ABC Breaking News | Latest News Videos Two Boy Scouts hailed as heroes after saving their scoutmaster from a bear attack say they feared the worst, but knew they had to act fast. In an interview with ABC News, Frankie, 13, and his 12-year-old brother, Vincent Lepore spoke of the December day they watched a bear drag their scoutmaster, Christopher Petronino, into a cave during a hiking trip in New Jersey. "I thought this was a serious situation. Like, he might not make it [out] alive if we don't do something, if we don't act fast," Frankie said. The brothers were hiking Splitrock...
- 1/4/2016
- by Char Adams, @CiCiAdams_
- PEOPLE.com
911 calls released on Monday show how three boy scouts helped save their scoutmaster from a bear attack inside a New Jersey cave on Dec. 20. Christopher Petronino, 50, who was hiking Splitrock Reservoir in Morris County with the three scouts, including his son, began to enter the cave when the bear grabbed his foot and pulled him inside. "I think the bear's on top of him," one of the scouts says in the 911 call, which was obtained by NBC News. "Do you want us to make a signal fire? Would that help?" the scout asks the dispatcher. Petronino eventually managed to get...
- 12/29/2015
- by Tara Fowler, @waterfowlerta
- PEOPLE.com
911 calls released on Monday show how three boy scouts helped save their scoutmaster from a bear attack inside a New Jersey cave on Dec. 20. Christopher Petronino, 50, who was hiking Splitrock Reservoir in Morris County with the three scouts, including his son, began to enter the cave when the bear grabbed his foot and pulled him inside. "I think the bear's on top of him," one of the scouts says in the 911 call, which was obtained by NBC News. "Do you want us to make a signal fire? Would that help?" the scout asks the dispatcher. Petronino eventually managed to get...
- 12/29/2015
- by Tara Fowler, @waterfowlerta
- PEOPLE.com
Boy Scout training doesn't exactly prepare you for this. Still, scoutmaster Christopher Petronino and three young scouts showed remarkable poise Sunday when Petronino found himself attacked by a bear in a New Jersey cave, NJ.com reports. Petronino, 50, who was hiking Splitrock Reservoir in Morris County with the three scouts, including his son, started to enter the cave when the bear grabbed his foot and pulled him inside, the New Jersey Department of Environmental Protection said. He was bitten on the leg, right shoulder and left shoulder before fighting back, hitting the bear twice in the head with a rock hammer,...
- 12/21/2015
- by Tim Nudd, @nudd
- PEOPLE.com
Boy Scout training doesn't exactly prepare you for this. Still, scoutmaster Christopher Petronino and three young scouts showed remarkable poise Sunday when Petronino found himself attacked by a bear in a New Jersey cave, NJ.com reports. Petronino, 50, who was hiking Splitrock Reservoir in Morris County with the three scouts, including his son, started to enter the cave when the bear grabbed his foot and pulled him inside, the New Jersey Department of Environmental Protection said. He was bitten on the leg, right shoulder and left shoulder before fighting back, hitting the bear twice in the head with a rock hammer,...
- 12/21/2015
- by Tim Nudd, @nudd
- PEOPLE.com
May is Huntington’s Disease Awareness month. What is Huntington’s Disease?
Huntington’s Disease is a hereditary degenerative brain disorder that results in the progressive loss of mental faculties and physical control. Around 30,000 Americans have been diagnosed, and 200,000 have a 50/50 chance of developing it, though less than 10% of those at risk choose to take the available test. As of yet, there is no cure.
Beautiful filmmaker, Marianna Palka, is 32 years old. Her father began showing signs of Huntington’s Disease, when he was 33. She has a 50/50 chance of contracting the disease, and will find out her fate while in the health practitioner's office, surrounded by friends, during the documentary.
Why is Lucy Walker's 28-minute HBO doc entitled “The Lion’s Mouth Opens”?
Woodie Guthrie (July 14, 1912-October 3, 1967) was a folk singer and songwriter from Oklahoma, who also played guitar, harmonica, mandolin, and fiddle. He had been an inspiration to Bob Dylan and the “folk revivalists,” a group of young people in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s, who were introduced to folk through Pete Seeger, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, his ex-wife Marjorie, and his son Arlo.
