Friday, February 26, 2010

The Crazies and Broken Mirrors/Broken Minds

My review of the remake of George Romero's 1973 The Crazies is live on, and here's the surprise: It's good.

And Fangoria just did an online item about the upcoming new edition of my book Broken Mirrors/Broken Minds: The Dark Dreams of Dario Argento, which is due out in April. Read it here.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Attack of the monster beach party movie pastiches — kind of cool and way camp

Hallelujah! My technical problems have been solved (it only took my web host's IT department a week or so, but hey — I'm trying to count my blessings) and I can post again.

So to celebrate, I added reviews of Charles Busch's Psycho Beach Party and the recent Monster Beach Party A-Go Go.

The're both flawed, but Psycho Beach Party features an early turn by the then-unknown Amy Adams, and Monster Beach Party A-Go Go has a slammin' sound track. Take a look and let me know what you think!

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Clap for The Wolfman... or Not

It's opening under a black cloud of gossip and dire speculation — why has its opening been delayed so many times; how come there was only a single screening; could it possibly be as bad as Van Helsing — and I certainly can't say it's great. But I didn't hate The Wolfman: Del Toro is good, the look is pure '60s Hammer, and at least there are no sparkly vampires. M review is live here.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Who on the Superbowl

So, I'm rewatching White of the Eye ("I believe in miracles, oh baby... you sexy thing") -- which to my dismay remains unavailable on region 1 DVD; I own a Dutch copy -- but I took a break to see The Who do the Superbowl half-time show.

Am I the only person who wanted to cry? Not that they put on a bad show -- they didn't.
But there's something painful about seeing game-changing musicians rehashing songs that put them on the cultural map 40 years ago.

And now a digression. I just went to the gas station across the street -- staffed entirely, I think, by emigrees from Lagos -- to buy a litre of coca-cola for my better half and the fellow at the window, whom I've seen many times mopping the floors and tidying the shelves, looked at me and said, "You're not American, are you? You're European -- where are you from?"

Odd moment. Because I was born in the United States, but my mother is English and my upbringing was so much more English than American; my nightmares were about Myra Hindley and Ian Brady, not Charlie Manson and his girls. In fact, the first time I heard about Manson's family I was in London... odd. And You Sexy Thing will haunt me forever.