A rash of recent news reports about flesh-eating humans -- the tally has hit at least seven in the last week -- has had a lot of people asking: Are we entering the zombie apocalypse?
Two key things people do not seem to have asked (but should!): So what the fuck are zombies, anyway? And: Do zombie ... More >>
In 1985, I was sent to a limestone cave in luxurious Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania, where I was made up for hours until I ended up covered with even more pustules and oozy shit than when I arrived.
I played a zombie in George Romero's eagerly awaited tri-quel Day of the Dead.
As an actor-director-lone horseman of the apocalypse, Dennis Hopper's career suggests some druggy Dylan ballad with Marcel Duchamp and James Dean riding their motorcycles up Boot Hill to steal the carnations off John Wayne's grave. Hopper was born, in Dodge City no less, to be wild; he lived ... More >>