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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15029054484146348678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536831748074167741.post-67421345038422380392017-10-01T08:09:00.001-07:002017-10-01T08:10:12.433-07:00Horror Comics- October Edition!!Hi Everyone!! October is finally here!! TCM is playing <i><b>Dracula</b></i> films all night, and I'm heading to San Francisco to drink Bloody Mary's all day!! It is truly the most wonderful time of the year!!!<br />
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The October 1st edition of Horror Comics is brought to you by <i>Sally Forth. Sally Forth</i> and horror go together like peanut butter and pickles.<br />
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Actually, <i>Sally Forth </i>can sometimes be the equivalent of a "very special episode" of an 80's sitcom. Most of the time it sucks but it can get very, very dark. Plus, I always think Sally and her husband are on the verge of getting divorced. She is obviously going through a mid-life crisis, what with dying her hair purple and looking for a new job, while he thinks an appropriate place to take the family on their first vacation in years is a Godzilla theme park. I actually kind of love him.<br />
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Artist Basil Gogos passed away yesterday. Famous for his illustrations for <i>Famous Monsters of Filmland </i>Gogos was 78. His illustrations, especially of the Universal Monsters, are legendary. Cool fact: he came out of retirement to create the CD covers for such musicians as Rob Zombie and The Misfits. Thank you for the scares Basil..</div>
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Hi team! I'm back. You may be wondering where I have been for the past 2 years. Well, I've been reading <i>The Goldfinch </i>by Donna Tartt. This has occupied all of my time. I am up to chapter 5!</div>
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What amazing event could persuade me to write again? The <i>Famous Monsters of Filmland </i>private screening of <i>It </i>which I attended last night. A little backstory for you...<br />
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We recently moved back to Santa Rosa, California. As much as I miss all the Tech Bro's and entitled Yoga Mommies of Palo Alto I am really happy to be back here. Since my absence Sonoma County has become home to the revamped <i>Famous Monsters of Filmland </i>magazine. And they do all sorts of amazing events here, including this private screening! Not only a private screening, but a private screening with prizes!!! I won tickets to the <i>Famous Monsters Halloween Convention </i>in San Jose! The question I answered you ask? "What actor was originally cast as Pennywise in the remake?" Of course I knew it was Will Poulter. I knew it because I drink and I know (useless) things.<br />
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I took my very wonderful, up for anything husband Jonathan. He seemed to enjoy the experience enough and will probably be featured on the <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/TheOfficialFMoF" target="_blank">Famous Monsters</a> </i>TV show because when asked for an interview he did not run screaming like I did.</div>
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Another cool thing: I met the publisher of <i>Famous Monsters, </i> Phil Kim. I have begun my stalking strategy by asking to connect with him on LinkedIn. Which in the history of stalking is the lamest thing ever.<br />
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So, I mean, who doesn't love <i>Famous Monsters</i>?? How could I not restart my blog living here? There are a lot of other cool things about Santa Rosa and Sonoma County on the horror front which I will explore at a later time. (Don't hold your breath.)<br />
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Obviously I love Stephen King. I love <i>It. </i>Pretty sure I read it as a freshman in high school. The book was only slightly more terrifying than my high school experience. I also loved the 1990 miniseries, despite my strong aversion to Richard Thomas (sorry Mr. Thomas).<br />
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I knew I would love this remake as soon as I saw the trailer. The trailer gave my goosebumps! Like, serious goosebumps! The cast looked on point, and Swedish hot number Bill Skarsgard looked horrifying as Pennywise. <br />
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And love the film I did. The kids are perfect, especially <i>Stranger Things </i>alumni Finn Wolfhard as Richie and Sophia Lillis as Beverley. Some of the imagery is really horrifying, especially the scenes involving a painting come to life...<br />
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I loved the film so much I am going to see it again tomorrow to catch all of the cool shit I missed. I especially love a scene set in the library that reminded me of the amazing film <i>It Follows. </i>AND I just made that connection right now. <br />
