I recently saw The Cabin in the Woods with two friends of mine, one of whom had already seen the movie three times since it came out. I was intrigued by his interest and was not disappointed when I saw the film for myself. But over the next few days, I realized the movie was more than just a riff on horror movie conventions – it was a movie about making movies. (more…)
As some of you may have guessed from my last article, I have a bit of a soft spot for puppets. I grew up with not just the obvious Muppets and Sesame Street, but also Eureeka’s Castle, Pee-wee’s Playhouse and even Mister Rogers. There is something about the ability to imbue felt and fur with a soul that gives me not only a love for the puppets but a profound respect for the people behind (or under) them. (more…)
Play the music? Check! Light the lights? They did, indeed! And for the first time in 12 years, we meet the Muppets, both old and new, on the big screen!
As a lifelong fan of these delightful creatures, I had been anticipating the release of The Muppets for quite some time. Let me tell you, folks – it did not disappoint. The film is a perfect blend of everything the Muppets are about and what they can mean to a new generation of viewers, who will be powerless against their charms. (more…)
MY BALLS! They have descended!
After all of my hooting and hollering about that icky, scary movie, I decided that I needed to stop being a wuss about rewatching it. So, with a huddle of old friends and new, a horde of stuffed animals and a bottle of sake I entered the realm of terror that I’d built up in my mind. You know what? It was not that scary. We didn’t even watch the whole movie, really. I sort of checked out with a hearty “meh” when the closet door was flung open and revealed the monster that had previously haunted my dreams. I was unaffected. I knew, in this moment, that I had become a man, and that watching the rest of the movie was going to be a spectacularly anticlimactic experience. (more…)
I am no weenie.
I grew up on horror of all sorts. My father, from whom I inherited the lion’s share of my geekitude, is an avid fan of the classic horror from the ’50s and ’60s, so there was a good deal of Edgar Allen Poe by way of Vincent Price in my formative years. It wasn’t long before I started sneaking in ’80s horrorfests, probably starting with A Nightmare on Elm Street and Child’s Play and then working my way through all of the classics – The Exorcist, Poltergeist, The Shining (the majority of them from between the ages of eight and eleven). (more…)