Woodie Guthrie, suffered from Huntington’s Disease. He was increasingly unable to control his muscles, and was hospitalized at Greystone Park Psychiatric Hospital in Morris County, NJ from 1956 to 1961, Brooklyn State Hospital in East Flatbush until 1966, and, finally, at Creedmoor Psychiatric Center in Queens Village, NY until his death in 1967. The then 19-year-old Bob Dylan, who idolized Woodie Guthrie, had regularly gone to visit him at Greystone Park. Guthrie died of complications due to Huntington’s Disease on October 3, 1967.
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The title of the film ‘The Lion’s Mouth Opens,’ is taken from a poem that Bob Dylan wrote about Woody Guthrie called ‘Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie.’
“When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you’re too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin’ behind an’ losin’ yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life’s busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin’ up
If the wine don’t come to the top of yer cup
If the wind’s got you sideways with with one hand holdin’ on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood’s easy findin’ but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin’ and the street gets too long
And you start walkin’ backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow’s mornin’ seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin’
And yer rope is a-slidin’ ’cause yer hands are a-drippin’
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe’s a-pourin’
And the lightnin’s a-flashing and the thunder’s a-crashin’
And the windows are rattlin’ and breakin’ and the roof tops a-shakin’
And yer whole world’s a-slammin’ and bangin’
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
“I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn’t they tell me the day I was born”
And you start gettin’ chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you’re lookin’ for somethin’ you ain’t quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world’s a-watchin’ with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she’s long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they’re fryin’
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell’s bangin’ loudly but you can’t hear its beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes’ve turned filthy from the sight-blindin’ dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an’ fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin’ three queens
And it’s makin you mad, it’s makin’ you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin’ around a pinball machine
And there’s something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin’
But it’s trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin’ in bed
And no matter how you try you just can’t say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion’s mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you’d never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin’
On this road I’m walkin’, on this trail I’m turnin’
On this curve I’m hanging
On this pathway I’m strolling, in the space I’m taking
In this air I’m inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I’m playing, on this banjo I’m frailin’
On this mandolin I’m strummin’, in the song I’m singin’
In the tune I’m hummin’, in the words I’m writin’
In the words that I’m thinkin’
In this ocean of hours I’m all the time drinkin’
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they’re around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
“Cause sometimes you hear’em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin’
And you can’t remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it’s something special you’re needin’
And you know that there’s no drug that’ll do for the healin’
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin’ train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That’s been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don’t bar no race
That won’t laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin’ long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it’s you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you’re sitting
That the world ain’t got you beat
That it ain’t got you licked
It can’t get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope’s just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner ’round a wide-angled curve
But that’s what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
“Cause you look an’ you start getting the chills
“Cause you can’t find it on a dollar bill
And it ain’t on Macy’s window sill
And it ain’t on no rich kid’s road map
And it ain’t in no fat kid’s fraternity house
And it ain’t made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain’t on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it’s funny
No you can’t find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain’t in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you’re bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain’t a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain’t in the rumors people’re tellin’ you
And it ain’t in the pimple-lotion people are sellin’ you
And it ain’t in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star’s blouse
And you can’t find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can’t tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain’t in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain’t in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain’t in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin’ and tappin’ in Christmas wrappin’
Sayin’ ain’t I pretty and ain’t I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can’t even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you’ll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain’t in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who’d turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can’t find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant and make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain’t in the ones that ain’t got any talent but think they do
And think they’re foolin’ you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while ’cause they know it’s in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin’, “Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain’t there no one here that knows where I’m at
Ain’t there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty That Stuff Ain’T Real”
No but that ain’t yer game, it ain’t even yer race
You can’t hear yer name, you can’t see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin’
Where do you look for this lamp that’s a-burnin’
Where do you look for this oil well gushin’
Where do you look for this candle that’s glowin’
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads?
