Do you have health problems?
As a companion piece to my "What are your issues?" thread https://trashepics.com/post/1/159/ , which focused more on mental hang-ups, this thread is more about physical fuck ups.
Generally, I'm in surprisingly decent shape for a guy who doesn't do shit, but I've diagnosed myself with "episodic cluster headaches", also known as suicide headaches, since many people with this disorder are so pained by them that they want to kill themselves.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cluster_headache
For the past 10 years, I've had them. The gist is that they're extremely concentrated headaches affecting one side of the head, usually behind the eye. They strike at random times of the year, ranging from zero to several headaches a day, often lasting for weeks, before disappearing for severals months (sometimes years) at a time. They're the most painful thing I've ever experienced, and will leave me feeling nauseas, weak, and weary during the time I have them, which ranges from about 30 minutes to a few hours. And yes, they've made me want to kill myself. The cause is unknown and there is no treatment for it. Fuck you, science!
However, there's one undisclosed treatment for it that seems to work for me, 90% of the time. Masturbation. I've been getting so many of these damn headaches lately, my dick is sore as hell. The worst part is getting a headache right after I get rid of a headache. It happens, and it happens a lot!
What about youz guyz? What physical problems must you endure?
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The Films of Russ Meyer
A goddamn legend, if there ever was one... Russ Meyer directed a LOT of sexploitation movies from the late 50s to late 70s, many of which were borderline porn at times, but still retained enough of a loose plot. However, the plots of his movies never mattered one bit, as they were just excuses for him to put voluptuous, big-breasted women on screen, coupled with random acts of violence and sexual exploits. Russ Meyer was a HUGE fan of HUGE breasts, and every single one of his movies features an abundance of great racks.
Surprisingly, his films are hard to find in the states, but I was fortunate enough to score a 19-movie set of his from the UK for only $40, and it's without a doubt the best dvd set of all time. I say this simply because I love tits, and I've never been big on full-blown porn, but that doesn't mean these movies aren't entertaining as fuck.
A man of many sides, Russ Meyer never strayed from his breast fetish as he tackled various sexploitation subgenres, such as (and this is taken out of the dvd's booklet) nudie cuties, gothic, soap operas, "sex" films, and sex "cartoons". Essentially, what this translates to is that he began with various black and white dramas, but eventually turned to zany, over-the-top sex comedies, and everything inbetween. He inherently had a lot of charisma as he never failed to lure beautiful women into his films, many of which would return in several films. Additionally, he had a set of regular actors who would return for several of his films, such as Stuart Lancaster and Charles Napier. Always entertaining.
While all of his films are a joy to watch, the highlights of his film career include Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965), a black and white film about three sexy thrill-seeking bad girls who try to con some desert-dwellers out of a fortune. Like many of his films, it would feature themes of female-empowerment, greed, and lust.
For a guy who makes a bunch of sex films, he had quite the fanbase, including the late renowned film critic Roger Ebert, who even co-wrote two of Meyer's most popular films: Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970), Russ Meyer's most Hollywood-oriented film about hippie music, fame, romance, and of course... a demented climax that resembles something you'd see in Troma's "Terror Firmer", to say the least. The other film Ebert co-wrote is Up! (1976), which features psychotic rapist lumberjacks, and nazi sex-addicts.
The films of Russ Meyer are a varied bunch of X-rated exploits, with so many big-breasted hotties that I can't even watch them without touching myself. His films are so goddamn entertaining too, that you can't help but wonder how he got away with making so many of these films, but he was an innovator in a time of radical change in America, so he made it happen, and God bless him!
A goddamn legend, if there ever was one... Russ Meyer directed a LOT of sexploitation movies from the late 50s to late 70s, many of which were borderline porn at times, but still retained enough of a loose plot. However, the plots of his movies never mattered one bit, as they were just excuses for him to put voluptuous, big-breasted women on screen, coupled with random acts of violence and sexual exploits. Russ Meyer was a HUGE fan of HUGE breasts, and every single one of his movies features an abundance of great racks.Surprisingly, his films are hard to find in the states, but I was fortunate enough to score a 19-movie set of his from the UK for only $40, and it's without a doubt the best dvd set of all time. I say this simply because I love tits, and I've never been big on full-blown porn, but that doesn't mean these movies aren't entertaining as fuck.
A man of many sides, Russ Meyer never strayed from his breast fetish as he tackled various sexploitation subgenres, such as (and this is taken out of the dvd's booklet) nudie cuties, gothic, soap operas, "sex" films, and sex "cartoons". Essentially, what this translates to is that he began with various black and white dramas, but eventually turned to zany, over-the-top sex comedies, and everything inbetween. He inherently had a lot of charisma as he never failed to lure beautiful women into his films, many of which would return in several films. Additionally, he had a set of regular actors who would return for several of his films, such as Stuart Lancaster and Charles Napier. Always entertaining.
While all of his films are a joy to watch, the highlights of his film career include Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965), a black and white film about three sexy thrill-seeking bad girls who try to con some desert-dwellers out of a fortune. Like many of his films, it would feature themes of female-empowerment, greed, and lust.
