With THE DEAD DON’T DIE coming to theaters, let’s remind ourselves where it all began, with George A. Romero’s Night of The Living Dead.
BIRTH OF THE LIVING DEAD a documentary about how Romero gathered an unlikely team
of Pittsburghers — policemen, iron workers, teachers, ad-men, housewives and a roller-rink owner — to shoot, with a revolutionary guerrilla, run-and-gun style, his seminal film.
This Mother’s Day weekend, after revisiting mother themed flix such as Rosemary’s Baby, The Babadook, mother! and Goodnight Mommy, be sure to add Ti West’s masterwork THE HOUSE OF THE DEVIL to the viewing list!
Ghoulish: The Art of Gary Pullin available on Amazon,
a collection of full-color illustrations, lavish cover galleries,
and never-before-seen concept and process shots by GEP pal Gary Pullin
Featuring an introduction by Larry Fessenden.
And be sure to cast your vote for Book Of The Year at The Rondo Hatton Classic Horror Awards.
Why not binge view all 20 hours of the epic performance piece by Robert Leaver (co-writer, THE LAST WINTER) who crawled up Broadway on hands and knees over a period of 9 months. Documented by Fessenden & co, it’s the sort of project that keeps Glass Eye Pix proudly out of the mainstream.
Here is a brief sampler set to Music:
But the truly intrepid will visit the site and give themselves over to this time-based entertainment: ICRAWLHOME.com
Here is Fessenden’s recollection of the project:
Notes from a wing man
For a couple of years Robbie Leaver and I were writing scripts together, our collaboration was fruitful and robust. I dare say we wrote some fantastic scripts I’m still fighting to get made. When we allowed ourselves digressions from the work Robbie told me he wanted to crawl somewhere in protest against something, he wasn’t sure what. He might have a huge globe on his back and crawl from New York to Washington to protest environmental abuses.
None of that happened, but in the Fall of 2013 when he told me he might crawl up Manhattan in his father’s suit, I didn’t blink. It made sense and it was manageable. We talked about what it would all mean and agreed that it needed to be open to interpretation. We did set some parameters: only Broadway and maybe he was Crawling Home to his apartment in Washington Heights.
I missed the maiden voyage on Halloween 2013, so I was able to learn of the unfolding project like others on Robbie’s mailing list. At first he was just e-mailing the crawl diaries to friends, but I encouraged him to start a website—not facebook, not too public, but something you could find if you looked, a destination that could be shared, where the whole journey would be chronicled.