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Thank you <i>Famous Monsters. </i>I am so jazzed to be living in Sonoma County again and can't wait for another event. Stay tuned to this space for more exciting content such as....<br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15029054484146348678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536831748074167741.post-7118123971107616982017-09-08T18:32:00.002-07:002017-09-08T18:32:40.766-07:00Can you feel it???? I'm going to write something.<br />
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There is not much more I can add to the heartfelt tributes coming out today about Horror Maestro Wes Craven. He was universally loved in the horror community and his impact on the genre is without question. By all accounts he was a really nice, cool guy who loved what he did. That sounds like a pretty good run of it to me.</div>
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It broke my heart to heart to hear the news. Wes Craven's films had a dramatic impact on my horror loving soul. I remember when <i>A Nightmare on Elm Street </i>came out. First thing I remember is seeing that terrifying poster. I was repulsed and attracted at the same time. I was 10 and still slept with the lights on. Everything scared me: Ghosts, Frankenstein's monster, Vampires, Zombies....I knew these things were not real but that didn't stop them from haunting me every night. When I finally saw <i>Nightmare </i>I met the new monster who would haunt my dreams. For months I wouldn't fall asleep without the TV on. The channel couldn't be on MTV: that was the channel Depp was watching when he was sucked into the bed. Despite the trauma I watched this film again and again. To this day it is one of my favorites and although I don't have to sleep with the light on any longer, Freddy still occasionally pops up in my dreams, along with the rest of my friends.</div>
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Let me just pause this riveting recap for a minute to celebrate this amazing art work created for the film by artists on loan from Disney. This backdrop is the cemetery, where Morbius has buried his fallen colleagues. These beautiful, eerie dreamscapes really set the tone for the film, and are so fully realized that even though you know they are matte paintings, you fully accept them as the world of Altair IV. Some day when I am very rich from writing once a year blog posts about horror films, I will have this painted as a mural in my living room. As Liz Lemon would say "I want to go there."</div>
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Back to recap. If you are familiar with Willie Shake's <em>The Tempest </em>you already know <em>Forbidden Planet. </em>Let's just say things get strange. Strange but never cheesy. This film is not only beautiful to look at, but also really good. There is a nice sense of dread, a little carnage, and a twist I really didn't see coming because I was totally unfamiliar with <em>The Tempest. </em>Add a killer all electronic score (the first) by Louis and Bebe Barron plus the truly innovative Robby the Robot and you have a classic that really is a classic. </div>
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It takes a special film to make me stop being a lazy bitch and write a post. I have about 5 posts planned, going back 6 months, but do you think I could write them? No. I would rather catch up on <i>30 Rock</i>. I must have one of the longest recorded cases of writer's block on record. Honestly the only reason I am writing this is that I am too nervous to watch the Warriors game. Game 2, second round playoffs. As a long time Warrior fan I cannot help but feel a sense of doom. I have faith, but I also know that the ball could literally drop <span style="text-align: center;">at any fucking moment. Nothing is assured (except that Curry is an absolute </span><span style="text-align: center;">fucking monster.) Much like this film, I don't know what is going to happen next, and that is why it is so damn fantastic. </span><br />
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I have been looking for a version available online of this for years! It is really so well done--. Check out The Simpson's <em>The Raven </em>as well as 3 other animated Poe tales here:<br />
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It's getting me in the Halloween mood. (Yes, I know Halloween is months away.)<br />
Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15029054484146348678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536831748074167741.post-76216469231530286322015-04-05T10:47:00.002-07:002015-04-05T10:52:08.649-07:00Horror Comics: Bizarro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday while walking along the streets of Palo Alto I actually uttered the words "Oh no a Nerd Herd." See, a group of 8 Nerds were headed up the sidewalk directly facing me. A Nerd Herd is no small inconvenience. Nerd Herds do not move out of your way. You have three options: be crushed against the wall, thrown into the street, or plow right through them. The third option is the worst because it involves some very awkward interactions including but not limited to: total Nerd paralysis, unnecessary coughing or choking, an unhealthy sense of entitlement (on the Nerds part), and the feeling that at least one of them got a boner (on your part). I chose to deal with this situation by diving into the bushes and waiting for them to pass. It was traumatic. I had to rush home and deal with it the only way I knew how: by watching a Joan Crawford movie.<br />
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I can't believe I have never talked about this film before on my blog because it is one of my favorites! I saw it first when I was a kid, shortly after seeing and reading <em><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mommie_Dearest" target="_blank">Mommie Dearest</a> </em>( a book I would re-read about 50 times. It is one of my favorites). See, <em>Strait-Jacket </em>was the first Joan Crawford film I had ever seen, and it fit in perfectly with the narrative presented by Christina Crawford in <em>Mommie Dearest. </em>I mean, Crawford didn't kill anyone with an axe as far as I know, but she certainly screwed up her daughter just like she does in this film.<br />
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<em>Strait-Jacket </em>is a "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psycho-biddy" target="_blank">Psycho-biddy</a>" or "Grande Dame Guignol" film, two terms I just learned. William Castle didn't invent this genre, but he made the best film in it <em>(What Ever Happened to Baby Jane</em> is too classy). Written by Robert Bloch (yes, that Robert Bloch), <em>Strait-Jacket </em>tells the story of Lucy Harbin, a wealthy woman who catches her much younger husband (played by Lee Majors!) in bed with another woman. She does what any woman who is Joan Crawford would do, and murders the shit out of both of them with an axe!! Her young daughter, Carol, witnessed the whole mess. Lucy is sent away to a psychiatric hospital for 20 years. Pretty light sentence if you ask me. Of course, it was just Lee Majors.<br />
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When she is released she returns to her family farm to live with her Brother and his Wife. Carol, now a young woman, also lives there, and seems eager to accept her Mother back into her life. She encourages Lucy to get a make-over, so that she looks just as she did 20 years ago. These leads to some great stuff with a wig and Crawford looking like a "Real Housewife".<br />
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By the way Carol is played by Diane Baker who had small role in <em>Silence of the Lambs. </em>I love this actress because she super WASP-y and she starred in late night commercials in the Bay Area for her Acting School. Lucy begins to think she is going crazy. She sees severed heads in her bed, hears children singing songs about her, and really thinks it is appropriate to hit on her Daughter's boyfriend. I am sure every single one of these things also happened to Joan Crawford. That is why her performance is so amazing!<br />
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Spoiler Alert: Long story short this is a "Gaslight" type situation. People start being killed left and right, always with an axe. Is Lucy guilty? Of course not! Once you kill two people with an axe you really get that shit out of your system. But who is trying to set Lucy up? That I will let you find out!! (Its Carol.)<br />
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<em>Strait-Jacket </em>is really an early proto-type of the slasher film. The elements are all there- stupid back story, gore, bad special effects, jump scares, wasps, Joan Crawford. It is also hysterical, which you would expect from a William Castle film. Take a look at the end credit above! I think I connected with this film as a child for many reasons. First, I love charm bracelets (see the film.) Second, I hope if I ever have to kill someone with an axe I hope I can do it in a totally blood free way like Crawford does (again, see the film.) Finally, I really connect with Lucy. I mean, not the killing part, despite the previous sentence, but with her total disdain for meeting new people and going to parties. Lucy is a complete introvert. I feel her pain when she is left to make "conversation" with Carol's boyfriend's parents. When I am made to make conversation with people I don't know is also usually ends with me breaking things and running down the highway and then returning to kill them with an axe. (Um, scratch that last part. That rarely happens.)<br />
