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(Not So) Deep Thoughts of the Pop Cultural Persuasion, Part 3

This being October, there's lots of horror packed into this latest potpourri post. Over at Horror Geek Life, I recently explored the powerful gender commentary layered throughout American Mary (2012). The film was written and directed by Jen and Sylvia Soska (pictured above, #twinning), and opened six years ago. Here's an excerpt from the essay:
At one point, Mary asks her boss at the club, “Do you think I’m crazy?” Is Mary crazy? Or is she a women pushed too far, by financial distress and the constant, daily, ever-present threat of toxic masculinity? 
I think it's one of the best horror films in recent memory, a truly visceral and thought-provoking experience. It also features an exceptionally brave performance from Katharine Isabelle, as Mary.

If you missed it over these last six years, please check it out this Halloween/horror season.

Whereas my first-time viewing of the painfully dull The Prowler (1981) is, as of now, the unmitigated nadir of my Halloween month movie mar…
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(Not So) Deep Thoughts of the Pop Cultural Persuasion, Part 2

While the entire premise of this blog can often be described as "(Not So) Deep Thoughts of the Pop Cultural Persuasion" I'm contemplating a new series titled just that. Here's the second entry; and here's the first. Believe me, I was awfully tempted to add "Electric Boogaloo" after "Part 2" this time, but somehow I managed to restrain myself.

I don't have a plan yet for it, and frankly I'd prefer not to. I'm not very good at planning, all it does is stress me out. So let's just say, in this spot, you're likely to find a wide-ranging potpourri of topics, from film to books to music to art to politics to comics and on and on. Sometimes it's exhausting coming up with post-specific topic ideas. It'll be nice to just have a spot to dump whatever random cultural musings are careening around in my head at that moment.

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(Not So) Deep Thoughts of the Pop Cultural Persuasion

As noted last time, it's Halloween season, otherwise known to us horror lovers as The Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Working my way through a curated list of horror films has been, to put it mildly, a stabilizing force during a particularly hectic and stressful past few weeks. While all of the bullshit flying around lately—from my personal life to the political sphere—is doing its damnedest to bring down my Halloween high, I raise a blood-soaked middle finger and shout, "Be gone, devil!"

Here are a few random, not so deep thoughts on a few Halloween/horror-related things, and a few non-Halloween/horror-related things.

Today is Donald Pleasence's birthday! That's reason enough to smile and forget the surrounding idiocy, for at least a brief moment. It's highly appropriately that's this Halloween Hero was born in October. He passed away in 1995, but Dr. Loomis is infinite and eternal.

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The Most Wonderful Time of Year: Halloween

It's that time of year again, my little ghouls and goblins. The time when I feel most alive, when the leaves start to change colors, the air turns crisp and comfortably cool, and my free time is consumed with thoughts of deliciously horrific imagery.

My desire to start celebrating the Halloween season begins in earnest early in August. I don't care about the summer fanatics who complain that it's "too early" to talk about Halloween. Bite your tongue, heathen! It's never too early to begin celebrating the most wonderful time of year (sorry, Christmas).

Now's the time of year when my already powerful obsession with horror kicks into even higher gear. I'm reading Carrie at the moment—one of the Stephen King blind spots in my reading through his ouevre over the years—after having just finished Grady Hendrix's wonderful new book of heavy metal horror, We Sold Our Souls.

I'm trying to schedule as many horror films as possible into my free time, in …