For a guy who makes a bunch of sex films, he had quite the fanbase, including the late renowned film critic Roger Ebert, who even co-wrote two of Meyer's most popular films: Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970), Russ Meyer's most Hollywood-oriented film about hippie music, fame, romance, and of course... a demented climax that resembles something you'd see in Troma's "Terror Firmer", to say the least. The other film Ebert co-wrote is Up! (1976), which features psychotic rapist lumberjacks, and nazi sex-addicts.
The films of Russ Meyer are a varied bunch of X-rated exploits, with so many big-breasted hotties that I can't even watch them without touching myself. His films are so goddamn entertaining too, that you can't help but wonder how he got away with making so many of these films, but he was an innovator in a time of radical change in America, so he made it happen, and God bless him!
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Trash Epics Conquers the Globe
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'ΛDismaland'
Thought all here would find this funny!
"Dismaland" invites the whole family to Banksy's dystopian take on Disneyland, "the happiest place on earth.
Visitors are treated to such happy installations as a lifeless Cinderella seen draped from a mangled pumpkin carriage crash surrounded by paparazzi, a creepy grim reaper in bumper car and a woman mauled by a flock of seagulls on a bench."
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2015/08/21/inside-banksys-creepy-new-exhibit-dismaland/?hpid=z8
Thought all here would find this funny!
"Dismaland" invites the whole family to Banksy's dystopian take on Disneyland, "the happiest place on earth.
Visitors are treated to such happy installations as a lifeless Cinderella seen draped from a mangled pumpkin carriage crash surrounded by paparazzi, a creepy grim reaper in bumper car and a woman mauled by a flock of seagulls on a bench."
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2015/08/21/inside-banksys-creepy-new-exhibit-dismaland/?hpid=z8
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Your Go-To Feel-Good Movies
My domestic and financial situation gets more and more fucked by the day. I've had a lot of suicidal thoughts this year, I'm all out of marijuana, and I feel I'm becoming a shell of a human being. I try to distract myself from this shit because believe me, I get it. I know nobody wants to hear this depressing shit, which is why I turn to that handful of movies that always helps me through bad times.
My feel-good movies:
- Spring Breakers (2012) https://trashepics.com/forum/71/
- Hedwig and the Angry Inch (2001) https://trashepics.com/forum/201/
- Almost Famous (2000) https://trashepics.com/forum/915/
- The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) https://trashepics.com/forum/53/
- American Graffiti (1973) https://trashepics.com/forum/916/
What movies cheer you up?
My domestic and financial situation gets more and more fucked by the day. I've had a lot of suicidal thoughts this year, I'm all out of marijuana, and I feel I'm becoming a shell of a human being. I try to distract myself from this shit because believe me, I get it. I know nobody wants to hear this depressing shit, which is why I turn to that handful of movies that always helps me through bad times.
My feel-good movies:
- Spring Breakers (2012) https://trashepics.com/forum/71/
- Hedwig and the Angry Inch (2001) https://trashepics.com/forum/201/
- Almost Famous (2000) https://trashepics.com/forum/915/
- The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) https://trashepics.com/forum/53/
- American Graffiti (1973) https://trashepics.com/forum/916/
What movies cheer you up?
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Spring Breakers (2012)
This is a review I wrote a while ago, right after I frst saw the film, and never shared anywhere. Upon a rewatch yesterday, I was surprised by how well my initial thoughts held up, so here they are. Beware: It's massively pretentious and contains big spoilers. I'll edit this with piccies when I'm less drunk and tired.
It would be highly appropriate if Harmony Korine, after providing the Kids script that exposed the sordid reality of young Gen-Xers, would 2 decades later put an all-new generation of irresponsible teen miscreants under the cinematic magnifying glass. Indeed, at first glance, Spring Breakers seems essentially an updating of Kids. Whereas Kids was entirely gritty and grungy, a pure product of its time, Spring Breakers is similarly relevant to its here-and-now - gaudy, glossy, glamourous, hyper-stylised. Polar opposite aesthetics reflecting vastly different eras, yet both populated by youth with near-identical concerns. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
But Korine is 10 times the artist that Larry Clark ever was (and I say that as someone who enjoyed all of Clark's films and despised one of Korine's), and this is far from Kids 2.0: The Gen-Z Edition. What begins as a simple social commentary about teen party culture spirals away into violence, nihilism and pure drug-art hallucinatory madness; a demented deathdance through the ashes of the cremated American Dream.
'Kay, let's get the plot out of the way. 4 hot chicks leave their boring lives to party hard at Spring Break. Short on money, they fund their trip by 2 of the girls, Brit and Candy, robbing a restaurant armed with water-pistols. They psyche themselves up for this criminal act with the words, "Just pretend it's a fucking video game. Like you're in a movie." Remember that line, it's the most important of the entire film. They arrive at Spring Break and skimpy bikinis become formal wear. Booze is chugged, drugs are hoovered up willing nostrils, tits are flashed and eyes are opened up fucking wide to a new and exciting world of sleaze and decadence. Hedonism sledgehammers the cerebral cortex like a spiritual epiphany, as it always does to the the young, eager and inexperienced.