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Young and old Joan. Whenever I hang something on a wire hanger I always think of her. And when I have to clean my bathroom I always destroy a can of Clorox in her honor. I don't know if all that stuff Christina Crawford said in her book is true. Many say it is, many, including Joan's other children, say it is a lie. Only Joan and Christina know for sure. The fact is, Joan was an amazing actress, who never gave up, even when it was clear to all that her career was over. I am sure she didn't love being in camp like this, but it is because of these films that we love her. Thanks for embracing horror Joan. We are all the better for it.<br />
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Perhaps knowing of my shitty memory, Shoshanah asked me to write to her about only one thing: our trip to the Louvre. Specifically, she wanted me to write about Theodore Gericault's<em> Raft of the Medusa. </em>At the time of this trip, I had just begun to study Art History, due largely in part to my love of this painting. <em>Raft of the Medusa </em>has everything: death, duel triangular compositions, cannibalism, and Aunt fucking. I must of really impressed Shoshanah and her weird little friend that traveled with us with my passion for this painting. Now, in revisiting this painting, I didn't want to write an essay and do research and blah, blah, blah. I am only going to write about what I remember about this painting, and why I loved it. Hope this is what she is looking for..</div>
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Theodore Gericault (henceforth known as Theo G) was a young French Romantic Painter. As a Romantic, he rejected the Neoclassical school of David, which concentrated on historical settings and very rigid compositions (all of this from memory y'all!). Theo G wanted to paint about NOW man. So he choose one of the most controversial events of the time: the Shipwreck of the frigate Meduse and the 147 souls that were set adrift on a makeshift raft while the Captain and crew sailed away on the lifeboats. The raft was adrift for 13 days and all but 15 perished. Many drown, some were killed, a lot were eaten. A really horrible time was had by all.</div>
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The painting was a big success..... in London. The French were pretty horrified, not so much by the subject matter but by the departure from the Neoclassical. What makes this not Neoclassical? Well, for one, contemporary subject matter, and two: its dynamic composition. This painting is full of motion: your eye is swept along by the composition. These figures are not statues, but dynamic living (mostly dying) beings. Gericault depicts the moment the survivors first see the rescue ship. Most, like our friend above, had given up. All the horror and destruction of the event are on full display. Perhaps it hit too close to home for the French. Perhaps, it didn't hit close to home enough due to the fact that is was displayed very high up on the wall and viewers couldn't see the full impact, a mistake that was corrected when it was exhibited in London. </div>
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What else can I say about this painting? Gericault studied the dead and the insane for inspiration. He did a full scale model of the raft in his studio. He was fucking his Aunt and had a child with her and when he had to break it off (because of the whole incest thing) he decided to get over it by painting this depressing thing. That last tidbit I didn't know about during our trip to Paris Shoshanah, but I thought you would like to know it.</div>
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This painting is powerful and horrible and fucking huge. When you see it in person it is overwhelming. Most people don't know the story behind it. I was glad I could share it with Shoshanah and her weird friend. Now, go read some good writing: check out <em>Exhaust(ed) </em>by Shoshanah Lee Marohn. Click <em>Order Me </em>below!</div>
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It has been much to long for the words "Ethan Hawke" to be the first thing you read on this blog. Sorry about that. I actually haven't watched a horror film in a while, what with the <em>Simpsons</em> marathon and my new obsession with<em> Doctor Who</em>. However I have managed to read not one, but two books (and listen to a third which I will mention because it sort of relates to the two I read) and I shall now grace you with my review (what am I a fucking critic? Here are some not very well thought out observations, typed while getting drunk on a margarita. Enjoy).</div>
