Is American Werewolf in London the best film ever made about England by a foreign director?

Fucking hell, can you imagine what this would be like?

A lot of people don't realise what a huge Liverpool FC fan the late actor Yul Brunner was. Nor do they know about his life long aversion to aftershave. That's right, Yul never wore cologne.

Penman on Eno. Brilliant as usual.

I realise I am probably only one of five people in the world who wept with joy when the Deathstalker theme kicked in, but I need this pumped into my veins RIGHT NOW.

There you go. The elusive pint of mild. Cracking.

Are we going to be cycling back to people home brewing wine soon? It's an overdue revival, I think. Damson wine, plum wine, rot like that.

I listed a whole bunch of things that I love about movies and the people who make them for a job application recently. Seeing as I didn't get the job (I presume, no one bothered getting back to me) I thought I'd share.

We all need to be reminded of that time Cliff Richard played the dark, brooding antihero in a musical adaptation of Wuthering Heights called simply 'Heathcliff!' (There might not have actually been an exclamation mark in the title.)

Star Knight, 1985

Neon City, 1991

Red Scorpion, 1988

Hey-diddly-dee! It's the new series of The Savage Beast, focussing this episode on those most misunderstood and neglected practitioners of the Great Art, actors! Tragedie! Comedie! Hear me and @the_beast_must_die wax lyrical upon the titans of stage and screen.

New episode of The Savage Beast podcast with myself and @matcolegate.bsky.social discussing the most important work a human can do… ACTING!!! mindlessones.com/2025/09/04/t...

Yes! Tired! SO BLOODY TIRED!

According to Wayne Gooderham's piece on @thequietus.com about Van Morrison: "a love-struck Van went through a period of crouching inside dustbins in order to surprise – and presumably endear himself to – a girl he was especially besotted with..." How lucky that we have this artist's impression...

What a glorious age to be a horror fan! Where once there was darkness, now, due to the new 4K restoration, I can see that Brian from Zombie Flesh Eaters is wearing this dope ass 'Daily Planet' T-shirt. A revelation!

Tip for musicians: upgrading to Bandcamp Pro gives you access to detailed stats as to the breakdown of who is listening to your music, when and how often. Focussing on these statistics is a sure fire way to give yourself an anxiety attack.

My work is weird sometimes.

In/Frame/Out routinely produce the best video essays on cinema and this one, on the definition of 'Dad movies', is excellent. Well reasoned and elegantly put together without ever descending into "Whatever boomer" snark. Really great stuff.

Damn, that Charlie Haden was a cool motherfucker.

I hate that thing they're doing to classic songs in film trailers now. You know the thing? With strings and the booms? I fucking hate it.

Today on The Savage Beast! I take a long hard look at Clive Barker's L.A. horror noir set in the world of stage magic, the magnificently batshit Lord of Illusions. Please hit the like button or subscribe if you like what you read. It makes a difference. Cheers.

Look, up in the sky! Is it bird? Is it a plane? NO! It's the return of THE SAVAGE BEAST! Me and everyone's favourite super hound, The Beast Must Die have used the release of James Gunn's Superman as an excuse to get the dynamic duo back together for a new podcast. shows.acast.com/66280c8cd1e1...

'Young Christian Slater' to the tune of 'Smooth Operator'.

How come films in which a town needs defending from marauding bikers are ALWAYS so good? 'Stone Cold', 'Savage Dawn', Kristofferson in 'Vigilante Force:, bangers all. And now I hear there's one I haven't seen in which David Hasselhoff has a pet puma?

If men want to cure their loneliness problem, have they considered getting back into writing songs about failed expeditions through the Northwest Passage?

Two of my essays are included in the recent @101filmsuk.bsky.social releases of Stuart Gordon's 'Castle Freak' and David Schmoeller's 'Tourist Trap'. They're doing God's work, these small physical release labels. 101-films-store.com/collections/...

Not a great slasher, but a very beautiful one: The Prey (Edwin Brown, 1983)

Does anyone eat vol-au-vents anymore? I haven't seen one since 1998. Can't imagine why. Look at these delicious specimens!

"Your credentials are all in order, but before we hire we must test your abilities. First we will submerge you in porridge..."

Hello Blue sky! I wrote about Species for The Quietus on its 30th anniversary and was very pleased to do so, because it meant I could make dirty jokes and celebrate the dishevelled grace of the late Michael Madsen.