So, it turns out that once you start making new phrases out of movie titles like this, a visit to the movies becomes a major let-down if you can’t find a pairing that works. Life is cruel.
I don’t know if you know, but there’s movie review sites out there specifically for Christian parents. It tells fellow concerned Christian parents about the current releases, paying special attention to issues specific to their target audience: is there, you know, any “funny stuff”? Any pre-marital hanky-panky? Do any of the characters take the Lord’s… Continue reading Million Dollar Idea #1: A movie-review site for dog owners
Sometimes, the build-up to a movie is as important as the watching – how you feel as you get ready to watch a film will inevitably color how much you enjoy the film itself. For example? I’m pleased I pretended you asked. I remembered liking the original John Wick movie – an action movie with… Continue reading Review: On John Wick Chapter 2
It turns out that I completely missed the 80s slasher-movie craze. I wasn’t even 10 years old when it started, and too busy watching Purple Rain to pay much attention to anything more grown-up (apparently). Eventually, I did see Halloween, but the other two of the holy trinity – Friday 13th and A Nightmare on… Continue reading A Nightmare on Elm Street: For the Kids
Why do we like what we like? It’s a tricky question to answer honestly and accurately, but let’s, in this safe corner of the scary WWW, try to be honest with ourselves. We don’t always love things for obvious reasons, for the “right” reasons, but we can love them all the same. This, for example,… Continue reading Donnie Darko: It’s Good to Talk
Everything you’ve done, everything you’ve experienced, everything someone said to you has a chance of adding another facet to your character. It’s enough to make you never want to leave the house, isn’t it? But what about the media we absorb every day – not the news, views, and eye-bleeding hate that passes for political… Continue reading On Why We Like What We Like
Prince came to live with me in Xmas 1984 (or maybe ’85), via the kind of cassette tape you could pick up for a couple of quid at any market stall in the country during those prehistoric, lawless times. As I listened, wearing out the tape, he told me strange, unknowable things, things I sometimes… Continue reading On Losing an Imaginary Friend