Thoughts On The Culture — 9/30/2026


It’s the last day of September and also the last day before the start of our annual October Horrorthon! Here are my latest thoughts on the culture.

Why Do We Have An Entire Month Devoted To Horror?

Why wouldn’t we?

Horrorthon is one of those TSL traditions that I’ve always cherished. This site has been active since 2009. We’ve hosted a lot of different writers with their own unique and individual views of the world. We’ve had film, television, music, and gaming reviews written from every point of view. I’m proud of that. I’m proud that we are a site that values true diversity as opposed to just robotically moving from trend to trend. No matter what else might have been going on here in the TSL Bunker or in the world outside, one thing has always remained consistent. October is for horror.

I love October, but even more importantly, I respect it. At a time when the scolds are trying to ruin everything, October has remained resilient. Halloween has remained pure. For as long as I can remember, people have been trying to cancel Halloween. When I was a kid, it was said that Halloween was some sort of demonic holiday that would lead us all astray. Now, as an adult, it’s coming from people who claim to be traumatized by the sight of someone in a costume. (The truth is that they’re traumatized by the sight of anyone having any sort of fun at all.) Regardless of who was coming after it, Halloween survived. Halloween survived the scolds. It survived the COVID era. It survived the joyless leeches who panic whenever anyone thinks for themselves. Every October, people wear costumes and they watch horror movies and they enjoy getting scared. Halloween survives.

And so do we.

My Plans For October

My initial plans for October were incredibly grandiose and not at all practical. That’s the way things usually go around this time of year. In all honesty, I would be thrilled if we broke our previous record for posts and views over this upcoming October. A thousand posts? That’s a lot of work, but it could happen over the course of 31 days.  I’ve been writing reviews since late August.  For the past week, I’ve been using those song that Caleb Flynn sent his mistress as my writing music.

But last night I realized that October should be fun. And that’s going to be my number one concern this month. My hope is that we’ll all end up loving October together.

What The Hell, Flanagan?

Last night, I read that Mike Flanagan said that he could easily imagine his version of Carrie lasting for three seasons.  So, is it going to take Carrie that long to make it to the prom?  Or is Flanagan talking about exploring the trauma of the survivors?  Stephen King’s original novel ended with a report of a second teenage girl with similar powers.

Well, let me just go on the record as saying that Carrie works because it’s a simple story that can be told in 90 minutes.  It doesn’t need multiple episodes or seasons.

Speaking Of Which….

Watch yourself, Crystal Lake.  It’s nice that you want to bring Jason Voorhees and his mother to a new generation but if you mess this up with a bunch of American Horror Story-style nonsense, there is an army of horror fans who will never forgive you.

We Need To Bring Back Old Timey Horror Hosts

The One Thing That You Need To Have For A Good October

A bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups. Actually, several bags.

What If My Friends Insist That I Spend The Holidays Talking About Politics?

Get better friends.  If I can spend October ignoring James Talarico, so can you.

But What About….

Shhh. Just enjoy the next 31 days.

Don’t Worry, You Three, We’re Coming

4 Shots From 4 Films: Special Michael Powell Edition


4 (or more) Shots From 4 (or more) Films is just what it says it is, 4 (or more) shots from 4 (or more) of our favorite films. As opposed to the reviews and recaps that we usually post, 4 (or more) Shots From 4 (or more) Films lets the visuals do the talking.

Today, TSL celebrates the 121st anniversary of the birth of Michael Powell, the British visionary who changed the face of cinema, both on his own and through his collaboration with Emeric Pressburger.  It seems appropriate that we pay tribute to Powell on the day before October, as his 1960 film Peeping Tom is considered by many to be the first slasher film.  (It’s not but it’s influence on the genre cannot be overstated.)

In honor of Michael Powell, TSL is proud to present….

4 Shots From 4 Michael Powell Films

I Know Where I’m Going (1945, dir by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, DP: Erwin Hillier)

Black Narcissus (1947, dir by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, DP: Jack Cardiff)

The Red Shoes (1948, dir by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, DP: Jack Cardiff)

Peeping Tom (1960, dir by Michael Powell, DP: Otto Heller)

Music Video of the Day: The Bubblemen Are Coming! by The Bubblemen (1988, directed by ????)


