http://100percentofnothing.com Static Multimedia Music Playing New Singles & Remixes Mon, 05 Jan 2009 18:03:27 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6 en Static Multimedia Music Playing New Singles & Remixes Static Multimedia Music Playing New Singles & Remixes Static Multimedia no Static Multimedia mike@staticmultimedia.com http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/12/devotchkas-how-it-ends/ http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/12/devotchkas-how-it-ends/#comments Wed, 10 Dec 2008 22:13:05 +0000 Dull1 http://100percentofnothing.com/?p=2171 http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/12/devotchkas-how-it-ends/feed/ Good Vs. Evil. The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly. Beauty And The Beast. Any and all of these concepts seem quite fitting when hearing that DeVotchka was the band chosen to have its song “How It Ends” featured in the new Gears Of War 2 commercial for XBox 360. More importantly for DeVotchka, though, is the new life that this promotion is breathing into an extraordinary album that was far overlooked a few years ago. The unlikely pairing of four extremely talented musicians with such diverse backgrounds is what makes the music of DeVotchka so enjoyable. With the uncanny on-stage arrangement of a junkyard cluttered by sousaphone, accordion, piano, violin, a bouzouki, an upright bass, percussion, trumpet, drums and a Theremin, it’s no wonder Xbox 360 chose this band as one that could bring such a conversely beautiful approach to a war game. Tags: Commercial, DeVotchka, How It Ends, MP3, TV, Xbox 360 Good Vs. Evil. The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly. Beauty And The Beast. Any and all of these concepts seem quite fitting when hearing that DeVotchka was the band chosen to have its song “How It Ends” featured in the new Gears Of War 2 commercial [...] http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/12/fugitive-kind-break-now/ http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/12/fugitive-kind-break-now/#comments Mon, 08 Dec 2008 23:06:45 +0000 Dull1 http://100percentofnothing.com/?p=2110 http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/12/fugitive-kind-break-now/feed/ With Fugitive Kind drawing comparisons to everyone from Queens of the Stone Age to The Pretenders, Muse to The Gossip, it comes as little surprise that Marsala draws inspiration from the likes of Jack White. One listen to her powerhouse vocals and it is readily apparent that Marsala has channeled this energy and made it unmistakably her own. January Tour Dates 01.16.09 Kenny’s Castaways (New York, NY 01.29.09 The Red and The Black (Washington DC) 02.01.09 Chaplin’s Music Cafe (Spring City, PA) 02.05.09 Norfolk Taphouse (Norfolk, VA) 02.06.09 Deep South Bar (Raleigh, NC) 02.07.09 Elliot’s Revue (Winston Salem, NC) Tags: Break Now, Fugitive Kind, MP3 With Fugitive Kind drawing comparisons to everyone from Queens of the Stone Age to The Pretenders, Muse to The Gossip, it comes as little surprise that Marsala draws inspiration from the likes of Jack White. One listen to her powerhouse vocals and [...] http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/12/twilight/ http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/12/twilight/#comments Fri, 05 Dec 2008 16:14:36 +0000 Brazilla R. Kreep http://100percentofnothing.com/?p=2056 http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/12/twilight/feed/ Dear Love Thirsty Gothicans, The notorious film Twilight, is a contemporary love story between a vampire and his human quarry starring Kristen Stewart as the exquisite Bella Swan. Deliciously directed by Catherine Hardwicke and based on the best-selling novels by Stephenie Meyer, Twilight is a Gothic fairy-tale just ripe for all those young ladies and sensitive boys that adore living in angst-ridden shadows.  Inspired more by Stephenie’s books, the following ode honors the virgin emotions of falling in love for the very first bite.  