I blame Mom. She was the one who got me hooked -- she showed me The Wolf Man and The Pit and the Pendulum with Vincent Price when I was an impressionable eight years of age. I became an addict, taping all the monster movies I could find off of AMC (and cursing the fact that, in our area, the channel switched to VH1 at 3 in the morning and didn't switch back until 6PM). My Christmas list included titles like The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, Nosferatu, and Ghidorah, the Three-Headed Monster (what?).

Given that I grew up with almost no modern horror in my movie diet, my perspective on the genre tends to be a bit anachronistic and I like it that way. I've developed obsessions with the cinema of George A. Romero, Mario Bava, Roger Corman, Terence Fisher, and I think I'm starting one with Jesus Franco's oeuvre. I clearly need help.

Non-horror interests include Monty Python, The Prisoner, Drupal hacking, Joss Whedon television series, Doctor Who, Alfred Hitchcock, and musicals of the 1940s and 50s. In what little spare time I have, I write short fiction, take visually bankrupt shots with my digital camera, attempt to appease the whims of my cat Vajda, and keep my DVD collection ridiculously organized. I also occasionally attempt to have a life, which is a work in progress.

Other reviews I've written appear on Cinema Blend and TerminatorSite.com, if you're interested.