I had wanted to see Stephen King’s Sleepwalkers when it came out in 1992. My mother, having that pesky thing called “standards,” told me no, so I had to wait a bit. Given, I was not quite 12 at the … Continue reading →
So I Married An Axe Murderer is one of those films that has a cult following amongst friends, and a “what the fuck are you talking about” reaction from everyone else. Is the plot out there? Yes. Are there plot … Continue reading →
A few weeks ago, I got into a spirited, good-natured conversation after posting about Mad Max: Fury Road. An excellent counterpoint was raised to my stance in the article: a man’s worth is also subject to being broken down in … Continue reading →
Oftentimes, I stick to the facts, my own interpretation, or being a complete smartass when I explore the thematic elements of a film. Very seldom do I make it personal. This one… this is going to get personal, because it … 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 →
Attitudes toward sex are nothing new. There’s judgment galore when it comes to someone else’s sexual activity, often based upon predominant social norms. The Rocky Horror Picture Show offers up a curious study in sexuality as it explores the social … Continue reading →
I admit it: I found Psychopathia Sexualis on Netflix quite some time ago and was intrigued by the concept. And the possibility of sex scenes and nudity. An avid fan of Dan Savage, I smiled at the thought of a … Continue reading →