The 4 end up in jail and get bailed out by a drug dealer/rapper named Alien. He's a materialist who likes to own nice things and, in his world, a bikini-clad teen hottie is very much a nice thing worth owning. Despite their good fortune, this run-in with the law is enough of a comedown to send one of the girls home. And then there were three... Alien looks to corrupt them, molding them as lackeys to the kingpin image he hopes to project onto his own ego. They all rob a rival drug dealer and retribution sees another teen goddess packing her bags with a bullet-hole in her arm, the lustre of this fantasy life blemished by real blood and pain. And then there were two... Brit and Candy. The two who started this whole adventure with a watergun and a dream.
So far, it's been pretty crazy, but we're still basically in Kids territory, albeit a much more flamboyant version, right? Nope, let's back the fuck up a little and focus on the moment where Korine already cranked the WTF-o-meter up to 11 and flipped our expectations upside down.
Just as Alien boasts of the 2 angels he's created, a sudden inversion of the power dynamic between them occurs and the girls make him their bitch, forcing him to fellate them (yes, really). Up until this point, we'd assumed that these 2 were certainly amoral and selfish, but being led down a dark path by the temptation of hedonism and further corrupted by Alien's gangster lifestyle. There was still potential for salvation. Now the truth is revealed: There was never anything inside them that could be corrupted. Just a mass of thoughtless impulse and a gaping hole where the human conscience should reside. The video game didn't end after they robbed the restaurant, it was only just beginning.
Rather than using Kids as its template, the movie becomes more of a thematic follow-on to Scarface, that cautionary tale/paeon to all-out excess. Alien idolises Tony Montana and is a stand-in for the character here. He displays his guns like trophies and wears bling like medals of honour. Just as in Scarface's day, the American Dream is an illusory rainbow that leads to a pot of shit, but the ethos remains and there's still pride to be gained in the struggle against adversity, clawing one's way out of a world of need into a world of want. For the 2 girls, life provides no adversity to struggle against. There is no rainbow to pursue and never has been.
We currently have the most spoiled and privileged generation of kids in human history. Throughout the ages, parents have always worked hard to provide their children a more fortunate life than their own. We've now reached a point where once unimaginable luxuries are taken for granted. 10 year old's carry around brand new iPhones. The internet is a limitless tool for freedom of information and communication, easily the greatest achievement of the human race, yet for those with no memory of life without it, it can easily just become a means to call some stranger a faggot nigger cunt on XBox Live without any real-world repercussions. Society's laws are driven by need - need for structure, for safety, for order. When a child grows up without needing a damn thing, then the superego never properly develops, leaving the id to reign supreme over the psyche. Once upon a time, this would be limited to the utmost upper echelons of royalty and riches. Nowadays, middle-class privilege is breeding a new class of aristocrat en masse. Millions of little universe-centres who only pull the proverbial silver spoon out of their mouths so they can use the handle to make lines of coke on a teenage whore's cleavage. Baby rockstars always searching for the next hotel window to hurl a TV out of.
Added to that, we now live in a world where the line between reality and fantasy has become increasingly blurred. Whereas once the external world was clear-cut concrete fact and our imagination was pure fantasy, now the situation has been reversed. The "real" world is a constant bombardment of fabrication, lie and biased re-envisioning, such that the only sanctum of truth that remains to us is within our own heads. Advertising constantly assaults us with the mirage of utopian existence. This cream will make your skin clearer. This pill will make your dick bigger. This β’insert productβ’ will make your life happier. A never-ending brainwashing barrage of capitalist deception on a daily basis. Meanwhile, the news, that supposed bastion of "truth", is hand-selected and filtered through PR spin; the "facts" sifted through, presented on a need-to-know basis and delivered in a manner that saves you the trouble of deciding how you should feel. Real life, especially tragedy, is mythologised far more than any Greek god ever was.
What does this mean for the millenials? The kids too young to remember 9/11, yet live perpetually underneath the shadows once cast by the fallen towers, as if they were the world's largest gravestones? How does the untamed id process the world's horrors disingenuously delivered instantly at hi-definition 24/7? By retreating to the only place left that's real. By pretending it's all a fucking video game. Like they're in a movie.
The question remains with Spring Breakers though: Is Harmony Korine judging his self-centred sociopathic protagonists? I say a fervent 'Nay!'. Other reviewers have happily and hypocritically labelled this as a scathing indictment of today's irresponsible youth. No surprise there. At the core of the human condition lies pure selfishness. We blame our parents for the imperfect world they left us, then we condemn our own children for conforming to the imperfect world that we create for them. But the world doesn't systematically alter according our wishes or expectations. It simply is.
