Stu Horvath turns his nose up at the new Star Wars comic. We deserve better.
Movies. Unwinnable likes ‘em. These are the ones we liked best in 2014.
My earliest memory of being scared at the movies was in 1983. My dad, sister and I went to go see The Return of the Jedi at a movie theater in Jersey City, probably the closest theater that still had tickets available for the blockbuster conclusion to the original Star Wars trilogy. I had just turned three, and to be honest all I can remember from that day is sticking my head into the empty seat next to me as soon as Jabba The Hutt made his first appearance. It was the only time I had this reaction to the giant
Stu Horvath digs into the mysteries of that paranoid horror classic, John Carpenter’s The Thing.
A few nights ago, I was driving with my friend Ian into the wilds of western New Jersey. My girlfriend’s parents live out there, in a town named Califon (fun fact: the town was supposed to be called California, but that was too long for the sign, so…) and her car had broken down while she was out there visiting. We were the rescue team. It was raining. The bulk of the ride, a 35-mile straight shot out Route 78, was about what you’d expect. It was late, so there wasn’t much on the road aside of the occasional long
Stu Horvath returns to Haddonfield to examine the legacy of John Carpenter’s Halloween.