Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
The new trailer
And here are two of the short films that inspired this feature.
WARNING NSFW! UNETETHERED WANGDOODLES ARE VISIBLE!
No Halloween feels complete without honoring one of horror cinema's favorite gentleman -- the great Vincent Price. The Gothic god's iconic voice, pitch black humor and near elastic, melodramatic expressions served him well through a colorful career not only as one of horror's leading men, but also as an art and antique collector, gourmet cook, quiz show enthusiast, author and ghoulishly delightful raconteur. ..
('Masque Of The Red Death' remains one of my favorite horror films)
Wry, cynical and full of off-beat humor, APOCALYPSE, CA is the story of John Parsons and his ill-fated friends as they prepare for certain death at the hands of a massive asteroid, sex-inducing drugs, a three-hundred foot giant, and a horde of other unfortunate problems. APOCALYPSE, CA is an indie cult film of catastrophic proportions, featuring outstanding visual effects from artists Ryan Wieber (Ryan vs. Dorkman) and Teague Chrystie (The Pacific) in this feature film directorial debut by Chad Peter (behind the popular Internet short films, Sex, Drugs & Natalie Portman & Roleplayed).
Images from Tim Burton's Superman adaption that never got off the ground will make you shout "Great Caesar's Ghost!"
I don't tend to get all that persnickety about movies being different from the comics but What the Hell?
Thanks to TOPLESS ROBOT for this...
Tomorrow will mark my 17th wedding anniversary- 17 years of love, laughter and the occasional cries of "What the Hell is wrong with you?" Vanessa Bruno is more than ever expected in a wife and sometimes she was far more than I deserved. Since she came into my world she has been the source of every good thing that ever happened to me. 17 years later and I can't imagine anywhere else than by her side.
Artifacts and Heirlooms
Angel Hair And Baby’s Breath
From Tales From The Oddside
The Same Deep Waters As You
A Vision For The Future
THE SCRAPYARD DIARIES
Innocent When You Dream
THE SCRAPYARD DIARIES
On A Foggy Night
THE SCRAPYARD DIARIES
THE SCRAPYARD DIARIES
THE SCRAPYARD DIARIES
THE SCRAPYARD DIARIES
The Ocean Doesn't Want Me (Read by the author)
If you enjoyed any of these let me know and be sure to share them with your friends.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
(an excerpt from In The Shadow Of His Nemesis)
Al Bruno III
He had come here with a gun, a handful of black rubies and orders not to return empty handed. Typical of the way the Kuen-Yuin treated their middlemen.
Here he was, waiting in the woods, in the dark to try and cut a He could hear the sound of cars passing up and down the Northway but he was too far from the roadside to see their headlights or for any of the drivers to see him. It was a stupid place for a meeting, there were a dozen other places they could have used instead. This was just paranoia as far as Mich was concerned, or a trap. Either way he'd been a fool to wear his best suit.
Mich realized he wasn't alone. He waited for the shape to resolve itself out of the shadows of the treeline before he spoke, “Galen Delaworg?”
“What's that sound?”
“I'm Michlyund Cross. We spoke on the phone.”
His voice became dangerous with panic, “I said what was that sound?”
At first Mich tried to decide if one of them had been followed or if Galen was crazy as well as being a coward. Then he realized what the man was talking about. Mich said, “You mean this?”
“That’s me.” Mich tried to sound soothing, “I have dentures and I suck at them until they pop. It's a bad habit, if it bugs you I'll stop.”
After a long pause the other man drew closer, “I'm Galen. What did the Kuen-Yuin have to say? Can they help?”
“Sure they can, but right now they’re still thinking about cost versus benefits.”
“I don’t even know if you can protect me...” Galen ran his hands through his hair.
“Oh we can protect you and you can trust us. You’ll be like family.” Mich offered a smile that was as charming as it was ghoulish.
Footsteps approached from out of the dark, their gait casual and confident. Each man shot the other an accusatory glare.
“Evening boys.” A feminine voice said, “Nice night isn’t it?”
“Please don’t try to run again Galen.” A male voice said, “Let’s be adults about this.
Mich’s hand snaked into his pocket. He’d heard about these two, Sauno and Ginnmett... It looked like he was going home empty handed, if he was going home at all.
Sauno spoke, “And I must say I’m very disappointed that your people would get involved in this mess. We aren’t some law enforcement agency the Kuen-Yuin can thumb their noses at, we allow you to exist.”
“Hey partner,” Ginnmett said, “I think someone is going to- ”
Galen Delaworg ran, making his way for the roadside.
“Must have a car waiting nearby,” Sauno said, “You take care of this one.”
“Will do,” She watched her partner tear off after their quarry, then she turned her attention to Mich, “Wow huh?”
“I don’t want any trouble.” He started to back away. How fast could one of these things run? He didn’t know.
“Wow,” she grinned. “Are you in the wrong line of work.”
“This is all a misunderstanding.” Mitch, kept backing up, his hand clasping the gun. They said these things had a weak spot somewhere. Everything had to have a weak spot didn’t it?
“I’ll be honest with you,” she began to keep pace with them. “I’m not into confrontations. Now Peirs, he craves them. He’s very visceral.”
More screaming from the woods and the sound of something being dragged, what were they doing to him? He almost felt sorry for Galen.
“Now you know what I think?” Ginnmett said, “I think misunderstandings like this could be avoided if we had someone in the Kuen-Yuin. This might be your big chance for advancement Michlyund.”
“Like Hell,” he said. “I know what you do to people.”
