Friday, September 26, 2014
Hey there! Just wanted to let everyone know we're once again planning a month-long tribute to our favorite time of the year by bringing you the Festival of Fear starting Wednesday, October 1.
While we thoroughly enjoy bringing you lists, it becomes exceedingly difficult to come up with a new list every day, so this year we are doing something a little different.
Over the years, FWF has debuted several ongoing features that highlight days of the week. It started out with Sunday Bloody Sunday and just went crazy from there. We've done True Story Tuesday (in which we look into films based on true stories), Wordless Wednesday (seems self-explanatory I think), Friday Flashback (with a focus on films of the past that we still can't get enough of), etc., etc.
So we're going to incorporate some of those themes for the month and add a few more, like our popular Roots of Horror feature, some original lists (you knew we wouldn't completely leave the month go without a few!), and a brand spankin' new feature that starts Thursday Oct 2. We think you'll like the content. But we're not telling what it is just yet....
So stay tuned, readers...we've got loads of good stuff coming your way!! It's the most wonderful time of the year!
Here's a few teasers for things you'll see here on the blog throughout the month....
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Frailty, the directorial debut by actor Bill Paxton, is an underrated gem that at first glance almost appears as tame as an episode of Lassie- with a small Texas family just making ends meet but happy with the cards they've been dealt.
It's a dark, rainy night when Fenton Meiks (Matthew McConaughey) walks into FBI headquarters and insists to speak to the lead agent, stating that he has pertinent information regarding the 'God's Hand Killer, a serial murderer eluding capture in the Dallas area. He claims the killer is his younger brother, Adam, and says he can prove it by showing the agent where the bodies are buried. Agent Doyle (Powers Boothe) at first thinks Fenton daft, but after listening to a few minutes of the improbable tale, he reconsiders. And Fenton continues as we blast back to the past...
A father (Bill Paxton, whom we'll simply refer to as "Dad" because no name was given) is raising two young sons, Fenton (Matt O'Leary) and Adam (Jeremy Sumpter), on his own after his wife died giving birth to the youngest. For all intents and purposes, they seem like quite the content family, with older Fenton taking care of Adam while Dad is at work, then the three sit down at dinner and discuss their day.
It's obvious without a word spoken than Fenton thinks his dad has flipped his lid. Younger, more impressionable Adam has doubts but is willing to cast them aside because it's his daddy. And daddies are only there to protect you. If God spoke to Daddy then whatever God said must be law.
When the film bounces back to real-time on occasion, we can feel the pain and hurt of the life that Fenton has lead. The truly agonizing decisions that have been made affected the entire family, and left his adult brother Adam with a gun at his temple, saying he couldn't take it anymore. But there is more to the story that is best left unsaid. Newcomers to this film need to experience this movie without knowing anything at all, like I did. I first saw it many years ago and just recently revisited it. I'd forgotten how powerful it is.
All in all, Paxton's direction is as first-rate as his acting, and when the film comes together for its final act, which is perhaps a tad predictable but nonetheless shocking, it's easy to place it among the best of thrillers, a psychological mind-boggler of the very best kind. Seek this out, by all means.
Friday, September 19, 2014
|"ABOVE MY FLOORBOARDS"|
Art is inspiring. A painting turns a solid wall into a window—even a portal—into another world. In the Dark Arts series, the worlds are dark and unusual, and maybe even disturbingly familiar. They are realms of shadow, madness, violence and ethereal beauty. Indulge with me in our featured artist of the month.
Today we are highlighting Sam Wolfe Connelly, an artist from NYC whose worlds are haunted by strange and beautiful women.
His work has been featured in galleries all over the United States, and in a dozen different publications. He has done covers for Night Shade Books (Hitchers by Will McIntosh), Evil Ink Comics (The Amory Wars), Penguin Books (Love Stories by Ludmisha Petrushevska) and has illustrated stories for Tor.com.
Connelly’s oil paintings capture nocturnal visions of ghosts, witches, murderers, and some creatures we don’t have names for. They take place in shadow-veiled woods and old, dark houses. A few of his pieces appear like flash photography, and give one the sense that this moment—now captured—was never meant to be seen. It is tempting to get lost in the places Connelly creates, but be warned that once entered, one will not come out the same.