The human race is pure pageantry and Korine has never been afraid to be a float in this garish parade. He presents our sleazy side, but also happily flashes us his wife's tits to show that he's down here in the quagmire with the rest of us. And yes, we're left with the neon bikinied vision of our unlikely anti-heroines, striding with assuredness away from the bullet-riddled, cornrowed corpse of Alien. The romanticised image of thug life superceded by a new breed of sociopath; one armed with lax conscience, confident strut, immaculately waxed pussy and Daddy's platinum card.
Perhaps you could criticise Spring Breakers for the fact that it lives and breathes entirely in the here-and-now and offers nothing predictive; no inevitable downfall for our dancers after the funereal waltz ends. Time always marches on. The optimism of the '60s gave way to the pessimism of the '70s. The decadence of the '80s begat the simplicity of the '90s. You can only surf atop a wave for so long, before it crashes. The current decade rolls on from the last, reaching tsunami highs. One thing's for sure: When this tidal wave of luxury finally crashes, it's gonna bury those who rode it for so long.
But Korine plays his true hand in the movie's most epochal moment - the Britney Spears karaoke scene, where it moves beyond Kids and Scarface territory. The point where it stops being the millenial edition of The Great Gatsby. Soulless treacle and empty profundity are presented at its most sincere. Superficiality and psychopathy melded to create a thing of pointless beauty. Excess in no way presented as recrimination, but as pure celebration. Welcome to the 21st century. Sentiment is dead emotion outside of its transient worth. Immediacy is all. Fuck context. Fuck consequences. Fuck the future. This is the fucking apocalypse, baby, and it looks goooood. Sprang Break, y'all.
This is a review I wrote a while ago, right after I frst saw the film, and never shared anywhere. Upon a rewatch yesterday, I was surprised by how well my initial thoughts held up, so here they are. Beware: It's massively pretentious and contains big spoilers. I'll edit this with piccies when I'm less drunk and tired.
It would be highly appropriate if Harmony Korine, after providing the Kids script that exposed the sordid reality of young Gen-Xers, would 2 decades later put an all-new generation of irresponsible teen miscreants under the cinematic magnifying glass. Indeed, at first glance, Spring Breakers seems essentially an updating of Kids. Whereas Kids was entirely gritty and grungy, a pure product of its time, Spring Breakers is similarly relevant to its here-and-now - gaudy, glossy, glamourous, hyper-stylised. Polar opposite aesthetics reflecting vastly different eras, yet both populated by youth with near-identical concerns. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
But Korine is 10 times the artist that Larry Clark ever was (and I say that as someone who enjoyed all of Clark's films and despised one of Korine's), and this is far from Kids 2.0: The Gen-Z Edition. What begins as a simple social commentary about teen party culture spirals away into violence, nihilism and pure drug-art hallucinatory madness; a demented deathdance through the ashes of the cremated American Dream.
'Kay, let's get the plot out of the way. 4 hot chicks leave their boring lives to party hard at Spring Break. Short on money, they fund their trip by 2 of the girls, Brit and Candy, robbing a restaurant armed with water-pistols. They psyche themselves up for this criminal act with the words, "Just pretend it's a fucking video game. Like you're in a movie." Remember that line, it's the most important of the entire film. They arrive at Spring Break and skimpy bikinis become formal wear. Booze is chugged, drugs are hoovered up willing nostrils, tits are flashed and eyes are opened up fucking wide to a new and exciting world of sleaze and decadence. Hedonism sledgehammers the cerebral cortex like a spiritual epiphany, as it always does to the the young, eager and inexperienced.
The 4 end up in jail and get bailed out by a drug dealer/rapper named Alien. He's a materialist who likes to own nice things and, in his world, a bikini-clad teen hottie is very much a nice thing worth owning. Despite their good fortune, this run-in with the law is enough of a comedown to send one of the girls home. And then there were three... Alien looks to corrupt them, molding them as lackeys to the kingpin image he hopes to project onto his own ego. They all rob a rival drug dealer and retribution sees another teen goddess packing her bags with a bullet-hole in her arm, the lustre of this fantasy life blemished by real blood and pain. And then there were two... Brit and Candy. The two who started this whole adventure with a watergun and a dream.
So far, it's been pretty crazy, but we're still basically in Kids territory, albeit a much more flamboyant version, right? Nope, let's back the fuck up a little and focus on the moment where Korine already cranked the WTF-o-meter up to 11 and flipped our expectations upside down.
Just as Alien boasts of the 2 angels he's created, a sudden inversion of the power dynamic between them occurs and the girls make him their bitch, forcing him to fellate them (yes, really). Up until this point, we'd assumed that these 2 were certainly amoral and selfish, but being led down a dark path by the temptation of hedonism and further corrupted by Alien's gangster lifestyle. There was still potential for salvation. Now the truth is revealed: There was never anything inside them that could be corrupted. Just a mass of thoughtless impulse and a gaping hole where the human conscience should reside. The video game didn't end after they robbed the restaurant, it was only just beginning.
