u/MaliceRae

I loved this movie as a little kid. I'd watch it every time it came on TV, and I haven't seen it since I was probably 10 years old. I learned there was a Blu Ray so I got it for my collection. Watched it last night and what a treat it was! It still holds up. The effects are excellent...plus it's got Gunnar Hansen fighting a swarm of giant mutant mosquitoes with a chainsaw!

The picture looks pretty good. They did the best they could given the source material, and the audio mix is fantastic! Some good bonus features too.

Indeed the sculpture itself is a 3D print of a preexisting model, that of a scan of a "real" Feejee Mermaid, but the paintwork is all my doing. I used acrylics and liquid latex. I went for a yellowed antique look, as if it had been closely gawked at by a plethora of cigarette-smoking carnival goers over the course of many years.

I've already got a 500c which is a wonderful shotgun, but I got this specifically for home defense. Lots of tight corners in our house so, in case of emergency, this would be much more maneuverable. Buckshot rounds are coming tomorrow so I'm looking forward to trying it out! There's a range not far from the house.

I just noticed this today while watching Children of the Corn. Same button at the top, pinstripes, and color. Pretty neat!

Just finished reading. This was my first extreme horror novel (thank you to the one here who recommended this to me!)

At its core, 'fluids' is a tale of a girl finding herself and choosing life. This happens in the most freakishly grotesque manner possible. It wears the skin of a love story, like Ed Gein dancing in the Wisconsin night while dressed in the skins of older women, but this, too, is just an illusion. Toxic obsession. The lengths we go to in order to prove our devotion - and devotion to what, after all? An idea. An image we throw up like a cheap, blood-soaked horrorshow on a projection screen before it fizzles out and the film burns away. Then, all that's left is a blank canvas to form own meaning.

The violence does not stop once it begins. It is graphic, as to be expected from this genre, but also heightened and exaggerated. The violence is written with saccharine sincerity, thick and overly sweet like fake dollar store honey drizzled over a festering wound. It sticks in your mouth. The taste doesn't go away.

Underneath the layers of sour blood, bile, feces, urine, and vomit, there is an optimism that shines through and casts a tinted reflection. This is the heart of the book. It is diseased, wounded, but still it beats. Our two main characters represent the opposites of the experience of existing in a world of pain and suffering that cycles endlessly until the sun goes cold. I will not divulge in which ways they are opposites, for that would be a spoiler.

'fluids' is brief and shattering like a car crash. I step away from it jarred and disoriented, but grateful for the chaos.

Styrofoam head base, deformed with a lighter and painted, plastered with the pages of Revelations, and adorned with taxidermy turkey leg antlers

Just watched the Dirtier Cut of Dirty Work! I'm so happy this movie got the deluxe treatment. RIP Norm, you were a genius.

I'm really excited about the other one. There's an option to watch all 3 movies back to back with trailers and tidbits spliced in between, as if watching a triple feature at a sleazy grindhouse in the 70s!