Enjoy. in e†ernity, Brazillia R. Kreep In Twilight There • Subscribe iTunes • Subscribe via RSS Feed In Twilight there For nothing is as it appears To be or not to be That’s the riddle Shakespeare bled So long ago for I was there To see him in the mirror, then In Twilight there In Twilight In Twilight Twilight there In Twilight there Is only us two hearts beating feverishly Beating, beating, rushing blood To taste our own, to lick our tongues Together while we run away Live to fight another day In Twilight there In Twilight In Twilight Twilight there In Twilight there Eyes locked Climbing inside pupils To see each other’s worlds Walk hand in hand into the mist of it See such wonder Hear such thunder Taste the salt that’s in the air In Twilight there In Twilight In Twilight Twilight there Tags: Brazilla R. Kreep, The Kreep, Twilight Dear Love Thirsty Gothicans, The notorious film Twilight, is a contemporary love story between a vampire and his human quarry starring Kristen Stewart as the exquisite Bella Swan. Deliciously directed by Catherine Hardwicke and based on [...] http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/the-kreep-saw-v/ http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/the-kreep-saw-v/#comments Fri, 31 Oct 2008 03:00:06 +0000 Brazilla R. Kreep http://100percentofnothing.com/?p=1744 http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/the-kreep-saw-v/feed/ Happy Hallowe’en! For the entire month of October, I commemorate Hallowe’en. I do this by watching a classic horror film franchise such as Halloween or The Nightmare On Elm Street series from its terrifying beginning until its final bloody demise. Yet reminiscent of the monsters hacking their way through these adolescent slice n’ dicers, these horror films get right back up on their feet, and keep coming back for more screams, more jeers, not to mention our hard-earned dollars and cents. These brilliantly packaged blood-letters become a never-ending scream fest of splatter one-upsmanship, where it is no longer about the plot, but in the lofty Production design: developing exceptionally inventive ways to dispose of the current crop of beautiful people up there on the celluloid screen. In that regard, the SAW franchise is no different. The fact that David Hackl, the Production Designer of SAW II, III, and IV, directed SAW V seems the perfect preference. And does SAW V look maniacally magnificent, and all of Jigsaw’s torture devices quite inspired and especially devastating in their wickedly painful ways. There are dozens of life-saving keys shoved in all of the inappropriate places, a really nasty sewer vault, bomb shelters to escape explosions, expanding and contracting walls, water-filled wrought-iron head caskets, beheading neck-tie traps, and pendulums ferociously swinging, whilst the body count could reach its peak supreme this time out. Yeah–SAW V really outdoes itself, returning to its roots. But let’s be honest, my kreepy kritters, we do not sit in a darkened theater the week of Hallowe’en watching SAW V to experience anything but shear terror, and to relish in the fantastically familiar formula we have grown to fear and revere. These horrific films are as scrumptious as the candy corn that appears on the shelves in every supermarket come October–highly addictive fructose, sugar, and artificial sweeteners with no nutritional value whatsoever. Still it’s something we need to do every time the leaves turn orange and the weather cools, we shove those addictive sugar sweet candies in our mouth while we scream at the bloody “eye-candy” in such famous franchises as Tobe Hooper’s The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, John Carpenter’s Halloween, and now the infamous SAW series. This is, for better or worse, an American Halloween tradition. In e†ernity, The Kreep • Subscribe iTunes • Subscribe via RSS Feed JIGSAW I want to play a game T’cut the cast of your conceit Ungrateful fools abundant O’ how simple rules pertain Endure tic-toc, tic-toc, Life’s transitory chore Before the sport implodes Sweet breathe departs T’seize without pause Reflect on consequence Discern the ache of ignorance Tear thy flesh Pound thy bone Squeeze crimson from a fleeting stone See at once, eyes bulging, Hear it now, ears brimming full, Speak out, tongue purple swollen, As wayward angels pluck thy chords Blackened dirge T’your demise C’est la vie Game over!   