Rather than using Kids as its template, the movie becomes more of a thematic follow-on to Scarface, that cautionary tale/paeon to all-out excess. Alien idolises Tony Montana and is a stand-in for the character here. He displays his guns like trophies and wears bling like medals of honour. Just as in Scarface's day, the American Dream is an illusory rainbow that leads to a pot of shit, but the ethos remains and there's still pride to be gained in the struggle against adversity, clawing one's way out of a world of need into a world of want. For the 2 girls, life provides no adversity to struggle against. There is no rainbow to pursue and never has been.
We currently have the most spoiled and privileged generation of kids in human history. Throughout the ages, parents have always worked hard to provide their children a more fortunate life than their own. We've now reached a point where once unimaginable luxuries are taken for granted. 10 year old's carry around brand new iPhones. The internet is a limitless tool for freedom of information and communication, easily the greatest achievement of the human race, yet for those with no memory of life without it, it can easily just become a means to call some stranger a faggot nigger cunt on XBox Live without any real-world repercussions. Society's laws are driven by need - need for structure, for safety, for order. When a child grows up without needing a damn thing, then the superego never properly develops, leaving the id to reign supreme over the psyche. Once upon a time, this would be limited to the utmost upper echelons of royalty and riches. Nowadays, middle-class privilege is breeding a new class of aristocrat en masse. Millions of little universe-centres who only pull the proverbial silver spoon out of their mouths so they can use the handle to make lines of coke on a teenage whore's cleavage. Baby rockstars always searching for the next hotel window to hurl a TV out of.
Added to that, we now live in a world where the line between reality and fantasy has become increasingly blurred. Whereas once the external world was clear-cut concrete fact and our imagination was pure fantasy, now the situation has been reversed. The "real" world is a constant bombardment of fabrication, lie and biased re-envisioning, such that the only sanctum of truth that remains to us is within our own heads. Advertising constantly assaults us with the mirage of utopian existence. This cream will make your skin clearer. This pill will make your dick bigger. This β’insert productβ’ will make your life happier. A never-ending brainwashing barrage of capitalist deception on a daily basis. Meanwhile, the news, that supposed bastion of "truth", is hand-selected and filtered through PR spin; the "facts" sifted through, presented on a need-to-know basis and delivered in a manner that saves you the trouble of deciding how you should feel. Real life, especially tragedy, is mythologised far more than any Greek god ever was.
What does this mean for the millenials? The kids too young to remember 9/11, yet live perpetually underneath the shadows once cast by the fallen towers, as if they were the world's largest gravestones? How does the untamed id process the world's horrors disingenuously delivered instantly at hi-definition 24/7? By retreating to the only place left that's real. By pretending it's all a fucking video game. Like they're in a movie.
The question remains with Spring Breakers though: Is Harmony Korine judging his self-centred sociopathic protagonists? I say a fervent 'Nay!'. Other reviewers have happily and hypocritically labelled this as a scathing indictment of today's irresponsible youth. No surprise there. At the core of the human condition lies pure selfishness. We blame our parents for the imperfect world they left us, then we condemn our own children for conforming to the imperfect world that we create for them. But the world doesn't systematically alter according our wishes or expectations. It simply is.
The human race is pure pageantry and Korine has never been afraid to be a float in this garish parade. He presents our sleazy side, but also happily flashes us his wife's tits to show that he's down here in the quagmire with the rest of us. And yes, we're left with the neon bikinied vision of our unlikely anti-heroines, striding with assuredness away from the bullet-riddled, cornrowed corpse of Alien. The romanticised image of thug life superceded by a new breed of sociopath; one armed with lax conscience, confident strut, immaculately waxed pussy and Daddy's platinum card.
Perhaps you could criticise Spring Breakers for the fact that it lives and breathes entirely in the here-and-now and offers nothing predictive; no inevitable downfall for our dancers after the funereal waltz ends. Time always marches on. The optimism of the '60s gave way to the pessimism of the '70s. The decadence of the '80s begat the simplicity of the '90s. You can only surf atop a wave for so long, before it crashes. The current decade rolls on from the last, reaching tsunami highs. One thing's for sure: When this tidal wave of luxury finally crashes, it's gonna bury those who rode it for so long.
But Korine plays his true hand in the movie's most epochal moment - the Britney Spears karaoke scene, where it moves beyond Kids and Scarface territory. The point where it stops being the millenial edition of The Great Gatsby. Soulless treacle and empty profundity are presented at its most sincere. Superficiality and psychopathy melded to create a thing of pointless beauty. Excess in no way presented as recrimination, but as pure celebration. Welcome to the 21st century. Sentiment is dead emotion outside of its transient worth. Immediacy is all. Fuck context. Fuck consequences. Fuck the future. This is the fucking apocalypse, baby, and it looks goooood. Sprang Break, y'all.
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Christopher Lee, Peter Cushing, and Vincent Price
What a crazy coincidence:
Christopher Lee - Born May 27, 1922 (93)
Peter Cushing - Born May 26, 1913 (would be 102)
Vincent Price - Born May 27, 1911 (would be 104)
Christopher Lee
Wiki https://trashepics.com/wiki/Christopher_Lee
Media: https://junkepics.com/film/?crew=christopher+lee
He's good, but he's never been in anything great. Sure, he was Hammer's Dracula, but those movies are entirely hit or miss. They tend to be better with the presence of Peter Cushing as the protagonist, because otherwise, you just get a quiet Christopher Lee popping up every half hour to feed on some horrid filler characters.
