Screenshot of Letterboxd page for River Queen, featuring a poster that looks like it belongs on a shoot em up movie.
In awe of the default poster for River Queen on letterboxd
Congrats @zoemeager.bsky.social !
LP of Privilege, next to my well-watched BFI Flipside of the film.
While in Germany, Eloise somehow found me an LP of one my literal favourite and most watched (and most obscure) films: Peter Watkin's Privilege (1967). Wild to me that I now own this!!
The Texas Chain Saw Massacre poster with the tagline "Who will survive and what will be left of them?"
This tagline also applies to all the houseplants eloise left me in charge of while she's in Germany for three weeks.
Spinoff headline: Good news: Itβs kΔkΔpΕ fuck season
breaking new frontiers when it comes to headline writing at The Spinoff
This is wildly exciting news! Keeping cinema alive!
I suspect the guy wearing a tshirt that says 'movies' knows a fair bit about movies. Tshirts don't lie!
Congrats guys!
@soundslikecin.bsky.social @cinemelo.bsky.social
I have literally been too busy to post about it, but if you've heard rumours that we bought our town's cinema and now run it, those rumours are true. CINEMA FOREVER!
End credit title card for A Mighty Wind with Catherine O'Hara's name highlighted
Favourite first-time watches of January 2026:
The Old Man & the Gun (2018)
Vanishing Act (1986)
The World's Greatest Sinner (1962)
Midnight (1939)
Last Four Watched! An old favourite and some weirdo shit
Rod Serling's Night Gallery box set from Imprint with two books.
A belated birthday gift from @cinemelo.bsky.social! The complete Night Gallery on bluray from @imprintfilms.bsky.social. Rod Serling is one of my heroes and I *love* season 2 - the only season I've had access to. Until now! Comes with a sick book of all the paintings.
Eddie Murphy as Rudy Ray Moore in Dolemite is My Name, complaining about Lemmon's and Matthau's The Front Page: "It ain't got no titties, no funny, and no kung fu"
this is also my main gripe with most movies
The End written in blood.
And, I should mention, a great final title card!
The Beautiful, The Bloody, and the Bare title card written with blood red paint on a wall
Always love when the title card is part of the film's environment. Last night's viewing of The Beautiful, the Bloody, and the Bare (1964) had a great one!
Everybody thinks 'https://' stands for 'hypertext transfer protocol secure' but it actually stands for 'head to this place, sucka' followed by a colon and two laser sounds
CATASTROPHIC FIRE DANGER RATING
It is my birthday but we are mainly dealing with this
I am once again reminded of the time I was in my 20s and it was New Years Eve and I was walking into town when I went "ah fuck it" and went home and watched all of SΓ‘tΓ‘ntangΓ³ alone on dvd instead.
Looking at these films again and they are all SICK as FUCK. What a good year!
Screenshot. Gregory's 2025 in Film. Most watched actor: Gene Hackman. Most watched director: Frank Capra
Solid effort.
Also a film I didn't see!!!
Hey man I also like to be a pretentious contrarian when I can, but it is not the case here!
It is probably worth mentioning that I did not get around to seeing One Battle After Another, which sounds so aggressively my jam I am a little afraid of it. Maybe some time in '26.
If you've vibed with other Oz Perkins, it's a blast. If you haven't, it won't change your mind!
Happy New Year! Here's my ranked list: Favourite films of 2025 letterboxd.com/soundslikeci...
How am I spending NYE? Making lettterboxd lists, of course. letterboxd.com/soundslikeci...
Gonna do All The Years 2026.
Hot damn! Pinball Museum in Nhill got this one. Might be time for another road trip.
Like every single one of you, I am becoming more and more offline. The last thing I always had to look up on the internet was cocktail recipes. But no more! @cinemelo.bsky.social gifted me a cocktail book for xmas. Made my first just now. Boulevardier. Delicious. Cheers to logging off in 2026!
Screenshot of text: The Advent Calendar Gregory Bennett He stared at number 24, afraid to open it. The final door. The last chocolate. Except he knew it would be something else. The first few days of the calendar were normal. Square chocolates with little images of Christmas etched into them: a reindeer, a gingerbread man, a wreath. βDad, what is it? I got a Santa.β He remembered buying three identical advent calendars so there would be no arguments over who had the best. Two for the children and one for himself, to play along. On the 4th day, there was no chocolate behind his door, only a message: those arenβt your kids. The children continued to get chocolate, but his calendar reveals grew stranger, as the knots in his stomach grew tighter. Day 5: car keys. Day 7: darkness. Day 10: radio static. Day 13: fumes of whisky. Day 14: a broken promise. Day 17: the scrapping sound of metal. Day 18: a flashing red light. Day 19: a blinding white light. Day 20: the smell of burning flesh. Day 21: a scream. Day 22 was chocolate again. A mean trick. Day 23 was the complete memory of what happened. Every brutal detail combined and thrust upon him. The full horror. He didnβt want to remember. Why wonβt they let him forget? βDad?β βIβm not,β he found himself saying. βIβm what happened to him.β He reached down and opened the final door. Behind it was December 1st.
December! A few years back I wrote a 250-word horror story called The Advent Calendar. Here it is.
