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FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE!
Sorry, I had to get that out of my system. I’ve waited so long to hear those words, and there they were on the screen. I had the pleasure of attending the Official Playstation E3 Experience at Yonge and Dundas theatre in Toronto – with none other than our great leader Andy Burns – and when those words flashed up on-screen the place erupted in applause.
It seems that the word ‘Finally’ was one of the underlying themes of the 2015 Sony E3 conference. Not only had we gotten our beloved Square Enix treasure, but we also finally got a glimpse of what some of us have simply passed off as impossible. Something that became more of a running joke over countless conferences that never showed a hint of it. Read the rest of this entry
Great artists are kinda fucking nuts. They don’t always seem that way. Sometimes they come across completely normal, as normal as you or I. (Well, you anyway.) Sure, some have their tics and rattles, but it’s the work that really shows where their compulsions lie. To look at his work, Hans Rudolf Giger must’ve been batshit crazy with all manner of body and technological loathing. His prodigious output is among the most distinctive art of the late twentieth century, from paintings to sculptures to the all-time creepiest xenomorph ever to smash its double-hinged projectile jaws into a human skull in Alien (1979). The documentary Dark Star: H.R. Giger’s World (2014) finds Giger in the final fade of his twilight years, ailing but affable, presiding over his legacy with the creation of the Giger Museum in his home Switzerland. It’s an uneven doc, but Giger’s shadows are impossibly compelling. Grab a ticket. If the ride makes you sick, well, isn’t that what you paid for?
The Cenobite bites it. The Order of the Gash lays smashed and shattered upon a mound of bones and blood, confined forever to a sea of dust and ash. This is the worst-kept secret about this novel, which has been under discussion and hinted about for decades: Pinhead dies. I can understand Barker’s choice to do this; he’s quite literally killing his darlings.
Touted as Barker’s “much-anticipated return to horror” (a comment, by the way, that also found its way on to the jacket of his last novel for adults, Mister B. Gone – perhaps it was due to a change in publisher?), The Scarlet Gospels is the closing chapter in the lives of two of Barker’s longest-lasting creations: Pinhead and Harry D’Amour. Admittedly, Harry doesn’t have quite the same cultural resonance as the BDSM angel of death from Hellraiser, but he’s a contemporary of, if not older than, Pinhead. D’Amour first made an appearance in Barker’s novella The Last Illusion (found at the end of The Books of Blood VI and later adapted by Barker for the screen as The Lord of Illusions, starring Scott Bakula as D’Amour), and then he crops up again in Everville, the Second Book of the Art. Pinhead, on the other hand, and despite the innumerable excrescences that comprise the Hellraiser sequels, only appears in one Barker story: The Hellbound Heart and its film, Hellraiser. Read the rest of this entry
Aubrey Plaza, it’s your fault I watched this movie. You and Anna Kendrick. What is the deal with you two? Voodoo? And I know for a fact I’m not the only one who can’t resist either of these women, let alone both of them. Add zombies, romance and Paul Reiser (?!)… I didn’t have a chance.
Only John Waters could take the 1990 versions of Johnny Depp, Iggy Pop, Ricki Lake, Willem Dafoe, and Traci Lords, throw them into a musical that pokes fun at the innocent ignorance of 1950s film, and make it work. No, that’s not quite right. Only John Waters could do those things and make it kick all kinds of cinematic ass.
Was it not the great Tom Petty who once said that “the waiting is the hardest part?”
Of course it was. I think most, if not all of us are familiar with that sage piece of wisdom from one of Gainsville, Florida’s favourite sons. So imagine then, if you will, waiting for a brand new Mad Max film.
Imagine waiting thirty damn years.
It’s no secret that I love ‘bad’ movies. So many of my favourite films have at some point or another been referred to as “the worst movie ever,” and Man with the Screaming Brain is no exception. This happens so often to me that I can’t tell anymore if there is something (an appreciation deficiency?) wrong with the majority of people on this planet or if I just have poor taste after all. Maybe it’s both. Either way, Man with the Screaming Brain is everything this b(for bad)-movie junkie craves.