by Krista Bonello Rutter Giappone Image by Daniela Attard I have just watched the short film El Gigante (dir. Gigi Saul Guerrero, 2015) by Luchagore Productions, a production team committed to the horror genre. El Gigante is a gory splatterfest, which cleverly combines the familiar ‘backwoods cannibal’ subgenre with that tradition distinct to Mexican film
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The brief was handed to me. Something which depicts Spring, but with a touch of blossoming, rebirth or metamorphosis somewhere in the background; lying there, its presence as subtle as possible. The first part was easy enough. Spring to me means fruit, and in Malta that means sweet, juicy strawberries. But how to best bring
I’ve had my heart hurt this month. Hurt, I tell you! I’ve been accused of not introducing people to the good stuff stuff in a timely enough manner. Me, the POP CULTURE DESTROYER! Thus this month’s columns is at pains to push what I believe is the coolest shit around. Also to badmouth the baddest
Jack sits in a dusty room in a corner of the museum, close to the basement and far from its visitors. The room is the museum’s stack, the last place an artefact is stored until it is catalogued and put away forever. He sits in the cavernous room, among cracked brown skulls and moth eaten
The vibration of a big rig, the hard repetitive thud/smacks of the rubber hitting the uneven concrete separations on the interstate, pulsated through the earth to the stools and seats in the restaurant. It was enough to remind him of the softer click/clack sound steel wheels of rail cars rolling along had made before the