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You’ll find God in the church of your choice
You’ll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it’s only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You’ll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown”
http://www.bobdylan.com
Huntington’s disease (HD) is a neurodegenerative genetic disorder that affects muscle coordination and leads to mental decline and behavioral symptoms. Symptoms of the disease can vary between individuals and affected members of the same family, but usually progress predictably. The earliest symptoms are often subtle problems with mood or cognition. A general lack of coordination and an unsteady gait often follows. As the disease advances, uncoordinated, jerky body movements become more apparent, along with a decline in mental abilities and behavioral symptoms.
Physical abilities gradually worsen until coordinated movement becomes difficult. Mental abilities generally decline into dementia. Complications such as pneumonia, heart disease, and physical injury from falls reduce life expectancy to around twenty years from the point at which symptoms begin. Physical symptoms can begin at any age from infancy to old age, but usually begin between 35 and 44 years of age. The disease may develop earlier in life in each successive generation. About 6% of cases start before the age of 21 years with an akinetic-rigid syndrome; they progress faster and vary slightly. The variant is classified as juvenile, akinetic-rigid, or Westphal variant HD.
“The Lion’s Mouth Opens” premiered on HBO last night.
Huntington’s Disease is a hereditary degenerative brain disorder that results in the progressive loss of mental faculties and physical control. Around 30,000 Americans have been diagnosed, and 200,000 have a 50/50 chance of developing it, though less than 10% of those at risk choose to take the available test. As of yet, there is no cure.
Beautiful filmmaker, Marianna Palka, is 32 years old. Her father began showing signs of Huntington’s Disease, when he was 33. She has a 50/50 chance of contracting the disease, and will find out her fate while in the health practitioner's office, surrounded by friends, during the documentary.
Why is Lucy Walker's 28-minute HBO doc entitled “The Lion’s Mouth Opens”?
Woodie Guthrie (July 14, 1912-October 3, 1967) was a folk singer and songwriter from Oklahoma, who also played guitar, harmonica, mandolin, and fiddle. He had been an inspiration to Bob Dylan and the “folk revivalists,” a group of young people in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s, who were introduced to folk through Pete Seeger, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, his ex-wife Marjorie, and his son Arlo.
Woodie Guthrie, suffered from Huntington’s Disease. He was increasingly unable to control his muscles, and was hospitalized at Greystone Park Psychiatric Hospital in Morris County, NJ from 1956 to 1961, Brooklyn State Hospital in East Flatbush until 1966, and, finally, at Creedmoor Psychiatric Center in Queens Village, NY until his death in 1967. The then 19-year-old Bob Dylan, who idolized Woodie Guthrie, had regularly gone to visit him at Greystone Park. Guthrie died of complications due to Huntington’s Disease on October 3, 1967.
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The title of the film ‘The Lion’s Mouth Opens,’ is taken from a poem that Bob Dylan wrote about Woody Guthrie called ‘Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie.’
“When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you’re too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin’ behind an’ losin’ yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life’s busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin’ up
If the wine don’t come to the top of yer cup
If the wind’s got you sideways with with one hand holdin’ on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood’s easy findin’ but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin’ and the street gets too long
And you start walkin’ backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow’s mornin’ seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin’
And yer rope is a-slidin’ ’cause yer hands are a-drippin’
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe’s a-pourin’
And the lightnin’s a-flashing and the thunder’s a-crashin’
And the windows are rattlin’ and breakin’ and the roof tops a-shakin’
And yer whole world’s a-slammin’ and bangin’
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
“I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn’t they tell me the day I was born”
And you start gettin’ chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you’re lookin’ for somethin’ you ain’t quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world’s a-watchin’ with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she’s long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they’re fryin’
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell’s bangin’ loudly but you can’t hear its beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes’ve turned filthy from the sight-blindin’ dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an’ fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin’ three queens
And it’s makin you mad, it’s makin’ you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin’ around a pinball machine
And there’s something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin’
But it’s trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin’ in bed
And no matter how you try you just can’t say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion’s mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you’d never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin’
On this road I’m walkin’, on this trail I’m turnin’
On this curve I’m hanging
On this pathway I’m strolling, in the space I’m taking
In this air I’m inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I’m playing, on this banjo I’m frailin’
On this mandolin I’m strummin’, in the song I’m singin’
In the tune I’m hummin’, in the words I’m writin’
In the words that I’m thinkin’
In this ocean of hours I’m all the time drinkin’
