#Really should thank my husband Facebook stalking ability

[sea-salted-wolverine]

I went to Hawaii. I went diving. It's the end of surf season and not quite dive season but this was a last minute family trip so its not as if I planned this. My standards for "decent dive conditions" are "water deep enough to get my head under that won't immediately kill me". So I was diving.

I found a phone at the bottom of the ocean, just below a surf break. Its pink. Its a iPhone. It's in a case. The case flooded, but Apple is a bitch who won't let anyone fix their precious hardware so the entire motherboard is sealed in resin. It's fully waterproof.

The phone takes a charge. My husband and I fly home, with the phone. The phone powers on. Estimated time at the bottom based on condition of the case : at least a month or 2.

My apple user husbandpulls emergency contact info off the phone. Number is disconnected. Commence the Facebook stalk. We find the guy. He hasn't posted in years. Good for him but frustrating. We find his sister from his page, who hasn't posted since last year. But on her page, she has a link to the health clinic she runs. The clinic has a phone number.

We leave one of the weirder voice-mails that clinic has ever received and prepare to wait 2 to 10 business days for a reply. We get a call back within the hour. She's on the wrong island but shes fairly certain we've found the right guy. She passes on our info to her brother and an hour or so later we get a call from him.

It's his wife's phone. She dropped it off a stand up paddle board while taking pictures of nephew learning to surf. There was also a loyalty card punchcard thing to an ice cream shop in the case, which we did find, but it was a wet paper pulp so it got tossed with the flooded case. Evidently she was more concerned with getting that back that the phone, which she had already replaced, since she had dropped it a full 5 months ago.

So anyway, we got a shipping address and we're mailing a miraculously not bricked phone from Alaska back to Hawaii. This is a new personal record for recovery diving.

[oldladydatin]

My half built house.

I had this dream the other day about my ex and I have been thinking about him since. I hate it! No...I fucking hate it! That’s worthy of the profanity. If there’s anyone in this world I never want to think about again it’s him. I think of that movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and I wish it was a thing, I’d erase him from my mind and make it spotless. I’ve had people say they learn from people like him but I think what lessens are there to learn from this? I got to learn people are cruel, selfish and will use you up and throw you away like trash. I got to learn to be cautious of people, to protect myself, to not get attached, to avoid falling in love, that it’s okay to hurt others to get what you want in the end. Those aren’t lessens I wanted to learn, I want to believe people are basically good, I want to give without concern of what’s going to happen to me, I want to fall in love and share myself with someone, I liked being carefree. Then someone came along and now I’m what not supposed to be? I don’t want to be hardened, cruel, selfish and suspicious, in essences I don’t want to be like him.

On a day to day basis I actively try not to think about this guy and it’s mostly going okay. I really only think about him when shady shit happens in the dating world. Like this time a guy I was seeing blocked me on that bdsm site to avoid me seeing he was playing with others and then he said he just deleted it because he met me and I was all he was interested in? I said to myself ahhh no that’s some Eric shit right there and I’m not falling for no more Eric shit. When men play these games I often wonder if Eric wrote a “how to play women online manual” and they are all following it, but I often think pfft you all should meet my ex and step your game up I’m not falling for this shit. I think about him when I scroll through my messages on my dating apps and the guys named Eric, I think nope I’ve had enough Eric’s for the rest of my life. Like I’ve sworn off an entire group of people because of this one guy, like I would rather be single for the rest of my life than have his name roll off my tongue again. I think about him when I see that the guys astrological sign is leo, I think fuck that I’m not dating another leo, my ex husband was also a leo.

To be fair, I knew, I have some weird ability to know things I shouldn’t know, I don’t know if it’s intuition, if it’s that I’m extremely sensitive to stuff, I don’t know. It’s weird to know things but not be able to definitively say I know this because. I’ve gotten in cars with people and immediately gotten out because I sensed something wasn’t right. I’ve removed my kids from places because I had a bad feeling about someone. I showed up to Eric’s house one day and knew there was another women in his life and couldn’t explain how. The times I’ve ignored that I’ve been hurt, and badly. I knew he was lying, cheating and hiding things from me, I guess I thought if I was patient he’d love me like I loved him. It was foolish, it’s foolish to accept less than you deserve, it’s foolish to let people treat you like trash hoping for love. I lost friends over this guy. Because people got tired of watching this, if you were my friend it was frustrating. I got told I was stupid. People told me I was just looking for attention. I lied to people because I didn’t want to be lectured, I lied to people to protect him, I lied because I didn’t want my friends and family to hate him. The first guy I was in love with, my parents hated him because he wasn’t making good choices. After he pulled a knife on someone at my house we weren’t allowed to see each other but we’d sneak around and do things together anyways. One day a good family friend came over and caught us together when she knew we weren’t allowed to be, I tried to hide him in my room and lie about it. She told me if a man makes you feel like you need to lie he’s not a good man. I thought about that when I was doing this with Eric because she’s right, I lied for my ex husband too.