Obviously, I'm not much of a Star Wars or Lord of the Rings fan, but the guy still has a presence, and makes a movie more entertaining. Apparently, he's been in some real crap too, like Police Academy 7: Mission to Moscow, and Captain America II: Death Too Soon.
Most horror fans are probably aware that he's a metal singer. WTF?
Peter Cushing
Wiki: https://trashepics.com/wiki/Peter_Cushing
Media: https://junkepics.com/film/?crew=peter+cushing
He's amazing, playing the perfect Van Helsing and the perfect Dr. Frankenstein. He's as classy as horror's gonna get!
He's been known to work with Christopher Lee a lot, but I think he steals the show. That's not too hard, considering Lee played a bumbling oaf in both Curse of Frankenstein and The Mummy, but even when Lee plays Dracula, Peter Cushing always kicks his ass.
Even in a movie like Madhouse, where Vincent Price wins... Peter Cushing still wins!
Vincent Price
Wiki: https://trashepics.com/wiki/Vincent_Price
Media: https://junkepics.com/film/?crew=vincent+price
A legendary actor who could play the perfect hero, or the perfect villain. While the other two were known for playing in renowned monster franchises, Vincent Price got his start in one of those too, starring in The Invisible Man returns in 1940 (a role he'd return to in a cameo in Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein).
Since then, he's starred in numerous horror classics, and has become arguably the most iconic horror actor of all time. I suppose most of his charisma came from the mustache...
Now go rate some of their movies!
What a crazy coincidence:
Christopher Lee - Born May 27, 1922 (93)
Peter Cushing - Born May 26, 1913 (would be 102)
Vincent Price - Born May 27, 1911 (would be 104)
Christopher Lee
Wiki https://trashepics.com/wiki/Christopher_Lee
Media: https://junkepics.com/film/?crew=christopher+lee
He's good, but he's never been in anything great. Sure, he was Hammer's Dracula, but those movies are entirely hit or miss. They tend to be better with the presence of Peter Cushing as the protagonist, because otherwise, you just get a quiet Christopher Lee popping up every half hour to feed on some horrid filler characters.
Obviously, I'm not much of a Star Wars or Lord of the Rings fan, but the guy still has a presence, and makes a movie more entertaining. Apparently, he's been in some real crap too, like Police Academy 7: Mission to Moscow, and Captain America II: Death Too Soon.
Most horror fans are probably aware that he's a metal singer. WTF?
Peter Cushing
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He's amazing, playing the perfect Van Helsing and the perfect Dr. Frankenstein. He's as classy as horror's gonna get!
He's been known to work with Christopher Lee a lot, but I think he steals the show. That's not too hard, considering Lee played a bumbling oaf in both Curse of Frankenstein and The Mummy, but even when Lee plays Dracula, Peter Cushing always kicks his ass.
Even in a movie like Madhouse, where Vincent Price wins... Peter Cushing still wins!
Vincent Price
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A legendary actor who could play the perfect hero, or the perfect villain. While the other two were known for playing in renowned monster franchises, Vincent Price got his start in one of those too, starring in The Invisible Man returns in 1940 (a role he'd return to in a cameo in Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein).
Since then, he's starred in numerous horror classics, and has become arguably the most iconic horror actor of all time. I suppose most of his charisma came from the mustache...
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I just looked up the difference between sociopath and psychopath, and the traits of a psycho fit me well. However, I love violence, but I don't love β’beingβ’ violent, and I know myself enough to say I'm not a threat to anyone. I'm a poor man though, so I could never afford therapy or doctors to diagnose me with anything, but honestly, I think that's all bullshit anyway. If I needed a pill to make me think and feel 'normal', how would I possibly be an individual?
I've never had any physical issues in my life (save for the recurring seasonal migraines), but I know I've got some simple mental disorders, I'm quite the apathetic individual, and I'm antisocial. Nothing impressive.
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I just looked up the difference between sociopath and psychopath, and the traits of a psycho fit me well. However, I love violence, but I don't love β’beingβ’ violent, and I know myself enough to say I'm not a threat to anyone. I'm a poor man though, so I could never afford therapy or doctors to diagnose me with anything, but honestly, I think that's all bullshit anyway. If I needed a pill to make me think and feel 'normal', how would I possibly be an individual?
I've never had any physical issues in my life (save for the recurring seasonal migraines), but I know I've got some simple mental disorders, I'm quite the apathetic individual, and I'm antisocial. Nothing impressive.
