Tag Archives: 2025

Throwback Thursday: “The Return of the Living Dead” (1985)!

One of my tragic flaws is that I am consistently late to the party when it comes to cool stuff.  (Seriously.)  So I never saw “Return of the Living Dead” (1985) in the 80’s.  I saw it around … 1993 or 1994, I guess,  on VHS tape in the Mary Washington College dorm room of Rhett Carlson and Nickolai Butkevich.

I truly enjoyed it, which is unusual for a horror-comedy.  (Movies can either scare me or make me laugh, but they can rarely do both.)  Yes, I am one of the people out there who finds “Return of the Living Dead” genuinely creepy.  C’mon … it’s got decent makeup effects — and both the “Tarman” zombie and the slab woman, for example, are pretty well executed monsters.

Hey … there’s a remake due out this Christmas.  I guess we’ll have to wait and see if it’s any good.



Poster for “The Last of Us” Season 2 (2025)

HBO.

A review of “28 Years Later” (2025)

Perhaps predictably, I truly enjoyed “28 Years Later” (2025).  It wasn’t a perfect film, but it was damned good; I’d rate it a 9 out of 10 on the Nolan scale.  Screenwriter Alex Garland and director Danny Boyle are still the dream team for stylish, breakneck-paced action-horror.  (It was their incendiary creative alchemy gave us the classic 2002 original film, “28 Days Later.”)

The movie has beautiful acting across the board, kinetic action sequences, decent makeup effects, convincing sets, a resonant theme and some gorgeous cinematography.  (I keep reading that the film was shot with … iPhones?  All of it?  Really?)

Jodie Comer and Ralph Fiennes absolutely shine; Aaron Taylor-Johnson is also quite good.  But I particularly enjoyed the performance of 14-year-old Alfie Williams, whose character’s coming-of-age comprises the human story of the film.

On the downside, “28 Years Later” has some problems with pacing and structure — although things like those are especially subjective, and other viewers will hardly notice.

Several characters make decisions that are … baffling.  (Yes, I do realize that Williams’ character is supposed to be 12 years old, and that this is a horror movie.  But … seriously, wtf, kiddo?)  And there are some larger plot questions that I can’t really expand upon for fear of spoilers.

Finally, an abrupt change of tone at the end of the film left me feeling a little nonplussed.  It might make sense in a larger context — the next “28” installment is due out in only six months, and the hard left turn we see in the final moments might be validated where the next movie picks up.  For now, though, I have mixed feelings about this ending.  (I want to know why a lengthy, somber meditation on mortality should end like a Saturday morning cartoon.)

I cheerfully recommend this!  It is obviously not for the faint of heart, but it is highly effective action-horror that still manages to catch the viewer off guard.  And Boyle delivers it with oddball, feverish finesse.




Poster for “Final Destination Bloodlines” (2025)

Warner Bros. Pictures.

Poster for “The Last of Us” Season 2, 2025

HBO.

Memorial Day 2025

I am feeling thankful this Memorial Day to brave souls who gave their lives so that mine could be free.

The Marine Corps Base Quantico Color Guard marches on the Colors during the opening of the Memorial Day ceremony at the Quantico National Cemetery, Triangle, Va., May 25, 2015. Members of the American Legion, Boys Scouts, Veteran biker groups, and others assisted in the 32nd annual Memorial Day ceremony. (U.S. Marine Corps photo by Sgt. Christina Wheeler/Released)

Poster for “Captain America: Brave New World” (2025)

Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures.

Spring in Crystal Spring.

Roanoke, Virginia, April 2025.  Pictured is the First Evangelical Presbyterian Church.

No, I can not hold a phone or camera steady.  It will never happen.

There is a new page here at the site for 2025 poetry publications.

And check out the photo there of a creepy tree out in Salem, Virginia.  Seriously, that thing is straight out of “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves'” (1937) haunted forest.

Poetry, 2025



No, there was no escaped tiger running around Cave Spring yesterday.

That was an April Fool’s joke.

I’ve gotta hand it to you people — you’re sharp.  There were verrrry few people who fell for my ruse this year.  (You distinguished believers know who you are.)

Maybe I went too far in naming the fictional “Jowicker” zoological agency.  Or maybe my citing of witness “April Flanagan” was a little too on the nose.

Oh, well.  I can still reminisce with pride about last year’s gem of a hoax.  That one actually worked a little too well — I spent days afterward clarifying for people that I had not joined a traveling dance company for middle-aged performers.