Today, Hollywood’s horror scene lost a member of its royalty, with the passing of Wes Craven. While there is a good deal of idealistic memorialising no doubt going regarding his career – which let’s be fair, was as filled with flops as it was with shocks – I feel the need instead to leap to defense to one of his most maligned successes; Scream (1996). While Scream’s legacy was, as was the case with the bulk of Craven’s hits, hindered by a string of less effective sequels, and while it arrived on screens very much toward the end of the ‘slasher picture’ rising star, in a box-office lull where horror looked destined for the bargain-bin, to my mind its genre-savvy social commentary and cutting social critiques make it the very apex of its cinematic genome.
It’s the wrestling event of the year (apart from Wrestlemania), tonight LIVE FROM NEW YORK, it’s SUMMERSLAAAAAM. And we aren’t there. Not even remotely. But we don’t need to be to have launched our new podcast Wrestling with Hegemony. With the boom of wrestling content on the site, and the huge window to presents us to further discuss dominant ideas and popular culture that interlinks with Hollywood and everything else, it seemed only logical for Jack Brindelli and Charlie Giggle to produce the only pre-show that matters. Byron Saxton, eat your heart out. If it goes well, it should become a weekly format where we can gather wrestling politicos to discuss heavyweight issues like capitalist ideology, nationalist rhetoric and John Cena wrestling a dead baby.
So without further delay, here is the very first episode. Enjoy.
As I fumbled for the right change in the cinema foyer, preparing to see Pixar’s latest cinematic extravaganza, whatever incompetent forces dwell within my left frontal lobe dropped a bit of a clanger. Whoever was working the controls probably wants putting on garden leave, as I dozily ordered two tickets to “Inside Me”, much to the wilting embarrassment of the Vue cashier. The best review that I can give of Inside Out, is that it was interminably worth the momentary embarrassment.
Adam Hofmeister takes a personal look at the bizarre yet poignant world of Netflix cartoonBoJack Horseman, and what it has to say to those who may find themselves wandering into it.
“You know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with just slowly spilled out of me, and now it’s all gone. And I’ll never get it back in me. It’s too late. Life is a series of closing doors, isn’t it?”
– BoJack Horseman, Horse MajeureContinue reading →
RODDY PIPER. I LOVE YOU FOREVER. GOD BLESS YOU BUBBA — The Iron Sheik (@the_ironsheik) July 31, 2015
I have said before that I am not a lifelong wrestling fan, but a relative newbie. However, there were three wrestlers from the Golden Age I knew very well despite my overall ignorance: Hulk Hogan (oh, how the mighty have fallen), “Macho Man” Randy Savage and, of course, Roderick George Toombs, better known to the world as ‘Rowdy’ Roddy Piper. Continue reading →
The following are the minutes of the first Norwich Radical Film Festival organising meeting. 16 people showed up, and we had some extremely promising discussions. In the words of one of those attending “if we pull this off it could be huge”, which also makes it sound like we’re planning a heist, so that gives us added cool points. If you’re interested in getting in on the plan, the next meeting will be held on Saturday 22nd August 2015 at 3pm in the Playhouse’s Playroom – for more information email email@example.com.
Organising meeting #1 – 01/08/2015
In attendance: Katy Q, Marion, Andrew, Jan, Silvia, John, Katy D, Jan 2, Ann, Nigel, Thom, Andrew, Tom, Franco, David, Jack
Aims of the festival
– We aim to give a platform to film-makers of all ages, nationalities and backgrounds to tell the stories they feel need telling. That can be in the form of politically oriented documentaries, or more art-house, abstract, or entertaining fiction. It will not only seek to screen films already deemed important in terms of their content, but to give new talent a chance to take up the fight for themselves. Continue reading →
Across the country, film festivals presenting amateurs an opportunity to shine have taken their locality by storm, from Liverpool to Bristol to Tolpuddle. As a son of Norwich, I don’t know why my city should be any different. Continue reading →