MOVIES MADE ME

The first time I saw NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD was on a cheap, grainy Goodtimes video purchased from K-Mart.   I was about ten years old...

  A few years ago, I decided to write a followup to my 2004 book Nightmares in Red, White and Blue , a cultural study of A...

  It's hard to explain my love of George Romero's DAY OF THE DEAD in a rational way.  I remember years ago, I was housesitting fo...

This is my prologue to a series of essays I've written about the films of George A. Romero. I thought I'd post it in celebration ...

I saw THE TIME MACHINE for the first time in my 7th grade Social Studies class, complete with introduction by Mr. Dexter Jackson – the only...

With the DVD release of NIGHTMARES IN RED WHITE AND BLUE looming, I thought I’d spend the next few weeks highlighting some great horror fil...

You know that feeling you used to get as a kid when the circus or the traveling carnival left town? All of the excitement and energy that h...

A few years ago, in my first book , I made a somewhat provocative comparison between a widely-acknowledged masterpiece of modern poetry and...