Tag: fearandloathing
Fear and Loathing at Comic Con 2014, Part IV: The Conclusion
CHAPTER 8: LET'S BE TERRORISTSMy head is still throbbing from being drugged the previous night. My asshole is throbbing even more. I can't decide which hurts worse. I think it might be neither. I think it might be the news spreading all over...
Fear & Loathing At Comic-Con, Part 3: Reptilian Rape Culture
CHAPTER 6: SELL IT TO ME, BABY!Uzi is adamant that we get dinner immediately after finishing our session with the Sunshine Podium. "What are you in the mood for, Greg? I could go for some Mexican. Scratch that, I NEED some...
Fear & Loathing At Comic-Con 2014, Part II: How I Went To San Diego, Joined A Cult, And Sold My Screenplay
CHAPTER 4: STUPID FUCKING WHITE MEN DOING STUPID FUCKING WHITE MEN STUFFScott may be a lot of things. Crazy may be the first that comes to mind, but he's no liar. Unlike the mental institution that I was just released...
Pissing In The Punch Bowl At The 2014 Sundance Film Festival Part 3: Let The Bodies Hit The Floor
TAKEN FROM THE JOURNALS OF UZI SILVERSTEINCHAPTER 7: DUMB AND DUMBER. I've been tailing Craig Christodoulou for three days, waiting for the right chance to catch him off guard without any witnesses around. Maybe he is the anti Christ. Maybe...
Pissing In The Punch Bowl At The 2014 Sundance Film Festival, Part 1: Spies, Bloggers, And Dead Comedians
INTRODUCTION: MY NAME IS UZI SILVERSTEIN BECAUSE I FUCK MOTHER FUCKERS UP LIKE A SUB MACHINE GUN.If there's one thing that the Israeli Defense force teaches you, it's to always have a plan. Not only should you have a plan,...
Greg Christie's FEAR AND LOATHING Series Could Exist In The Real, Actual World With Your Help!
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you what I am reasonably certain is the world's first ever crowd funding campaign to offer black light erotica as a supporter reward. And that can only mean one thing: ScreenAnarchy's resident madman, Greg...
Fear & Loathing At Fantastic Fest 2013, Part I: Back To The Womb. (NSFW!)
CHAPTER 1: ON THE ROAD AGAINIt's Tuesday night and I'm driving a 2011 cherry red Cadillac station wagon. It's rented of course. I could never afford a 2011 Cadillac. Even in 2021, I still won't be able to afford a...
Fear & Loathing At TIFF 2013, Part 5: Why Does Everything Have To End With People Dying?
CHAPTER 12: NOSTALGIAWhen I was 12, I had a friend named Brian. Brian was a piece of shit. For about two years, we were inseparable. We would ride our bikes to the comic book shops together, we snuck into R-rated...
Fear & Loathing At TIFF 2013, Part 4: An American Werewolf In Toronto
CHAPTER 9: WELL, THAT JUST HAPPENED. My father has dropped me off at a hole in the wall road house out by the Toronto Pearson airport. This barely standing shack of an establishment is the only commercial business in sight....
Fear & Loathing At TIFF 2013, Part 3: Because I Got High, Because I Got High, Because I Got High
CHAPTER 6: 16 OUNCES OF BEEF, 8 OUNCES OF BOURBON, 6 OUNCES OF CANNABIS, TWO MEN & 1 PREPAID PHONE. Somehow, my father and I have found our way to the shady side of Toronto, or at least, as shady...
Fear & Loathing At TIFF 2013, Part 2: In The End, Every Festival Is The Same
CHAPTER 4: CUSTOMS & COSTUMESWe haven't even reached the U.S. Canadian border and the trip has already turned into a Kafkaesque nightmare turned FX series. I desperately need a drink. My hands are trembling at the wheel and my foot...
FEAR & LOATHING AT CANNES PART 5: THE NSFW CONCLUSION!
CHAPTER 12: THE SCARIEST SEX ORGY I'VE EVER BEEN TO or IT'S JUST LIKE A 4CHAN THREAD BROUGHT TO LIFE, CAN I GO HOME NOW?Mike's moved up fast in the world. I'm standing in front of the Hotel Plage Brougham...
FEAR & LOATHING AT CANNES PART 4: MOMMA NEVER SAID THERE'D BE DAYS QUITE LIKE THIS
CHAPTER 9: I'VE DATED THROUGH CRAIGSLIST BEFORE, TRUST ME, EVEN THOUGH I'M GETTING ATTACKED BY A GROUP OF DRUG INDUCED RAGE ZOMBIES, I'VE STILL HAD WORSE DATES THAN THIS. If you're a critic and a supposed film journalist and your...
CINEMA HOLOCAUST ON THE FRENCH RIVIERA, PART 3: THE NEW KING OF HORROR
MIKE'S JOURNAL, MAY 20: AFTERNOONThere's a lot of talk going around about a zombie outbreak happening here at the French Riviera. It's pathetic really; just how badly every nerd and hipster in the world is so desperate to face an...
FEAR & LOATHING AT CANNES, PART 3: EVERYTHING IS WONDERFUL AND I'M TRIPPING BALLS
CHAPTER 6: THERE'S NOTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN A PURPLE BEACH SMOTHERED IN MELTING TROMMETTES DURING A CRIMSON TINGED SUNSET ON THE FRENCH RIVERIA, HOLY SHIT I'M TRIPPING MY FUCKING FACE OFF.It's night. When the fuck did it become night? I'm...
FEAR & LOATHING AT CANNES, PART 1: A MAN'S HANDSHAKE SAYS EVERYTHING
CHAPTER ONE: THE BIGGER THE SIDEBURNS, THE BIGGER THE ASSHOLE. I've hit the big time now. I've finally made it. I'm in like Flint from here on out. I'm boarding a plane to France where I'll be attending the Cannes...
FEAR & LOATHING @ YUBARI INTERNATIONAL FANTASTIC FILM FESTIVAL: Prologue, Leaving Madame Butterfly
DISCLAIMER: Before I begin this story, I should probably say upfront, I'm an asshole. I've only come to this realization fairly recently. I don't wish to be an asshole. In fact, I've always believed that I had spent my life...
FEAR & LOATHING @ SUNDANCE PART V: The Epic F*cking Conclusion You've Been Waiting For!
CHAPTER 14: CASH FOR GOLD, FILMS FOR GUNSAnother morning, another hang over. I'm now on day 4 of the festival and I still can't be sure if I've actually gotten any sleep in the last 96 hours. Dementia is starting...
FEAR & LOATHING @ SUNDANCE PART 4: Boozie Movies Gets In Too Deep
CHAPTER 7: YOGA PANTSI'm standing outside of a small floral boutique that has been temporarily remodeled into a gifting suite. I'm chain smoking Newport 100s and getting plenty of ugly looks from the V.I.P. fest goers coming and going through...
FEAR & LOATHING @ SUNDANCE PART 2: Leaving Park City
CHAPTER 2: THESE FUCKERS MAKE THE BOURGEOIS LOOK THE PROLATERIATThe moment you reach the entrance of the Salt Lake City airport, the first thing you realize is that you truly are out in the middle of nowhere. I look around...
