I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book. - Groucho Marx


by Anthony Galli
Aug. 23, 2018

The finest works of science fiction or horror are always nothing more than a reflection of the society from which they spring. They do not rely on imaginary monsters to produce fear in their viewers, but instead are resonant and prescient in their ability to subscribe to the inner tensions percolating just below the surface. Rod Serling knew this, which is probably why The Twilight Zone still finds a captive audience generation after generation. Serling would take an ordinary situation with ordinary people and expose the undercurrents of anxiety that motivate individuals to perform irrationally. As more fear and panic infect individuals like a virus, seismic societal shifts result, breeding widespread movements enacted to protect the status quo against unforeseen danger. George A. Romero knew this when he created Night of the Living Dead in 1968.

Author JG Ballard has traversed the intersection of science fiction and psychology since the 1950’s, and with Crash!, in 1969, he created a multimedia work that would eventually combine the aesthetics of advertisement, performance art, and literature. Crash! was initially conceived in 1968, as Crash, a play that would feature a crashed car on stage with actors portraying blood-soaked crash victims, and filmed footage of actual car crashes projected behind the stage. This didn’t happen; Ballard found no backers for his controversial proposal. A year later, the gallery installation “Jim Ballard: Crashed Cars,” which incorporated not one but three salvaged foreign and domestic wrecked autos, premiered at the New Arts Lab in London. “Each of these sculptures is a memorial to a unique collision between man and his technology,” Ballard wrote in the program for the installation, concluding, “The car crash is the most dramatic event we are likely to experience in our entire lives apart from our own deaths.” At the exhibition’s opening, the drunken gallery patrons were subjected to a topless woman who interviewed them for a live closed-circuit television broadcast that further confused and angered them, provoking violent acts upon the crashed cars at the center of the performance. Obviously, Ballard was operating outside of the constraints of traditional “literature,” edging into the realm of perceptible human behavior, with all of its attendant motivations and manifestiations...

Anthony Galli currently lives in Athens, Georgia. He shares a birthday with his black cat, Magic, and they both claim Wings of Desire as their favorite film. Anthony has published two books of poetry, Amnesia for Insomniacs and Invisible Idiot.

by Matt Kelley
May 30, 2018

If you’re not familiar with the work of Roy Andersson, you probably aren’t Swedish. His first feature film, En kärlekshistoria(distributed as A Swedish Love Story in the US), premiered in 1970. Influenced by the Czech New Wave, En kärlekshistoriarecounts the love between two working-class young people set against the backdrop of the perfect summer. Andersson was just barely out of film school at the time of it’s release but that had virtually no effect on the film’s major critical and commercial success. 40 years later, the film is still quite often found on the “most popular films” shelf in many Swedish video stores. Aside from his debut film’s unprecedented achievements, success wasn’t all lollipops and puppy dogs for Andersson. When producers pressured him to make sequels or at least repeat the formula of En kärlekshistoria, Andersson fell into a deep depression and took a long break from filmmaking. Five years later, Andersson released his second feature film, Giliap, but the film went wildly over budget and was considered a financial disaster. Critics and audiences alike didn’t understand Giliap and box office sales were very low. The film was an overall failure that nearly cost Andersson his directing career. Unable to find work, Andersson nearly turned his back on making films altogether. Just as he was about to give up, Andersson got a job offer and soon he began shooting commercials for a Swedish based insurance company called Tyrgg Hansa. With a family to support, Andersson was willing to take whatever work he could find. During the next leg of his career, Andersson shot hundreds of television commercials that would soon define his unique directing style. He would not direct another feature film for 25 years...

Matt Kelley is a writer who lives in Chicago, Illinois.  Matt has been writing and producing short films since he was 14 fourteen years old and he will continue to do so until he is dead.  Matt has won several awards for the short films NakedAction City Bathroom and FutureCop 2010.   He currently writes for the new web series, Hank Frisco: Galaxy Defender.  Check out more of his work at www.hankfrisco.com or follow his angry rants on Twitter@_MattKelley_   

by Alex Schab
May 30, 2018
Years ago, while I was still stuck in that “why can't I just fall down a flight of stairs” phase of high school which most of us seem to go through, I put on Joy Division while driving with my brother. After a few minutes of music, he said something along the lines of “What the fuck is this? This guy sounds like he wants to kill himself.” To which I replied “Well, funny story...”
Alex Schab is a freelance writer living somewhere between the woods and the suburbs of Massachusetts. This means he spends way too many lonely nights consuming media and beer. Follow him on Twitter (@Schab) as he tries to wrestle some meaning into his life.

by A Wolfe
May 29, 2018
When Something Weird released José Mojica Marins’ catalogue of psychedelic “Mouth of Garbage” Brazilian horror flicks, US audiences fell in love with Coffin Joe, the so-bad-he’s-good undertaker character Marins plays in almost all of his films. Even in the UK, the goth-pop band The Horrors has a member who’s renamed himself Coffin Joe in honor of Marins’ character, who didn’t get his Anglicized name until the 90s, when Europeans got into bizarro cinema...
A Wolfe is a writer and director in Los Angeles. awolfeswolfworld.wordpress.com

by Jeff LaPrade
May 28, 2018
I moved to Los Angeles in November of 2012, sort of. I moved to Redondo Beach, a small isolated beach suburb nestled in a little magical bubble referred to as “The South Bay” where nothing dark every happens and there are only smiles always. While still in Los Angeles County, this is a little shelter where all of the kids think the public transportation is dangerous and if something is two miles away that counts as far. This is why I had a bit of trouble believing that the legendary hardcore band Black Flag came out of this white washed seafoam town...
Jeff LaPrade was born in Dirty Jersey but spent most of childhood in a suburb of Oakland.  Sticking to the skate parks, he developed a love for the underground and DIY culture.  Diversely motivated, he spends his focus designing cloths, producing photo shoots and writing about whatever comes to mind.  Despite his love for writing, Jeff earned his B/S in Physics from San Francisco State University in 2011.  Since then he has worked as a Solar Engineer,  Nuclear Weapons Detector Engineer, a vegetarian cook, has self published a book, and is a regular contributor to realizeculture.com and Swoop Magazine.  Now he resides in Venice Beach, soaking in the rays, writing until his fingers bleed and tutoring local children in the off time.