A side project of Love and Rockets, the Bubblmen only released one single and video but they later made cameo appearances in the videos for Love and Rockets’ No New Tales To Tell and Yin and Yang (The Flowerpot Man).

The Bubblemen Are Coming was issued by Beggars Banquet Records and came with three additional tracks, Bubblemen Rap, Bubblemen Rap (Dub Version), and Bees.  The video perhaps achieved its greatest exposure when it was featured on an episode of Beavis and Butthead, where it really freaked out Beavis.

Late Night Retro Television Review: Pacific Blue 4.21 “Lucky 13”


Welcome to Late Night Retro Television Reviews, a feature where we review some of our favorite and least favorite shows of the past! On Tuesdays, I will be reviewing Pacific Blue, a cop show that aired from 1996 to 2000 on the USA Network!  It’s currently streaming everywhere, though I’m watching it on Tubi.

This week, Pacific Blue explores the dark side!

Episode 4.21 “Lucky 13”

(Dir by Emily Skopov, originally aired on April 18th, 1999)

A murder at an occult shop leaves two witches dead.  Another witch is found barely alive on the beach, her body branded with alchemical signs.  The bike cops are dumbfounded.  I’m confused as to why there aren’t any Homicide detectives around.  And Granger …. well, Granger’s freaking out because he’s been having nightmares about his dead friend, Tim.

In this episode, Granger reveals that he knows a lot about occult symbols.  When TC demands to know why Granger knows so much (as if it’s any of TC’s business), Granger explains that he used to be into Satanism.  Obviously, this means that Granger can’t go undercover in this case.  As Cory puts it, it would be like sending a junkie into a drug den.  So, Jamie is the one who gets a job working at the occult shop and pretending to be into Satanism.

How bad is Jamie at working undercover? Well, let’s ignore the fact that there’s no way in Hell anyone would ever believe that bland, boring, mild-mannered Jamie is into the occult.  Instead, let’s talk about the fact that, at one point, Jamie stands in the middle of an aisle of the occult store, where anyone could hear her, and she calls Granger to tell him everything that she’s overheard.  Seriously, she couldn’t step outside to do that?  Later, when Granger unexpectedly show’s up at the Witch’s Brew coffeehouse, Jamie confront him by loudly asking, “Are you trying to take my case!?” despite the fact that they’re surrounded by the people that Jamie is supposed to be secretly investigating.

This really is a terrible episode for Jamie.  When Granger is feeling guilty over the death of Tim (who died shortly after Granger convinced him to give his soul to the Devil), Jamie tells him to stop it with the “self-pity.” Uhmm, Jamie …. didn’t we just spend two episodes listening to you going on and on about growing up in the foster system?  Jamie’s not in a position to talk.  Jamie then ends up sleeping with Granger, though the show suggests that Jamie’s actions were largely due to the influence of being around magic.

Anyway, it turns out the Satanists are planning on sacrificing a virgin witch on “Lucifer’s birthday.”  Granger knows that he has to stop this sacrifice on his own so he gives his superiors a fake address to go to.  Then Granger goes to the real sacrifice.  Fortunately, Bobby Cruz follows him and shows up in time to help Granger shoot the bad Satanists and save the virgin’s life.

(For all the slut-shaming that goes on in this country, it’s not the sluts who end up getting sacrificed in stupid occult rituals.  Promiscuity can save your life.)

With Bobby’s encouragement, Granger goes to Confession.  “It’s been seven years since my last confession….” Uh-oh, this could take a while!

This episode deserves some credit for finally giving Granger a backstory.  That said, this episode featured some of the least convincing occultists that I’ve ever seen and some of the lamest metaphysical dialogue this side of Baywatch Nights.  Actually, if this had been an episode of Baywatch Nights, it would have been a lot more fun.  As it is, it’s hard to buy into the idea that the forces of darkness could be defeated by a bunch of bicycle cops.

