‘A filthy scarecrow waves his broomstick arms’ How I Came to Horror (3 of 4) by Pablo D’Stair I pretended to like Dario Argento well before I’d ever actually watched a film by Dario Argento—not out of...
“Carry my dead, bored been there, done that, anything” How I Came To Horror (2 of 4) by Pablo D’Stair I was lucky enough to be very much a teenager when Scream brought forth a torren...
“My blurry vision saw nothing wrong” How I Came To Horror (1 of 4) by Pablo D’Stair I am a lover of Horror Cinema, there is no question, but considering my sober, serious—even I dare...
“I’ve never heard tell of a small speck of dust that is able to yell.” Three Short Films and Some Miscellaneous Thoughts by Pablo D’Stair I have been deeply in love with short films since my early tee...
“Hey white boy, what you doing uptown? Hey white boy, you chasing our women around?” On Boris Wexler’s Roundabout American By Pablo D’Stair Being something equal parts cinema-lover and fatuous film-th...