Just in time for the season of scares, I've researched the Village of the Damned kids. They are apparently all doing nicely on a Paris runway.
Enquiring minds want to know. So I tried to track down the actors who played the oddly empowered kiddies in the cult flick Village of the Damned. Where do you go, career-wise, after you've lit up the big screen with glowing eyes and mind powers that can enslave an entire English village?
According to this photo of a recent Paris fashion show, you go on to become an expressionless runway model. Same hair, but glowing headlights on dim.
Every generation seems to get the monster they deserve -- in film anyway.
If the phrase "Art imitates life" is true for cinema as well, it means that our film represents our culture and society at the time the film is made. It might then follow that horror films represent our nightmares or our worst fears.
The posters and lobby cards for these films are as imaginative and chilling as the films themselves. Highly sought after by collectors, in good condition these posters can fetch upwards of five-ten thousand dollars. And much more.
They all came rolling into my email on Monday morning -- the recipes for quick bread contenders in our Sunday cooking throwdown. I opened each email like I was excitedly opening presents on Christmas morning. Our quick bread competition and demo this Sunday will be a photo finish - with lots of good eats!
I actually couldn't imagine a quick bread recipe that involves a blow torch until I read through the recipe from one of our competitors. That's right, at a certain point in the preparation a blow torch is pulled into service. Can't wait to try this at home!
No singing frog, but three boisterous artists, one firebrand moderator, hors d'oeuvres and canapés, beer, wine and soft drinks. Do we really need the frog?
The first annual (and every event planner writes those words with a hopeful smile)eatART has something for everyone. We're going to discuss how art is surviving and thriving in Denver and in the new economy. Before we release our panel of artists to help us sort it all out, Whole Foods Market is providing a buffet fit for a New York gallery opening; while one of Fresh City Life's most loyal benefactors provides libations for everyone. eatART is the capstone event of another great year of producing cultural programming for Denver. And you are invited!
Nostalgia alert: we're bringing back popcorn balls.
When I was a young 'un, Halloween signified the beginning of the kid calendar. It was a fun, escapist holiday -- and a great break from the routine of a new school year. Mom would counsel my brother and I on our costumes, and help us select a variety of retired clothes that we could use to make our costumes. One year my brother went as a pirate and I went as a devil. Mom found a set of red long underwear for me and Dad built me a makeshift pitchfork. It was the best Halloween ever.
We've got gamers covered for tomorrow night's Game Night at MadWine Bar and Novo Coffee -- and our night is going to be so top heavy with games and giveaways, that it's kind'f like a Jenga game -- wobbly, threatening to topple, and a ton of fun!
As always, we got games galore. Pursuit, Scrabble, Boggle, Balderdash, Yahtze, card games, Operation, Clue and many more. You can bring your favorite, too, and strike up a match.
Our hosts, MadWine and Novo will be ready to make you something nice to sip, so bring a few bucks to show them some love.
Faye Dunaway's portrayal of Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest has become a cult classic. Fresh City Life presents this weird, absurd biopic as our KnitFlix movie for October.
It was meant to be a faithful film rendition of Christina Crawford's book of the same title, but Mommie Dearest quickly became a midnight showing cult film. In fact, during its initial release, it developed a following as loyal as The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I'm not a film academic, so I can't know with any certainty why Mommie Dearest moved into the realm of cult classic. But some of the reasons I love it might be contributing factors. In no particular order: