Mother of Tears Clip Online

After 20 years in the wilderness, Dario Argento comes home, with the third chapter of his "Three Mothers" cycle, The Mother of Tears. The series started 31 years ago with his most successful film, Suspira, and its little-seen but no less wonderful spiritual sequel, Inferno. The Mother of Tears marks Argento's latest departure from mundane thriller territory (Do You Like Hitchcock?, Sleepless, The Card Player) into baroque, surrealist horror. Here's hoping he can recapture the giddy heights of the opening sequence of Suspiria and not the dreadful, dour mess of every scene of Phantom of the Opera.

Check out a bloody and sexually charged Mother of Tears clip here. Looks like it possesses the same flaws and virtues as all Argento movies.

I often wondered what Dario's career would've been like if he'd abandoned his self-created genre and branched out into other types of films. Frankly, his work has been stale for 20 years now. Opera was the last gasp of quality and comprehension, with the minor exception of Sthendal Syndrome. I understand that his comfort zone is in the thriller genre and his lone departure, Le Cinque Giornate (Five Days in Milan) was a total failure that never made it out of his native Italy. But what could've been had he switched gears and made his mark in another genre? Action? Comedy? Musicals? The mind reels with the possibilities.

DragonCon 2007 Walk of Fame

Gates McFadden and John de Lance in a rare moment of contemplation.

It's Johnathan Frakes' world. We're just living in it. Due to the poor quality of this photo, I was unable to determine if he was sitting in his chair backwards.

Ah, James Marsters. Spike was the single bright spot that made the later seasons of "Buffy" semi-watchable. Of all of those actors, he seems like the one that has the most chance of doing something memorable with his career.

"Dude, we totally met Beastmaster!" "Dude, totally!"

Erik Estrada is a pimp. He's totally boning your mom in his hotel room right now.

Me and my main man William Katt. I asked him about the ambiguous nature of his character's fate in Carrie. He had no more answers that I. He agreed that Brian de Palma was indeed cruel to his characters.
Seconds before I snapped this, Kevin Sorbo tossed his hair. Goddam, he's so fucking laid tonight.

Vince McMahon is the most racist man in entertainment. Who else would create a storyline where a wealthy, cackling white Million Dollar Man Ted DiBiase "owns" Virgil, an obsequious silent black manservant who does his bidding? I met Ted years ago and he chewed a kid out for wearing an Austin 3:16 t-shirt because "It mocked God, and God will not be mocked."

No one knows the pain of Frank Stallone. No one. All of those albums and movies for sale. Headshots. Handshakes. Anecdotes. But they never come. When they do, all they ask about is Sly. Sly, Sly, Sly. Dammit, at least Frank's face didn't get forcep-ed off. Over the Top? Cobra? Stop or My Mom Will Shoot? Please. At least Frank can annunciate.

What? What was that Lou? Just fuckin' witcha big guy.

The bird-like Juliet Landau meets her public. I was never the biggest "Buffy" fan, but I appreciated her embracing the camp spirit of the show with her Dracula accent.

The lovely and talented Gail Kim of WWE and TNA fame. Her finisher in the WWE was a painful-looking submission that made the announcers wince.

David Faustino of "Married With Children" fame presumably calling his agent to get him the hell out of there.
Take a long look at this picture, Cuba Gooding, Jr: This is your future.

I always liked Jon de Lance on "Star Trek: The Next Generation." I thought his decadent cynicism was a much-needed bucked of cold water on Gene Rodenberry's wide-eyed idealism.

Did David Prowse honestly think Lucas would use his voice for Darth Vader? Honestly? To get a better idea of Prowse's physicality, check him out as Patrick Magee's bodyguard in A Clockwork Orange. He was the Charles Atlas of Britain once upon a time.

Okay, remember that one prick Imperial officer that gave Vader shit about relying on the Force instead of on the Death Star? Well, here you go.

DragonCon 2007 Costumes

I was never any damn good at Pac-Man or Ms. Pac-Man. Q-Bert was also a chore. Give me Gauntlet or Final Fight any day.

Is bounty hunting really a viable career choice in the Star Wars universe? How come we never see any accountants or auto mechanics on Tatooine?


I LOVED this costume. What a great, creative idea.

Harley Quinn- always a Con favorite.

I bet she was nervous as hell meeting Mark Singer. He makeup was probably better than the stuff on the show.