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Friday The 13th Part V: A New Beginning (1985)
Every great Horror franchise must come to and end. And for Friday The 13th, that would be part 4. "The Final Chapter" arrived in 1984. And a hell of a final chapter it was. The best of the series, some still say. This film had it all. Tits, gruesome kills, Crispin "the dead fuck" Glover. And it was actually pretty scary. But most of all, it gave us Friday The 13th fans closure. So, anyway. By 1985, The greedy dicksuckers at Paramount wanted another sequel. Preferably a resurrected Jason, or possibly a returning Corey Feldman, taking over as "the new Jason". Unfortunately, neither scenario became reality. But this movie was to happen either way. Because Paramount demanded more... of something.
The original plan for Friday The 13th Part V was to bring back the kid who killed Jason didn't exactly go as planned due to Mr. Feldman being too busy filming The Goonies at the time. But he was available for a cameo which we see in the opening scene. It's a stormy night, and for some reason, young Tommy Jarvis is hanging out in the woods. The boy watches in terror while grave robbers dig up his worst nightmare. And continues to watch as Jason Voorhees once again rises from the dead and slaughters said grave robbers. Frozen with fear, the kid watches as Jason walks towards him with his machete which some idiot buried with him. And just as Jason is about to get even with his destroyer, Tommy wakes up. But he's no longer Corey Feldman. He's not even a kid any more. But he is blonde, now. So, that's good. However, he's now semi-insane and on his way to a halfway house/semi-asylum called Pinehurst. That's bad. But good for us viewers. At Pinehurst, they got hot chicks, all with various breast sizes, a white-trash/hillbilly mother and son who ive next door, and look suspeciously close in age, a wiseass kid named Reggie the wreckless, who happens to have a big brother named Demon, who lives near by in his van with his bitch. If you ever need any enchilladas or jewelry, he's your man.
https://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/fridaythe13th/images/1/13/78404-6836.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130629174102 A key member of the Pinehurst gang, an unwanted sack of fat shit named Joey, who no one seems to have much patience for, makes the mistake of offering Vic a candy bar while he was busy chopping wood. And informing him that he's out of line when Vic yells at him. The nerve of this guy! Of course Vic is going to stick that axe in his back and end his miserable life. How else is Joey going to learn some manners? It does suck that Joey's dead because more scenes involving him would have only added to the campiness that lies before us. But I guess he's better off dead. Although, somebody doesn't think so. Back to the new Tommy. This guy doesn't say much of anything. And has no desire to know any of these Pinehurst weirdos. He just wants to stand around and stare at mirrors, and have hullucinations of Jason. He seriously needs to get over that shit. I mean, he DID win, after all I guess his presence at this place is somehow supposed to make things easier. But someone is going around killing gay greasers and coke heads using some very familiar methods. Is Jason back from the dead? Is Tommy more damaged than we thought? Is someone so pissed off about Joey's murder that they're going around killing everyone except the guy who murdered him? Now, that wouldn't make much sense.
But who cares? What about that one sex scene? You know the one I'm talking about. Debi Sue Voorhees and that guy who has to go wash up after only 30 seconds of pounding her sweet vagina whilst her glorious, milky white tits bounce up and down. As hot as it was, I would have preferred this scene to go on another half hour, but Debi Sue gets her eyes cut out by some ass hole who apparently doesn't like amazing tits. so, that's the end of that. THAT being the peak of the entire Friday The 13th series. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.
Meanwhile, back at Pinehurst. Tommy isn't doing so well. Demon got it good in the out house, the hillbilly mother & son got sent to Heaven with Demon and his bitch, Pinehurst residents are dropping like flies, and seemingly nobody else is getting laid for the rest of the movie. I sure do wish that one scene was still going on. But you can't beat this type of bloody 80's action. Especially now that there's a rainstorm going on now that shit's now gotten real. just like in Tommy's nightmare. Nice touch, I think. But again. Is it Tommy who is doing this? It's starting to seem like it.
Despite being far better than it has any right to be, this film has gained an unnecessary amount of criticism over the years, and is wrongfully considered the black sheep or just the flat out worst installment of the franchise by many, simply because a certain reoccuring character took the night off. Thanks to exploitation director, Danny Steinmann, This movie does offer something a little different, though. but not too different. All the elements which we all love about the past installments are present. But with a higher bodycount, better/funnier characters, and a sleazy B-movie atmosphere never before seen in a Friday The 13th film. The killer even wears a hockey mask. To some, A New Beginning may have been the slump of the series, and a lazy way of making a few bucks off a once thought dead franchise. But in my opinion, this is not only one of the mast entertaining 80's Slashers out there. But arguably the last great Friday The 13th film. 7/10
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Every great Horror franchise must come to and end. And for Friday The 13th, that would be part 4. "The Final Chapter" arrived in 1984. And a hell of a final chapter it was. The best of the series, some still say. This film had it all. Tits, gruesome kills, Crispin "the dead fuck" Glover. And it was actually pretty scary. But most of all, it gave us Friday The 13th fans closure. So, anyway. By 1985, The greedy dicksuckers at Paramount wanted another sequel. Preferably a resurrected Jason, or possibly a returning Corey Feldman, taking over as "the new Jason". Unfortunately, neither scenario became reality. But this movie was to happen either way. Because Paramount demanded more... of something.