I don’t want to think about him because every memory of him is tainted. We went on very very few dates and they were always rushed like he didn’t have time for me he was just meeting some quota, he didn’t enjoy spending time with me. He’d look over his shoulder in public like he didn’t want to be caught with me. Every thing he ever said to me was a lie. Every nice thing he did for me, he did 20 awful ones behind my back. Even sex in the end was very one sided, I wasn’t enjoying it but it meant I got to spend time with him. He attacked me during sex twice, and made me think he was going to attack me another time. I know you think how can you be attacked in a bdsm relationship? Well the big difference is consent. There’s a difference between someone saying I’m going to flog you for this long, and we’re having normal sex and all of a sudden I’m being forced kicking and screaming, yelling no, please no, while being beat, into restraints. There’s a big difference. I didn’t tell anyone, I lied, I hid bruises, I cried everytime I saw them, I was embarrassed and ashamed that I let things go that far. When I finally told my best friend what happened, months after, when we weren’t together, we were at the bar going to see Biz Markie it was happy thing and I started crying. I couldn’t even talk about it. Because it’s hard to be hurt by someone you loved and trusted, it was so much more mental than it ever was physical. 

I used to not believe in God. I didn’t get raised in church or around positive people. I thought if there was a God surely he hated me, right? So many bad things had happened. One night when I was in the hospital worried I was going to die I had an experience that made me see this whole thing differently. I think God gives us signs but we have free will and we have to recognize those signs and act on them. Since then I’ve become a lot more aware. I had signs, and bad feelings and I ignored them. I really believed if I loved him enough he’d love me too, I thought I could make him be a better man. We do that as women, all too often. Imagine if we put that much effort into loving ourselves instead of worrying about these broken weak men. He had no intention of loving me, he didn’t even try to get to know me. He already had someone and I was just a toy for when he was bored. He lied to me all the way up to the last day. I dropped his son off one morning and saw a car and had a feeling and I ignored it. I’m house shopping and I’ve driven past his house unfortunately, and guess what car is parked there. Yep this man cared so little about me or my feelings he had a girl stay over when we were together and didn’t hide it, just treated me like some common whore, and I ignored that. The final straw he was texting me saying things like that he loved me, or that he was enjoying looking at personal pictures of me, asking for pictures of me, playing on my emotions especially when he heard I was seeing someone. Then I went to the store. I wasn’t supposed to be there, I was supposed to go the night before but I overslept for work, I wasn’t supposed to be there. So I chanced dropping kids off at school late and I see him with another girl, I had never seen him at this store and I used to go there all the time. I tried to dodge down another aisle and not have that awkward interaction, because at first he didn’t see me, but it ended up happening anyways and he saw me and waved and it was awkward. I held my shit together because I was with my son, I dropped him off to school and I cried for hours. I prayed to God for him to take him out of my life and I didn’t care how. I really cried please God this hurts I just want this to go away. I never pray, I was just hurting that bad. I was just so exhausted and I took that sign, and I committed myself to getting past this.

I’ve been reading books on how to do that and journaling. I read this book by Guy Winch, he has a few Ted Talks. I followed his advice, I made two lists “Reasons why I shouldn’t be with Eric” and “Pet Peeves” it was things like he’s a pathological liar, he doesn’t care about my feelings, washes his dick after sex, doesn’t care if I orgasm, acts shady about everyday things, has an inability to communicate, is extremely negative about life, tells the exact same stories repeatedly, anything that’s ever bothered or hurt me and I look at that when I think about him. I blocked anyone I knew was associated with him, I went as far as to find his family members on facebook and block them because he said that when we miss the person we’re trying to get over we like facebook stalk the person, I don’t do that. Changed locks, changed my number, instructed my kids not to talk to him or his kids. He said we search for reasons why it didn’t work out rather than accepting what’s infront of us. I did that. Because I don’t really know what the issue was? I have no idea why he did this to me. In this circumstance I just have to accept there really are bad people in the world. I decided to make up one myself and when I start wondering why he did these things to me I say it out loud. I sometimes imagine what a life with the man I got to know would be like, not the one he pretended to be, but the one he actively presented time and time again, what kind of a life would I have had with that guy? And I try to be thankful I dodged that bullet. I’m trying not to let this experience turn me into him. And I’ve gotten past a lot of this, I really only think about him when the above things happen. But now I’ve had this damn dream.

