a forgettable zombie movie introduces a cool, rarely seen character: the peppy, bright black girl as a love interest.
I’d be rightfully fucking pissed off to if Irish bastards stole my house and cursed me to Hell! For all Peadar O’Guilin’s novel does right, displacement and genocide is the one thing it flounders on.
I love Invasion of the Body Snatchers. It’s near and dear to my heart, but I will say this: I probably shouldn’t have watched it as a teenager, because Jesus Christ, are these films depressing.
haunted asylum movies keep being made and I don’t like it one bit sir
alternatively: there’s no better way to face your trauma than by shooting it directly in the face.
horny men ruin good books. This is a fact. And The Fungus, written by Australian author John Brosnan (under the pen-name Harry Adam Knight) is no exception to this. And I kinda feel like a dick for speaking against a dead man, but it was so awful that I feel as if I have no choice and I want other people to share in my pain and anger….because I love passing on misery.