I have no problem
choosing films of morbid love
from our Netflix queue.
Trouble Every Day
on the recommendation
of The House Next Door.
A film of few words,
buzzing with a quiet dread,
demands haiku squared.
I have no problem
choosing films of morbid love
from our Netflix queue.
Trouble Every Day
on the recommendation
of The House Next Door.
A film of few words,
buzzing with a quiet dread,
demands haiku squared.
Film Experience Blog is hosting a Vampire Blog-a-Thon just in time for Halloween.
I was delighted to see that three bloggers saw fit to write about George A. Romero’s criminally overlooked Martin: Silly Hats Only, Richard Gibson, and Tuwa’s Shanty and The Roots Canal.
Werner Herzog uses all the trappings of the story of Count Drac-oooo-lah in Nosferatu the Vampyre but doesn’t approach it as a tale of terror. Instead, he turns Bram Stoker’s basic plot (and F.W. Murnau’s silent classic) into a contemplative study of sacrifice and tragedy.
That's Just Nitpicking, Isn't It?