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Posts by Cultura
Get ya sapphic queer Southeast Asian pirates!
Great release of Extreme Private Eros from Second Run! Kazuo Hara is a really underrated director and I am glad they have been putting out his work.
Oh, that's delightful!
A wrong turn you can’t escape.
In Watching the Dark, Terry Morgan explores Exit 8, where a subway space becomes a looping psychological trap—turning navigation into dread.
trailersfromhell.com/exit-8/
I wanna launch the THOUSAND YEAR BODY. Keep my brain alive for a millenium while I tirelessly craft the perfect bioplastic turbo-mech to stride like a cosmic colossus across the stars.
Also, Nina Hartley is an incredibly cool person who tells the BEST stories. If she comes to your town, go see her!
Rooting for you all!
If you like to get your updates directly here, this is the start of the finalists thread.
The press release version is here: www.lacon.org/hugofinalists/
Congratulations @alasdairstuart.com!
Looking forward to watching this tonight!
Happy THE FOG Day everyone! Last year, I celebrated its 45th anniversary & thought I’d share my piece again today on this, the 21st of April. from-the-desk-of-the-horror-chick.ghost.io/45-years-lat...
I’d appreciate any shares and/or subs - thanks so much!
At Filmi Ladies, friend of the Gutter Pitu Sultan and the Gutter's own @bethlovesbollywood.bsky.social discuss "a deeply unsettling work of experimentation, creativity, and importance," Fan (2016) starring Shah Rukh Khan. culturalgutter.com/2026/04/21/f...
There's nothing you can do. They have a library card and they've already had the dreams that tell them the names and call numbers of the ancient tomes of forbidden lore you try so hard to keep from the public.
And they have a library card.
The Gutter's own @bethlovesbollywood.bsky.social on the incredible disaster movie, Burning Train--starring all of 1980 Bollywood! culturalgutter.com/2026/04/16/t...
And yes, we’re drunk, but if you lived by the old murder camp you’d have a little drinking problem too
I tell 'em, if you'd seen what I have seen. But then they ask what it was and I take another swig from the plastic jug of apple cider I let ferment in this paper bag.
CHICAGO COME ON OUT THURSDAY NIGHT
I would like to thank the city of Toronto and Cherry Beach for the beach scenes in the made-for-tv Monkees movie.
Estate and subject-approved biopics are the worst entries in an already shaky genre. We have left the path of righteousness: thinly-veiled versions of real people in tv movies.
We're S.M.O.O.C.H.: Satan's Men of Overwhelming Cults in Hell and we are here to play our hit songs!
I did the thing. Because of course I did.
And happy birthday to Her Majesty Elaine May!
This was both a powerful and artful memento mori: an elegant woman looking into the mirror, and rapidly aging with the paper flap. This was printed in 1510 Germany, #skystorians
By the time old men are willing to say "yeah, it's not okay," it's a warning people should take seriously.
Hi, it's me, the drunk fisherman in Innsmouth. Every time I warn people, they take it as encouragement. Now I try not to say anything.
Where are you at mentally?
Where are you at mentally?
Let me tell you a story. When I was a child, I suffered from night terrors. It was always the same dream: I could hear my family and neighbors wailing in the street outside as they were pursued and then destroyed by a nameless malevolent force, something neither I nor anyone else could control, a great darkness that was, somehow, all my fault. Today, that childhood dream is finally coming true. Today I can finally say the sweetest nine or 10 words in the English language: Global Tetrahedron has completed its plan to control InfoWars.com. I’ve had a lot of time to think about InfoWars in the last year and a half. As the seasons have changed, my ambitions for the project have grown grander, crueler, better aligned with market data. Come, friends, and imagine with me…
Imagine a roaring arena packed to the rafters with pathological liars. High above you in the nosebleeds are podcasters, screaming that you’ll die if you don’t buy their skincare products. Below, on the floor, imagine demonic battalions of super-influencers physically forcing people into home fitness devices designed to dismantle their bodies bone by bone and reassemble them into a grotesque statue of yourself. Out of the throngs, an extremely sick looking man approaches you. He puts his hands on your shoulders. He explains that he is your life coach and that you owe him $800. Such is the InfoWars I envision: An infinite virtual surface teeming with ads. Not just ads, but scams! Not just scams, but lies with no object, free radical misinformation, sentences and images so poorly thought out that they are unhealthy even to view for just a few seconds. The InfoWars of old was only the prototype for the hell I know we can build together: A digital platform where, every day, visitors sacrifice themselves at altars of delusion and misery, their minds fully disintegrating on contact.
With this new InfoWars, we will democratize psychological torture, welcoming brutal and sadistic ideas from everyone, even the very stupidest among us. It will be like the Manhattan Project, only instead of a bomb, we will be building a website. The InfoWars of tomorrow will converge into a swirling vortex of content about content, talent acquiring talent, rings of concentric media mergers processing all human artistry into one endlessly digestible slurry. This will be a dank, sunless place, one where panic and capital feed on each other like twins in the womb of a hulking, unknowable monster—a monster known by many names, but which I like to call modern-day America. All of this is to say that I believe in us. I believe that with the new InfoWars, we can alchemize the pioneering spirit of amateur inquiry, the profit-maximizing drive of corporations, and the cold mental clarity that comes only with disciplined daily ingestion of mind- and body-altering chemicals. If we can do that, what other great things can we do together?
I don’t yet know, but I’m excited to find out. Welcome home, warriors. The future belongs to us. We’re writing the story now. It’s going to be a long one, and it’s going to be a bad one. So settle in. Make yourself comfortable. Buy a tote bag. Nothing can stop us now that we’re in charge of a website. Infinite Growth Forever, Bryce Tetraeder, CEO, Global Tetrahedron
We have a deal. theonion.com/at-long-last...
Oh no.
#cinemon
I am in hiding! I barely escaped that horse twice!