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This American Life

Normally I don’t post links to outside programs on this blog but after hearing this episode of This American Life while running errands this afternoon I feel I must make concessions from time to time. This episode, entitled DIY, is about a two decade long quest to free a man wrongfully convicted of murder. It’s a touching story and a minute example of how justice can be…well…just on occasion. It also points out the latent racism deeply ingrained into the American consciousness but that’s a discussion for another time. Follow the link below and listen to one of the best examples of American public radio, which is under attack for a variety of reasons as of late.


Also, expect posts in the next few days about the following films: Hellbound: Hellraiser II, Young Guns, and The Adjustment Bureau. I just finished the final draft of my thesis (I defend it on Thursday, April 7th in case you’d like to witness that process. It’s open to the public and please respond to this post for further details) and only have a few requirements remaining before graduation. Expect my thesis to appear on this blog in the next few weeks in tiny installments; it’s long and dense – not exactly the kind of writing I wish to unleash on this blog’s tiny audience at one time.

Thank you.

Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer

I haven’t seen Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer in quite a long time; I was probably 13 the last time I saw it and it didn’t impact me the same way it did this time. It’s a rough film, extremely low-budget (costing around $110,000 to produce), and relies less on gore than malevolent motivation for its horror. Initially finished in 1986, Henry wasn’t released in theaters until four years later and supposedly the MPAA wouldn’t give it an R-rating – and it’s not because of the gore but because of the situations. Henry is rife with rape, incest, and brutal, sadistic murder which are not uncommon for the horror genre but there’s something particularly gruesome about this movie: a certain, grittiness which makes the film seem more like a documentary at times than a feature film. Continue reading