There’s something so fundamentally flawed about found-footage movies. I think most people know it, and if they don’t know it, they feel it. I’m not talking about the unthinking surface-level criticisms of “it’s dumb” or “it gave me motion sickness!”, I’m talking about the phoniness of the actual technique. I happen to think The Blair Witch Project is one of the greatest horror movies ever made – being as it is also one of the earliest popular examples of the technique, it stands to reason it doesn’t show much of the fatal flaw throughout the later ones, but it exists. Continue reading “Movie Review: CREEP”
I haven’t read much J G Ballard in the last twenty-odd years, but as a teen and then young man, I gobbled up his more famous novels with gusto. Crash (1973), Concrete Island (1974), and High Rise (1975), remain three of my favourite novels. Like many genre-enthusiasts, I have a strong interest in dystopian and post-apocalyptic literature, and reading High Rise when I was twelve or thirteen is certainly one of the fundamental building blocks of who I am today. 
AT THE FOOTHILLS OF MADNESS 