The first time I had ever heard of Assassin’s Creed was during Christmas vacation several years back. I had taken my three grandsons to the Mutter Museum in Center City Philadelphia. Granny was trying to impart some knowledge into her grandsons, but they had other ideas. While we visited the many display cases that held a multitude of medical and biological oddities, I constantly found myself alone and the boys missing. Where the heck were they?
The other visitors in the museum that day would constantly point towards one of the hallways and smirk whenever they heard me calling out for the boys. It took several round-ups before I figured out that they were playing their own version of Assassin’s Creed. So, what exactly is Assassin’s Creed and did the game successfully transfer to film? Read the rest of this entry
Born: September 19, 1948 in Cowes, Isle of Wight, England, UK
“No, I don’t believe in hard work. If something is hard, leave it. Let it come to you. Let it happen.”
Did You Know?
Is one of 9 actors to have won the Triple Crown of Acting (an Oscar, Emmy and Tony).
Owns Kilcoe Castle in County Cork, Ireland.
He’s been called the King of Venereal Horror, the Baron of Blood, a chilly, analytical formalist with a fascination for the grotesque. He’s synonymous with the genre of body horror, its foremost practitioner, whose films Rabid, Scanners, and The Brood helped define it. He’s made every woman squirm mutely with the deranged disintegration of Jeremy Irons’ twin gynecologists in Dead Ringers, and he ripped your heart out when Jeff Goldblum’s Brundlefly begged for death at the end of The Fly. But one thing a lot of people don’t appreciate is his dark sense of humour. Underneath the blood and the ooze and the weird sexuality and the techno-fetishism, David Cronenberg is a funny guy.