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|Posted by Aaron Dries on March 31, 2015 at 2:25 AM||comments (5)|
It's my top 100 (and you can cry if you want to)...
Whilst there's bound to be cross-over, don't read this list expecting the IMDB top 100. My brain is wired in weird and wonderful ways, so it should be of no surprise that this list film crosses the entire spectrum. From childhood cartoons to Academy Award winners. From quiet dramas to screeching horror. It's all here. And it's all me. This Top 100 films of all time list is what all Top 100 films of all time...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Aaron Dries on February 21, 2014 at 11:50 PM||comments (1)|
When it comes to dissecting Aussie culture, Greg McLean’s latest illuminates the tropes better than Baz Luhrmann’s massively budgeted attempts. And while I think there’s more to Australia (2005 than most give it credit for, Wolf Creek 2 ultra-effectively dissects issues such as masculinity, the city vs country conflict, and immigration with the most dan...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Aaron Dries on October 18, 2012 at 10:50 PM||comments (5)|
Condolences just aren’t enough.
That’s why I’m telling you that you’re not alone. And I know that’s hard to hear. Sometimes, the pain of loneliness ends up feeling a little like pleasure, which is why it can be so hard to give up.
You’re not alone; take comfort in this fact … But never underestimate how severely you can be underest...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Aaron Dries on October 5, 2012 at 12:20 AM||comments (2)|
|Posted by Aaron Dries on October 2, 2012 at 5:50 AM||comments (0)|
So here we are...
You work for months on end; debate over sentences; cry and sweat over the tiniest editorial decision ... and it all boils down to this.
Will people like your work, or will it be hated?
Will you offend, or will it be met with little more than casual indifference?
Wel...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Aaron Dries on September 20, 2012 at 1:00 AM||comments (1)|
Prologue: An Evening in Washington State
July Twenty-Eight, 2007
The house was a moonlit carving in the dark. There were no chirping crickets, no birdsong—just winter silence. The sigh of trees. Stacy Norman slept inside, unaware of her role in The Forgiveness. She’d been chosen because she appeared innocent, but she would suffer because she’d committed the unpardonable crime of kindness.
Her...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Aaron Dries on July 18, 2012 at 2:35 AM||comments (1)|
When you’re as prolific as Stephen King—and when the ravens of Hollywood have picked at your bones for over forty years—you’re bound to hit some home runs. Take Carrie (1976) or The Shawshank Redemption (1994) for example, films so superbly crafted they’ll garner Oscar attention.
And then there are those other films. The not quite so polished gems.
But here’s the thing…...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Aaron Dries on March 26, 2012 at 7:30 PM||comments (4)|
We’re not emerging into the digital age anymore — it’s very much here. With that in mind, I think it’s important to remember the value of good-old-fashioned books, and more importantly, the paper bound between their covers. The words on those pages only last a reading for some; for others, the words last for as long as the novel remains in print … But then there’s that other shelf life. The kind of shelf life that extends to the almost cu...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Aaron Dries on March 5, 2012 at 9:10 PM||comments (0)|
It was the night before ebook release and all through the house … not a creature was stirring—
Oh, hold it. Something was stirring. Something in the dark. The kind of something that only starts to lurk about once you’re asleep in your bed. It crawls up your staircase towards your room, its joints popping as It moves. You can’t see It because your eyes are closed, but Its form is blocking out the moonlight and casting a dim shadow u...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Aaron Dries on March 1, 2012 at 8:50 PM||comments (1)|
DADDY by Aaron Dries
Lewis was only two weeks into his four-month contract with the London architecture firm when he found the baby in the dumpster, lying on a cot of lettuce leaves and used condoms. He butted out the cigarette he'd been smoking, downed his coffee and ran into the alley, following the cries.
He saw her through his thick lens Coke-bottle glasses; she was naked, shive...Read Full Post »