I wrote this nearly nine years ago for my mailing list, and I think it’s one of the best pieces of nonfiction I’ve ever written. I also think it unfortunately remains relevant.
Content warning: depictions of violence, discussion of sexual assault.
Tubi turns out to have a pretty extensive lineup of B, C, and lower grade horror movies. And they’re all free to watch with commercials. The only downside is that the commercials ALWAYS stall, so every commercial break is at least two minutes longer than it’s supposed to be because you’re staring at an unmoving screen halway through a Nissan ad. Weird because the movies never stall. And annoying to boot! But still I watch, so joke’s on me, I guess!
I recently saw a clip of Moon Zappa being interviewed about her memoir. I found her funny and charming in the 80’s, but, more importantly, we’re roughly the same age and I too grew up in an unconventional home in the 70’s and 80’s (though my home was Ozzie and Freakin’ Harriet compared to the Zappa household), so I decided to listen to the Audiobook on Spotify. (Which is something you can do, apparently!)
Chaotic Wrestling got the new year off to a fantastic start with a show at the Irish American Club in Malden that really had it all. Let’s dive in to the recap, shall we?
Nicholas Hoult gives a fantastic performance and the vampire is actually terrifying. But enough about Renfield (2023)! That was last year! Let’s talk about Nosferatu, which also stars Nicholas Hoult but doesn’t, much to its detriment, feature either Nic Cage or Akwafina.
I recently read this excellent piece about the doomscroll industrial complex.
I found myself in the rare condition of being alone in the house, so naturally it was time for a horror movie on the big TV. I recently read an absolute rave review of I Saw The TV Glow, so I decided to watch that.
Dark times are ahead, but I’ve found some comfort in what might initially sound cynical and defeatist, but bear with me.
Welcome to my annual “best of” roundup! Which is of course actually “favorite” of 2024 because there are no objective criteria for art!
Art really is a balm for the soul in dark times. (I’m not going to try to convince you that pro wrestling is an art form, though it definitely is, because I don’t need to justify my love for it by trying to elevate it.) And so I went once again to the Sons of Italy hall in Watertown, MA, for a Chaotic Wrestling show on Friday night.