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.

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.