Saturday, October 6, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
(Insane News) Further proof that guys with the last name Bruno are unlucky in love!
NEW PORT RICHEY — She brought her 16-year-old son and a trash bag full of clothes on the first date.
Bobbie Jo Curtis, 40, told the suitor she met online she didn't have a car. He'd have to pick her up at her motel room.
Joseph Bruno, 44, made the trip in his white utility van. They stopped for pizza on the way back to Bruno's house, sat around the table and got to know each other.
She told him she was being evicted and asked if she could sleep on the couch that night. He never objected. She never left.
Bruno says he had a bad hunch about letting her stay. She was a stranger, but she looked like she was going through a hard time...
...The first crack on the head was blinding.
Bruno had been watching the Yankees-Rays game on his computer Sept. 14 when he felt it. He reeled in his chair and met the pale blue eyes he'd first seen in the profile.
"What the hell?"
Curtis stood behind him clutching a 2 by 4, he said. "You're lucky I ain't kill you two days before," she told him. The 2 by 4 came down mercilessly, he said.
The first hits didn't put him under like they do in the movies. He watched the blood spill out of his head, so much that a cleaning crew would later have to pull up the dining room floorboards because of all the dried blood stuck between them.
He said she beat him 20 times before his world went dark.
Pasco sheriff's reports that describe the attack also say she took Bruno's van and brought back her friend Vanessa Musson. It was Musson's 26th birthday.
Reports say they used a thick tow rope to bind him to his office chair while he drifted in and out of consciousness. They beat him several more times.
Reports don't specify who did what, but a gun was pressed to Bruno's head. He surrendered the combination to his safe.
They snatched comic books, rare baseball cards, two guitars, his wallet, his gun collection and his flat-screen television and loaded it into his van.
David Ragon, a 69-year-old neighbor, saw them loading the van and came over to check on Bruno. That's when, he said, Curtis' son, Bryan, came behind him with a hammer. The blow to the back of his head knocked him out. More hits broke his jaw.
Then the three left...
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Recommended Double Feature: THE BLACK CAT (1934) and ISLE OF THE DEAD
Two movies from the classic era of horror. Two featuring amazing performances from Boris Karloff. Two movies that I couldn’t stand when I was a kid because ‘there were no monsters’ but now that I’m older I understand that human beings are the worst monsters of all. Two movies that show the madness that is created during wartime. Two movies that I honestly think could be remade and used to examine the after effects of my nations two ongoing wars.
The interesting thing here is that Karloff’s character isn’t an over the top psychopath like Poelzig . General Pherides is a warrior, he’s cold and ruthless but he is trying to be the hero. Hell, much like THE MIST’s Mrs. Carmody he thinks he is the hero and tries to act accordingly. As the body count rises so does the paranoia and soon enough one of the survivors is accused of being a vorvolaka in disguise. On one hand General Pherides is trying to hold things together but fear begins to make him dangerous.
ISLE OF THE DEAD has all this and a premature burial to boot.
This movie is subtle, classy and a little bit ahead of its time. I didn’t appreciate it all when I saw it as a kid, now I prefer to watch it with the lights on.
As per IMDB the plot for THE BLACK CAT (1934) “American honeymooners in Hungary are trapped in the home of a Satan- worshiping priest when the bride is taken there for medical help following a road accident.”
Thoughts: Some pure pre-code Grand-Guignol here. Its Bela Lugosi versus Boris Karloff and for me it is their definitive pairing. I loved seeing Lugosi play the good guy (I mean he’s nuts but he’s still a better protagonist than David Manners.) Karloff’s Poelzig is a fantastic madman, in fact he is pretty much a super villain isn’t he? He would fit right in at Batman’s Arkham Asylum. I also liked that both Poelzig and Werdegast were ruined by the events of the first World War. They might have been good men once but now they’re just as twisted as Frankenstein’s Monster or Dracula. The imagery is fantastic too, Ulmer turns Poelzig’s home into a art deco house of horrors, his camera moves through it in a way that reminds me of Kubric’s work on THE SHINING.
Oh and this speech from Karloff is one of the classics in old school horror in my opinion, “You say your soul was killed, that you have been dead all these years. And what of me? Did we not both die here in Marmorus 15 years ago? Are we any the less victims of the war than those whose bodies were torn asunder? Are we not both the living dead? And now you come to me, playing at being an avenging angel, childishly thirsting for my blood. We understand each other too well. We know too much of life.”
As per IMDB the plot for ISLE OF THE DEAD “On a Greek island during the 1912 war, several people are trapped by quarantine for the plague. If that isn't enough worry, one of the people, a superstitious old peasant woman, suspects one young girl of being a vampiric kind of demon called a vorvolaka.”