In my dream, it was dark out and I was in the middle of the desert and I was frustrated. I was trying to call him, it was odd. It was like trying to call the cartel or some other black market organization, like super shady and I had to go through different channels to get a hold of him. Then finally I get ahold of him and I’m pissed off and suddenly I’m standing in the middle of a half falling down single wide trailer. I’m yelling because he was supposed to have finished my house, I’m so mad because what am I supposed to do with a half built house? He was him, extremely dismissive of my feelings, offering cold detached apologies, giving extremely vague explanations and in the end clearly my house wasn’t getting built. Just like how in the end of our relationship clearly this man was never going to love me. So I was standing there with my kids, at night, in a half built house, pissed off and then I woke up. I was so dumbfounded by this dream I couldn’t go back to sleep. So I started researching the symbolism of it. I read that in dreams houses represent our self, and the state of the house matters. The fact that this house was run down, neglected and under construction may mean the same for myself, that maybe I’m neglecting parts of myself, that I need to work on myself. Ex boyfriends matter too, even if they barely qualify as being a boyfriend and again the specifics surrounding the ex matters. However it seems this could be anything from my ex also represents parts of myself that I’ve neglected, or it could be a warning not to make the same mistakes again. It could also mean I’m angry with myself, or just plainly it’s my subconscious trying to help me get past him. I did learn that ultimately I want to have a dream where he dies. If you dream your ex dies then it means you’re over him. I completely agree with the half built house maybe representing my need to work on myself. After the things I’ve gone through the last few years there’s just no way I’m a fully built house. However I’ll never be a single wide trailer, especially not an off white one. I’m too amazing of a woman for all that.

I want to share this quote I saw today, “Satan loves to take what’s beautiful and ruin it. God loves to take what’s ruined and make it beautiful.” I love this, concentrate your energy on your house, make it beautiful, and avoid those who seek to ruin it. 

[hankeverythingwillbefine]

