We don’t even think much of it anymore. When a horror movie trailer plays, it’s pretty much a given that every girl in said coming attraction will die in really brutally awful ways. Until the last few minutes or so, when the last girl standing — preferably pasty, pale, and virginal — manages to avoid doing anything excessively stupid long enough to survive. Should you find yourself, however unlikely, in a similar situation – Here’s 4 signs you won’t be the first to die: Read the full story
China has made Angry Birds into a real-life attraction. Meaning goodbye petty video game, hello huge Communist theme park with 15 foot tall catapult and other set pieces the government spared no expense in building — so now you can catapult those little f*ckers just as far as you’d like, if you happen to be in China.
Though if anybody noticed, there’s a crucial element missing from the game. Those set pieces really are cheap– and the giant blocks are apparently welded into the stage so that you can’t really knock anything down.
In a cinema dominated by Saw remakes and plain un-scary haunted house films, consider this a personal plea to what was once cinema’s most promising force in horror — a man that now seems to have completely vanished from a genre he once seemed on the verge of re-inventing, and still in dire need of some innovation.
Quentin Tarantino once commented, “Nobody knows how to get under the skin like Clive Barker.” This was after Stephen King had proclaimed that he’d “witnessed the future of horror, and his name is Clive Barker,” something that remained the unofficial Barker movie tagline for many moons. So where in hell has cinema’s horror Jesus gone?
