It’s an odd thing when your interview subject casually mentions that you can Google her name and watch her get banged out. It’s even weirder when it turns out to be true — because I’m not going to lie: I did. We’re talking about the nuances of porn presentation, and…
If there’s anything we can learn from ICP, it’s that clowns, no matter how evil, are still pretty much clowns. Sure, they may be wielding knives and sporting menacing face paint, but at the end of the day, they’re still piling into the clown car and being perplexed over the…
It’s nothing new for conservatives to have a reverse-boner for the “liberal media” — take Sarah Palin, for example, who cited the mean ol’ media as a chief reason for her abandonment of the Alaska governorship, interestingly to pursue a career in media commentary with the decidedly non-liberal Fox News…
*To answer a question from a reader: No, there were not actual sex acts going on at this party. We thought it was clear this was a silly work of adult-themed satire based on our research of Victorian fetishes. We apologize for any confusion. -ed. It’s always the most repressed…
If you’re at a loss for what to do with all that footage of villains roping damsels in distress to the railroad tracks, then take heart, my friend, because Short, Sweet and Silent: A Third-Floor Film Festival wants your silent film. In observance of Denver Arts Week (November 5-13), the…
Leave it to science to ruin the magic. Like vampires? Turns out that myth was probably the result of a high incidence in Romania of porphyria, a condition that sometimes causes light sensitivity and glowing teeth. Actually, on second thought, science is pretty badass. Tonight, a couple of grad students…
We were all artists at one point. At least that’s Dr. Brandon Davison-Tracy’s theory: The pediatrician and abstract painter posits that, somewhere along the line, adults start to suppress the joy of creation. We stop doing it — but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t there, or that it wasn’t…
Halloween is picking up. Really, October is a month more or less dedicated to Halloween; the haunted houses and horror movie marathons start cropping up at the beginning of the month. But at least in this town, the Eye Heart Brains Zombie Crawl, which happened this weekend, pretty much provides…
Unoccupied kids are like a persistent noise that you can’t find the source of: The din kind of hovers there just below consciousness, increasing in upward force like an inflating balloon held underwater. Or at least that’s what it’s like for me. In order to not go completely nuts, you…
It’s good to see the old Neighborhood Flix back in business. When it opened up back in 2007, it was an instant hit with a lot of folks in the East Colfax neighborhood it resides in across from East High School, nestled in a corridor behind the Tattered Cover. Sadly,…
For the most part, film trailers are pretty similar. There’s some expository dialog early on to get you oriented to what’s happening, and from there they kind of take you through the highlights of the film: The major plot points, the best one-liners, the baddest-ass explosions or fight scenes. They’re…
The religious right has a pretty well deserved reputation for being uptight — take two weeks ago, when a Montana woman got her dickie so flapped up about an apparent depiction of Jesus Chris receiving oral sex in Enrique Chagoya’s “The Misadventures of Romantic Cannibals” that she drove down to…
Rick Springfield wrote a memoir. That phrase alone pretty much precludes the utility of a review of that memoir; you will either read it or not read it on that basis. All the same, when a copy of Late, Late at Night arrived unannounced in the mailbox with a photo…
Ben Steinbauer wanted to find the angriest man in the world. The man was Jack Rebney, the salesperson from a Winnebago film in the ’70s who had also unwittingly starred in a gag-reel, surreptitiously made by the film editor, of his profane outbursts during the filming. That video went viral…
You’ve got to hand it to the Insane Clown Posse: These guys have a tie-in for everything — which made Juggalo-themed wrestling pretty much an inevitability. “Yeah, it’s pretty Juggalo, a little white trash,” says Andrew Ranes of Casselman’s, the venue that’s hosting Primo’s Hardcore Wrestling Karnival. “This one should…
Nobody does ultra-violence quite like the East Asians. From Old Boy to Ichi the Killer, filmmakers in Japan and South Korea have carved out a niche for themselves in our warped American hearts with a distinct brand of pseudo-horror that traffics in forms of brutality ranging from shockingly sadistic to…
If that slutty-nurse costume is losing its luster, then perhaps it’s time to class it up a little this Halloween — and what better way to do that than with a stage adaptation of one of the best literary classics related to Halloween of all time? It’s Ray Bradbury’s Something…
It’s nothing new for tabloids to harp on the sad, messy lives of celebrities with rumor, conjecture and semi-credible sources, but generally the proceedings stay within the lines of who wore what scandalous bikini or who’s getting a divorce from whom and cheating with another, or whatever. Less common is…
The Parents Television Council has got it out for Fox. It makes sense: The PTC is made up of easily offended people hiding their fear of seeing their values system challenged behind their children. Fox, from its “news” to its entertainment, has been since day one the sleaziest name in…
Last night at Buntport Theater was a lot like that Phil Collins song where he watches that guy drown: I’d been waiting for this moment for all my life. The tension in the air like balloon static. The smell of sweat. The smell of tears. The smell, verily, of the…
You can’t escape your family. No matter how old and weak they get, no matter how far you run, they will always be there to humiliate you with their bizarre habits and their documentation of your participation in them. Now, happily for everyone but you, the internetz are here to…
Since time immemorial, Halloween has represented a way for us to shed our normal day-to-day selves and try on a new identity. Interestingly, though, in that quest to embody something new, we seem to opt most often to imitate only the slutty members of the professions we take on –…