Once again, Damian has the BEST Superman costume at the Con. It helps that he has the look and the height to pull it off. I saw a Supes earlier that day that has some major moose knuckle going on.

Not a difficult or original costume or anything, but props on having read a book that's not horror, fantasy, or science fiction. Not something that most con-goers can say.

Let's see... there's the Joker... Jango Fett... okay, that's Han Solo, check. Now... the bottom looks like Threepio... but she's a girl.... oh, I get it! SHE-Threepio!"

Wonder Woman in battle mode.

Todd Coss as Sargent Slaughter. I saw the real Sarge battle the Hulkster in the Gulf Coast Collesium in Biloxi, Mississippi. At the height of the first Gulf War Slaughter had turned his back on the USA and aligned himself with that camel fucker, Saddam. Hogan, once again literally wrapping himself in the American flag, did what a man's gotta do.

Keep those hands of fate at 10 and 2, mister! Shame he had no Torgo to accompany him.

I have to wonder if the WWE is over and done with. Steroids have destroyed what little love I had left for professional wrestling.

"You know, building that fucking Death Star all goddam day really takes it out of you. Those Stormtroopers are lazy, half the contractors are Rebel scum, and the Emperor just doesn't understand. Sometimes the only thing that calms my nerves is a nice, smooth Deathstick."

Pimp my Chief Engineer. Geed out Georgi. Don't hate the Chief Engineer, hate the game.

Okay, you win. Dick-In-A-Box is still funny.

Perhaps my two favorite costumes of the Con. Absolutely spot-on. Perfect colors, textures, and details. Bravo!

For some reason, the Corpse Bride was a little flustered. Or in character, I dunno.

Now THESE are the droids I was looking for. Later, one of the Threepios donned a t-shirt over his costume. He couldn't see a thing and some woman led him around like a waddling newborn in his pink-and-black shirt.

She handed me a flyer promoting another Con five tenths of a second after I snapped this photo. I felt so used.





















This fine fellow hasn't taken this shirt off since 1989. He was lurking around the Walk of Fame bucking for a David Faustino autograph. I salute you, my friend.

Sometimes a good costume is all about matching your existent physical characteristics to the character.

The term "Jedi" is derived from the Japanese word "jidaigeki," which means "period drama." This genre frequently included samurai films including the work of Akira Kurasawa.

So, the baddest bounty hunter in the galaxy gets accidentally killed by a blind man. Great job, George. Do you think the Sarlaac Pit represents some of Lucas' issues with women?


"Ma-rines we are leav-ing!" James Cameron's wives included Gale-Ann Hurd, Linda Hamilton, and Suzie Amis. He likes tough chicks both on screen and off.

"Have you ever fired your gun into the air and shouted arrrrgh?" These sporting chaps re-enacted their favorite scene with no prompting and stayed in character the whole time. Jolly good show. It's like an Agatha Christie story directed by Michael Bay.

Might want to stop handing out those power rings like Cracker Jack prizes. We were knee deep in the fuckers all weekend. Stacked like fucking cord wood in the halls, they were.

Everquest is a family activity.

Did Lucas really have to name that fat Rebel pilot Porkins? Porkins. Really? You think so? That's the name of a brave hero that fought and died to end the tyranny of the Empire? Fucking Porkins? Christ.

"Staaaaar Waaaaaaaaars... nothing but- Staaaaar Waaaaaars... I tell you these- Staaaaaar Waaaars really must staaaaaay..."

Perhaps the nicest photo I took all day due to the presence of wonderful, natural light. Those hotel lobbies are dark, dank nests of sweat and cantilevered cleavage. Notice the blond tucking her cell phone behind her back. Gotta love that dedication to period detail.

Okay, she was short. Maybe 5", tops. But man, Chewie was TALL.

I was always bothered by people who have a stitch-for-stitch perfect costume save some very contemporary glasses. Rebel scum.

The scariest pepper pots in the universe.

Not quite the droid I was looking for.

A gaggle of geisha.

I'm sure these are wonderful representations of their respective characters, but I have no idea who they are supposed to be. Even my geek has limits.

"What [pause] does God [pause] need with [pause] a starship?"

"Look, sir. Droids."

"How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?" Notice the light and the ammo counter on the pulse rifle.

"Yo, Joe!" Scarlet was accompanied by Shipwreck (off camera) and MP.


Got no idea who this ubiquitous fellow was supposed to be, but he was never out of character. Or shouting distance.