Sexy Nero Werewolfe
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Sexy Nero Werewolfe
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Queer francophone writer, cultural complainer, polyglot, loup-garou specialist. Ginger beard, Gimli build. Usually not covered in leeches. My favorite kaiju is Rodan.
This was Maryland’s nightmare soda. My dad loved it. Except his came in squat glass bottles, to really showcase the red color. Looked like Tahitian Treat, tasted like jail.
December 14, 2025 at 8:58 AM
I was raised in the worst kind of joyless, canned-soup-casserole, frozen-fruit-salad Methodist church, and even I know Hanukkah is about FRYING THINGS IN OIL.
December 13, 2025 at 6:49 PM
“How many bells ARE there?”

—Sweeney Todd, “Parlor Songs”
December 12, 2025 at 7:56 PM
"Once I saw a recipe that called for carrots, strained honey, oregano, grated Swiss cheese, and chestnuts, which is like sewing diamond buttons on denim pants."
December 12, 2025 at 4:11 PM
Pierre Bayard was so annoyed by the twist, he wrote a whole book about how Dame Agatha and Poirot got it wrong, and here's who REALLY committed the murder. So intensely French.
December 10, 2025 at 9:54 PM
It is a great twist. The kind where you turn the pages back/rewind the film to check, and godDAMN, it's right there.

Also, love the idea of Poirot retiring to the country to raise big-ass zucchini and getting all pissy when they're not big-ass enough.
December 10, 2025 at 9:51 PM
With the wonderful Selina Cadell! Another one who was also excellent in one of the Hickson Marples (A Pocket Full of Rye).
December 10, 2025 at 9:49 PM
When two old Georgia ladies crash their buggies into each other at the grocery store, the ensuing, escalating "Oh, I'm sorry!" battle is sure to be awe-inspiring.
December 10, 2025 at 2:56 AM
This same person also pronounced “chasm” with the same opening sound as “cherry.” Crisply. With projection. Several times in a short video.
December 9, 2025 at 11:48 PM
Last week a YouTuber I quite like mentioned a carousel that played kalley-oap music, and I couldn’t see for a couple seconds.
December 9, 2025 at 9:50 PM
Reposted by Sexy Nero Werewolfe
I reckon reverse film snobbery is much more commonplace these days. And the original posting here is a prime example of that.
December 7, 2025 at 10:59 AM
If it’s too short to be called “whiskers,” it’s a beard.
December 4, 2025 at 6:36 AM
My Jules is a big lad now, but years ago at his first vet visit, he tried to hide here.
December 3, 2025 at 6:57 AM
Check out the Joan Hickson version of The Murder at the Vicarage for some more glorious Rosalie Crutchley (she’s the dreaded Mrs. Price-Ridley). That one also has the dissolving plastic surgery lady from Brazil (the Gilliam, not the country).
December 2, 2025 at 6:11 AM
As if Seann William Scott never made Goon in 2011.
December 1, 2025 at 7:27 AM
That’s how you do the turkey when your husband has to be careful about the whole chewing situation.
November 29, 2025 at 9:07 PM
“Elspeth, draw the curtains, put out the lights, send the servants to their quarters for the night… for the hour has struck for me to… drop it like it’s hot…”
November 27, 2025 at 5:54 AM
Cronenberg’s films tend to make the viewer feel as if they have a 102° fever and a stomach bug, regardless of actual health. Can’t come to work, boss, we watched Crash.
November 27, 2025 at 3:39 AM