Thrashed, Lost, and Found

Day 7 hurt as much as every day has. It still started out with a forceful morning workout, my cousin has asked me a couple of times if I’d go with her to her gym in the afternoon but working out is something I have to do alone. I know she can do her routine and I can do mine but even the commute needs to be a separate thing. I was dragged to church, even though it’s Catholic I went and listened to what the priest had to say. I kept getting lost in thought and spent time admiring the architectural brilliance of the church. I wanted to go out by myself, I thought it’s time to shave the beard and needed razors (maybe it was just the only excuse I had). I took the bus and we were robbed, even though I was scared I was still aware of how dangerous the state has become thanks to increasing foreign migration. I don’t mean to sound xenophobic and I’m not even blaming the South American migrants, I’m blaming the people that come from other states to those that had stable security in their endless turf wars or those from the capital that have become so wanted by their local enforcement agencies to flee and do what they’re doing here. Anyhow, this short guy in his mid 20′s comes into the bus and asks to hold on a moment before paying. The bus starts moving at this point because the buses are in a hurry. It’s not too packed which is great for my anxiety and I’m looking out the window because I’m a melancholic fuck that needs serotonin and sunlight helps with that. I see some people in front of me shuffle suddenly and it made me startle and grasp the situation... hey we’re getting robbed. I didn’t notice the guy in the back with the backpack collecting money, phones and jewelry until it was my turn. As confident I am of my self-defense abilities, I’m no match for a guy with a gun. My anxiety manifested in a form of angry annoyance instead of fear. I gave them my broken iphone (which thankfully I only took the spare one that I use as an ipod but also has whatsapp installed and all of my contacts... it’s too long a story to explain now), my wallet with an estimated equivalent of $10 dollars and my wired headphones. I could tell that backpack guy was somewhat disappointed in everything they gathered but what do you expect on a Sunday afternoon in a half empty bus that’s going AWAY from the capital. I applaud your efforts, you sad elementary school dropout but thieving doesn’t give participation trophies or a pat on the back (unless you’re a prison bitch, then I guess it’s more than pats on the back). They quickly pointed the gun at the driver and made him pull over by an empty lot, my mind went to “we’re getting executed” which made me angrier. The one that gets to kill me is ME, that much has always been decided and I don’t even mean that in a suicidal way. If I die because of a mistake I made or an action I knowingly took that sent me to my demise, I’d be okay with that. My point is, they ran away and I wanted to go after them but getting shot is not in my to do list. The bus driver had radioed someone to call the police, they came in what felt like 10 minutes-ish and a forever for their police reports. I told them everything I saw, I gave them all my necessary information and details of the items that were stolen. I didn’t see much point in cooperating since the police are famous for being useless in this country and the four that arrived reeked of incompetence and Sunday laziness. I walked back home after that, it was a 30 minute walk... always has been. I realized I took 2 and a half hours between all of that when I got home. I told my mother I went for a walk and got distracted, went to my room and that’s when everything started sinking in. I grew up in a dangerous neighborhood no matter where I lived, having a gun pointed at was something that’s never going to stop being terrifying but the impact lessens over time. After some time of empty staring, I got the phone my father sent a year ago and activated that one, it has less memory and all I really need is music but it’s the thought that counts. I saw a couple of messages from you asking if I’m there and looks like you wanted to talk. I told you I got robbed, you didn’t believe me but this isn’t one of those things to lie about. There’s nothing impressive about getting robbed at gunpoint. My anxiety didn’t go off the rails despite the lack of Xanax in my system, it was a strange feeling and did not know how to rationalize it. I tried to pass it off as being okay, talking to you makes everything easier. You told me you’re redoing the house and talking about your self-worth. Telling me to tell my therapist how strong you are and how beautiful you are and how you’ve shouldered everything for the past year. How fucking dare you, of course I have but I’ve also talked about how controlling you’ve been and the thing I don’t want to do is go from patient to psychologist trying to compare results based on notes and observations about you. Therapy is where I make me about me, it’s step one on a healthy dose of selfishness. So we talked about how you’re Marie Kondoing and suggested I do the same, I told you that I’m not in a head space where assessing joy is a good idea. We talked about how we both need the man I used to be, how tired you are and the things you deserve. I mentioned that my stepdad finally got himself together and I was very surprised, these past 10 years haven’t been very kind to us and he got lazy and complacent and irresponsible. After having been dumped by my mom was when he went back to being hardworking and providing for her and my brother. He’s been incredibly supportive of whatever this thing I’m going through is. We spoke in a way that can only be described like we needed to cheer each other on, and then another “I don’t believe you got robbed” stab. As much as I would like your support yet not seeking it because I’m respecting your space, I really don’t need your doubt. I told you I was looking forward to our monthly in-person meet, which you forgot and it hurt. That was probably the most crushing moment of our whole conversation but powered through it. Sometimes I think I should just divorce you because you’re too much of a coward to ask for it because that is what you really want and I want to work on this but won’t get the chance to get there. We had a nice conversation and cut it short, sleep was calling to me. I woke up late at night and saw that you texted again, I don’t know if you were battling with loneliness again and wanted to talk to me. A part of me wants to tell you to fuck off and seek solace in the Facebook friends you arduously ignored me for but I think you’re doing that and it’s not working as well as you’d hoped. I think we’re both fighting that codependency we have for each other, leading to struggles with our own loneliness. I can’t really speak for you and can only assume. I just told you I went for my late night drink of water. We texted a little on Day 8, sent you a funny ad I got on a website while working. I’m still worried that you’re not eating well and haven’t found someone to pay to cook for you or deliver a healthy meal to you. I spent all of Day 8 hating myself out loud because I had the house to myself and trying not to text you. I also spent it playing GTA 5 and watching how Michael lost his family and is slowly getting them back in their own organically dysfunctional way while having Chicago’s “if you leave me now” playing on the radio station of the car he got in. Rockstar, you’re not fair to me right now. After so many years and changing availability, I still haven’t finished the game but it’s hitting so many sore spots for me right now. Great job, me, you’ve replaced your dependency from Xanax to video games and enjoy neither. I’ve helped my stepdad clean his car during the weekend, Hank sees me near the car and he behaves like we’re going back home. He scratches my leg, getting permission to get in but doesn’t see that it’s just to clean it and not to make a 2 hour trip back to a place we thought everyone was happy in. You sent me a philosophical quote about healing, I looked it up and thanked you for it. I went on to spend my night playing mindlessly, reading on and off about endogenous depression because I stumbled upon a paper I was reading about it in my closet here. Grad school B paper, no easy feat. I spent my night torturing myself internally. Weening off Xanax to help me sleep has not been kind, I’m down to a quarter a day again.