Want an Extra Special Halloween Treat? Sign Up for The Kreep’s newsletter and get a free devilish download! Email Tags: Brazilla R. Kreep, horror, Saw, The Kreep Happy Hallowe’en! For the entire month of October, I commemorate Hallowe’en. I do this by watching a classic horror film franchise such as Halloween or The Nightmare On Elm Street series from its terrifying beginning until its final bloody [...] http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/the-exorcist/ http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/the-exorcist/#comments Thu, 23 Oct 2008 16:05:09 +0000 Brazilla R. Kreep http://100percentofnothing.com/?p=1631 http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/the-exorcist/feed/ Dear Kreepy Krawlers, I first saw William Peter Blatty’s The Exorcist, in a small suburban movie theatre nestled in the heart of Media, Pennsylvania–just West of Philadelphia. Afterwards, I slept with the lights on… for weeks. The idea that the devil could just sweep into my body, and make me spew all over a priest had me absolutely terrified. I was an altar boy after all. I even knew where the Holy Water and the wine were stashed for goodness sake. I also hung around the priests, some old enough to remind me of the exorcist himself. While others had tales of actual exorcisms they had attended over the years. It was such a creepy existence after experiencing that horror show. The Exorcist, directed by Academy® Award-winner William Friedkin (The French Connection) is the scariest movie in the world. Period. I visit it only once in a blue moon after many glasses of wine or when I want to feel the warm release of my bowls. Such as after Regan (Linda Blair) walks backwards down the stairs like a spider in The Version You’ve Never Seen. Oh my God. I am sitting in a darkened theatre in Chicago, Illinois some thirty years later, knowing I can handle the scares because I know the film, I know it, every creepy nook and cranny. But when Regan runs down the stairs like an arachnid on speed I screamed along with several other unsuspecting souls. We all looked at each other. We were all going to be sleeping with the lights on… again. So step on up, ladies and gentlemen! This is the original, the one and only most terrifying exorcism movie ever filmed. Watch it alone and in the dark, folks. I double-double-dare you. In E†ernity, The Kreep • Subscribe iTunes • Subscribe via RSS Feed THE EXORCIST Across the window pane an autumn leaf hovers T’sway back and fourth drop toward Boston street below Float endlessly along concrete stairs As hobgoblins n’ witches titter crosswalks Whist beneath lamppost he stands in shadows T’know duty holds him still A Priest eyes the leaf, Folding over n’ over T’land at feet quite cold How he knows what waits inside the girl For it is endless Without patience All ego n’ bitterness scold T’kill the slightest warmth Bend most delicate devotion Crush innocent soul There in window peeking Tiny leaf hitches another gust T’disappear into the gloom O’ exorcist t’cross himself Stand more erect than his age permits Removes his hat T’approach such wickedness Unyielding Tags: Brazilla R. Kreep, The Exorcist, The Kreep Dear Kreepy Krawlers, I first saw William Peter Blatty’s The Exorcist, in a small suburban movie theatre nestled in the heart of Media, Pennsylvania–just West of Philadelphia. Afterwards, I slept with the lights on… for weeks. The idea that [...] http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/halloween/ http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/halloween/#comments Fri, 10 Oct 2008 01:15:18 +0000 Brazilla R. Kreep http://100percentofnothing.com/?p=1493 http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/halloween/feed/ Dear demented darlings, Yes–being over 100 years old, Brazillia R. Kreep was old enough to have experienced John Carpenter’s brilliantly simple Halloween as it premiered in movie theatres all across America in late October of 1978. It terrified me, and my rather hefty assemblage of curious horror connoisseurs good n’ plenty (candy of choice). As I recall, our kreepy killer Michael Myers even sent some of the patrons running up the isles, and out into the lobby screaming, with a trail of spilt popcorn the only sign that they had attended this gory slash-fest. Of course such antics only added to the fun, and I knew in an instant that we were experiencing a horror cult classic of bloody-sized proportions. Donald Pleasence (Dracula, Buried Alive) and Jamie Lee Curtis (The Fog, Prom Night) turn in bona fide gut-wrenching performances as the robotic murdering Myers turns their little town of Smiths Grove, Illinois bright red for All Saints Eve. But it was Carpenter’s score that took on a sinister personality of its own, alerting audiences that our brutal