Old Horror Movie: Legend of Hell House (1973). A crack team of psychics and paranormal scientists are hired by a millionaire to investigate the Belasco House, a.k.a. “the Mount Everest of Haunted Houses.” The ensuing investigation makes for a scary-but-fun tale that’s both a mystery and a horror, and it doesn’t depend on jump-scares and overwhelming amounts of gore to spook its audience.
New Horror Movie: The Void (2016). An updated version of the ‘80s gory monster movie that owes a lot to Clive Barker’s Hellraiser aesthetic and John Carpenter movies like The Fog and The Thing. Once this movie starts, it goes from zero to 60, and the intensity never lets up.
Horror book: Clive Barker’s Books Of Blood. Before he became the mastermind behind the Hellraiser series, Barker was a short story writer whose prose was so masterful and disturbing that it even scared Stephen King (or so he says). Here’s a taste:
The dead have highways. They run, unerring lines of ghost-trains, of dream-carriages, across the wasteland behind our lives, bearing an endless traffic of departed souls. Their thrum and throb can be heard in the broken places of the world, through cracks made by acts of cruelty, violence and depravity.
Music: The Hunt, Revengers in the Darkness. For those that wish John Carpenter’s soundtracks had a beat you could dance to. —Kevin L. Jones
The Love Witch: The Perfect Antidote to Halloween and Harvey Weinstein
Walking my cat for the first time (yes, that's a thing), visiting a bamboo forest near Occidental, and catching the Theatre de la Ville from France performing the hard-hitting Albert Camus drama The State of Siege at Zellerbach Hall all helped me get through this week one way or another. But with Halloween almost upon us, and in the midst of the present barrage of sexual harassment news, the prize for the thing that most got me through the week has to go to The Love Witch. Indie filmmaker Anna Biller's brilliant and twisted cinematic ode to the serial killer movie genre tells the story of a gorgeous sorceress who causes men to fall in love with her so hard that they die. The plot sounds hackneyed, but this 2016 movie is anything but. With her visceral feminist approach, Biller serves up a visually-stunning, intellectually-provocative gut-spiller that is as pleasurable as it is unnerving to watch. Stream it this week via Netflix, if you dare. —Chloe Veltman
Seeing My Favorite Podcast Live
On Wednesday, I sat in a packed room to watch two people go through a Google Doc and four slide-decks for two hours.
These people -- journalists Lindsey Weber and Bobby Finger -- host Who Weekly?, a podcast which devotes hours to the absurd trappings of D-list celebrities. Because who cares about, say, "sexy felon" Jeremy Meeks' tryst with the heiress to the Topshop throne? Or Who? Weekly patron saint Rita Ora wearing a “striking embellished ensemble?"
Lindsay and Bobby are so snarky and delightful that every episode makes me giggle on my BART commutes; for 45 minutes, I am enraptured in the lives of these Whos. And for one evening this week, that joy was translated onstage. The $25 I paid for entry was well worth it. —Joshua Bote
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