YOU, SIR, HAVE THE BOORISH MANNERS OF A ZOMBIE!
The undead hit Cambridge.
The undead hit Cambridge.
I have a terrible memory in general, but one thing I have a great recall of are the various routines of the Marx Brothers. As a very young child, I was a fan of Laurel and Hardy or Abbott and Costello, who I’d watch after school. It took me a few years to graduate to the Marx … Continue reading
Ever see Roger Corman’s A Bucket of Blood? I just saw it myself after hearing about it for years, and really should have got to it sooner. It’s a comedic take on Mystery of the Wax Museum that stars character actor extroidinaire Dick Miller (Yep, Muray Futterman himself) in one of his few leading roles. … Continue reading
While I was putting my dirty clothes from the past month or so in the washing machines at my local laundromat (or laundermat, as some would have you believe), my mind started to wander. It might have been because of the whirring of the machines. Maybe the shuffling of little old ladies. Or the drowning … Continue reading
I work – for myself – from home. So I can watch movies in the morning if I darn well feel like it, and still be productive by the time 9 AM rolls around. So today – as I have to do a piece on robots for another site anyway – it was BICENTENNIAL MAN. … Continue reading
Warning: This is a long article. About a kid’s dreams, my own, being shattered. I know Vern from Aint It Cool would be sad for me. Enjoy! There was a time in my life that I liked crappy movies. I had a soft spot for films that starred the likes of Michael Dudikoff, Jean Claude … Continue reading
So, the other night I began digging around my closet for my Flowbie (a genius product that attaches to a vacuum cleaner and magically cuts your hair) and for some reason or another, couldn’t find the damn thing. Anyway, what I did find was even more magical; a box of old videotapes. I unearthed dubbed tapes filled with episodes … Continue reading
I look at the whale lying next to me in bed and consider how the rising sun shines from my window behind her. How the light swaddles her and contrasts with her pearl-white skin so the ring around her blowhole seems almost an inky black. I cup my hand into the washbasin on the floor … Continue reading
A buddy of mine at work sent me the following snaps, which, mediawhore that I am, simply felt the need to share with you all, with a few cogent ruminations tossed in. They’re from a site called hotghettomess.com, which aspires to convey a more positive image and message of Black Americans, frequently by showing us where … Continue reading
My friend John Carpenter (not THE John Carpenter) is making a 70’s style revenge exploitation flick called “Death is the Name of My Street”. I play Morgan, the hard as nails main chick. We filmed the trailer this weekend, in hopes of showing it to a potential investor to get the funds to make a … Continue reading