Day 9. I’m proud of myself for not reactivating my Facebook to stalk you since Friday-ish or Thursday. I needed one of the links I had saved and checked your posts since I was already there. Still, I need to stop. I’m getting everything out in a public way while maintaining myself anonymous and you’re getting everything out in a more “everybody, this marriage has been so shitty despite having my husband change jobs and work outside the house in order to pay for everything”. Yes you did the housewife thing and you did it great, I just needed you great and not a clean house or a highly elaborate meal but that’s what I came home to and a wife that had just enough energy to kinda eat. Your mother and my father did come to our rescue one too many times before we got married and while I started my new job. When you said you were told about Stratus, I encouraged you and said I wanted you happy but whatever floats your boat. Day 9 is just starting with sarcastic clients and a very annoyed me. If parting is such sweet sorrow, I don’t have many assets but I’m still meeting an attorney this Friday to set up a will. Just in case.

[nightmareonfilmstreet]

Demented Discs: Physical Horror Releases for February

I work in a bookstore. Therefore, my mortgage, groceries, and crippling addiction to vintage Vanilla Ice merchandise all depend on the sale of physical media. Thankfully for me (and for the guy on eBay selling me the 35mm print of Cool as Ice), physical media has turned the corner and has begun to outsell digital media for the first time this decade. People have finally realized that the greatest quality a human can possess is the ability to light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle. Coming in a close second is the will to read Demented Discs and collect horror films on physical media!

We are your one-stop shop for all of the best horror home releases for the upcoming month. February may be the shortest month of the year, but that doesn’t mean that it is devoid of great home horror releases! These next 28 days are jam-packed with incredible offerings, from some of the all-time greats to highly anticipated new films. So, without further ado, here is your shopping list for the month of February:

February 2nd

Tragedy Girls

This dark horror-comedy took the Toronto After Dark by storm and has been on the minds of horror fans ever since. The film stars Alexandra Shipp (X-Men: Apocalypse) and Brianna Hildebrand (Deadpool, The Exorcist) as true-crime bloggers that will stop at nothing to become internet famous. What does a true-crime blogger do in a town that doesn’t see much actual crime? Why, you murder and maim, that’s what! This black comedy should be on any horror fan’s list of must-watch films for the month. We have covered this film pretty extensively here at Nightmare on Film Street, so check out Jon’s review of the film HERE and our exclusive interview with the director, Tyler MacIntyre, HERE.

February 6th

Victor Crowley

Adam Green’s horrific swamp creation is back and better than ever! Filmed in secret and first shown at FrightFest, this sequel is set ten years after the events of Hatchet. All horror fans needs to support this film as it is an homage to the physical effects, blood, guts and gore that made us fall in love with the slasher sub-genre in the first place. Victor Crowley will be available on both Blu-Ray and DVD and it is one horror sequel that you need to check out.

Day of the Dead: Bloodline

What do you do when you remake a classic film to overwhelmingly negative reviews? If you’re director Hèctor Hernández Vicens and writers Mark Tonderai and Lars Jacobson, you remake the remake ten years later in an attempt to garner even worse reviews. Obviously they wanted to make a faithful adaptation of the George A. Romero classic, but it looks like they missed that mark. What this film does look like, however, is a gory bloodbath that could have probably stood on its own without the DOTD title. Rent this film and give it a chance, without any preconceived notions about it being a remake.

February 13th

The Bird with the Crystal Plumage

Arrow Films is at it again with yet another beautiful release of a classic horror film. The Bird with the Crystal Plumage was the directorial debut of Dario Argento, who also happened to write the film. It follows an American named Sam (Tony Musante) who witnesses an attempted murder and stays behind to help the police investigate the crime. He then begins to be stalked by a serial killer, out to silence him for good. This debut has all of the beautiful Italians, long knives and bright red blood that we have come to expect in an Argento film. This is a definite must-own for all fans of giallo film.

