We’ve had a great first half at SHRIEK: A Women of Horror Film and Discussion Class, located in the Scarecrow Video screening room. We’ve seen some chilling female villains, some kick-ass female heroes, and some characters who fell in between. This week, we’ll watch Alien, a working-class feminist haunted house thriller from outer space. But is it horror or science fiction? Why not both?
We prolong any talk of closed doors.
I, the longest standing employee,
have an efficient system for stocking candy.
I’ve seen how the inventory changed to free
space for Blu-ray. When asked, “Does Netflix
stream this?” I smile, keep dusting the film.
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.