Are we chilling at a cocktail party, wearing designer masks and standing six feet apart, celebrating the soft opening of the apocalypse? This glorious shindig takes place in a clinical and creepy art gallery. Vast renditions of this bitch bug hang on its sterile walls, scarier and more surreal than any fevered dream Dali or... Continue Reading →
TARMERICA: Land of the No Tell Motel, Home of the Depraved
I can sometimes play the trope of the obnoxious American. I like to write, drink, read and say all sorts of problematic things that slither into my sinister mind. I've done some shady shit over the years. Stuff that I wouldn't be thrilled for any future girlfriend or employer to find out about. I've found... Continue Reading →
Film Ramblings:CHRISTINE(1983) An American Born Nightmare Machine
John Carpenter's Christine is a film about an American born murder machine. A 1958 Plymouth Fury. The car's model and color are perfect visualizations of this voracious killer that harbors a jealous streak that one would need a thousand odometer clicks to cross. The red chrome glistens like spilled blood as she chews up asphalt... Continue Reading →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 