I MELT WITH YOU
Nobody, it seems, much liked this star-studded indie about four men succumbing to disillusionment and death in a scenic California locale, but it’s not without worth
Nobody, it seems, much liked this star-studded indie about four men succumbing to disillusionment and death in a scenic California locale, but it’s not without worth
This recently unearthed obscurity gives new meaning to the term minimal: it features just one character (actor Robert Strauss) on an island together with countless imaginary (hence unseen) companions
Another “cult favorite” I don’t get
A film school set chiller that often feels like a student film in its amateurishness and poor acting
If you are not nutty now, you may be after reading this
Here’s something unique: an American born, English-speaking author whose literary output is only partially in English
For fiction, 2011 was an only slightly better year than it was for movies—and cinematically it was a pretty rotten year
2010? It was a mediocre year for movies but for books it was a little better
To those who claim the horror story/novel is dead—or the horror novel is worn out, or fiction in general is dead, or whatever—I’ve got this to say: you haven’t been paying attention
Here it is: my third annual look back at the year’s literary output