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I've been flung down the Shirley Jackson rabbit hole, which, if you are a horror fan, is not a bad place to be. It started with an impulse purchase of <em>Shirley: a novel </em>by Susan Scarf Merrell. An interesting blend of fact and fiction, <em>Shirley </em>tells the story of a young woman, Rose, who, with her husband Fred, moves in to the Jackson/Hyman household in 1964 (didn't really happen). Rose, who is all of 19 and pregnant, is naive, ambitious, and seriously lacking a Mother figure. Her husband, is Stanley Hyman's teaching assistant (Jackson's husband). While the men navigate the halls of academia, Shirley and Rose circle around each other. Rose becomes obsessed with Shirley, to the point of hating Shirley's four children, because they pose a "threat". She becomes to believe that she could be a writer like Shirley, despite having no discernible talent. She is a lost little girl who dangerously latches herself to another, much like anti-heroine Eleanor in <em>The Haunting of Hill House. </em>As with Eleanor, everyone can see how childish and needy Rose is, except herself. Rose becomes fixated on the plight of one Paula Weldon, a local college student who had gone missing (really happened). She starts to suspect Shirley had something to do with it. Shirley Jackson in real life was somewhat obsessed with this case, writing about it twice (<em>Hangsaman </em>and <em>The Missing Girl</em>). <br />
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And this is what is so lovely about this novel. I felt I actually learned something about Shirley Jackson, although this is a fictionalized account of her life. Merrell's research is immaculate, and she pays homage to Jackson with the very structure of the novel. It is a tribute, even though it does not paint the best picture of Jackson. I don't think she would mind.<br />
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So after reading <em>Shirley </em>I had to read something by Jackson, so I picked <em>We have always lived in the Castle, </em>otherwise know as the book that has been on my Amazon wish list for 5 years.<br />
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God I love this first edition cover! That is Jonas the cat, and I swear to God my next cat will be named Jonas. I apologize for the following names for not being chosen: Cthulhu, Frankenstein, Satan, James Franco, Dracula, Eraserhead, and Ash. Better luck next time.<br />
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So I am embarrassed I have not read this till now, so for penance I will re-read <em>The Lottery </em>until I am sure I can tell it word for word by a camp fire. This novel has everything:<br />
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<li>Cats</li>
<li>Sociopaths</li>
<li>Asshole Villagers</li>
<li>Family killing</li>
<li>arsenic</li>
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<li>a non-homicidal family member from out of town named Charlie (shout out to homicidal Uncle Charlie from out of town ala <em>Shadow of a Doubt</em>)</li>
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<li>an even more oddball adult woman</li>
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<li>rioting villagers</li>
<li>contrite villagers</li>
<li>table cloths worn as clothes</li>
<li>coffee</li>
<li>cookies</li>
<li>preserves</li>
<li>implied incest (Charlie and Constance)</li>
<li>sympathetic magic</li>
<li>woods</li>
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Wow, I could go on and on, but the tequila is really starting to kick in now. Let's just say I couldn't put this shit down! The narrator, Mary Katherine Blackwood, also known as "Merricat", is a sociopath, but you got to love her. Yes, spoiler alert, she killed her family, but she is really trying to be good to her remaining sister Constance and her invalid Uncle Julian (who she tried to kill.) I recently listened to the audiobook of <em>The Sociopath Next Door</em> by Martha Stout, and our dear Merricat fits the description to a T-except for the fact that she is kind of likable. No, you don't find out she killed the whole family until the end, but you kind of suspect it the whole time. Yet, she loves her sister and her cat, and what more could you ask for in a totally fucking crazy person. Plus, she wants to kill everyone in the village, and they all deserve it (see above list # 3). <br />
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<em>We have always lived in the Castle </em>was Jackson's last completed novel. She died three years after finishing it. Much of it reminds me of the fictional <em>Shirley, </em>especially the sociopathic teenager and the asshole villagers. I love how things tie together. Let me finish with some choice passages from <em>Castle, </em>in case you are not inclined to read it thanks to my drunken ramblings. Enjoy!<br />
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<em>“And we held each other in the dark hall and laughed, with the tears running down our cheeks and echoes of our laughter going up the ruined stairway to the sky.<br />'I am so happy,' Constance said at last, gasping. 'Merricat, I am so happy.'<br />'I told you that you would like it on the moon.”</em> </div>
