The movie theater is dark and loud. Dozens of people yell out a question and dozens more yell a bawdy reply.
Then the chant begins. It repeats. And repeats, growing louder with every word until Dr. Frank-N-Furter, the Sweet Transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania, flings open his cape to squeals and screams from boys and girls alike.
In his premier movie appearance, stage and screen veteran Tim Curry chews his way through “The Rocky Horror Picture Show’s” most iconic scene with uninhibited abandon and fabulous flair – not just in manner, but also in sequined corset, women’s underwear, platform heels, and enough makeup to make any drag queen jealous.
“I see you shiver with an-ti-ci…” Curry purrs, seducing the audience with glossy, crimson lips. The tense pause in dialogue is slight, but the audience doesn’t miss a beat. In unison they immediately cry out, “Thismoviewouldsuckwithoutaudiencepartici –”
“Pation!” Curry exclaims, both finishing his phrase – and the audience’s.
As he finishes singing, glam-fabulous Frank-N-Furter disappears in an elevator with the press of a button and the theater erupts with applause and high fives.
And there’s still an hour to go. FULL POST
MINOR SPOILER ALERT: Do not read any further if you don't want to know anything at all about the next episode of "The Walking Dead."
I think about zombies a lot.
Ever since age 6, when I white-knuckled my safety blanket while watching a nighttime broadcast of George Romero’s iconic film “Night of the Living Dead,” reanimated corpses have been shambling around the darker parts of my consciousness. Every time I hear a police siren wailing in the distance, some small corner of my mind jumps to “zombie apocalypse!”
One sunny afternoon in downtown Atlanta, my phone started buzzing on my desk.
“Is this Michael?” a hurried male voice asked when I picked up, tearing breakneck through his syllables at a rapid staccato. “I’m calling from casting for AMC’s ‘The Walking Dead.’ We’re filming tonight in central Georgia and we’re wondering if you’d like to come down and be a zombie extra in two scenes.”
A few months previous, I had filled out an online casting call forwarded to me by a friend. They were asking for very thin people to work as extras, playing the titular shambling ghouls in Season 2 of the show. As my friend joked in the email, I was perfect for it, since my body type most closely resembles that of a particularly gaunt scarecrow. (It was later explained to me by the costume director that putting thin people in regular clothes makes the best zombies, giving them shrunken and emaciated look.) FULL POST
Editor's note: Erika D. Peterman is a Florida-based writer and editor, and the co-creator of the comics blog Girls-Gone-Geek.com.
Parents try, with varying degrees of success, to shape our kids’ pop culture tastes. For many a geek mom and dad, this extends to Halloween — or as I like to call it, a day of nationally sanctioned cosplay.
Of course, even the gentlest suggestion is a form of projecting. (“What’s not to like about this Wolverine costume?”) But even if they bite, it’s only a matter of time before they start, you know, thinking for themselves.
My son and I were on the same page when he first discovered the original Star Wars trilogy a few years ago. He latched onto those movies in a major way and displayed the all-too-familiar enthusiasm that drove my mother nuts from roughly 1977 to 1983. In ways good and bad, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
Enter the Prequel Years. Slowly but surely, he began to fall for the despised “Phantom Menace,” “Attack of the Clones” and the slightly less awful “Revenge of the Sith,” which he’s only seen in parts because of that whole leg-amputating, flesh-burning thing. These films are watchable only because Ewan McGregor did such a solid Obi-Wan, but they nevertheless became his favorite of the six. Anakin — I’m sorry; “Annie” — was his ace and there was nothing I could do about it. I let it go.
Or at least I thought I had. FULL POST
Editor's note: The following is an e-mail conversation between CNN Geek Out's Elizabeth Landau and Henry Hanks. If you didn't watch Sunday night's season premiere of "Once Upon a Time," don't read any further. And for more analysis of the show check out Jordan Bienstock's recap.
Hanks: Liz, after watching one of the most anticipated new series of the fall, I was impressed by such an original idea for a TV series. In fact, it seemed like the setup for a great movie (not unlike “Terra Nova”).
Unfortunately, that is also a bit of a problem. I’m not sure where this series goes from there.
I also can’t help but get something of a “meh” feeling about this show. I really wanted to be excited about a series with such a talented cast and extraordinary special effects (and again, unique concept), but for some reason, I was only moderately interested in tuning in again.
Don’t get me wrong, I will give it a few more weeks. But I expected something more. FULL POST
Last week's news that the long-rumored live action "Akira" film adaptation was moving forward (possibly starring "Tron: Legacy's" Garrett Hedlund), hasn't exactly been welcomed by fans with open arms.
"I hope that a live action Akira will do for the manga and original anime what [the film adaptation of] 'Watchmen' did for the graphic novel," said "Akira" superfan Joe Peacock. "I hope that the interest in the new film and subsequent buzz will pique interests of casual fans, or hardcore comic fans who never delved into manga or anime, and get them buying the original material and studying it. 'Akira' is such a phenomenon on both the graphic novel and animation fronts - it's the single greatest animated feature film ever made."
Peacock said he thinks the movie is "likely to suck," but he hopes to be proven wrong.