Alexandre Aja’s 2003 film Haute Tension (High Tension) presented a story that required some willing suspension of disbelief in order to digest: there are some jumps that simply don’t make sense. This doesn’t mean that the film is without merit, … Continue reading →
I selected Colin Campbell’s 2012 short Doll Face based on a fact of my childhood: my beloved grandfather used to call me that. Given, he also used to call me Claudette because he thought I looked like Claudette Colbert, but the … Continue reading →
I saw Danny Boyle’s 28 Days Later in the theatre, and I still remember the sense of terror I had when the characters were changing the flat tire in the tunnel. It was the first time that the concept of … Continue reading →
Fun fact about me: I absolutely fucking hate opening the door when I’m home alone. I don’t mind being alone; that doesn’t bother me in the least. But ring my doorbell, and I tense right up. Doesn’t matter if it’s … Continue reading →
Silence is the worst enemy of guilt. There’s nothing there to help assuage it: no words of comfort, no hope for the future, no sounds of reassurance to let you know that you’re going to be just fine in the … Continue reading →
Disconnection is the damnedest thing: try as you might to engage with others, sometimes, it’s just easier to put on a pair of headphones and do your own thing. Such is the case with Noor Hamade and Dimitri Yuri’s Bedtime … Continue reading →
It’s no secret that I love horror and hate rom coms. If you’re anything like me, you’re counting down the days until February 15th, also known as Half Priced Candy Day. What better way to pass the time until then? … Continue reading →
Aliens is typical Valentine’s Day fare at my place, so I’m continually revisiting it this time of year. I have a soft spot for it that cannot be contained; that’s simply part of who I am. Part of why I … Continue reading →
Alex Orr’s 2007 low budget film Blood Car was recommended to me by a friend. It’s a black comedy with liberal horror throughout. It’s also low budget, which, if you know me, you’ll remember that one of my slogans happens … Continue reading →
The Sentinel has some things going for it that I hold dear: Chris Sarandon, a bitching apartment, creepy swinging chandeliers, and Beverly D’Angelo masturbating on a couch. In all seriousness, it’s that last one that got me thinking: it’s the … Continue reading →