The original plan for Friday The 13th Part V was to bring back the kid who killed Jason didn't exactly go as planned due to Mr. Feldman being too busy filming The Goonies at the time. But he was available for a cameo which we see in the opening scene. It's a stormy night, and for some reason, young Tommy Jarvis is hanging out in the woods. The boy watches in terror while grave robbers dig up his worst nightmare. And continues to watch as Jason Voorhees once again rises from the dead and slaughters said grave robbers. Frozen with fear, the kid watches as Jason walks towards him with his machete which some idiot buried with him. And just as Jason is about to get even with his destroyer, Tommy wakes up. But he's no longer Corey Feldman. He's not even a kid any more. But he is blonde, now. So, that's good. However, he's now semi-insane and on his way to a halfway house/semi-asylum called Pinehurst. That's bad. But good for us viewers. At Pinehurst, they got hot chicks, all with various breast sizes, a white-trash/hillbilly mother and son who ive next door, and look suspeciously close in age, a wiseass kid named Reggie the wreckless, who happens to have a big brother named Demon, who lives near by in his van with his bitch. If you ever need any enchilladas or jewelry, he's your man.
https://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/fridaythe13th/images/1/13/78404-6836.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130629174102 A key member of the Pinehurst gang, an unwanted sack of fat shit named Joey, who no one seems to have much patience for, makes the mistake of offering Vic a candy bar while he was busy chopping wood. And informing him that he's out of line when Vic yells at him. The nerve of this guy! Of course Vic is going to stick that axe in his back and end his miserable life. How else is Joey going to learn some manners? It does suck that Joey's dead because more scenes involving him would have only added to the campiness that lies before us. But I guess he's better off dead. Although, somebody doesn't think so. Back to the new Tommy. This guy doesn't say much of anything. And has no desire to know any of these Pinehurst weirdos. He just wants to stand around and stare at mirrors, and have hullucinations of Jason. He seriously needs to get over that shit. I mean, he DID win, after all I guess his presence at this place is somehow supposed to make things easier. But someone is going around killing gay greasers and coke heads using some very familiar methods. Is Jason back from the dead? Is Tommy more damaged than we thought? Is someone so pissed off about Joey's murder that they're going around killing everyone except the guy who murdered him? Now, that wouldn't make much sense.
But who cares? What about that one sex scene? You know the one I'm talking about. Debi Sue Voorhees and that guy who has to go wash up after only 30 seconds of pounding her sweet vagina whilst her glorious, milky white tits bounce up and down. As hot as it was, I would have preferred this scene to go on another half hour, but Debi Sue gets her eyes cut out by some ass hole who apparently doesn't like amazing tits. so, that's the end of that. THAT being the peak of the entire Friday The 13th series. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.
Meanwhile, back at Pinehurst. Tommy isn't doing so well. Demon got it good in the out house, the hillbilly mother & son got sent to Heaven with Demon and his bitch, Pinehurst residents are dropping like flies, and seemingly nobody else is getting laid for the rest of the movie. I sure do wish that one scene was still going on. But you can't beat this type of bloody 80's action. Especially now that there's a rainstorm going on now that shit's now gotten real. just like in Tommy's nightmare. Nice touch, I think. But again. Is it Tommy who is doing this? It's starting to seem like it.
Despite being far better than it has any right to be, this film has gained an unnecessary amount of criticism over the years, and is wrongfully considered the black sheep or just the flat out worst installment of the franchise by many, simply because a certain reoccuring character took the night off. Thanks to exploitation director, Danny Steinmann, This movie does offer something a little different, though. but not too different. All the elements which we all love about the past installments are present. But with a higher bodycount, better/funnier characters, and a sleazy B-movie atmosphere never before seen in a Friday The 13th film. The killer even wears a hockey mask. To some, A New Beginning may have been the slump of the series, and a lazy way of making a few bucks off a once thought dead franchise. But in my opinion, this is not only one of the mast entertaining 80's Slashers out there. But arguably the last great Friday The 13th film. 7/10
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I just want to say thanks for joining this glorious garbage dump. And a special thanks to Tromafreak for getting reported a lot in order to spread the word, because the redundancy of his efforts have brought a lot more activity to this site in recent days.
This site has been shilled on imdb for a while, but due to IMDB's latest decline, more users have come here as an alternative outlet to vent and discuss their horror desires, and I truly appreciate that you all have made the effort to join. I've been working on this site for years now, but it's nothing without you guys. As the creator of Trash Epics, I want to make this a troll-free community where everyone feels welcome, and everyone can have a say in what happens here.
Also, a user on the horror board had issues with my privacy policy, claiming that he didn't feel safe joining because he feared I'd give out his personal info. This is a load of horse shit though, because no one has to give away any personal info they don't want to, and while I do have your IP and email addresses, I have no intention of exploiting that information. I trust you all to post freely and uninhibited, and hopefully, you can trust me to not fuck you over. However, if Dorian/LEP joins, I'll probably make an exception. π
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