Thursday, April 23, 2015

Poor Ben Tramer

I always imagined Loomis tortured himself over the death of Tramer.  He was seconds away from emptying his gun into him on a street lined with trick-or-treaters when the Sheriff grabbed at his arm...forcing the drunk Tramer to head off into another direction...and into the path of a patrol car, and into the path of a van, and then, well.

Or maybe that was just my interpretation of the death of Tramer...maybe he didn't even see Loomis and his gun.

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Here's the scene.  Just re-watched it.  I'm afraid Loomis was totally responsible for Ben heading off into the path of a moving car.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

You Are Here =>

This is pretty cool:


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

James Wan's The Entity

Click below to hear my reaction when I learned the team behind The Conjuring was remaking a favorite ghost film of mine:



Before mine eyes in opposition sits
Grim Death, my son and foe. 

John Milton

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Happy Birthday, Antonio Bay

Jurassic World

Pretty nifty trailer. 
Looks nice and monstery.


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Saturday, April 18, 2015


A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.
What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said “Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”


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