Recently, I saw a preview for a new version of Halloween. That’s right folks, and your old pal Rob Zombie is steering this poopship destroyer to a theatre near you. Thanks Rob Zombie. Thanks for ruining my life, and probably a bunch of other people’s lives, too. You suck. Your music sucks. Your movies suck. I hope you’re proud of yourself. You just mixed up some brass monkey in the Holy Grail.
Browsing: Interactive Owl
If you haven’t heard of Saving Jane… hey, it happens. They had some modest success with their album, Girl Next Door especially once MTV picked up the single of the same name for the theme song of their crappy “Tiara Girls” show. Five months later Universal Records jumped on the bandwagon and re-released the album.
Now, Saving Jane returns with a new offering from their original indie label (Toucan Cove, which sounds entirely too Jimmy Buffett to be real). The band managed what many whiny, angst-ridden rockers cannot manage: to walk away from massive corporate interests in favor of keeping true to their sound and vision. The newest album, “One Girl Revolution,” gives the middle finger to any number of media outlets (and more than a few ex-significant others).
Sometimes in a world full of movies about CGI superheroes, drunken teenagers, and ass-kicking secret agents, you really just want to kick back with some wacky puppets, some David Bowie music, and one hell of a codpiece. Welcome to Labyrinth.
In his debut novel, Ron Currie, Jr. offers a credible view of humanity through an incredible premise: God is dead. Literally.
Who’s the greatest action hero of the modern age and why?
John McClane that’s who… and why? Well, that IS a discussion boys and girls.
Sit in the lotus way at the foot of SAINT and let me remind you why we love the impossible feats of John McClane over all others.
An installment in a series of Serge A. Storms adventures, The Stingray Shuffle has Dorsey’s lovable psychopath in search of a silver Halliburton filled with five million in cursed cash. Swept into the action are a bungling group of B-rate Russian hoods, sleazy small-time lounge performers, unfortunate Jamaican mobsters, bullying frat punks, the aptly-named Mierda Cartel, a doorman on the run, a women’s book club with a big, juicy secret, and Johnny Vegas, The Accidental Virgin.
Our Horror Queen takes a break from blood and guts to talk about the ghost story of 1408.
After a delay in publishing because I forgot to finish a sentence before submitting my review, I finally fulfill my duty as a nerd and movie critic in bringing you, dear reader, my thoughts on the new Fantastic Four movie, Rise of the Silver Surfer.