Posts by Furor Thompsonicus
This is not merely a man, but a collection of terrible thoughts given flesh. The Furor does not merely make decisions, he announces unto the world the inevitability of universal cadence, and laughs (a weird, biting, uncomfortable laugh) when he visualizes (and ultimately bears witness to for the rest of us) the deconstruction of the very thoughts we use to make sense of our realm.

Dagon (2001)
A timeless love story by way of H.P. Lovecraft.

12 Hours of Terror 2011
3 dudes (whoa–3D!), one theater, 7 movies. Add it all up and what do you get? Winning.

Swimfan (2002)
This year, the ladies are trying their hand at stalking and killing the opposite sex, and they don’t need to teleport or mutate–they can multitask!

Demon Seed (1977)
This movie is about a computer raping a woman so their baby can rule the world. Sorry, but I’m gonna judge you for reading about it.

Halloween 2 (Rob Zombie remix)
Oz: “The night HE phoned it in!”
Furor: Hey I wanna do one! “The awesome has GONE from here!”

The Shining (1980)
Oz finally watches a horror classic for the first time while Furor wonders what the hell took him so long.

Halloween Horrorama 8: Crawlspace (1986)
Imagine you’ve been living in this harmless old guy’s apartment building, only to find out he’s a freakopathic serial killer. Sound farfetched? For 80 minutes, Mr. Klaus Kinski will take you there.

The Broken (2008)
This movie’s about a really pretty woman who’s really confused about something really weird going on. Stop me if you’ve seen it!
Hollywood Hackery 102: Your Alcohol Mascot
Welcome to the very second installment of Hollywood Hackery. Here you are, a hardworking liquor conglomerate ready to sell your opiate to the masses, but you find your product lacking the kind of vital appeal you can only get from a desperately adorable dipsomaniacal mascot. No worries! by the time we’re done you’ll have hooked a whole generation on flushing their money quite literally down the toilet.

YOUR mom has pizza face.
It’s true. I’ve seen your mom, and we’re not talking about Little Caesar’s face or Papa John’s face–we are talking genuine DOMINOE’S pizzaface circa 2003.