THE HONEYMOON KILLERS
Perhaps the ultimate true crime movie, a dramatization of the crimes of the 1940s-era Lonely Hearts Killers that’s as garish and horrific as anyone could possibly desire
Perhaps the ultimate true crime movie, a dramatization of the crimes of the 1940s-era Lonely Hearts Killers that’s as garish and horrific as anyone could possibly desire
Serial killer biopics are a dime a dozen these days, but in 1986 there was nothing quite like HENRY, which remains a stunner
HEAVENLY CREATURES was the first “serious” film by Peter Jackson, and it remains one of his absolute best
One of the unfortunate realities of being a movie buff, especially a bad movie buff, is running into—or better yet, stepping in—“films” like those listed below
Here I’m going to delve into the odd and fascinating relic that is THE PIT: A GROUP ENCOUNTER DEFILED by Gene Church and Conrad D. Carnes
A profoundly insane reminiscence adequately summed up by its own ungainly subtitle: “The memoirs of Bob Hope’s and Henry Kissinger’s mind-controlled slave…Used as a presidential sex toy and personal computer”
Q: What do THE MARTYR by David Meltzer, LET’S GO PLAY AT THE ADAMS’ by Mendal Johnson and THE GIRL NEXT DOOR by Jack Ketchum have in common? A: They’re among the most profoundly disturbing novels of their respective decades
Publishing-wise 2012 contained more than its share of good, and sometimes even great, books
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
2004: it’s been quite a year