November 25th, 2010
September 22nd, 2010
In anticipation of this week’s UK release of Prison Pit Book Two, the follow up to Johnny Ryan’s psychopathically nasty but much-loved and lauded 2009 bio-carnage fightfest, let’s take a closer look at one of the many striking and remarkable panels we were so luckily and unapologetically offered by Book One.
Click to enlarge, and then again to go close-up – it looks great all blown-up and backlit.
Yeah yeah, so he’s called Cannibal Fuckface not Bloodhead like I had guessed before. It’s nice becasue it means a the start when the guard calls him ‘Fuckface’ he’s not being abusive, just calling him by his surname. It’s the only non-abusive act in the book. Oh, and I guess the CF thing is a Nu-Action in-joke. Cheers guys, hilarious.
August 20th, 2009
- Still thoroughly brain-blown by last week’s viewing of Adam Curtis’ latest film, ”It Felt Like a Kiss’, I’ve gone a bit doolally and found links for a whole Curtisathon. Old hat, good hat:
- First, two recent bites from Charlie Brooker’s Screenwipe/Newswipe shows. This one covers the abasement of TV journalism as a career path for people who like to bear the sight of their own reflections; and this one on the geldoffisation of event politics. When people say Live Aid killed Rock ‘n’Roll, previously the world’s last best hope of cultural salvation, this is what they mean, and why it matters. (b)
- And going back a bit further, The Living Dead from 1995 (Parts One, Two, Three), a haunting three-hour tale of WWII necromancy and voodoo propaganda, a political Zombie fest of the lowest order. (b)