ripper was about to step out of the shadows for the kill. The theme song would become as famous as Bernard Herman’s Psycho and the Exorcist Tubular Bells theme. Kreepy Krumbs: Originally billed as The Babysitter Murders, Halloween received its now famous title before shooting began thanks in part to its producer Irwin Yablans (Halloween II, Halloween III), who discovered that no other film to date had used the infamous holiday for its title. Michael Myers’ trademark mask was a last minute dime store find of a $1.98 Captain Kirk Halloween mask: eyes cut out, hair teased wild, and spray-painted all white by Production designer Tommy Lee Wallace. Favorite standout performance: P.J. “Totally” Soles (Carrie, The Devil’s Rejects) who would go on to scream-queen stardom throughout the late 70’s and early 80’s. • Subscribe iTunes • Subscribe via RSS Feed PRINCE OF HALLOWE’EN A tinkling of boo ivory Booming base t’deafening scream Proclaims Michael Prince of Hallowe’en T’splatter shameful sister dear Strip her dreams T’stab n’ shear Expose all inward crimson sight Then dawn a mask throughout the night Unsuspecting lovers fierce Teenies destined for the pierce Rip thy flesh Ribs t’heart Bleed the naughty from the start As the music echoes on Count dead bodies all night long For Michael Prince of Hallowe’en The perfect murdering machine Tags: Brazilla R. Kreep, halloween, The Kreep Dear demented darlings, Yes–being over 100 years old, Brazillia R. Kreep was old enough to have experienced John Carpenter’s brilliantly simple Halloween as it premiered in movie theatres all across America in late October of 1978. It [...] http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/the-hunger/ http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/the-hunger/#comments Wed, 01 Oct 2008 06:44:01 +0000 Brazilla R. Kreep http://100percentofnothing.com/?p=1324 http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/10/the-hunger/feed/ Dear delectable vamps, Tony Scott’s stylish cross genre tour de force The Hunger staring David Bowie (The Man Who Fell To Earth), Catherine Deneuve (Dancer in the Dark), and Susan Sarandon (Igby Goes Down) opened to critical disdain in 1982 followed by a cult following to rival The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Before the scores of “new” vampire spins hit the literary scene, thanks to the gifted Anne Rice and her Interview With The Vampire fable, this small, yet extremely powerful horror thriller tapped into that vain, presenting a mythical creature full of philosophical angst, social complexity, and bisexual passions–deliciously modern all around. Mr. Scott’s The Hunger succeeds in combining a sensual, rhythmic soundtrack, seasoned art direction, along with a crisp kinetic editing style that appealed to the ever-growing MTV crowd. A younger, hipper audience now wanted their stories revealed in more ethereal, more contemporary luminosity.  So, for their adolescent sins, Mr. Scott delivered unto them the perfect cinematic “eye candy” based on Whitley Strieber’s best selling novel by the same name. Every frame in The Hunger is so stunning to look at, and so beautiful t’behold. This is a film about immortality, after all, and as the vampire’s fade into the dust of their ruination, so we too are reminded that it is the fate of all human beings to be ashes t’ashes n’ dust t’dust. For it is not only blood the vampire desires most of all, but love of the heart, and it’s insatiable thirst for more. The Hunger is a perfect commencement for this year’s dark n’ dreamy Hallowe’en. May you watch it with an autumn breeze through open windows, turning your billowing curtains into ghosts, with an exquisite soul mate wrapped gently in your arms, and a shared hunger that will lead to the sheets before the final reel. In E†ernity, The Kreep • Subscribe iTunes • Subscribe via RSS Feed THE HUNGER (IS TOO MUCH) The hunger is too much Unyeilding n’ forever No end No quench No nothing, my love But you The hunger is too much Too many Too far Too near, my sustenance T’be in moon shadows Seen or unseen I will drink of thee, my thirst This hunger is too much Tags: The Hunger, The Kreep Dear delectable vamps, Tony Scott’s stylish cross genre tour de force The Hunger staring David Bowie (The Man Who Fell To Earth), Catherine Deneuve (Dancer in the Dark), and Susan Sarandon (Igby Goes Down) opened to critical disdain in 1982 [...] http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/09/blade-runner/ http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/09/blade-runner/#comments Thu, 25 Sep 2008 14:29:37 +0000 Brazilla R. Kreep http://100percentofnothing.com/?p=1211 http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/09/blade-runner/feed/ Dear Kreep Kritters, Blade Runner is my favorite of two stellar science fiction films.  