Sorry I missed a week there – I’ve been busy with some other very exciting projects, including launching my new film site, No But Listen, which I would love for you to go check out (hey, here’s even an article about Stephen King!). But without further ado, now that we’re only a day away from Halloween and hyped with Stranger Things fever, let’s take a look at Stephen King’s seminal classic, Carrie.
By now, you’ve probably heard about the Harvey Weinstein scandal; big-name movie producer around whom rumours have swirled for years is finally fired after a series of articles detail his decades-long sexual harassment of various female employees and acquaintances. And honestly, my first reaction to this was, “well, duh.”.
Okay, I have something to admit: I don’t love Blade Runner.
With an episode as good as last week’s one, there’s always going to be a comedown. But, to my pleasant surprise, this week’s outing Holes wasn’t as big a drop as it could have been.
THE DREAM TEAM
I wrote last year about How to Get Away with Murder and, well, I was pretty bloody excited about it then. And I stand by that! The mid-season finale, the one where the show killed off it’s main character, Wes Gibbins (Alfred Enoch), is still one of the most effectively shocking and mind-bogglingly memorable moments in recent small-screen memory. But the second half of the season left something to be desired, with ridiculous plot machinations in order to avoid incriminating one of the other main characters in Wes’ death and having to get rid of them too, and now, with the show returning for a fourth season, it’s becoming clear that while the show made a brave and bold choice in killing off it’s leading character, there’s a reason that other shows don’t do it too – and that’s because it just might not work.
So, it’s been just over a year since I finished university – I graduated in June 2016, which feels like an almost comically long time ago now. And, in the months that have intervened, I have found things…well, different.
We are raped and we are raped and we are raped and we are raped.
The novelty has thoroughly worn off quitting smoking.
Have this horrifying picture of me.
I went to see Hounds of Love today, writer/director Ben Young’s debut feature revolving around the story of an suburban Australian couple (played by Emma Booth and Stephen Curry) carrying out a series of violent abductions, rapes and murders to assuage his twisted sexual appetites. We pick up as they abduct Vicky (Ashleigh Cummings) and carry out a series of physical and sexual assaults on the teenager, and a battle of wills begins between the younger woman and the older.
Yeah, so it’s been three straight weeks since I last wrote one of these and I’m sorry for that. It’s summer, which means most of my time has been spent hanging out at the park near my house in full camo gear watching cute dogs from the bushes doing greatly interesting and very cool summer things that a peon like you could only dream of. Yeah, that should do it. Side note: if you are looking for some romance and erotica that is not quite as crushingly badly written as this, please check out the “buy my books!” section I just installed above. And on with the round!
The Cutprice Guignol 