“It sounds to me like you don't know anything at all,” her voice was full of pity. “Make no mistake that if you cross the Monarchs you pay to consequences but were not into cruelty for cruelty's sake.”
More screams and a sound like a tree shattering.
“Well maybe Peirs,” she shrugged. “But you, we have no quarrel with you. You're just doing your job, just following orders, just like me. Does it really matter who you take orders from in the long run?”
Mich backed up into a tree, she was too close now, he leveled the gun at her “You eat people.”
“No,” she said. “We repurpose them. Nothing is wasted, not a single thought.”
“Do you think I was always what you see now? The Monarchs gave me all this. They made me important,” The gun was right in her face but she barely seemed to notice, “you don't have to be afraid. You're all so afraid of entropy, you try to hold it back with your prayers and spells. Do you think if we just up and vanished one day that the world wouldn't end? That it all wouldn't end?”
Mitch shook his head, she was making a crazy kind of sense. He closed his eyes and tried to remember all the horror stories he'd heard on the street about the Monarchs. “Shut up,” he said. “Shut up.”
“We're all going to die Michlyund but you can be so happy until that moment. We can all be so merry,” She held out her hand.
It seemed to Mitch like the entire forest had gone silent; there was something so sweet about her smiles and promises. This was what it all came down to he realized. The Monarchs or oblivion. He decided on the safer option and put the pistol to the side of his head.
Helen Ginnmett didn't even flinch at the gunshot, she just watched the body slump against the tree. When she did speak her voice was full of exasperation, “Cheese and crackers...”
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
The Doctor can regenerate 507 times? Works for me!
Luckily, Tombs of the Blind Dead was more than a pleasure to watch. And well I mean, you know how the Italian language is pretty close to Spanish? Well the same goes for their films more or less--as several points throughout the film I thought for a minute I saw a flash of Bava. We are immersed into a similar atmosphere where the hollowing wind provides a steady soundtrack, the only difference is that rotting skeletons are the be all, end all of bad guys. Thank God for this movie...
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010
What the Hell was I thinking?
Monday, October 25, 2010
In The Shadow Of His Nemesis
Chapter Eighty Seven
By AL BRUNO III
Saturday, December 4th 1996
It was a sensation of swirling downwards yet spiraling up. She felt the material world settle into place around her. Some part of her, some part of her buried deep inside, mourned the loss of that directionless chaos. She tried to orient herself, her senses returning one by one; there was the December cold settling into her bones, there were the pale white clouds passing overhead doing their best to obscure the sun, then there was the crisp smell of the forest.
And someone was calling her name, “Isobel!”
Isobel knew that voice and she knew should answer but she didn’t want to just yet. For now she lacked the energy to do anything more than lie flat on her back and wait. The sensation of being drawn in two directions continued and with it there was the realization brewing that something about her was about to change.
No. She realized, the change had begun weeks ago, she had just been too busy to notice. A deal had been forged, an agreement she had been a party too even though she could not remember or understand the specifics.
“Isobel!” the voice cried again.
Was that Zeth’s voice following after it, “Where is she?”
A new cloud was working its way through the sky, it was dark and twisted in the air like an exotic kite. As a child Isobel had loved to fly kites with her brother. In truth he had flown the kites while she had watched. She had never the touch to get the damn things airborne on her own but her brother had been an expert coaxing them to rise higher and higher, teasing them into doing tricks.
Growing up she and Warren had shared many adventures but their lives had moved on and she barely spared them a thought until now.
“What is that?” Hao’s voice had moved from concern to outright panic.
Those adventures had given away to tawdry dramas and then to monotony. Needs and responsibilities had replaced wonder. Learning that anger was easier than love had been such an easy lesson.
The tendril of darkness squirmed and twisted in the air. It was growing closer. It looked alive, alive and terrified like a snake in the path of an oncoming car. It was getting lower now, zeroing in.
“There she is!” Zeth’s sharpshooter eyes had seen her first.
“Oh Phalen’s bones...” Hao cried, “Get up Isobel! Get up!”
Get up? What was the use of getting up when the whole world was determined to push her back down again? It was best to stay where she was, to wait and see what happened, to wait and see if she could remember what had been promised to her as she fell towards the Engines of Creation.
Except... had it really been her decision in the end? Hadn’t there been another voice that had first shouted her down and then won her over?
The dark ribbon was speeding downwards, moving and twisting like a bolt of befouled lightning.
The moment was coming now. Her stomach fluttered in terror and anticipation.
Then she was engulfed in a shadow that squirmed and howled.
“The Creationist has begun destroying natural history museums,” the Maven said, “once again his modus operandi has evolved.”
He had enjoyed the thrill of driving in the nude, at least until his car broke down leaving him in public with an exposed manifold.
He cried havoc several times but the dogs of war just kept sniffing each others butts.
It was her dream to win the world's record for eating the most ice cream, and after a rocky road her dream came true.
The senator explained that he was a culture warrior and his being in a rest stop bathroom wearing a ball gag was reconnaissance.
A temporal rift sent parts of his spice rack to the future creating a thyme paradox for Rosemary.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
I had a good view of her as I walked through the car park. I don’t think I have ever wanted someone so badly. She was beautiful; perhaps east European or Russian. Long dark hair framed her sculptured delicate features, high cheekbones and piercing ice-blue eyes. She was dressed casually but what she wore looked expensive. Her clothes clung to a thin, toned, surgically enhanced body. Everything about her said money, success and power...
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“Did you remember to shut the windows in the back of the house? I can still feel a breeze.”
“I’ll get them in a little while. I’m listening to the game.”
“Do you hear that? It sounds like someone’s screaming...