By Bob Freville There’s an inherent problem with the Die Hard series—it hasn’t been good since 1995. Sure, 2007’s Live Free or Die Hard had its dim charms, such as Maggie Q in black leather and the scenery-chewing fan boy Kevin Smith’s cameo as a basement-dwelling hacker. But there was an insufficient amount of awesome
Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four Day Five Day Six Day Seven I would point to your impermanence, but you already know that you will die. Truly, such an obvious fact isn’t worth mentioning. Nor should we dwell on the futility of material satisfaction. Even God admits that it’s fleeting. Even He, the
By Bob Freville The following review originally appeared in Kotori Magazine on June 19th of 2009. It is included here as part of our retro weekend series. “Gasoline, saccharine/I got no reason for the state I’m in/But I know what I am/They know what they are/So let me be.” So go the opening lyrics to
By Trebor Elliverf I’m so glad that I took off work so I could stand in line for 18 hours to buy my new Apple watch. I can see it watching me through the storefront window, anticipating that wondrous moment when we will be united and I will place it on my arm. Can you
SPOILER ALERT: This review contains spoilers, including a discussion of the (absolutely predictable) ending of Mandy. Proceed with caution if you haven’t seen Mandy, or go watch it yourself first (but don’t spend too much money doing so). This is what I remember: Nicolas Cage in a bathroom. His pants are gone, and he’s wearing some sort of
Happy 2019, everyone! What better way to begin the new year than with some badass kindle deals? You know the drill: top notch weird, horror, sci-fi, and whatever else fiction, BookBub style, personally tailored to our reader’s tastes. Looks like the Evenson sale is still going, and I’ve rarely been more excited about a kindle
By Bob Freville In 1997 I was fishing through a used CD bin at my local record store when I came across an album with song titles like “Homage to the Ramones,” “This May Sound Kind of Weird” and “Children of the Corn Nuts.” As a lifelong Ramones fanatic and fat little weirdo, I was
Review by Ben Arzate [Disclaimer: Golden Rod was published by Cabal Books, which is also publishing a novel by me] Jack, a dishwasher obsessed with tea, has contracted a strange disease which turns his penis a deep yellow. After a stint in the hospital due to an attack by dogs, he decides to burn his
By Bob Freville The following review originally appeared in Kotori Magazine on June 27th, 2010. It is included here as part of our Films That Fell Through the Cracks column due to its relative obscurity. Like many of director Chad Ferrin’s delightfully warped grindhouse features, it has not been given the attention it deserves. Easter Bunny Kill!
by Ben Arzate Welcome back to The Unreprinted wherein out-of-print books of every genre are spotlighted, dissected and, in some rare cases, eviscerated. Previously, we found ourselves in the fetishistic fray with Tim Lucas’s sublime novel Throat Sockets. Today’s installment finds Ben Arzate delving into the weird and exotic short stories of artist/musician Michael Gira.
