Friday, January 4, 2013

Suddenly Twin Peaks... SUDDENLY TWIN PEAKS EVERYWHERE!!!

A lot of these are from TWIN PEAKS .GIFS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oliver Longden of BRUTAL AS HELL contemplates THE DIRECT TO VIDEO DEATH OF HELLRAISER

 

Horror franchises fade and die just like other organisms. What starts off as a vibrant exciting premise winds up puking and shitting itself to death in abject confusion while the rest of society does their best to ignore it like an embarrassing relative in a nursing home. Rarely has this been more true than with the Hellraiser franchise which starts with a film of unique and uncompromising vision and ends a senile dog desperately in need of being put down with a hammer.

Hellraiser is one of the best horror movies of all time. It has been hugely influential and despite featuring some of the most horrifying eighties hairdos ever committed to tape it still has the power to both shock and arouse even in these jaded times. A young woman becomes trapped in a deadly game with the otherworldly Cenobites, sadomasochistic voyagers to the limits of sensation. Three sequels were made, none of which could hold a candle to the original movie. The last, Hellraiser: Bloodlines, was a such an artistic failure that the director refused to put his name to it, insisting on being credited with a pseudonym. That was in 1996 and it felt like Hellraiser had creatively run its course and been put to bed. One great film, three indifferent sequels. Enough good stuff to make the fancy boxed set worth buying if you saw it cheap...

Once again OUR VALUED CUSTOMERS speaks the complete and utter truth!

Warren Talbot vs The Pretty Boys (an excerpt from THE COLD INSIDE)


by
Al Bruno III



Warren barreled through the wooded campus of the Blessed Heart School. Dodging off the well-worn paths used by students and crashing though the flowering shrubs and evergreen trees. His white dress shirt was smeared with chips of eggshell and spattered with yolk. His whole body felt like it might give out at any moment, but he had to keep running.


They were still after him. He could hear them at his back, shouting and laughing. His only hope now was at the old chapel.


He’d finished his finals with a glow of accomplishment, knowing that despite all the social and physical setbacks he’d suffered this he was ending his Freshman year on a high note. A’s on everything but gym, but even the gym teacher had given him a B- for effort and attendance. He knew that once his grades arrived his father would be sick with pride.

But the Pretty Boys had taken all that away from him, they’d turned him back into an obese loser with a single volley of rancid eggs.

“Almost there.” He panted, “Almost there.”

His lungs were on fire now, it was worse than when the gym teacher had made the class try out cross-country running. He saw the feeble-looking sycamores that ringed the old chapel and its cemetery and pushed himself to go just a little bit farther.

The Blessed Heart School had acres of land. Most of it was left to grow wild but a small section near the gymnasium had been divided into a quartet of athletic fields. The last field bordered a cemetery of all things, fifty modest graves for nuns that had worked and died here in the early part of the century. A small disused chapel slouched in the furthest corner of the cemetery. It rotted quietly, a haven for small animals and a good place for students sneaking away for a drink or a smoke.

"Let him be here. Please let him be here!"

He crossed the cemetery with nightmarish slowness the Pretty Boys yowling at his back. He would have cried out but he had no breath left.

There was a flash of pain as Warren’s foot smacked into a loose section of pavement. He fell hard, concrete raking his hands, a ripping sound filling his ears. Another pair of pants shot to Hell.

And suddenly they were on him, pelting him with jeers and fistfuls of eggs. The Pretty Boys, with their perfect pedigrees and their slender waistlines- Bobby Hilton, Kenny Wurman, Evan Crawford and their leader, the biggest jerk of all, Tristam Bloom.

“Fuckers!” Warren screamed tearfully.

“Hey look!” Tristam said, “Tubbo’s crying.”

Kenny threw his last egg, “Look his pants split right up the back!”

“I say we strip him,” Tristam drew closer, reveling in the way he cowered, “Leave him here in his undershorts.”

“Strip him?” Adelphos strode out of the shelter of the decrepit chapel, a cigarette hanging out of his lips. His navy blue tie was loosened, a gold cross hung around his neck. “You cabrones always call us fags but you get up to the freakiest stuff all on your own.

“Oh shit.” Kenny blanched, “Psycho.”

Adelphos pitched his cigarette at Bobby Hilton, who dodged it with a yelp “You assholes got nothing better to do than start shit?”

Warren almost sobbed with relief. Tristam’s grin widened, “Smoking on school grounds Psycho? That can get you expelled.”

“Fuckin’ with my friends can get you in traction,” he stepped between the Pretty Boys and Warren.

The other boys looked like they wanted to back off, but Tristam kept them in place with a stare, “If I were you I’d watch my mouth, it’s four against one here.”

Scraping the worst of the tears and yolk from his face Warren stood beside Adelphos, “Four against two.”