Night of the Living Dead- Criterion

We all know the story behind George A. Romero’s classic film and how it made its way into the public domain. Because of this status, we all have two or three copies of the film that are either colorized, dubbed or (for some stupid reason) include added scenes not shot by Romero and company. What we have always needed is one version of the film to rule all the rest. Thanks to the masters at Criterion, we finally do. This Blu-Ray edition includes the never-before-seen work print edit of the film, which they called Night of Anubis. It will also include a 4k digital restoration of the film, 16mm dailies and interviews with Guillermo del Toro, Frank Darabont and Robert Rodriguez. I hope they created a lot of copies of this one, because every single horror fan in the world needs to own this special edition.

The Silence of the Lambs- Criterion

Criterion is killing my ability to buy multiple copies of Ninja Rap on vinyl this month. Here they are, releasing yet another all-time great horror film with a beautiful 4k digital restoration. This Blu-Ray of The Silence of the Lambs will also feature thirty-eight minutes of deleted scenes, four documentaries with interviews from Jonathan Demme and the cast, and an audio commentary from 1994 featuring Demme, Anthony Hopkins, Jodie Foster and real-life FBI agent John Douglas. Again, this is a must-have for not only horror fans, but fans of film in general.

Friday the 13th: The Ultimate Collection

It’s been five years since we’ve had the opportunity to get our hands on Blu-Ray copies of these films. That box set has gone out of print, so we have had to purchase each film in the classic Friday the 13th series individually to get them in HD. Thanks to Diabolik, we now have the opportunity to pick up the first 8 films in the series (It all has to do with licensing, ladies and gents, so nothing post-Manhattan) all on glorious Blu-Ray. These films will include most of the awesome special features included in the other versions, like behind-the-scenes footage and commentary tracks. Don’t let the terrible box art fool you, this is a set that you must pick up!

Hellraiser: Judgement

With there already being a ton of really bad sequels in the Hellraiser series, where else could Lionsgate and Dimension go but up? It looks like this installment, Hellraiser: Judgement, borrowed heavily from the Saw franchise and tried to turn this into a mystery of sorts. It looks like one of the better sequels in the franchise, and it doesn’t have Dad-Bod Pinhead, which is a plus!

Also:

Leatherface: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre III (1990)- The third installment to the Chainsaw franchise was a tough sell to audiences and critics alike in the early 90’s. Give this one another try with a beautiful Blu-Ray upgrade.

February 20th

Mom and Dad

I seriously doubt that, after February 13th, any of us will have any disposable income left. If you do, however, give me some of it so I can go pick up a copy of Mom and Dad starring Nicolas Cage and Selma Blair. This black comedy currently has a 74% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, and it has horror fans across the world buzzing. The only way to describe it is for you to watch the trailer. So, check that out above then go pick up your copy of Mom and Dad on the 20th.

The Night Walker

William Castle is the greatest showman that has ever lived (apologies to Hugh Jackman and the elephant torturer he portrayed). Castle could take the simplest of premises and turned them into must-see events for the entire community. The Night Walker, starring Robert Taylor and Barbara Stanwyck, is about a woman who is haunted by recurring nightmares, which seem to be instigated by her late husband who supposedly was killed in a fire. As Mr. Castle says in the trailer, “Nightmares can kill you!” (Just ask Freddy!)

Also:

Scalpel (1977)- HE LOST THE FACE OF THE WOMAN HE LOVED… SO HE GAVE IT TO SOMEONE ELSE. What else do you need to know?

February 27th

78/52

Guillermo del Toro. Peter Bogdanovich. Eli Roth. Danny Elfman. Jamie Lee Curtis. Bret Easton Ellis. That is an All-Star Team of horror creators and fans, all analyzing and discussing one of the most famous scenes in horror history. This documentary takes you through the 78 shots and 52 cuts made in the shower scene in Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho. Not only does it examine the technical genius it took to make that scene work in that day and age, but it also will take a look at the historical impact that scene had on cinema. Where would movies be without that film and that scene? Check out this amazing documentary from IFC Midnight and find out.

So, there you have it! These are the top physical-media releases for the month of January. Join our official Facebook Group today and let us know when you pick up these amazing titles. Also, be sure to keep an eye on Nightmare on Film Street for next month’s list of titles.

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