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room 237

Everything you ever thought about "The Shining" but were afraid to say...

Rodney Ascher's documentary "Room 237" has been generating quite the buzz lately. With IFC Midnight recently announcing that they are acquiring the rights to the film, hopes are high that it will soon make its way to theaters and VOD.

Director Alex Stapleton brings us a highly anticipated documentary about Roger Corman, the king of B-movie making.

Lately I have been on a documentary kick. I've watched some really amazing ones ("Dear Zachary") and plodded through some pretty awful ones ("Snuff").

Conspiracy theories are awesome. There's just something about listening to hillbillies talking about aliens shoving shit up their asses that I find hilarious and will never get tired of hearing.

Lemmy. The name alone invokes the stereotype of the man himself. His image is ubiquitous; the cowboy hat, the leather boots, the Marlboro reds, the swaggering visage.

Lemmy. One of the Fathers of Metal. A lifelong legacy of unflinching dedication to rock and roll. A pillar of the music community since the heady days of Hawkwind. An archetype unto himself. Lemmy isn’t “like” anyone. Rather, people try to be “like” him. They usually fall short.

Lemmy. As Lars Ulrich is quick to point out in this new documentary, the name itself “should be a verb.”

Snuff. It’s a word that brings up some pretty strong emotions. Disgust. Fear. Revulsion. Curiosity. It was because of that last one that I checked out “Snuff: A Documentary about Killing on Camera”. I’ve always been interested in urban legends, and snuff films are one uniquely of our time. Politicians and pastors have held snuff films as being one of the ultimate evils in our society, yet, to date, there’s seemingly never been one recorded case of an actual snuff film surfacing.

Let's roleplay a bit. You're a television executive working for Animal Planet. You're hearing pitches for the upcoming season. After hearing numerous pitches for shows involving puppies, puppy cops, puppy doctors and wannabe Steve Irwins, I burst into your office with the following pitch:

You can’t call yourself a true horror fan if you’ve never been to a midnight movie. There are few things that can draw you into a film more than a rowdy audience of inebriated, enthusiastic genre fans all gathered around to take part in the same film. In “Midnight Movies”, Film scholar Stuart Samuels traces the origin of the midnight movie and it’s subsequent embrace by the mainstream audience by documenting key films in cult cinema.