Pink Flamingos (Or Divine Horror)

Horror has become a blanket term since probably the early 19th Century to the point that terror and horror have become more or less interchangeable. Somewhat unfortunate because there’s an important distinction to be made between them.Read More »

My Life Is My Own: An Overview Of The Prisoner

“I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered.”

A minor plague swept through Castle Blogferatu this week. Because of that, and as part of my own little effort to boycott all things inaugural, I spent all of this past Friday and part of Saturday swilling tea (occasionally in toddy form) and watching all seventeen episodes of The Prisoner.Read More »

Kiss Of The Tarantula (Or One Grave Is Plenty)

“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”

Supposedly Confucius said that. Not Jodi Picoult. Either way, probably good advice.

Thing is, it’s not so very much fun. Warnings against revenge generally aren’t. It’s also the problem I have with movies like Willard, Carrie, Massacre At Central High, or Fade To Black. On the surface each seems like the swift hand of justice. The rightful execution, as it were, of karma.Read More »