Trailer: Files Of The Unexplained

Watched a bunch of these and have been really enjoying them.  

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Now Playing: Chronos (Some Friday Music)

From the GREAT new album by Pye Corner Audio.

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Strange Cargo

31 October.—Still hurrying along. The day has come, and Godalming is sleeping. I am on watch. The morning is bitterly cold; the furnace heat is grateful, though we have heavy fur coats. As yet we have passed only a few open boats, but none of them had on board any box or package of anything like the size of the one we seek. The men were scared every time we turned our electric lamp on them, and fell on their knees and prayed.

Dracula, Bram Stoker

Image by Dotsy McCurly.

Now Playing: I Am One Of You

By 400 Lonely Things.

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Clay Jack

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Trampling On Thistles

Evening was in the wood, louring with storm.
A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool
And baked the channels; birds had done with song.
Thirst was a dream of fountains in the moon,
Or willow-music blown across the water
Leisurely sliding on by weir and mill.

- Siegfried Sassoon

Poem here.

Jamie Wyeth: Unsettled

This exhibition traces a persistent vein of intriguing, often disconcerting imagery over the career of renowned artist Jamie Wyeth (b. 1946). Frequently countered and even hidden by Wyeth’s fuller body of work—particularly his well-known coastal views and farmscapes—the darker and more troubling imagery is constant throughout his oeuvre. Whether he is introducing curious characters or surveying strange landscapes, Wyeth is at home with uneasy subjects and a master of the unsettled mood.

We had the great pleasure of visiting the Brandywine Museum of Art again... this time for the latest Jamie Wyeth show.  Love that he had such a dark side to his works.  And it's wonderful the museum embraces that fact.

The Art Of Zdzisław Beksiński: Living Nightmares

If you've never seen Beksinski's artwork, this short video is a perfect introduction.  Somewhere on this blog I talked about my pie-in-the-sky Haunt build would be the below image, brought to life in that massive scale.  If I ever win the lottery, that is.  And if I ever go completely mad.  Fingers crossed.

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Now Playing: Cracks

By Bendik Giske.

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Recycling

I remember the night I ripped off the horrid pumpkin head that was glued to my face with knox gelatin.  It was euphoric.  My neck was no longer in a vulture position and the air was cool and crisp on my soaking-wet head.  Thankfully I didn't punt the pumpkin out into the street or stomp it into my parents' carpet.  We actually repurposed it into our Pumpkin King prop (you can still kinda see the dent from where the head hole was [and where my miserable face was]).  

Looks much better on him.

Now Playing: These Ancient Halls

By Vidna Obmana and Sam Rosenthal.

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Old School Halloween

Courtesy of Horror Tourers.

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The Disturbing Calls Of Gary Sudbrink

You're being impersonated by the other voice.

A fun youtube documentary of sorts about a series of eerie calls which were fortunately recorded.  Hoaxes or not, it's a nice creepy listen, especially at night.

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Trailer: In A Violent Nature

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The Witches Of York

"Black still and clover: in a one
A coffin; now third deal, and done.
Hearts six, and dabbled o'er with red:
Within that space thy wooer dead;
Spades seven: to thee are left seven years to run."

- George Houghton

 Image by Chris.

Poem here.

Sci-Phi Film Festival

A local theater had its second annual Sci-Phi Film Fest this past weekend and we made an amazing weekend out of it.  Never EVER thought I'd see CLOSE ENCOUNTERS or ROBOCOP on the big screen ever again.  The festival started out on Friday night with a 35mm print of MARS ATTACKS!, and it's funny how dated that one has become.  Though seeing it with a packed house was a blast.  KILLER KLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE was the second feature.  Saturday night was bananas with ROBOCOP and SCANNERS.  Based on the crowd reaction, I think ROBOCOP was the highlight of the weekend.  It definitely was for us.  That final scene in the boardroom as justice is served to Dick Jones was incredible -the audience roared and cheered and clapped, and then again when Robocop was asked his name and replied "Murphy."  The event ended on Sunday afternoon with CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND.  Holy moly to see that larger than life was quite an experience.  Seeing it in this setting reconfirmed my often-posted-on-this-blog sentiment that this film is a science fiction horror movie.  The abduction of the little boy Barry, being seen in a dark movie theater, was really powerful (and horrifying).  And the rumble of the massive alien craft rising over Devil's Tower was breathtaking.  

When you see old classics on a big screen, it's easy to remember why going to the movies was such an amazing thing in the past (and why it really isn't these days).  You can feel how so much in these films was specifically designed to be on a massive screen in a darkened theater.  And you can sense how the studios strived to give us something original, something none of us had ever seen before.  

Below are some photos we snapped of this neat weekend.  

Now Playing: Pumpkinrot - Tin Man

A 9-year oldie from Ghostality Records... inspired by my Tin Man scarecrow.

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Jenny

Jenny and Alfred grew up and fell in love. One day they got married. After their wedding, Alfred said, "Now that we are married, you must tell me about the green ribbon." "You still must wait," said Jenny. "I will tell you when the right time comes." Years passed. Alfred and Jenny grew old. One day Jenny became very sick. The doctor told her she was dying. Jenny called Alfred to her side. "Alfred," she said, "now I can tell you about the green ribbon. Untie it, and you will see why I could not tell you before."

Slowly and carefully, Alfred untied the ribbon, AND JENNY'S HEAD FELL OFF!

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Now Playing: An Inner Wilderness

By Desiderii Marginis.

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Halloween 2019: The Ghost