Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird, it’s a plane! It’s an . . . unholy sex demon that’s obsessed with oral sex?
When Chainsaw Terror comes up in conversation among horror novel fans, it’s usually the story of the book’s publication that takes center stage.
There is a very thin line between educator and insan-in-ator.
Remember the time your mom found you masturbating? One minute you were just sitting in your closet, wedged between your old stuffed animals, minding your own business, so to speak, and the next you were covering your crotch in horror while your mom served out a laundry list of warnings on just what happened to bad children like you.
For twenty-five years, film lovers have been trying to understand why they can’t get enough of Showgirls. While other movies can simply be dubbed favorites without dissection, Showgirls has never been given the same grace.
We all go through that phase where we have to grapple with the concept of reality. . . . Right?
You might not remember the details, but you never forget your first night with Nomi. But why is that?
Sometimes it’s best to leave well enough alone.
Before we get too deep, this is not THAT “Black Christmas.”
You better watch out, you better not cry. Santa Clause is coming to decimate a bunch of teens.