What’s left, after the purge . . .
Another one from the archives, updated for the year 2014. Pay attention, class, there’s a history lesson going down here. And easter eggs, too.
My famous retrospective review of Beverly Hills Cop, from the old days. This piece once got over 10,000 hits in a few days. Today nobody notices. Good, can I just say FUCK again?
Take me to the Deuce, shoot me in the head and bury me there. Really, I mean it.
Sometimes you can’t make this stuff up, man.
More images from behind-the-scenes on STARCRASH.
An exercise in deductive reasoning for detectives who like their movies bad.
Are you in love with your computer? Think about that. Think really damn carefully.
Caroline Munro is every fanboy’s reason for blasting themselves through the blackness of a hundred million nights.
Peter O’Toole died yesterday. I think he might have appreciated some of these twilight thoughts.
A bunch of books sit next to me while I sleep. They call my name when I dream. And they snap cruel insults at me every time I wake up. Jerks. Why did I had to become a writer anyway?
King Billy lives on, in the rain. Listen.
Describe, in 35 words or less, a moment from one of your favorite films. Okay, now do it 49 more times. Done? Good, now you have a blog. Post the son of a bitch.
Some movies, a few stories and a laugh or two from this year’s dark season.
Spiders, Zombies, Aliens, Space Warps, Mutants. They don’t make ’em like this guy used to, man.