And as such, I am not feeling very newsy. Here’s what little scoop I could be arsed to gather.
Joss is a vanguard!
King and Spielberg are collaborating to bring Under the Dome to cable as the TELEVISION MINI-SERIES EVENT OF THE DECADE! (says me)
Under the Dome was already going to make one sensational mini-series no matter what. But now that S-Spiel has stepped in, we know it’ll be a huge, history-making success. And you guys, I will BRING IT, totally 3rd grade Marla-style!
I opted to skip NDTD yesterday in order to give a little more blog time to my kick-ass contributors Jerry and Erin, because their reviews were both so fun. Also, I’m lazy! Everybody wins!
I figured I hadn’t done a RDWD in some time, so let’s run with one today, okay folks?
I was talking to a friend about The Mist the other day, discussing how I found myself so pleasantly surprised upon my first viewing. I realized, “Why the hell have I not preached this Misty gospel to that hungry congregation that is the world wide web?!” No one truly understands The Mist, no one believes me until they’ve seen it. I know, I know, most Stephen King movies aren’t particularly hard-core. Or, you know, good. Spoken by a true Stephen King fan, still I repeat: the movies? They suck.*
*this obviously does not apply to The Shining, Shawshank Redemption or Misery. All of which premiered 20-30 years ago, so move on.
David Cronenberg: Canadian by birth, madman by the grace of God.
There’s an expression that says Hitchcock figured out tension; Spielberg mastered awe; Lucas nailed artifice. Cronenberg, on the other hand, figured out something altogether different. From his earliest efforts (Rabid, Shivers), through his 1980s output (Videodrome, The Fly), to his more recent films (History of Violence, Eastern Promises), a couple of very particular threads run through his work. The first is biological horror – the sensation of watching your body change, turn into something alien, something that you can’t necessarily control. The second is the force of manipulation, and its consequences. Whether the issue is child manipulation, body manipulation, or manipulation of one’s psyche, you can count on Cronenberg to examine the issues, then ABSOLUTELY FREAK YOU THE FUCK OUT, COMPLETELY.
By guest blogger Erin
A few years ago, my friend Courtney and I had a little blog that was solely dedicated to watching crappy movies and then making fun of them. Our motto was “We watch them so you don’t have to.” Unfortunately, after only a year or two of this, we realized that we had to stop throwing away our hard-earned money on tickets to really crappy movies. But this weekend, we decided to give it another go and sought out a film that we knew would make us thrill to the delights of a bloated budget, gasp as yet another CGI marvel flickered across the screen, and swoon at a generic romance that had no place occurring while the world was coming to an end. Yes, we decided to watch 2012.
I finally got to watch Ti West’s The House of the Devil last week. And oh man, was it worth the wait!
The House of the Devil is set in the early 80s, and West’s dedication to the era is all-encompassing. The film’s cinematography, plot structure, wardrobe, dialogue and soundtrack are all deliciously retro, and West even went so far as to build an ad campaign that correlates with the film’s old-school spirit. This bad-ass trailer caught my attention months ago: Continue reading