Professional wrestling has long been the odd cousin of who we are, that sequined and booted carnival of scowls and grimaces, of hammerlocks and backflips, of mad men aflight; all make-believe, but in the spark of the moment, wonderfully alive with the scent of blood and the glimmer of pomp. “Lucha” captures this with eight cameras, editing booths and back stories woven with Aztec folklore that seek to compete with the dominant programming on World Wrestling Entertainment.
With menace and winked charm, “Lucha” is emblematic of the style of El Rey Network, begun in 2013 by filmmaker Robert Rodriguez. The network conjures the mischievous shadows and gonzo bloodletting in two of Rodriguez’s films “From Dusk Till Dawn,” a tale of vampires and hoodlums starring George Clooney and Quentin Tarantino, and “Sin City,” a noirish thriller starring Bruce Willis and based on Frank Miller’s graphic novel of the same name.
The show works in supernatural elements really well into the self-contained universe it resides in.
My favorite match from last season where after one grueling trios tag match, the team must face another team.
MARTINSBURG, W.Va. — Two men accused of tampering with more than 20 caskets at a Martinsburg cemetery last year were sentenced Monday to 26 years in prison apiece in Berkeley County Circuit Court.
In April, Bowers told the court that it was his idea to go to Rosedale Cemetery last spring and remove jewelry from the bodies of the deceased, and that Ruffner went along with the plan on two trips to the burial grounds at 917 Cemetery Road.
Bowers told authorities he helped Ruffner and a third unidentified male open crypts from a mausoleum in the cemetery and take jewelry from the bodies, according to court records.
Bowers said a clothes hanger was used to get the jewelry from within the caskets, and the jewelry was taken to the Martinsburg Mall to exchange at a “cash-for-gold” business, records said.
“I think What Dreams May Come is the most important (read effective) book I’ve written. It has caused a number of readers to lose their fear of death — the finest tribute any writer could receive.” Richard Matheson.
H.P. Lovecraft, At the Mountains of Madness, set in Antarctica:
“It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth’s dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be left alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests.”
Hot on the heels of detecting the two highest-energy neutrinos ever observed, scientists working with a mammoth particle detector buried in ice near the South Pole unveiled preliminary data showing that they also registered the signal of 26 additional high-energy neutrinos. The newfound neutrinos are somewhat less energetic than the two record-setters but nonetheless appear to carry more energy than would be expected if created by cosmic rays hitting the atmosphere—a prodigious source of neutrinos raining down on Earth. The particles thus may point to unknown energetic astrophysical processes deeper in the cosmos.
Perhaps someone should send them a copy of At The Mountains of Madness. Washington Post:
After drilling for two decades through more than two miles of antarctic ice, Russian scientists are on the verge of entering a vast, dark lake that hasn’t been touched by light for more than 20 million years.
Scientists are enormously excited about what life-forms might be found there but are equally worried about contaminating the lake with drilling fluids and bacteria, and the potentially explosive “de-gassing” of a body of water that has especially high concentrations of oxygen and nitrogen.
“If it goes well, a breakthrough opens up a whole new chapter in our understanding of our planet and possibly moons in our solar system and planets far beyond,” he said. “If it doesn’t go well, it casts a pall over the whole effort to explore this wet underside of Antarctica.”
If all goes as I suspect and we awaken a slumbering Cthulhu, I just want to take this opportunity now to thank you all. We had a good run. If we survive, I’ll be back with my regular schedule of irregular posting.
I have no interest in seeing the centipede movies. New York Times has a story on the film being banned in Britain and what other horror directors think of that, including torture porn maker Eli Roth.
Even so, Mr. Roth said that Mr. Six may have invited the film board’s wrath with a teaser trailer that promised “Human Centipede 2” would be “the sickest movie of all time.” “You want to be a provocateur,” Mr. Roth said. “But it’s best to be a provocateur after you’ve secured your rating.”
If by provocateur, Roth means torture pornographers like himself and Mr. Six who are unable to write and direct intelligent, frightening horror films so they substitute it with torture porn then yes, they are provocateurs.
What irks me is most is how the torture pornographers debase the horror genre.
Mr. Six, who described himself as “a victim of a very happy childhood,” grew up just outside Amsterdam, and after making a handful of harshly reviewed films intended for Dutch audiences, has focused on his “Human Centipede” movies, which are produced by his sister, Ilona. (She declined to comment for this article, but Mr. Six said she’s “just as crazy as I am.”)
For him the “Human Centipede” films are simultaneously a lark and a serious endeavor, an attempt to push people’s buttons and to push past the ax-wielding lunatics and repetitive sequels of conventional horror movies. If his movies are pejoratively labeled “torture porn,” Mr. Six said he didn’t mind. “I see porno films, of course, and I like them,” he said. And horror films, he said, are “all torture and misery.”
“I think my film is a torture porn with European art sauce or something,” Mr. Six said.
Here Mr. Six Simpleton shows his real contempt for the horror genre and tries to rationalize his inability to make a decent film by saying horror films are “all torture and misery.” What a complete disregard and lack of knowledge. A guy making a sequel that is nothing more than an even more grotesque, stupider version of his original thinks conventional horror movies are too repetitive. Claiming what he does is “horror” is an insult to James Whales, John Carpenter and countless others. Hell, it’s an insult to Ed Wood.
Say what you real about regular pornographers, they don’t try to claim the story setting up the sex shots are a serious endeavor and are in the drama or comedy genres.
An Ohio woman of Arab/Jewish descent writes about her terrifying experience from flying on Sept. 11, 2011.
illy me. I thought flying on 9/11 would be easy. I figured most people would choose not to fly that day so lines would be short, planes would be lightly filled and though security might be ratcheted up, we’d all feel safer knowing we had come a long way since that dreadful Tuesday morning 10 years ago.
But then armed officers stormed my plane, threw me in handcuffs and locked me up.