Wow! That was close! We can laugh about it now, we're alright!
Cumulatively, y'all got (almost) every frame; had you pooled your answers to the bitter end you'd've gotten that much closer to the finish line.
But if we've learned anything from this round, it's something we've already suspected: not enough of you are well-versed in the cinema of Steven Seagal - that's something we'd like you to work on for next season.

Here are the answers:
The Killing
The Limey
My Cousin Vinny

Green Room
So I Married An Axe Murderer
The Player
Real Genius
Rain Man

Born on the Fourth of July
Hellraiser III: Hell On Earth
The Money Pit
On Deadly Ground
The Terminator

Highest batting averages go to Ethan (with the most right answers) and Luke (whose recognition of Money Pit would've given Ethan a damn-near full house).

Different frames, same game. Don't get scared now.






Listen you fuckers, you screwheads...
But seriously, we're here on a mission of mercy to give you the good leads - the Glengarry leads. For the first time since we started this game we find ourselves without a champion... yet.
Luke's lengthy attempt has been the closest (with only one incorrect guess & six blanks), so take this, brothers and sisters, may it serve you well.
Regardless of whether or not anyone has a beautiful enough mind for all fifteen answers, the game will resume on December 3rd with a new set of head-scratchers - and hopefully an announcement of a winner (or, at the very least, the lucky owner of a metaphorical set of steak knives). 



MY POSTER PAST :: part 4

After however many years of paying homage to film & television, I suddenly had a strong (and somewhat pointless) craving for variety. That added to the fact that they simply weren't making easily available posters for all the movies I wanted to celebrate. So, with this equation, I kept a sharp eye for works of art that were worthy of my sacred walls, and it often proved to hang somewhere between an agonizing struggle and mild complacency; sometimes I found stuff that fit in with my interests, and sometimes I just needed posters - and they qualified.

- Paul

The Scream

No angsty preteen doesn't love "The Scream" - and the print I bought had its own appropriately somber history. Apart from inexplicably being manufactured in black and white, it sat rolled, unopened, and neglected in a corner for some time - long enough for one edge to be chewed on by my dog, which created a fascinating recurring pattern of teeth marks along one side.
This was a tough one to love.

The Alchemist

I was into fantasy stuff for a minute: wizards, dragons, castles - but more for the treasure, skulls, and fire. I even had an extensive collection of pewter figurines depicting such - it was an aesthetic of gothic busyness that appealed to me, and this poster captured a bit of that.
Oddly, my interest in this stuff didn't derive from any film or literature, and to this day I've yet to come across any movies or books that've captured the look that once sparked an interest.

Religious Views of Life

I wasn't raised with any religion in my house, so I was always a bit ignorant to the mechanics and origin stories and rituals. Fortunately, I stumbled upon this ancient scroll that not only summed up the details, but also fit in with the medieval motif I was steering into.
That & it had a buncha swear words on it.

1960 Corvette

For a while there, this particular year/make/model machine kept popping up on my radar (particularly Animal House and True Lies), and while I wasn't particularly into cars at that age (especially not sports cars), I found this particular sports car to be very sexy.
Lo and behold, this ended up being the auto pinup of the mid 90s (and I contributed to that achievement).

Jenny McCarthy

I wasn't entirely aware of Jenny when I bought this masterpiece; I don't know too many 11-year-old boys who gave a shit about Singled Out. But an argument against a naked blonde with pink satin sheets and a smile is an argument you will lose.
Objectification at its purest.




After yet another battle royale against our favorite federal institution - The United States Postal Service - we're ready to kick the tires and light the fires and find out once again who's got amazing skills.
Our girl Leticia with the Rain Man brain and the Stanley Spector game is currently 2-0, putting all you cinematic philistines to shame.

Moving forward, there'll be a few adjustments made to the format - which may or may not affect the level of fun.
All comments will be published as they're received - in turn, you may end up helping each other out in the naming the full set, so don't feel hesitant to leave blanks. And if you have a competition in you and don't want anyone else to succeed, an incorrect entry can sometimes throw everyone off.

But more importantly (and sadly) is that no tangible prizes will be given henceforth, due largely to the consistent inconsistency of mail delivery and the likely unlikeliness that you'd receive your trophy.
We'll announce the winner by name along with a link to your blog, social media profile, Amazon wishlist, Pornhub playlist, or whatever you wanna direct traffic to as a result of your talents - just let us know how to spread your victory.

Also, when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.






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A Nightmare at Country Club Estates

Halloween has always been the best day of the year for me. I eat candy, watch horror movies, and as an 'adult,' eat burritos and drink sangria. Each and every Halloween of my life has been memorable, but one stands out for how truly terrifying it was - a real night of horror that has stayed with me for nearly 30 years.

In 1989, my mom and I lived in the shittiest apartment complex; you know, the kind that had mushrooms growing on the carpets and no screens on the windows so there were always big spiders and stray cats in our house. All of our neighbors were constantly getting broken into and the kids down the hall would literally shit in front of our living room windows for fun.

On Halloween of that first year it was cold and pouring buckets. My mom decided it was a great idea to drive me up to each building and send me in, alone, to get my candy. It was the end of the 80s and I don't think parents were scared to let their kids out of their sights yet. Plus, my mom was super shitty.

At the end of the night, when we reached the last building, I ran in to avoid getting wet. I was greeted inside the doorway by a young hispanic man who looked like Willie Lopez from Ghost.
He says to me, "Hi pretty girl - I love your costume! My friends and all of their little girls are at a party in my apartment the third floor. You can just come in."

I will forever thank the universe for two things: Chinese food and being precocious at a very young age. I went door to door collecting my candy and I quietly approached the man's apartment and listened at the door. It was silent.

I never knocked and I never went in. I will never know if this man was simply going to jump out and scare me or grab me, rape me, and kill me. It will forever remains a mystery. I've always said I have nine lives, and I definitely think that was one of them.

This very well could have destroyed my lifelong love affair with this holiday if not for the following Halloween. In 1990 I was going to be a Dalmatian. I have to admit I was a little nervous about the trick-or-treating experience for fear of being snatched off into oblivion. I didn't know if it was my apprehension or if I caught a belly bug, but I woke up on Halloween day with my head in the toilet. There would be no tricking or treating this year.

Even though I was scared about the experience, I was still very much bummed. We were supposed to go with a group of kids and their parents from our building. I heard my mom telling one of the other moms that we had to cancel and I buried my head in my pillow.

That evening I tried to make the best of the situation and fell asleep on the couch watching scary movies. I woke up early to knocking on my front door. To my surprise, there stood the little boy from the end of the hall with a pumpkin pail full of candy for me. He explained that they all felt so bad that I wasn't well that at each house they stopped at they took an extra piece for me.

This one simple act renewed my faith in humanity and restored my love of Halloween for life.

- Jess
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