Monday, August 11, 2008

We are the Sprocket Holes vol. 34

More Tokyo, More Gore In The New TOKYO GORE POLICE Trailer

Posted by Todd Brown at 9:33am.

Posted in Trailer Alerts , Exploitation, Cult, Action, Horror, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, Asia.


If you’ve been reading this site at all over the past few months you can’t help but be up to speed on Yoshihiro Nishimura’s Tokyo Gore Police by now. The outrageous splatter film stars Audition‘s Eihi Shiina is a cop in a near-future world tasked with hunting down and killing a variety of bizarre mutants - mutants who sprout deadly weapons on the site of any injury. It’s a twisted, bizarre picture and for proof you need look no further than the brand new trailer. This raises the current video count for TGP to three, with a sales reel and now two trailers in our Video Player, and you can find all three below the break. And yes - there are new creature and gore shots in this one.

Continue Reading "More Tokyo, More Gore In The New TOKYO GORE POLICE Trailer"...

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Quotent Quotables vol. 12

"I'm obsessed with how language contorts and creates bodies."

Peter Sotos

song for the week of 08/10/08

PORTAL - "Black Houses"



Manor Operants Quater
Surging Discontent
Pitching Fulgor
In Lieu of those who shone

Waxen Shawls of Omenknow Afune
Cornerstones of Telemetry Gloom
Ornery De Luminate Decree

Seepia Accord Thee
Stygian Obsequious Antipodes
Drear Thy Larder
Paradoor Thy Quay

Villas Ecto

Plague Wove Rue

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Just Needed to Share vol .17

been following this story. on a Greyhound bus in Cananda, a 22 year old man was stabbed by a man almost 18 years older than him. The 40 year old stabbed the 22 year old in the neck so many times that the 22 year old's head fell off. The passengers all ran off the bus...horrified at the human set piece taking place before the cameras in their skulls. The 40 year old picked up the 22 year old's head, showing it to the passengers like a trophy, than dropping it to the floor, as if the trophy cheapened the moment. He than took a pair of scissors and began cutting off chunks of the 22 year old's flesh. He than proceeded to eat the skin and muscle. right there on a crowded bus. No one...not even the passengers sitting in front of the victim... stood up to the attacker. Amazing how one knife and one pair of scissors can bring a bus full of people to their fear-quaked knees.

The moral of the story is this... every "bad day" i've ever had, means nothing... until my head gets cut off and my lifeless carcass is than cannibalized as NOT ONE PERSON STOPS TO HELP ME OUT. and that goes for the rest of you. Spare me your dramas. "someone scuffed the paint on my car!" "i don't have enough money for a blu-ray player!" "Soul Caliber 4 is nowhere near as good as Soul Caliber 2!" "I din't get 8 hours of sleep!" "This cheeseburger makes me look FAT!" "the new Metallica is going to suck!"

pffff to the ffffft.

see i've come to this realization; i don't give a shit.

simple, eh?

say it with me; I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.

Unless you killed someone or drowned a potato sack of kittens in a polluted river, you're in no real trouble. Unless your person has been irreversibly mutilated by a vehicle crash or rabid AIDs infected mutts, you'll always be okay looking.

so just...relax. relax or do something about your "situation" other than the whining and the pissing. All you're getting with those is a sore throat and dehydration. Wake up and make the fucking change. if not, than stop complaining, cause it could be worse... you could be decapitated an eaten before a live audience.

Just needed to share.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

song for the week of 08/03/08

FEAR OF GOD (metal band) - "Betrayed"



When the night comes
Run away
When the night fall calls our your name.
The lust you feel
Has caused pain
Silent in the morning light
Go home to your betrayed.

When the night comes
Run and hide
When the night falls
Get inside
It belongs to the betrayed
Who can't decide
To live or die.
Something's on their
Minds...
It doesn't matter
They're just killing
Time.
I like the way the knife feels in your back.

Words fall
Between us
Lying in the dust, no trust
Their shadows cover us.
Recite this vow together
Swear on
Our souls forever
I'm nothing, in on one. Can we trust

Whitout mercy
Whitout pity
We silent stalk
The streets of
The city looking for you
I am betrayed. You will feel my rage
You fucking goddamn king of the world

Friday, August 1, 2008

U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 10

Too Fit to Be President?

Facing an Overweight Electorate, Barack Obama Might Find Low Body Fat a Drawback

Speaking to donors at a San Diego fund-raiser last month, Barack Obama reassured the crowd that he wouldn't give in to Republican tactics to throw his candidacy off track.

"Listen, I'm skinny but I'm tough," Sen. Obama said.

But in a nation in which 66% of the voting-age population is overweight and 32% is obese, could Sen. Obama's skinniness be a liability? Despite his visits to waffle houses, ice-cream parlors and greasy-spoon diners around the country, his slim physique just might have some Americans wondering whether he is truly like them.

The candidate has been criticized by opponents for appearing elitist or out of touch with average Americans. A Wall Street Journal/NBC News poll conducted in July shows Sen. Obama still lags behind Republican John McCain among white men and suburban women who say they can't relate to his background or perceived values.

"He's too new ... and he needs to put some meat on his bones," says Diana Koenig, 42, a housewife in Corpus Christi, Texas, who says she voted for Sen. Hillary Clinton in the Democratic primary.

"I won't vote for any beanpole guy," another Clinton supporter wrote last week on a Yahoo politics message board.

MORE: http://online.wsj.com/article/SB1217553 ... 008_topbox

Quotent Quaotables vol. 11

"Daddy's gonna stroll down that far subterranean shore, all littered with the flotsam of hopes and dreams. Relics of ancient times. Lonely cenotaphs. Standing along that melancholy tideland."

-
Jeff Bridges from Terry Gilliam's Tideland.