At one point, Bobby says that too many people have died because of pentagrams.  Monica points at his crucifix and asks, “What about the Crusades?”  I always find it funny how people seem to think that bringing up something that happened during the Middle Ages is some sort of flex.  Bobby could have just as easily replied, “What about Baal worship, you heathen!?”  I’m a little upset that he didn’t.  That would have been fun.

Oh well.  At least this episode had a horror theme.  October is just a day away!

Review: Ninja Assassin (dir. by James McTeigue)


“This is not my family. You are not my father. And the breath I take after I kill you will be the first breath of my life.” — Raizo

Watching Ninja Assassin feels a little like stumbling onto a late-night cable movie that has been given a much bigger budget, a larger blood supply, and zero interest in restraint. It is a blood-soaked, over-the-top revenge movie about a superhuman killer carving his way through an army of shadowy cult ninjas, and it wants blades, bodies, darkness, shredded limbs, dramatic training flashbacks, and a hero so physically intimidating that the camera occasionally seems to pause just to admire how absurdly ripped he is. It is loud, grimy, excessively violent, and frequently ridiculous. It is also, depending on your tolerance for late-2000s CGI carnage and ultra-serious ninja mythology, a pretty entertaining slice of trashy action cinema.

The film stars Korean pop superstar Rain as Raizo, a prodigiously gifted killer raised by the Ozunu Clan, a secret organization that turns stolen children into elite assassins. Raizo is trained from childhood to erase fear, reject compassion, and become basically invisible in the darkness. The clan’s motto might as well be “trauma builds character,” because every flashback involves some new level of horrifying abuse: children fighting one another, training through severe pain, learning to tolerate wounds, and being punished for even the smallest sign of vulnerability. It is all delivered with the straight-faced intensity of a dark comic book, which is probably the best way to approach the movie as a whole.

The present-day story follows Raizo after he breaks from the Ozunu Clan and goes rogue. His target is Lord Ozunu, played by genuine ninja-film legend Sho Kosugi, who runs the entire organization like a supernatural military cult. Raizo’s path crosses with Mika Coretti, played by Naomie Harris, a Europol researcher in Berlin who discovers evidence that a string of political assassinations may be connected to an apparently mythical network of ninja killers. Naturally, nobody believes her, because this is a movie where the phrase “ninja assassins are real” is treated with the same bureaucratic skepticism as an expense-report discrepancy. Once Mika gets too close to the truth, the Ozunu Clan sends people to remove her from the equation, and Raizo enters the picture as both protector and revenge machine.

The plot is not really the point, but it does enough to move the movie from one stabbing to the next. Ninja Assassin has the basic shape of a revenge story, with Raizo torn between the brutal identity he was given and the humanity he is trying to reclaim. The flashbacks fill in his childhood bond with Kiriko, another member of the clan who pays the price for refusing to fully submit to Lord Ozunu’s cruelty. That loss becomes the emotional engine for Raizo’s rebellion, and while the movie does not exactly dig deep into the character’s psychology, it gives Rain a clear enough motivation to work with. He is not just killing bad guys because the script needs more bodies on the floor. He is trying to destroy the institution that made him into a weapon.

Rain is honestly one of the movie’s biggest strengths. He does not have to carry the film through nuanced dialogue or complicated dramatic scenes, and that is probably for the best, because the screenplay does not give him much room for that kind of performance. But he has undeniable screen presence. He looks the part, moves like someone who trained brutally for it, and sells the physical exhaustion of a man who has spent his whole life getting cut, beaten, stabbed, and forced to keep moving anyway. The movie’s action depends on Raizo feeling almost superhuman without becoming completely weightless, and Rain finds that balance most of the time. He is less a conventional action hero than a human weapon who has finally decided to aim himself at the people who built him.

