Monday, February 27th, 2012 at
8:15 pm
“Oscar night ends in bloody mayhem!”
At least, that’s what the headline in the paper would have read if at any point in the 84-year history of the Academy Awards something really horrific had actually occurred. Sadly, this year there was no blood, no mayhem and no laughs. Tiny Billy Crystal seems to have died more than a little inside and it was a shame to see the shoddy job done this year. (In fact, I didn’t watch it. This is just what I heard. I was busy that night arranging my pocket fluff.)
Regardless — or, for our U.S.-educated fans, irregardless — the Oscars have been handed out and once again Laraine Newman was passed over in favour of some woman who was in a movie. That is a shame. She’s still the foxiest of the original Saturday Night Live babes. Oh Gilda! I still miss you so!
Mr. Mark Elf has decided to phone in his full-length column of Horoscopocological Portents this week as he is on the road. In fact, he is lying face-down on the road. No one is sure which road. God speed, Mr. Elf. God speed.
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Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012 at
5:49 pm
Bashed, trashed, dashed & slashed
The latest episode of The Horror Movie Show, with your Maccabean and revolting hosts Mark & Jerry, features several new horror flicks, some personal comments that should not be repeated and a dash of something that could be table salt. Hope it’s not anthrax spores. Doesn’t taste like salt…. Uh-oh.
To begin, the newest entry in the Final Destination series — FD5 — gets the once-over. Could this be the last entry in that gorey and entertaining series? Also discussed with proper disgust are the James Cameron-produced Sanctum, the interesting remake of an old TV episode titled The Box (starring the always watchable Cameron Diaz) and, of course, the latest two episodes of the excellent series The Walking Dead.
For those that enjoy Jerry’s rants & angry comments about the GOP loonies and their race to win back the Outhouse — I mean White House — best listen again to Podcast 55. There is almost no discussion of politics in this episode. Or in this introduction, for that matter.
As always, comments from our loyal listeners are sought and desired. I wish the same could be said of me.
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Sunday, February 19th, 2012 at
6:04 pm
Every family’s got one
It seems that Mr. Mark Elf — Horoscopologist to the Starry Firmament — is in a blue funk. We all keep telling him to stop moaning and to just go and confront his errant relative with how insane she is acting, but that’s not Mr. Elf’s style. He’d rather stay quietly in the background than get involved in another person’s mental aberrations, even if that other person is his sister. Oh well, there’s little we can do to change his mind. However, if you see Mr. Elf’s sister, please tell her to lighten up. Mr. Elf is not nearly as amusing as he usually is, not when he’s in a blue funk. And this funk is really, really dark blue.
“I’m going to get the fire extinguisher ready, just in case”
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Tuesday, February 14th, 2012 at
5:57 pm
Who left their Head & Shoulders on the beach?
On this episode of The Horror Movie Show — adequately hosted by those sons of fun Jerry & Mark — listen intently to discussions and reviews of the prequel X-Men: First Class. What fun it is to see Wolverine passing notes in class! Also on the bill is Karen Black‘s 1975 winner Trilogy of Terror. The episode featuring the Zuni fetish doll is a classic moment in horror movies. Also up: Donner Pass, a movie that will leave a bad taste in your mouth. Finally, Mark & Jerry talk about 2011′s Sand Sharks, a concept only slightly sillier than NASA‘s plan to land astronauts on the Sun (the trick is to go at night when the sun is not so bright). Best of luck to all our listeners in enjoying this show.
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Sunday, February 12th, 2012 at
4:28 pm
Giant Man-Grabbing Moths
The sorts of trouble in which Mr. Mark Elf, Horoscopocologist Supremo and all-round swell guy, finds himself are numerous and amazing. This week the poor fellow has got himself into a spot of bother regarding enormous carnivorous insects deep in the Amazon basin of the Brazilian rain forest. Yes, the Jibaro natives tried to help, but ultimately Mr. Elf refused their well-intentioned aid and left camp, woefully inadequate butterfly net in one hand and rancid peanut butter sandwich in the other. If only someone other than Hoffnung had prepared the maps for this journey….
“What a view from up here,” were Mr. Elf’s last words
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