Once again this past December, I was given the honor of joining the audience of the Butt-Numb-a-Thon in Austin, TX. For 24 hours, around 200 or so hardcore movie nerds and I indulged in whatever cinematic glory that Harry Knowles felt like pouring into our eye sockets. Windy Bowlsby, Meghan …
I sucked at keeping it together in 2015. No, that’s probably not quite right, even though that’s how it feels on the first day of 2016. I sucked at keeping my brain together in 2015. On the outside, if I look at the evidence, there’s a lot I did in 2015 …
For the last thirteen years, I’ve had the honor to attend the Butt-Numb-a-Thon in Austin, TX, for which I am ever thankful to cinematic madman Harry Knowles. I won’t delve too deeply into my overall experience right now, since a) I don’t have the photos edited yet, and b) I’ve talked …
Over the last few days, a movie became the biggest news story in America. Thanks to hackers who held Sony hostage with embarrassing e-mails, confidential employee information, and eventually terrorist threats, The Interview has been pulled from distribution. As of the time of this writing, speculation from the FBI is …
I don’t remember when I first met Holly. She just always seemed to be part and parcel of the Butt-Numb-a-Thon experience. Every year, when I’d go down to Austin, TX, chances were pretty good that Holly was also there, having traveled from Atlanta. Holly was always a burst of energy. …
It took me a while to recover from Fantastic Fest, which is why my post about the final day comes to the Internet more than a week later. The final party was a lot of everything (including a booze luge, slap shots, a water balloon slingshot, real free tattoos, and a …
On the penultimate day of Fantastic Fest, I thankfully hit my second wind. I was still exhausted, but I’d gone past the zombie state into a sort of zen master peace. It is by movies alone that I set my mind in motion. One of my film slots yesterday was …
I was so exhausted yesterday that by the time I drove to the theater, I realized I just couldn’t handle another movie. So I skipped the first film and slept in my car for two hours. When I woke up, I checked Twitter and saw the buzz on the film …
I don’t really know what day it is anymore. The concept of time is foggy. My body shuffles forward, as if pulled by an external force. My eyes scan constantly, seeking any movie screen within their view, like junkies seeking their next fix. Three more days to go! Anyway, I …
The sleep deprivation is starting to get to me. I hallucinated that Marko Zaror gave me an energy drink. And then he spin-kicked a can off Brian Salisbury’s head. And then I got into a conversation with his mother. Oh, wait, there are photos of the spin-kick on my camera. So, …