Sho Kosugi is also a welcome presence as Lord Ozunu. He does not get a huge amount of screen time, but he has the kind of weathered, stern authority that makes the role work. Lord Ozunu is not a layered villain; he is an evil master who talks in cold pronouncements about weakness and loyalty, tortures his students, and commands legions of black-clad killers. Still, Kosugi makes him feel more substantial than the usual disposable martial-arts-movie villain. His involvement also gives Ninja Assassin a connection to the ninja-cinema boom of the 1980s, when Kosugi was one of the genre’s biggest names. The film feels like it is trying to combine that old-school ninja-movie sensibility with the slick, digital, hyperviolent style that came out of the Matrix era.

That connection makes sense given the people behind the movie. McTeigue had previously directed V for Vendetta and worked closely with the Wachowskis, who produced Ninja Assassin alongside Joel Silver. You can feel that late-1990s and 2000s action aesthetic all over it: cold blue lighting, rain-slick streets, rapid editing, wire-assisted movement, slow-motion impacts, and CGI blood that erupts in fountains whenever a blade touches skin. The action is often designed less around realism than around visual impact. A ninja does not just stab somebody; he slices through them with enough force to send gallons of digital blood spraying across the frame. Arms come off. Heads come off. Bodies are carved up so thoroughly that the movie sometimes feels like a slasher picture with martial-arts choreography.

When Ninja Assassin is working, that excess is part of the fun. The early sequence in a Bangkok nightclub is a strong example. Gangsters laugh at the idea that ninjas exist, and then the lights go out. Bodies start falling apart in the darkness while unseen attackers move through the room. It is silly, but it is exactly the kind of silly the movie needs to be. The clan’s assassins are framed less like ordinary people than horror-movie monsters: they emerge from shadows, disappear into smoke, and leave mutilated corpses behind. The best moments make ninja combat feel supernatural and frightening rather than simply athletic.

The problem is that the movie sometimes sabotages its own action with its visual style. It is extremely dark, often to the point that it becomes hard to tell who is hitting whom. The rapid editing can also make fights feel more like a blur of limbs, blades, and blood splatter than a clearly staged exchange. There are sequences where the choreography seems like it could be impressive if the camera would just pull back and let the audience see it. Instead, McTeigue often keeps everything moving so fast that the action loses some of its physical clarity. This is particularly frustrating because the film clearly put real effort into Rain’s training and the stunt work.

The CGI is another mixed bag. At times, the exaggerated gore has a knowingly cartoonish quality that fits the movie’s pulpy tone. At other times, it looks like a video-game cutscene from the late 2000s, especially when blood splashes directly toward the camera. The film wants to be nasty and visceral, but the artificial effects can create distance rather than impact. You are rarely shocked by the violence because it is so obviously constructed as spectacle. Then again, nobody should go into a film called Ninja Assassin expecting the sober realism of The Bourne Identity. This is a movie where shadow ninjas attack police officers with chains, blades, and explosive acrobatics. Subtlety was never invited.

Naomie Harris does what she can with Mika, though the character is written mostly as the audience’s entry point into the ninja conspiracy. She gets some decent moments of determination and disbelief, but the film does not give her nearly as much agency as it should. Once Raizo arrives, Mika increasingly becomes someone who needs to be rescued, protected, and dragged through the story’s bloodier sections. Ben Miles is fine as her superior, Ryan Maslow, but the Europol material is the least exciting part of the film. Whenever it cuts away from Raizo’s training, his revenge, or another batch of black-clad assassins, the energy drops.

Still, there is something oddly admirable about how committed Ninja Assassin is to its own trashy premise. It does not pretend to be a prestige thriller, a grounded espionage drama, or a sophisticated martial-arts epic. It is a hard-R revenge movie built around a simple promise: Rain versus an army of ninjas. On that level, it delivers enough mayhem to satisfy viewers who enjoy excessively violent action movies and do not need the script to be smarter than the title.

Ninja Assassin is not a hidden masterpiece, and it has plenty of flaws: thin characters, clunky dialogue, uneven CGI, murky camerawork, and a plot that exists mainly to connect the fight scenes. But it has a strong lead, a memorable villain, a few genuinely cool action-horror moments, and an unapologetically ridiculous energy. It is best enjoyed as a guilty-pleasure throwback to the era when Hollywood action movies believed every problem could be solved with a black mask, a sword, and several gallons of CGI blood.

