Saturday, November 17, 2012

Two great mini-series adaptions of classic monster stories, two examples of 70's made for TV madness, They take liberties with the source text (as most adaptions of Frankenstein and Dracula do) but are still highly entertaining. Both feature memorable and distinctive takes the iconic monsters, some amazing moments of gore for TV movies and some pretty sexy moments as well.

Out of Mind: The Stories of H.P. Lovecraft (1998)
Haunted by disturbing dreams from an inherited book, a young man becomes interested in the writings of H.P. Lovecraft.

Friday, November 16, 2012

There's no business like snow business! The trailer for the DOCTOR WHO Christmas special is here!


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They're letting chicks do buddy cop movies now? What's next? Romantic comedies for guys?

Actually the trailer for THE HEAT looks pretty funny.


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Gotham High?



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In preparation for the trailer for the DOCTOR WHO Christmas special here is the minisode for the Christmas Special!


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BRENDAN TOBIN imagines a team up between Billy Batson and Andy Dufresne!

Lord Vader in love? WHAT?

 From the always-awesome HEROPRESS


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Thursday, November 15, 2012

THE ABADDON is good for your lumbago!

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(Insane News) Herman Melville was right!!!!

Why doesn't MTV play music videos any more? Uhm... forget I asked...

this painful dose of reality from BONG BOING 

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Here's a little Keira Knightly for my buddy Captain Falstaff!




The trailer for SOMEONE ELSE'S FACE looks pretty original...




A horror anthology film with 26 directors? The NSFW red band trailer for THE ABCs OF DEATH is here!

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Bjork... rocks?

from i09


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Does James Franco make a good Wizard? Why does the land of Oz look like it is made of CGI frosting? Learn more with the trailer for OZ THE GREAT AND POWERFUL!





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A new DOCTOR WHO series, a new outfit?


Doctor Who, featuring Matt Smith, will bring viewers an extra special ‘prequel’ to its Christmas special, with a bespoke storyline made for Children in Need, and an exclusive preview trailer of the Christmas special including the first glimpse of the Doctor with his new companion...

He's the one they call Dr. Pornsak / He's the one that makes ya feel all right












Tuesday, November 13, 2012

OUR VALUED CUSTOMERS raises an interesting point...

I'm not sure if this is the official IRON MAN 3 trailer but it's close enough!

Found via BUZZFEED


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THE COLD INSIDE (a serial novel) Chapter Nineteen part three

Chapter Nineteen
part three

Wednesday November 30, 1994

Tristam didn’t know how he'd gotten in the bathtub.

One minute he’d been sitting in his room trying to concentrate on his History notes, the next he was sitting in the bathtub.

What happened? Did I nod off and start sleepwalking?  Tristam wondered. Sleepwalking, that was all he needed now. Maybe he was cracking up, maybe this whole thing with ghosts and astral projection was all in his imagination.

Sleepwalking. God all I need is for my Dad to hear about this.  Tristam climbed out of the tub and headed back to his room. It’ll probably earn me another three-hour lecture

It seemed like he spent every waking hour of the day with different adults talking at him. Not talking to him, talking at him, expecting him to listen and never question. It was always the same, they expected you to act like an adult but they treated you like a child.

Since he was here he decided to take a leak. Then he washed his hands and spent a few moments staring at his face in the bathroom mirror. Sometimes he could see traces of the child he'd been in his face and other times he could almost imagine what he might look like when he was older. It was almost as if-

-Tristam found himself crouched in his closet, pressed into the shadows. A choking noise escaped his throat, he tried to get to his feet and crashed into the clothes hanging above him. Slacks and sweaters tangled about his head-

-And just as suddenly he was back at his desk, starting blankly at his notebook.

What happened? Did I nod off? Was that another dream or another bout of Phil's 'indigestion'?

Glancing down at his notepad he noticed a few mocking words in an unfamiliar script.

Phil?” Tristam whispered. He looked around the room for some sign of the old man but saw nothing.

But am I looking in the right places?  He thought.

Crossing from one level of reality to another was easier each time. The material world receded, becoming smoky and indistinct. Phil was at his shoulder, a glittering silhouette.

Is that what I look like when I'm out and about?”

Nah, you look uglier.”

 If Tristam could have he would have blushed, he'd forgotten how loud his thoughts could be. Sparks of and flickers of light trailed at the edges of his vision, streaks and smears of gray following in their wake. “What do you want?”

It's time for your lesson.”

 Tristam tried to sound reasonable. After all hadn't the old man proved there was nowhere he could run, no way he could be kept out? “I'm not sure if I want another lesson. You're starting to creep me out.”

Look kid I'm sorry about earlier. How about you cut me some slack, my wife had a friggin' stroke you know,”  the shape before him shrugged half-heartedly.

 With that one sentence Tristam suddenly found himself on the defensive, “I know and I'm sorry but…”

 The ether rippled around the Phil as he slipped upwards though the roof “And the flashback thing, I should have said something. That was a total fuckup on my part. I really thought it wouldn’t happen to you being as strong as you are.”

 After a line like that how could he not follow? “Really?”

 They traced a path along the rooftops like low flying gulls skimming above the waves, “You're doing stuff I had to study years for.”


Yeah. Now you still want me to piss off?”  

And with that Phil sped away. Tristam was hard pressed to keep up; moving quickly was like reaching for something you couldn’t see and then dragging yourself towards it. A moments' distraction and your velocity was lost. They sped over, under and through houses like phantoms playing at tag. Dogs howled at their passing and babies were set shrieking in their cribs. 

I want to know how to do what you did to me,”  Tristam said when he was sure he could keep pace with the other shade. “And I want you to know how to protect myself from you and worse.”

 Phil's shadowy form smiled, “To know one is to know the other.”