Thoughts: Another movie dealing with war, this one set in 1912 during the First Balkan War. Boris Karloff plays General Pherides, he and reporter are visiting the island where Pherides’ wife is buried but they soon find themselves quarantined there due to an outbreak of septicemic plague. Some of the people trapped on the island cling to hope and science but others believe that a vampire-like creature called a vorvolaka is picking them off one by one.
The interesting thing here is that Karloff’s character isn’t an over the top psychopath like Poelzig . General Pherides is a warrior, he’s cold and ruthless but he is trying to be the hero. Hell, much like THE MIST’s Mrs. Carmody he thinks he is the hero and tries to act accordingly. As the body count rises so does the paranoia and soon enough one of the survivors is accused of being a vorvolaka in disguise. On one hand General Pherides is trying to hold things together but fear begins to make him dangerous.
ISLE OF THE DEAD has all this and a premature burial to boot.
This movie is subtle, classy and a little bit ahead of its time. I didn’t appreciate it all when I saw it as a kid, now I prefer to watch it with the lights on.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Our first glimpse of Daniel Radcliffe as Ig in the movie adaption of HORNS
This movie could be epic I just hope they don't go all Michael Bay with it. The thing that got me about Joe Hill's novel HORNS is how heartfelt it was. I went into the book expecting it to be a comic book style revenge tale about a guy that got KEWL POWERZ but instead I found myself deeply, emotionally invested in Ig and his life. The damn book made me remember every bittersweet memory of being a young man very much in love. HORNS is a work of anger and beauty that is going to stay with me long after other novels have been read and forgotten.
Just my 2 cents.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
THE COLD INSIDE (a serial novel) Chapter Eighteen part one
The Cold Inside
Chapter Eighteen
part one
By AL BRUNO III
Monday November 28, 1994
As far as Tristam was concerned there was nothing worse than returning to school after a three day weekend. It left his mental routine shaken and by the end of his first period he was counting the seconds until school was done.
It was third period, Algebra class and he was struggling to stay awake. The teacher was Mrs. Dover and she was older than time itself and tended to throw chalk at students she didn't think were paying attention.
Tristam copied down the formulas on the blackboard and tried to keep pace with the lecture. There were only twenty minutes left to go in class, if he could just hang on. At least this was simply normal exhaustion, nothing related to his extracurricular activities.
Almost ten years. He thought with a shudder, Almost ten years trapped in a bottle full of rainwater.
Friday night's lesson had left him too creeped out to sleep. The way Reginald had wailed when Phil had tossed him offhandedly back into the trunk. Had he heard other bottles clink in there? He didn’t want to think about it, but it had been all he could think about.
Imagine your whole life gone like that. Imagine the loneliness.
Even worse than Reginald had been Phil, the way he had gloated and laughed. Tristam had always known that the old man was crazy and mean but he had never suspected how crazy and how mean. The way he reveled in his cruelties.
Oh, and like I didn't.
That's not the same, its just not. That was a dog, these are people-
-“…counting the steps I make my way up to my apartment a heavy bag of groceries in each hand. Short of breath I keep myself moving afraid to miss my game. I should have planned better I should have planned better…”
-Pen and notebook clattered to the floor, Tristam flinched at his desk with an audible gasp. The other students giggled at him and made derisive whispers; Mrs. Dover growled a warning. Tristam mumbled an apology and bent to retrieve them.
What was that? Did I fall asleep?
Quickly adopting the pose of a diligent student Tristam waited until the teacher had stopped watching him. In his head however he was thinking of anything but equations and the value of X.
Was I dreaming? He wondered Am I going nuts?
Or has Phil decided to start screwing with me now? The thought was enough to make him drop his pen. Why would the old man do something like that? He seemed to like Tristam in a spiteful, condescending sort of way-
-“…two steps from my front door the pain strikes. It stabs me in the chest blossoming down my arm. A plastic bag slips from my spasming hands, jars and tumble down the steps. A second wave of pain throws me off balance, I stumble forward, trying to catch myself. I can't breathe. I can't speak. I look up and down the block but everyone is inside, having dinner or watching he big game. There is no one to see no one to help…”
-A piece of chalk ricocheted off his math textbook.
Mrs. Dover glared at him “There is no sleeping in this class Mr. Bloom!”
There was no giggling now, all the other students froze. Mrs. Dover had a well-deserved reputation for group reprisals in the form of homework. The long uncomfortable silence that filled the classroom was broken when Tristam vomited all over his desk.
Monday, October 1, 2012
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