The Pretty Boys had a good laugh at this. Evan called, “If we count your ass cheeks the odds are even Tubbo.”

Adelphos shook his head, “Just get lost, playtime’s over children.”

“You don’t tell me where to go,” Tristam advanced, “I tell people like you where to go.”

“Oh really?” Adelphos stood his ground, his posture casual.

“You really think you can take all four of us on... Spic?” Tristam gestured to the others, they stepped up behind him.

“We’re not afraid of you.” Warren glanced to Adelphos, “Right?”

Tristam backhanded Warren, the slap echoing.

Warren reeled, almost falling over and then catching himself.

“That was a mistake.” Adelphos lashed out, his fist catching Tristam in the gut. Bobby and Kenny held back but Evan threw himself at Adelphos in a classic football tackle.

Too stunned to do anything but watch the scuffle going on at his feet Warren didn’t even see Bobby coming for him and the first punch landed squarely on his nose.

“Yeah!” Kenny jumped in place, “Get ‘em!”

Evan was screeching, Adelphos had him by the balls. Tristam was curled into a ball. Warren took a swing at Bobby but it went wild barely brushing his cheek. Bobby hit him in the chest but Warren barely felt it.

“Tubbo swings like a girl!” Kenny was laughing again.

The screeching had become begging, Evan’s hands scrabbling at the clenching fist. Adelphos he let go. He let Evan breathe a sigh of relief, then he kicked him.

Warren’s second punch went even wider, missing Bobby entirely and catching Kenny dead center in his forehead. Kenny went down with a yelp. Warren stared after him in amazement. Adelphos charged past him, grabbing Bobby by his tie and yanking hard, spinning him once in a semi circle and then sending him flying into one of the crumbling headstones.

“Anyone else feeling froggy?” Adelphos was dancing on the balls of his feet like a boxer, he wasn’t even breathing hard.

Cursing, bloodied and dirty the Pretty Boys retreated back the way they had come. Warren didn’t even notice, he was still staring at his fist. He couldn’t stop smiling.

HYBRID VIGOR is another crowdfunded horror film, it looks pretty promising...

TWIN PEAKS is coming back? Is it possible? Probably not but we can dream can't we?

From ARROW IN THE HEAD

 

If there's one thing TWIN PEAKS has taught me, it is that the owls are not always what they seem. As such, you may want to take the following rumor with a grain of salt: TWIN PEAKS could be returning to television under the guidance of co-creators Mark Frost and David Lynch.

Twin Peaks Archive and many other sites are buying into a rumor that David Lynch has met with NBC to lay out the groundwork for a third season. This is supposedly substantiated based on a quote from Mark Frost in a previous interview that said a third season was something he and Lynch “talk about from time to time." Frost added, perhaps a little hopefully, "If we ever do decide to move forward, I know we have a rich trove to draw from.”

Warning-- TWIN PEAKS spoilers ahead. According to an Anonymous source:

-Season 3 is set the same amount of time it has been since season 2

-Lynch wants to be very hands on with the project but the executives were very open about how "unusual his tastes were. They seemed a little on edge about him tackling it.

-Lynch wants most of the cast back.

-The story would revolve around the fact that good Cooper is still in the lodge, and a young (female!) reporter will basically uncover the truth behind TWIN PEAKS, BOB, and the lodge.

-Since season 2, bad Cooper has been in prison in another state for the murder of 2 TWIN PEAKS residents. He didn't know which ones yet. It seems since season 2 bad Cooper went on a rampage. Everyone still thinks it's the real Cooper.

-Lynch was adamant that the show opens by recreating the first red room scene in season 1. This takes place modern day, and was a hunt that Cooper would be trapped within the red room.

All that smells like B.S. to me, but Moviehole is also reporting that series cast members like Catherine E. Coulson (The Log Lady) have been contacted about reprising their roles. So it is possible that the wheels are starting to turn for a revival. I might buy that, but until we have official word from Frost, Lynch, and series star Kyle MacLachlan, let's all just approach this news using our Dale Cooper-like sense of reason....

Will the latest trailer for EVIL DEAD swallow your soul?

From BLEEDING COOL

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Ok guys, admit it... we all need one of these now...

Warren Talbot vs The Pretty Boys

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The new DOCTOR WHO opening credits and some coming attractions!

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Is this an actual music video or did I just forget my meds?

From MIGHTYGODKING

 

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The hero of THE ABADDON is in quite a pickle!

Be sure to visit BROODHOLLOW in the upcoming year... you may never leave.

Brandon Wilhelm's new cereal is INSANE!

Further proof that no one looked good in their 1986 yearbook picture...

Did anyone get this table for Christmas?

Happy 2013 everyone! It is going to be a bold new year...

...full of the same old crap!

 

We're all in this together folks!