Classic grue-fests like Dawn of the Dead, Evil Dead II, and Suspiria were shown as they were meant to be: In a dark room with 200 of your closest strangers.
Fresh from the professional Pompeii that was The Bonfire of the Vanities, DePalma decided to step back and play another round in the arena of his greatest work.
The police picked me up in Ginza, the expensive shopping district, for playing my guitar upside down on the street. None of the officers spoke English.
Music as a subject still lags a distant second behind sex as a topic of communication on the Net. The information superhighway is paved with male ejaculate.
There are few things quite as electric as the last few moments before a live broadcast, although urinating on a malfunctioning power generator comes close.
She gave him a look that had him pointing north. She pulled him down to the ground. “We will call this laying down together, and this place we will call a bed.”
While following the Pekinese on his morning rounds, they learned, through parables, the three primary steps of distribution: The sniff, the drop, and the bark.