The second grounder-breaker being Alien, of course, as both futuristic offerings were directed by the supreme agnostic Ridley Scott.  Needless t’say, I believe Ridley Scott t’be one of the eminent visionaries of genre films.  His astral mind’s eye has created worlds we can still see, live inside of, embrace as unfeigned, knowing the hustle bustle of these futuristic imaginings still thrive somewhere in the heart of Hollywood Land.  Ridley took the super clean, multicolored spandex space environment with shag carpeted space creatures and delivered a cosmos in all its gritty, multiethnic, super virtual, and fossil fuel burning glory.  He did this with an amazing “eye” for detail and with an ensemble of brilliant actors and technicians, many of which had never worked with the British born director–and he even lived t’tell the tale. Whilst hanging in the village of New York, attending classes to learn the finer points of acting (helping me t’read my poetry to the small, yet devoted following I had in the mid eighties,) I happened upon a darling pair of sisters attending the Michael Bennett, Tommy Tune, and Ron Field headed Broadway workshops: Sean and Kathy Young. Sean was a breathtaking match for her sassy sister Kathy with her way too honest observations and gorgeous frame, she floated through the rooms of her East Village apartment as if she was born t’be a movie star.  I will never forget Sean’s enthusiasm for filmmaking, and even though I heard stories of her antics since her rise t’fame, I’ll never forget her gentle spirit, sitting on her ragtag sofa while showing me her scrapbook of personal Polaroid’s of Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner.  I think now as I thought then that here was a incredibly young girl thrust into super stardom at an age most where trying to figure out how t’survive High School.  If she displayed attitudes inappropriate, I would have dismissed it as adolescent angst, not insanity.  But alas… I saw Blade Runner in New York city on opening in 1982, and my mouth literally hung open.  Of course Sean Young was an absolute vision, a star on the rise, but so was the entire film.  It had a look n’ feel that would forever change the way the future of our world would be depicted on film.  If Aliens was “Jaws” in space, Blade Runner was the classic “1984”.  It simply and most sincerely took me by surprise.  I believed in Ridley’s world.  And even more than the film’s leading man Harrison Ford, a supporting role emerged as the heartbeat of the motion picture: Rutger Hauer’s portrayal of the super android rebel Roy Batty.  In that performance alone was the celluloid glue needed t’hold Blade Runner together.  It was a performance of sincere passion, grace, and savage brutality as the iconic sensitive n’ sexy rogue was born.  Opposite Harrison Ford’s understated Rick Deckard, Hauer gave us an android we could embrace as full of circuitry and gears, super warmth, super charms, and a sense of humor akin a rock star. This was a performance t’go down in cinematic history.  Is it no wonder I present t’you my ode t’Ridley Scotts’ Sci-Fi masterpiece entitled Time T’die… enjoy. In E†ernity, The Kreep • Subscribe iTunes • Subscribe via RSS Feed TIME T’DIE Never thought that I would weep For androids counting electric sheep T’close mine eyes upon the eve Experience quantum make-believe Souls t’be or not t’be O’ how I yearn vivacity Sing O’ symphonies serene My plastic wakened state of me Things you people wouldn’t see Attack ships burning, souls bereaved, Tap Orion n’ watch C-beams Glitter in my misty dream Alas Tan Hauser Gate supreme All those… memories Lost in time’s own mysteries As doth tear drops melt in rainy seas Time t’die in reverie Tags: Blade Runner, Brazilla R. Kreep, Kreep's Korner Dear Kreep Kritters, Blade Runner is my favorite of two stellar science fiction films.  The second grounder-breaker being Alien, of course, as both futuristic offerings were directed by the supreme agnostic Ridley Scott.  