daily scream: how to fill the gaping hole inside now that Halloween is over
1993’s The Nightmare Before Christmas is on Disney+ on both sides of the Atlantic (and a few other services, too).
Nightmare Before Christmas
the curmudgeonly movie lover’s unpleasant Advent calendar: December 10
All humbug, all the time, for just a click or tap…
Frankenweenie (review)
The Tim Burton-est movie in a long while, not merely because it embodies all those wonderfully weird and humanist Burton attitudes but also because only Burton would think to make a stop-motion film in glorious, creamy, black-and-white.
question of the day: Do you have seasonal movies that are an annual ritual (other than Christmas movies)?
I like The Nightmare Before Christmas for Halloween, and 1776 is brilliant for Independence Day. I’d particuarly love to hear about obscure or little-celebrated holidays that you have movie rituals for.
Doctor Who thing of the day: theme music played on eight floppy drives
Quite possibly the weirdest Doctor Who-related fanac I’ve come across yet…
question of the day: What are some good movies (and TV and books) with young girls as heroes?
Dan addressed this to me, but I’m opening it up to everyone because this is a tough one. There simply aren’t that many movies that fulfill Dan’s requirement…
watch it: crazy California Halloween house
Would you like to live next door to this house?
question of the day: What is your favorite geeky holiday movie or TV special?
Following up on yesterday’s question — Why are there no Christmas movies this year? — let’s talk about the great holiday films of the past… and specifically, the great holiday movies with geek appeal. Bonus points if your suggestion is on DVD so we can all give it a watch this holiday season.
trailer break: ‘Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale’
Oh man, I hope the film is as hilarious as the trailer. Holding Santa for ransom? Who’s gonna pay: the UN? All the children of the world? Is Jack Skellington behind this?
The American (review)
I was certain that there was no movie that I could not endure if it meant I could gaze at George Clooney for two hours. I was wrong.