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I really have nothing against Hawke per se. I like <em>Gattaca </em>and the <em>Before </em>films. Don't even fucking bring up <em>Reality Bites </em>though. I was of that generation and even I was offended. Fuck, <em>Singles </em>was a better reflection of my generation than that piece of shit. And yes, she picked the wrong guy. There, I said it. Winona picked the wrong guy. Hawke was going to turn out to be some shitty True Crime writer or "Home Security Expert" like he is in <em>The Purge. </em>Hope you are happy now Winona.</div>
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<em>The Purge </em>is a "great idea, horrible execution" film. So it's the future, and they have reduced overall crime down to 1% by having one night a year be a "Purge" night, meaning all crime is legal. Hawke plays a guy who has made a fortune selling Purge home security systems to other rich assholes. He is married to the insanely hot Lena Headey, and I can only assume she married him for the money. <br />
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Hawke and Headey have some messed up kids, as you would assume, and they cause all sorts of problems on Purge night. Basically the bad guys, who happen to also be rich assholes, break into their fortress home and try to "purge" themselves on the family. Yes, you end up rooting for everyone to die.<br />
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It's a home invasion flick, but not a very good one. I basically couldn't care less who lived or died. I was hoping a group of pissed off homeless people would purge the shit out of all of them, but that doesn't happen. ****Spoiler Alert****<br />
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The only good thing is that the Hawke character dies, much like he does in <em>Sinister. </em>Now if he dies in <em>Boyhood </em>we will be 3 for 3, but I kind of doubt it. I mean, maybe he dies of Cancer or something. I haven't seen it yet. He probably dies of Cancer. Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15029054484146348678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536831748074167741.post-64678192139705785272014-07-27T19:31:00.000-07:002014-07-27T19:31:21.470-07:00Sinister<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Usually the only thing that keeps me up at night are thoughts of work and the general horribleness of work and how much I hate my work. This is pretty much a nightly "keep me up" occurrence. Not that I am complaining. So happy to be gainfully employed. So happy to be helping rich people fulfill their need for more shit. It's really fulfilling.<br />
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So, I get pretty excited when it is something other than work that keeps me up. I'm talking horror people!!! The last film that kept me up all night was <em>The Ring. </em>God, that was many, many years ago. But I didn't sleep a wink. And I don't even think that <em>The Ring </em>is an especially great horror film. It makes no fucking sense. It stars Naomi Watts and some other Australian. It "insists" upon itself.<br />
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So I was visiting my parents and popped into their local video store and found <em>Sinister </em>on sale for $3.00. I had heard this was a decent film when it came out, but because I am locked into some kind of "it better be an epic fucking movie for me to pay to see it" spiral I passed. I couldn't spend $15.00 on <em>Sinister </em>but I sure as hell could spend $3.00. <br />
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<em>Sinister </em>was directed by Scott Derrickson. Derrickson directed <em>The Exorcism of Emily Rose, </em>which was the little movie that could. Then, as the story usually goes, he got offered a chance at the big leagues. <em>The Day the Earth Stood Still </em>was his next film. Yes, that one you never saw with Keanu Reeves. I only mention this because after that shitty experience, Derrickson bounced back with this little gem. <em>Sinister </em>is the tale of an asshole "True Crime" author played by Ethan Hawke. If anyone was ever born to play an asshole True Crime author it is Hawke. <br />
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Hawke is desperate for a hit. He moves his family into a house where a terrible murder took place. A family was hung from the tree in the backyard. The only survivor, a little girl, has gone missing. Hawke moves his family into this fucking place to write his book and he doesn't even tell them the shit went down there! What an asshole.<br />
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Of course freaky deaky shit starts to happen. Hawke finds a box of Super 8 videos in the attic. The videos show the backyard murders, as well as some other horrible home invasion murders. Hawke, being the dick that he is, doesn't report this to the yokel police. Instead, he launches his own investigation. And when Ethan Hawke launches his own investigation, you things are going to get weird.<br />
