“Join me, or be destroyed” is a line prattled out by many countless movie monsters. But is this really a choice? Any decision where one option is death isn’t really a choice. It’s a Hobson’s Choice – where the presenter gives two choices, but only one is actually viable. So,…
Mr. Dolly, thank you for joining me for tea today. I do hope you are having a pleasant afternoon. Let me tell you about what happened to me today. First, I was walking down the street, and a car came along and splashing me in the stockings! I was so…
Are you a fan of outrageous, bloody, disgusting, gory deaths? Do you want to see body parts flying every which way? Are you waiting for yet another ear canal damaging shriek, and are longing to see a scantily clad girl fall down just before she’s about to be out of…
Because babysitters are easy to surprise, never carry weapons, and ALWAYS wear miniskirts. That is like the triune of slasher-flick vulnerability.
The City of Sin never sleeps. It’s perfect for vampires. It attracts millions of transients and tourists each year. It also attracts a lot of gambling addicts and prostitutes. But when feeding time comes around, the fiendish hellions of the night can’t be too picky about whom they drain.
Why let comic book heroes and shoot-em-up movies keep all that sweet merchandising gold to themselves? It was time to cash in and scream. . . . all the way to the bank.
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