Tag August Underground
There’s some sickos out there. One thing people are always going to be fascinated in is murder, an act that most will only experience themselves thankfully second hand in the news and on film. It’s a fascination that has led… Continue Reading →
For this second offering in my series on snuff-themed cinema I want to begin by discussing one of my bug-bears in genre film journalism. Torture Porn. Nope, it’s not the films themselves I have an issue with, in fact… Continue Reading →