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The home invasion genre is one of my favorites. It is also one of my biggest fears (besides Zombies). This film has some great creepy imagery, and some effective jump scares. The image of the family being hung in the back yard is hard to get out of your mind, which is why I was probably up for a few hours more than I should have been after seeing a film starring Ethan Hawke. <em>Sinister </em>is not the best horror film I have ever seen, but at least it is somewhat original. And that is all you can ask for now a days. Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15029054484146348678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536831748074167741.post-21496366078321139452014-07-16T19:21:00.000-07:002014-07-16T19:21:33.010-07:00Life itself<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Roger Ebert has always held a special place in my heart. We share the same birthday, and he was basically my hero growing up. I grew up wanting to be a film critic, partially because of Roger Ebert. He taught me a lot about film, as did his partner in crime, Gene Siskel. Their show introduced me to a world of film beyond the latest blockbuster or the most recent "The Corey's" film (please remember the time period I grew up in.) It was because of them I learned about Scorsese and Herzog. It is because of them that I dragged my Father to the city (that would be the best god damn city in the world: San Francisco) to see <em>Hoop Dreams. </em>I waited anxiously every Sunday to see what films they would give the "Thumbs up" or the "Thumbs down."<br />
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Well, I didn't become a film critic. I became a highly educated retail worker who makes rich people feel better about themselves. Things don't always work out like you planned. I have never lost my love of film though. Sometimes, it is the only things that gets me through. And I have never lost my appreciation of Roger Ebert, a "populist" film critic who led me in directions which changed my life.<br />
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I was thrilled to be able to view<em> Life Itself</em>, a documentary about Ebert directed by Steve James, the genius behind<em> Hoop Dreams. </em>I expected this documentary to be amazing- I was familiar with Ebert's life story: the struggles with alcohol, his career, his love/hate relationship with Siskel, his marriage to Chaz, and finally, his battle with cancer. What I wasn't prepared for was the 2 hour cry-fest that commenced in my living room. It got so bad my dog started barking at me and the cat offered to make me a drink. <br />
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Where to begin? Ebert wasn't perfect, and the documentary certainly doesn't shy away from that. He could be an asshole, especially to people who didn't agree with him. But he loved film, he loved his amazing wife (he didn't marry until he was 50), and he loved his work. After the cancer took away his ability to speak, he began a highly successful blog, which not only addressed film, but political issues as well. He never gave up, until he was ready.<br />
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My favorite part of this documentary goes into his relationship with Siskel. For much of their partnership it was hate/hate. Siskel knew how to push Ebert's buttons. Ebert does come out a bit of the "bad guy" in this relationship, which is something that surprised me. When I watched the show growing up, I admired Siskel, but I related to Ebert. In the end, they had a great respect for each other, and Ebert admitted it was one of the most significant relationships in his life (cue waterworks). I watched their show every Sunday with my Father, who always encouraged my interest in film. We took their recommendations as gold, and eagerly awaited their "Year End Special," where they would name their top 10 and bottom 10. Then we would make sure to watch all of those films. <br />
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Ebert was no great fan of Horror, neither was Siskel. Maybe my love of the genre was a way to "rebel" against these parental figures. And that is was they were. I learned so much from them. And as I grew and mistakenly believed I was becoming smarter and more mature, I rejected them. When I finally realized that is was ok to love what I love, and no one knew everything, and the whole thing was farce anyway, I came full circle. Ebert made film accessible to all. He loved it, even the bad. I think that is a pretty good philosophy for life itself.<br />
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Please check out Ebert's website, mentioned in the film, <a href="http://www.rogerebert.com/">here</a>.<br />
Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15029054484146348678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536831748074167741.post-52221761399031988462014-06-13T09:49:00.002-07:002014-06-13T09:49:42.832-07:00Friday the 13th FunniesHappy Friday the 13th! With added "Full Moon Bonus." Jesus H. Christ I am happy I am not at work today! Enjoy some Friday spooky funnies courtesy of Go Comics!<br />
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Don't freak out. This is still a horror blog. I just haven't watched a new horror film for the past month. Work has been very stressful so I have been taking comfort in the old favorites: <em>Dawn of the Dead, The Thing, Halloween</em>... I have no new observations to add to these films. They are perfect, and writing about perfect movies is kind of boring for me. </div>
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But I want to write! So, my dear readers (all two of you, three maybe if my Father ever looks at this), I have decided to write about one of my dirty little secrets. I love Fashion. There, I said it. I am out of the closet. Now, I am no fashionista myself, trust me. I can't put together an outfit to save my life. I don't desire to own Couture unless I can get it at Target. But I love looking at Fashion. Last night was the Fashion orgy known as "The Met Gala." This is like prom for rich people. Every year I anxiously await the photos of all the rich beautiful people in their gorgeous frocks. Every Met Gala has a "theme." Last year it was Punk. That was awesome. This year it was <em>Charles James: Beyond Fashion. </em>Charles James was an amazing designer/friend of Elsa Peretti who made bad ass ballgowns. I mean, take a look:</div>
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So one would think with this theme there would be some amazing outfits. Nope. Rich people can't follow directions every well. Yes, some women did wear ballgowns, but more often than not they looked insane (I am looking at you Katie Holmes.) So, in no particular order with very little forethought, please enjoy my observations on this year's Met Gala fashions. WWD and Vogue can call me anytime with a job offer...</div>
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Lets start with SJP, kind of the Queen of the Met Gala (sorry Anna, I know it's your show). Sarah Jessica Parker actually dressed pretty well to theme. I love the dress. The hair is a little too Gary Oldman for me.<br />
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<em>Best Dressed Couple:</em> Beyoncé and Jay-Z. I usually hate whatever Beyoncé is wearing but I love this.</div>
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<em>Worst Dressed Couple: </em>Johnny Depp and Amber Heard. Really? What the hell. Sit down Johnny Depp. Just sit down.</div>
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<em>I kind of love this #1: </em>Bree Larson.</div>
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<em>Way to rock a pair of pants: </em>Cara "I can't spell her last name". I love this bisexual junkie supermodel. Could do with out Stella here. She "insists" upon herself. </div>
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<em>Worst Accessory</em>: Charlize Theron. The accessory is her date Sean Penn. Yuck. This just doesn't make any sense.</div>
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<em>Is she Stoned?: </em>This chick from "How I met your Mother". </div>
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<em>Worst Dressed: </em>Elizabeth Olsen. Honey, this is wrong on so many levels.</div>
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<em>I kind of love it #2: </em>Janelle Monae</div>
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<em>You are not Frida Kahlo: </em>Kate Upton. You are not.</div>
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<em>The Scientologists have won!: </em>Katie Holmes. I would have called you worst dressed, but I wasn't expecting anything great. You look like a Disney Princess on a bender. </div>
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<em>You go girl:</em> Rita Ora</div>
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<em> My Obsession:</em> The Olsen Twins. How could you not love this?</div>
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<em>Ummm??:</em> Margot Robbie. Your stylist must hate you.</div>
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<em>I kind of love it #3: </em>Maggie Gyllenhaal. She looks like an aging 70's porn star. In a good way.</div>
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<em> Best to theme:</em> Maggie Q. You killed it in every way possible.</div>
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<em>Worst to theme:</em> Lupita Nyong'o. Charles James was not Native American. Nor was he Bob Mackie.</div>
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<em>Best Dressed of the night: </em>No Doubt: Kirstin Dunst!! Love you and love this dress! You hot mess keep up the good work!</div>
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