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Michael Walters

A woman’s scream through a ripped white sheet.

July 12 2024, 21:45

Tenebre

You see different things in a good piece of art as you get older. I wrote about Tenebre back in October 2020 for the #31DaysofHorror challenge. I loved it then, and I love it now, but the protagonist is far less likeable than I remember, and the twists more surprising. [more...]

A woman emerges from a colourful pool of water

July 10 2024, 21:40

Inferno

If Suspiria was a step away from the narrative rigours of a whodunnit, Inferno is a giant leap, with four (four!) protagonists in two cities — but it starts with a woman, Rose, being sold a rare occult book called The Three Mothers and coming to believe her apartment block was built for a witch. [more...]

Suzy Bannion arrives at Freiberg airport unaware of all that is to come.

July 07 2024, 10:35

Suspiria

Suspiria is a vivid, colourful dream where death stalks us, out of sight but ever-present. Characters die in complicated and fantastical ways to Goblin’s driving mix of Moog synths, bells, whispered vocals and a drum beat for the ages. And it’s a film filled with strong women. The men are all ineffectual side characters. [more...]

A woman stares out from a stage with a red curtain behind.

June 23 2024, 08:11

Deep Red

After making a couple of thrillers for television and a hard-to-find historical comedy that was a commercial flop, Argento returned to Giallo with a twisty, colourful, Goblin-scored mystery. [more...]

A woman runs screaming towards us with high hedges on either side.

June 19 2024, 06:15

Four Flies on Grey Velvet

Roberto, an American drummer in a band recording in Milan, chases a man who has been following him and accidentally kills him. A masked figure takes photographs and begins to torment Roberto, but what is their motive? [more...]

A man looks across at a pensive looking woman.

June 16 2024, 10:34

The Cat O’ Nine Tails

A blind ex-journalist overhears a conversation about blackmail outside his apartment. A newspaper reporter investigates a burglary in a nearby laboratory. As people at the lab start to die, the two men join forces to uncover the story. [more...]

A woman lies on the floor of an art gallery with creepy sculptures looming over her

June 08 2024, 13:10

The Bird with the Crystal Plumage

In Panico, Dario Argento describes himself as being of two halves — the contented person at home, and the person who is compelled to investigate the darkness inside himself through making films. [more...]

A road leading to gates to with trees on the right and houses on the left.

June 02 2024, 12:22

Changing

I’m six months into a new job. My father’s house is for sale. My son is living in Australia. My daughter is gearing up for GCSEs next year. My wife and I are looking at each other and thinking, this is the time we’ve been waiting for, and yet neither of us have clear plans. [more...]

May 26 2024, 15:35

Darling buds

Four days off work! My plan was to not have a plan and trust I would do what I needed to do. It’s day two and I’m excited because things are changing — my glute tendons are healing (YES), my meditation habit has bedded in (now I miss it when I can’t do it), I’ve... [more...]

Phallic microphone looming over story dice.

May 14 2024, 19:48

Gathering ideas

The heart of this project is writing new material. I also want a mechanism to let me easily share my work as I go, including selling it (shock horror!), without getting hung up on finding an agent and getting published. [more...]

May 11 2024, 10:45

Cornish horrors

I took my time with Cornish Horrors: Tales from the Land’s End, a collection of short stories I bought in Swansea Waterstones on one of my visits to see my father. Research can quickly become procrastination. [more...]

May 05 2024, 10:03

Impatience

Making art means making a mess. It means tidying up, organising, and discovering something in doing it. There are unexpected emotions. There are doubts and dead ends. There are technical problems. [more...]

Lady Rowena offers a rose to Vernon Fell.

April 13 2024, 10:29

Ligeia

Ligeia, by Edgar Allan Poe, is a six-thousand-word hallucinatory tale about an intense marriage that survives beyond death. The narrator is looking back, remembering his wife, Ligeia, who he idolised. [more...]

My DVDs and Blu-rays.

April 07 2024, 12:03

Physical media

Continuing my interest in how fiction and films work together, I picked up Cornish Horrors: Tales from the Land’s End, part of the British Library’s Tales of the Weird series, a collection I’ve owned for a few years and never read... [more...]

March 17 2024, 12:37

Evening classes

I’ve created a reading list my gut tells me is related to my work-in-progress. I went around the house scanning shelves and pulling out the books that tugged at my attention. [more...]

A bronze sculpture of a stern-faced woman placing her hand on the shoulder of a child clutching a loaf of bread.

March 07 2024, 21:11

Losing myself

I finally sorted the two big bags of books I brought back from Dad’s last weekend. He loved Stephen King, and he bought lots of King’s books as first edition UK hardbacks. I don’t currently have shelf space for this many books. [more...]

March 05 2024, 20:18

Writing is simple

I complicate things unnecessarily. Writing is simple. You write and edit until the piece of work feels complete and there is nothing more to do. [more...]

Bright window with glass cabinets on the left.

February 20 2024, 20:54

The joy of making things up

It took optimism to enrol on a creative writing MA — I can be a writer! I can be published! — but as I get older, I've also developed a pragmatism, tipping into cynicism, which can easily become procrastination, or even complete avoidance. [more...]

Piles of books on my father's sofa.

February 17 2024, 11:04

Back to the path

I spent the weekend before my father’s funeral sorting through his books. He had them on shelves in different rooms, but they were also tucked in drawers, stacked at the bottom of wardrobes and piled behind old televisions. [more...]

Dad

January 27 2024, 12:39

My father died

Dad died last week. He was eighty-eight. Looking back, it was a miracle we got him home from hospital for one final Christmas. He had a long life, he was loved, and he left peacefully. [more...]

The corner of a brown brick old cinema and a painted white brick wall with an interesting mix of guttering and vines.

January 13 2024, 16:01

Nostalgia

I’m in Wales at short notice because Dad’s been admitted into hospital. The co-morbidities have gathered and decided to strike. He’s in bad shape. Around visiting times I’m looking for peaceful, distracting activities. [more...]

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