Needless t’say, I [...] http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/09/silence-of-the-lambs/ http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/09/silence-of-the-lambs/#comments Wed, 17 Sep 2008 14:26:57 +0000 Brazilla R. Kreep http://100percentofnothing.com/?p=1202 http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/09/silence-of-the-lambs/feed/ Dear kreepy klassic fans, I will get right to the point: Thomas Harris’ The Silence of the Lambs is one of the supreme horror films of all time. It came out as a whisper in the dark movie houses of our nation, and then grew t’play like a mighty lion’s roar to audiences all across the globe. It elevated the serial killer to an almost anti-hero status while making sure it gave us that old nasty one Buffalo Bill. You know, just to remind us the true nature of the dark beast brooding in basements in the dark. For these men are forever truly sick n’ twisted souls. They do not see the world as we do. They do not appreciate the light n’ joy that surrounds them. Not one ounce, not one iota. They are sinister holes that need to fill their voids with innocent human sacrifice. They are t’be feared. They are t’be mistrusted and avoided at all cost. So the lesson goes. The Silence of the Lambs, directed by Oscar® winner Jonathan Demme, brought poetry to the fading Saturday matinee slasher. It ripped it from its B-movie hiding place, a gorgeous bloody heart still beating to the symphony of a classic opera in Vienna, Shakespeare in the park, Broadway under the stars of a midsummer night’s dream. It did this with screen legend Sir Anthony Hopkins as the charming cannibal of wicked souls. With a shadowy sophisticated dementia, Dr. Lector felt the need to literally devour the evil in men’s hearts, steamy meal by gourmet meal. It did this with Jodie Foster brilliantly playing an aggressive young crime fighter reaching in the night to hush the crying of the lambs, not because she was a woman wanting t’be the first, but rather just because she wanted it so. It wasn’t about feminism for Clarice Starling, it was about being, doing, achieving something greater than her roots. Being a woman was secondary, as it should be, she simply didn’t care much about such political aspirations. It was about passion n’ conviction. In that, she was the ultimate feminist. All this allowed The Silence of the Lambs to achieve a place in cinema history unparalleled. So as you read/listen to my little ode to Dr. Hannibal Lector and Agent Clarice Starling’s first encounter in the dungeon of the Baltimore Insane Asylum, never forget what he is, “Pure Psychopath. Very rare to capture one alive.” For it is true, my kreepy friends, you don’t want Hannibal Lector running around inside your head. Or, on second thought, maybe, you do. In E†ernity, Brazillia R. Kreep • Subscribe iTunes • Subscribe via RSS Feed KREEPY KLASSICS FLY AWAY (Ode to The Silence of the Lambs) Agent Starling, I presume (sniffs) O’ how I smell your stale perfume You know what you remind me of With your good bag, shoes so suave You look just like a well-scrubbed rube Awkward, simple, quite the boob You’re not “real” FBI I won’t even dignify You’re questions, with my expertise Dissect me, I think not, Clarice Now tell me, what was your father, dear? A cool miner, stunk of the lamp n’ gear? That accent too? Pure West Virgina, see… So hard to shed, so hard t’be One life away from poor white trash Good-length of bone n’ some panache And oh, how the boys found you! Tedious, sticky fumblings you can’t undue While crying in your stale boudoirs Must’ve left a lot of scares Oh, agent Starling how you dreamed Out your bedroom window schemed Wished upon a twinkling star Up above n’ o’ so far The journey from that backwoods bend Uncomplicated life transcend T’reach the coveted golden ring Swirling, sweating, trembling Rocking the backseats of cars Eyes a glazed upon your bars T’break free, n’ shout “good-bye!” All the way to the F. B. I. Now fly away, Fly, fly, fly… Tags: Silence of the Lambs, The Kreep Dear kreepy klassic fans, I will get right to the point: Thomas Harris’ The Silence of the Lambs is one of the supreme horror films of all time. It came out as a whisper in the dark movie houses of our nation, and then grew t’play like a [...] http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/09/dexter/ http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/09/dexter/#comments Thu, 11 Sep 2008 19:18:22 +0000 Brazilla R. Kreep http://100percentofnothing.com/?p=1164 http://100percentofnothing.com/2008/09/dexter/feed/ My dear fabulous freaks of Kreep, Say the words serial killer before, say, 1971, and Jack the Ripper would instantly come to mind. He was the crowned prince of death n’ darkness, an evil ghost roaming through the foggy streets of Whitechapel outside of London in the brisk fall of 1888. His prowl for the blemished yet innocent women of the night to slice n’ dice away his feverish lunacy would leave a bloodstain that would never wash out. His heinous crimes began a mainstream conscientiousness that would forever dissect this shadowy villain as acrimoniously as he dissected his prey. And so we thought. Today our dastardly Jack has taken a back seat to an array of more infamous butcherers. The new Ripper rosters are bursting with sick-twisted pretty boys, hideous pungent pedophiles, and cowardly rapists, while the list of serial killers grows unavoidably morbidly fat. Every newspaper, magazine, and new media outlet is ripe with the latest stars of the serial killer kingdom. The genuine horrors of men were stealing the media spotlight, certainly outweighing the mythical Hollywood monsters roaming on the silver screen. Ask me to sit in a room with Richard Speck or Frankenstein and I will most definitely pick the flat-headed green fiend over the killer of young nurses. I’d rather be hugged t’death than dissected by a genuine psychopath that was known t’giggle when he killed. Now hordes of new bloodthirsty creatures walked the streets, kept our nightmares ripe with screams. The prevailing serial killer was somebody to fling all our odium and anxiety at, the perfect evil pawn for a country fatigued, having had experienced the likes of The Zodiac Killer, The Hillside Strangler, and Charles Manson all in one fell swoop. In the age of modern technologies, the serial killer was as everyday as taxes and, um, death. But then the serial killer took a peculiar and somewhat distinctive turn for the… better? With the bestselling novel The Red Dragon by Thomas Harris, the serial killer became a sort of sidekick to the super cop persona made famous by screen icon Clint Eastwood of Dirty Harry fame. Now the serial killer could be someone to keep in his cell, sure, locked up or bound, okay, but if intelligent enough with a bit of wit and personality, this caged mass murderer might become the new “gulp” anti-hero. Take Harris’ factiously infamous Hannibal “The Cannibal” Lecter for example, and while real life assassins continued to shock us with their heinous crimes, the media was now churning them into the new name above the marquee. When Silence of the Lambs hit the summer blockbuster listing, everything would change. With Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Sir Anthony Hopkins created the courteous mass murderer with an abundance of sex appeal and class. He even received an Academy Award® for the honor of portraying a man that not only viciously gutted his victims–he ate them. The serial killer film franchise had begun. There was no turning back. The new Ripper had arrived to slap the faces of his predecessors with all the flamboyance of the royals. The world was in love with serial killers with heart. Goodbye Dracula, and hello Dr. Hannibal Lecter–“H”. Then, after 20 some odd years under the media microscope, the bloody dust finally settled, and we returned to our senses, loathing serial killers like we did in the old days. Just in time for Showtime’s brilliant bent on the diabolical mass murderer to appear on the small screen. Ta-dah! With their oh so clever adaptation of Darkly Dreaming Dexter, deliciously penned by crime novelist Jeff Lindsay, Dexter not only creates a serial killer with a conscious, he’s a true-blue antihero. Thanks to Michael C. Hall’s understated performance, Dexter is a chiseled boy next door gone horribly bad. Yet it’s not his fault about his childhood trauma, discovered by a cop (Morgan, tenderly played by James Remar) soaking in an ocean of someone else’s blood. For Dexter destroys only [...] My dear fabulous freaks of Kreep, Say the words serial killer before, say, 1971, and Jack the Ripper would instantly come to mind. He was the crowned prince of death n’ darkness, an evil ghost roaming through the foggy streets of Whitechapel [...]