It’s just a few short hours until the year comes to an end, so — along with pretty much everybody else in the world of blogging — I thought I’d take a look back on the past year of entertainment and my blog. I’m picking my favorites and least favorites, but I’m not getting too fancy with any awards ceremonies or anything like that. You want that, check out Fogs’ Movie Reviews’ Major Awards. The man has put himself through some inhuman suffering to be able to review not just the best but also the worst of the year, and if someone sits through both Jack and Jill and Big Mommas, he deserves some reward for his pain.
Me, I’m just keeping it simple with this one post. A little talk about the blog, a little talk about movies and TV. Continue reading →
There are certain films where, from the moment you hear of them, you know exactly what you’re going to get. Films where the quality of the work is never in doubt for a second. Films where your heart immediately flutters at the thought that you will be able to view such a perfect specimen of its type. Raiders of the Living Dead is such a film. From the moment I read its title, a clear riff on both the adventure classic Raiders of the Lost Ark and the horror classic Night of the Living Dead, I knew that this was a film I had to see. I knew what I would be getting when I dug up this obscure 1986 film: a solid half-pound brick of cheese. And while the film did disappoint slightly by being a mild Colby instead of a nice smoky Gouda, it’s still a worthy contender for any group of movie watchers that feels that a movie marathon should be a metaphorical fondue party. Just look at that poster; you have to love any movie that has such an awesomely ludicrous poster.