by Emalie Soderback
If my life were a horror movie, the Sports Authority next to my house would have gone up in mysterious flames when I was 12 . Employees would be supernaturally thrown against walls, different athletic balls would be bouncing all over the place, propelled by an unseen force, all while my head spun around and around. It’s because when I was 12 years old I got my first period in a Sports Authority while trying on like, softball cleats or something (even though I would much rather have been at the mall or watching Pearl Harbor or hanging out in an AOL chat room.) If my life were a horror movie, my first period would have unleashed a bunch of supernatural angst and unforeseen powers, and I guess no one would make me go to dumb sports practices ever again.
by Evan J Peterson
Tuesday will be the third night of SHRIEK: A Women of Horror Film and Discussion Class, located in the Scarecrow Video screening room. This week, we’ll watch The Hunger, my favorite vampire film of all time, featuring Catherine Deneuve as the master vampire plus Susan Sarandon, undead David Bowie, and Bauhaus!
It’s no secret that freaks can console themselves in more ways than ever before. So why go to a video store? So the freaks can huddle in a mass before scuttling off into their respective screen-lit corners, duh. Until such time that we can all download our consciousnesses like Johnny Depp or that one episode of X-files and therefore safely create virtual reality images of our fancy-ass dogs in Australia, we have to contend with the physical world, and keep our sense of history about the media that shapes in ways we forget or can’t conceive of.
by June Stoddard Chappe
I remember the first day I walked in the door
Of Vidiots, just down the block,
with David in our first months of courtship
He lit up, Took me on a tour
Showed me his favorite sections
Action movies, Film Noir, Spaghetti Westerns
We watched for hours, and… cuddled
Talking and analyzing each film