I guess a post title like “In Case Of Emergency, BREAK GLASS. Slash Wrists With GLASS” is too extreme, huh? Anyway, the film is doing as I thought, as in fine with most horror fans and OK to so-so with critics who don’t quite see what the fuss is about or worse, go in with Cabin in the Woods expectations. Whatever. I didn’t like Cabin that much (despite it doing some fun things with the genre), the SCREAM movies annoyed me (again, some fun stuff, but overrated AND too many sequels) and don’t even get me started on those “found footage” flicks where someone has an old video camera with the battery life of a Galaxy Note III. Yeah, you Blair Witch Project. That ending was freaky, but I didn’t feel the least bit frightened by the rest of the film (and I’ve seen it three times just to make sure).
Hmmm… I don’t believe in “ghosts” either, so Paranormal Activity made me laugh at the people in the theater jumping at flying sheets or whatever. And as for The Exorcist? The hospital scenes were FAR scarier than any of that head spinning possessed crap. Which means the more superstitious you are, the least likely your survival odds will be when that ASPCA truck full of black cats tips over near that outdoor mall sale on ladders and mirrors which will get your heart racing before some kid running out of that mall in his 90% off Halloween costume (he’ll be a ghost or the devil) puts you down for the count. Welcome to your nightmare!
OK, maybe I’m too much of a curmudgeon here, but I won’t tell you what NOT to watch as it’s up to you where you eat your popcorn at the end of the day…
Well, well, well. Digital games are good for something after all. I’d purchased an inexpensive boxed copy of 
It just hit me a few days ago that Francis York Morgan (just call him York!) looks a little like the late film actor Montgomery Clift. Now, I haven’t mentioned this to him just yet, as he’s been out and very busy on this Red Seeds Killer case, but it’s a striking near-resemblance, don’t you think? Well, OK, the hair is different, but it’s raining in that screenshot. Here’s something tragically hip, though. Just as Monty had a terrible auto accident in 1956 that left scars and forever changed his life, York arrives in Greenvale thanks to a car wreck of his own. He’s unhurt, however… but like this real-life Hollywood actor, he’s got some demons to deal with both inside and out on his strange journey in and around that sleepy little town plagued by a vicious killer. Hmmm. I wonder if there’s a movie being made about this particular incident and who’s going to be cast as the handsome, troubled profiler with an unusual past? I’d bet it would be Monty Clift if times were shifted and he was around today looking like he did in this photograph… “There I go again shaking, but I ain’t got the chills…”
Hmmm… One of these days I’ll need to ask Game Director Swery 65 about his cinematic influences when creating this game. I know it started life as an homage of sorts to David Lynch’s amazingly weird and wonderful Twin Peaks, but once you play the game, you’ll see other elements pop up. Hmmm… how does the man find the time to watch movies when he’s got all of Greenvale to watch over to make sure only the strange stuff that HAS to happen there happens when it needs to happen? Oh well – I’ll let him finish that beer before I bug him about this. I don’t want to interrupt anyone enjoying an adult beverage with any silly questions…
Hey, you. Yeah, YOU. Bring back your damn books, people. ON TIME. And movies, too – this isn’t the local Blockbuster (which went out of business, by the way). The last few times I was at the library here, I had to listen to a few dopes who were shocked, SHOCKED that they couldn’t hang onto that thing they borrowed for six whole months plus tax. Granted, a librarian giving you a talking to and arched eyebrow is a lot better than the Dark Savant coming after you. Then again, I don’t have a clue what the staff is like at your local free media take-out emporium. Anyway, knock it off. This has been a public service announcement – we now resume our regularly scheduled programming… 
I think there’s a conspiracy going on at HBO to make me laugh myself to death. And you, too. First we get Al Pacino as Phil Spector (not a terrible film if you care about the subject matter, but those wigs were too much) and now it’s Michael Douglas as Liberace and Matt Damn as his chauffeur and lover Scott Thorson. What, that book Scott wrote fell on some HBO exec’s head when he was cleaning out his closet and he had the bright idea to greenlight this potential train-dreck? Hey, even as a kid I knew Liberace was “different”, but seriously… who cares? Like Paul Lynde, Jim Nabors, Rip Taylor and other gay celebrities I first saw on TV in the late 60’s and into the 70’s and onward, I didn’t see them as anything other than entertainers that seemed a bit more lively and fun to watch than other stars when they popped up on TV. “Circle gets the Square!”, indeed. Meh, Bugs Bunny did the best Liberace impersonation, anyway:
"DESTROY ALL FANBOYS!" 