You can view all of Sam Wolfe Connnelly’s artwork at his website, HERE.
|"THIS OLD HOUSE"|
|"WHAT LIES IN MAINE"|
|"BAT RIDER" (editor's favorite!)|
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
But it has also left me with a great deal of thanks to him for brightening my days with laughter and for making me think a little bit when he turned on the drama. While films like Dead Poet's Society and Good Will Hunting showed us his vast dramatic acumen, there are other films of his that showcased his complex talent for bringing emotion to life on the screen.
One of these overlooked gems is One Hour Photo.
Sy Parrish is a middle-aged photo tech at a big box chain store (think Wal Mart) called Savmart. On the surface, Sy seems like your ordinary store clerk, just trying to get through his day so he can get home to the wife and kids. But look deeper. You soon learn that Sy leads a pretty pathetic life, a solitary existence in which he is more likely to heat up a tv dinner for supper and sit around watching reruns of Barney Miller. There is no wife. There are no kids. There's not even a cat. Unfortunately, Sy is more reclusive and introverted than you think. He is also one fry short of a happy meal. His job at Savmart is all he lives for. Well, that and the Yorkin family.
The Yorkins, Will (Michael Vartan), Nina (Connie Nielsen) and their nine year old son Jake (Dylan Smith) are Sy's favorite customers. He lets them know this when they come to the Savmart but not in an overly obvious way. He takes their order and comments on things that happen in their lives, even going as far as to give Jake a "free" throwaway camera for his birthday.
But Sy takes it a bit further than that. He lives vicariously through them as he develops all their photographs and secretly makes copies of each picture for himself.
In one of the creepiest moments in the film, we see just what he is doing with all those photos. He has wallpapered his entire wall with their lives. The Yorkins remain unaware of Sy's psychological problems and when Nina and Jake often drop film off they make polite conversation and seem only mildly rattled when Sy seems to remember key elements of their lives, brushing it off by reminding them that he takes great pride in developing their pictures. Jake even feels empathy for Sy, admitting that "Sy the photo guy" seems very sad and that he doesn't think he has anyone that loves him.
Sy attempts to involve himself matter-of-factly into their lives by doing things like showing up at the mall where Nina shops to run into her and chat, buying Jake a toy he notices him admiring, and happening upon Will in the hardware department of the store to see if he can help him even though it's not his section. He implants himself gregariously, even imagining scenarios in which he enters their home and is showering, making dinner, and watching television until the Yorkins get home and time stops - and then they laugh and joke with "Uncle Sy". It's all very unsettling when you realize just how sad and potentially alarming Sy's behavior is.
When Sy develops some photos which show Will and another woman very obviously having an affair, this sends Sy over the deep end - and that is when things get scary. Sy begins to envision scenarios in which he confronts Will, and even easily sets it up so that Nina gets her hands on the incriminating photos. Meanwhile, Sy's work suffers and his boss (played with flavor by Gary Cole) notices the photo count is way off base. Questioning him about where all the extra photos are, he ends up firing him when Sy denies taking the pictures.
When Sy finally snaps, it is the same time that the police become involved, leading to a show-down of sorts that goes in unexpected ways you won't see coming. There is nothing loud or demonstrative about this film, but its quiet doom is malignant.
Robin Williams was a true talent, and is no different here. His Sy is so incredibly unnerving - so foreboding, that it almost feels possible to understand how someone could be depressed enough to do something completely out of sorts. If I'd have seen this film before Williams' suicide, I think I'd have felt the same way, but this is such a clear picture of a desperately lonely man that it almost feels like I took a peek into reality - and what I saw was melancholy, somber, and most of all troubled. I don't want to say that Robin Williams was able to easily emulate the character of Sy because of his own growing despondency, but in watching One Hour Photo, it is there. It is just....there. I would like to choose to believe he's just that good of an actor....but everyone puts a little bit of themselves into a role. Here, it felt like a lot.
Regarding the film, whether or not it showcased true emotions peeking through is not for me to say. What I will say is that this is a great movie about a very lonely individual who let the lines of reality blur, causing him to shatter his existence as he knew it and fade into someone else's life. It's a portrait of depression, isolation, and heartache whose final act only lays bare these facts: there are people out there that no matter how kind you are to them, they are not living based in reality - and someday they are going to crack. We just need to either be aware and try to help, or stay the hell out of their way before they turn into a sociopath.