There is really but one image conjured up when one thinks about Internet Relay Chat (IRC). Predators. Men preying upon the underaged for sex. But this archaic social medium (when compared to the latest social networks) hosts other questionable types too. Some are hackers. Others pirate movies and software. And some can be described as…
I guess when you are top of the world, as Robert Downey Jr. currently is (Iron Man, Sherlock Holmes), it is easy to buy into the hype that you can make no wrong choices and that everything you touch turns to cinematic gold. It’s the only reason I can come up with (other than perhaps…
” . . . who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls, incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson,…
If you think about it, the annual batch of torture porn (i.e., the Saw franchise) is the most harmless aspect of Halloween; I mean, there’s poisoned candy, pedophiles galore, and just general creepiness (and I don’t mean that in the jolly ol’ fun way, more like forty-year old fathers in bikinis weird — I’ve seen…
The extra man is described as a man who accompanies wealthy old women to galas and other social events. The men provide the companionship, the women provide the men with a means to live beyond their means. Sound like an interesting way of life? Henry Harrison (Kevin Kline) is such a man and The Extra…
We’ve seen it before with The Blair Witch Project; a horror flick, made on a shoestring budget, becomes a sleeper hit and ultimately warrants itself a sequel. The “Holywoodized” sequel, Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2 turned out to be a lame attempt to recapture the lightning of its predecessor and thus was pandered by…
I once had the misfortunate of watching a Lifetime television special and because of this I was forced to use a tampon for the rest of the week. Going one step further, Tony Goldwyn’s Conviction, which has been advertised as the perfect Oscar-bait, kicked me square in the balls and sent me straight to menopause….