Retro Television Review: Saved By The Bell: The New Class 2.20 “Drinking 101”


Welcome to Retro Television Reviews, a feature where we review some of our favorite and least favorite shows of the past!  On Tuesdays, I will be reviewing Saved By The Bell: The New Class, which ran on NBC from 1993 to 2o00.  The show is currently on Prime.

It’s time for the Bayside Gang to learn a lesson!

Episode 2.20 “Drinking 101”

(Dir by Don Barnhart, originally aired on November 19th, 1994)

It’s school trip time!  Mr. Belding, Screech, the Gang, and a bunch of anonymous Bayside students are spending a week at a ski lodge!

Rachel thinks the ski lodge is romantic but Brian doesn’t care about any of that.  He just wants to ski.  (“I have not skied since I lived in Switzerland,” he says and, for not the first time, I find myself wondering if the show is ever going to explain why he no longer lives in Switzerland.) Lindsay wants to go to a frat party, even if it means lying and saying that she’s a college student.  And Mr. Belding …. he just wants to survive.

It won’t be easy because Belding sprains his ankle as soon as he arrives at the ski lodge.  “My chief!” Screech yells in an early use of the falsetto that will define his character in later seasons.  Belding is supposed to stay off his ankle so, of course, Screech keeps tripping over him and dragging him up the slopes.  As a dancer, I more than know the pain of a sprained ankle and the scenes of Screech reinjuring Belding’s ankle did not make me smile.

While Screech throws a party for Mr. Belding, Lindsay, Rachel, and Megan sneak into a frat party so they can meet some boys.  (Yes, Rachel is dating Brian but she’s mad because all he wants to do is ski.)  Tommy, Bobby, and Brian soon end up at the same party.  Lindsay gets drunk.  Tommy gets drunk.  Tommy rides off on a skimobile and later has an accident.

Lesson learned!

Tommy has a broken leg.  His parents could totally sue the school district for not keeping an eye on him during a school trip.  Screech trips over Tommy’s cast, causing Tommy incredible pain.  Belding tells Lindsay and Tommy that they shouldn’t have been drinking and then he tells Rachel, Brian, Megan, and Bobby that they shouldn’t have let Lindsay and Tommy drink.  Hey, Belding, maybe you should have brought along more adults so they could keep an eye on the students.

Myself, I rarely drink because my tolerance for alcohol is pathetically low.  Still, I have to say that I found it funny that Lindsay woke up with the “worst hangover ever!” even though she only had two beers.  Even with my low tolerance, I’ve never had a hang over.  From my experience, it would have been more realistic for Lindsay to throw up and then fall asleep on a yoga mat.

Anyway, this episode ends with Belding and Tommy recovering from their injuries, the rest of the Gang “grounded for the weekend,” and Screech skiing.  I was kind of hoping the episode would end with the ski lodge being revealed to be the one that Lorena’s father owned on California Dreams.  That would have been a cross-over to remember!

The big problem with this episode — and really, this is something that seem to happen in every Peter Engel-produced teen sitcom — is that the actors were obviously having way too much fun pretending to be drunk.  I mean, hangover or not, Lindsay seemed to be having a good time.

Go Team!!!


The MLB post-season is starting today and, with my Rangers not in contention, it’s time for me to pick a team to cheer for.

Usually, when the Rangers aren’t in the playoffs, I support the Astros because they’re the other team for Texas.  This year, though, there’s too many hard feelings.  I could justify cheering for the Rangers if they got into the post-season with an 81-81 record but I just can’t do it for the Astros.

When I can’t cheer for either the Astros or the Rangers, I usually cheer for whatever team is representing the South in the playoffs.  This season, that would appear to be the Braves but the Braves are a National League team and I just can’t bring myself to support the NL.

So, who am I supporting this year?

Congratulations, Tampa Bay!  I hope I’ll be cheering for you all the way through the World Series!

Go Rays!