THE INFINITE MAN
This was the first collection by the late William Relling, Jr.—or would have been, at least, had its publisher not gone belly-up before THE INFINITE MAN’S scheduled 1989 publication
This was the first collection by the late William Relling, Jr.—or would have been, at least, had its publisher not gone belly-up before THE INFINITE MAN’S scheduled 1989 publication
That George A. Romero, who died on July 16, 2017, was one of the most important horror moviemakers of his generation, and indeed of all time, goes without saying
The infamous Ramsay Brothers made this 1990 horror fest, one of the last entries in India’s “Gloom Boom” period of genre cinema
Nosferatu and Frankenstein are classics. But there’s an inescapable fact that few are willing to acknowledge: neither movie is very good.
I’ve always found Zelazny overrated, after all, and nor am I too fond of the type of whimsical silliness that suffuses A NIGHT IN THE LONESOME OCTOBER.
It’s really too bad about this book, a young adult novel with a complexity and ambition you don’t usually find in such fare, but which ultimately fails to reach its full potential.
Surprisingly, this novel isn’t all that bad–even if it contains the expected hasty prose and wobbly storytelling I’ve come to expect from movie novelizations–being quite slick and enjoyable overall.
What this perilously slim 82-page trifle lacks is the poetic charge and dark eroticism of Rollin’s best films.