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they’re around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
“Cause sometimes you hear’em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin’
And you can’t remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it’s something special you’re needin’
And you know that there’s no drug that’ll do for the healin’
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin’ train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That’s been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don’t bar no race
That won’t laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin’ long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it’s you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you’re sitting
That the world ain’t got you beat
That it ain’t got you licked
It can’t get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope’s just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner ’round a wide-angled curve
But that’s what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
“Cause you look an’ you start getting the chills
“Cause you can’t find it on a dollar bill
And it ain’t on Macy’s window sill
And it ain’t on no rich kid’s road map
And it ain’t in no fat kid’s fraternity house
And it ain’t made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain’t on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it’s funny
No you can’t find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain’t in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you’re bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain’t a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain’t in the rumors people’re tellin’ you
And it ain’t in the pimple-lotion people are sellin’ you
And it ain’t in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star’s blouse
And you can’t find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can’t tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain’t in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain’t in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain’t in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin’ and tappin’ in Christmas wrappin’
Sayin’ ain’t I pretty and ain’t I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can’t even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you’ll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain’t in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who’d turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can’t find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant and make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain’t in the ones that ain’t got any talent but think they do
And think they’re foolin’ you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while ’cause they know it’s in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin’, “Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain’t there no one here that knows where I’m at
Ain’t there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty That Stuff Ain’T Real”
No but that ain’t yer game, it ain’t even yer race
You can’t hear yer name, you can’t see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin’
Where do you look for this lamp that’s a-burnin’
Where do you look for this oil well gushin’
Where do you look for this candle that’s glowin’
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads?
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You’ll find God in the church of your choice
You’ll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it’s only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You’ll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown”
http://www.bobdylan.com
Huntington’s disease (HD) is a neurodegenerative genetic disorder that affects muscle coordination and leads to mental decline and behavioral symptoms. Symptoms of the disease can vary between individuals and affected members of the same family, but usually progress predictably. The earliest symptoms are often subtle problems with mood or cognition. A general lack of coordination and an unsteady gait often follows. As the disease advances, uncoordinated, jerky body movements become more apparent, along with a decline in mental abilities and behavioral symptoms.
Physical abilities gradually worsen until coordinated movement becomes difficult. Mental abilities generally decline into dementia. Complications such as pneumonia, heart disease, and physical injury from falls reduce life expectancy to around twenty years from the point at which symptoms begin. Physical symptoms can begin at any age from infancy to old age, but usually begin between 35 and 44 years of age. The disease may develop earlier in life in each successive generation. About 6% of cases start before the age of 21 years with an akinetic-rigid syndrome; they progress faster and vary slightly. The variant is classified as juvenile, akinetic-rigid, or Westphal variant HD.
“The Lion’s Mouth Opens” premiered on HBO last night.
- 6/2/2015
- by Sharon Abella
- Sydney's Buzz
Two bears were fightin' mad over some New Jersey trash! That's not slang for something or a euphemism of any sort—it's literally what went down Wednesday afternoon in one Morris County neighborhood! Local resident Tracey Bednash witnessed the two fuzzy yet ferocious predators throwing punches at one another. This wasn't over a lady bear or a pot o'honey—no way. These two were fighting over that toppled over garbage can! Ms. Bendash, who was presumably inside a safe structue and some distance away, snapped a video of the bickering bears on her phone, which she later shared with NBC4. "It's not uncommon for them to come around here on garbage day and ransack...
- 5/21/2015
- E! Online
Unearthed Films is proud to present Morris County. Award-winning writer/director Matthew Garrett (Beating Hearts) presents a trilogy of thematically connected stories as gruesome as they are tragic and heartfelt. In a performance praised by both Fangoria and Rue Morgue, Darcy Miller is Ellie, a damaged teenage girl harboring a terrible secret. Through the course of one traumatic day we learn what led this innocent girl down a path of self-destruction from which there is no … Continue reading →
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- 11/27/2014
- by Horrornews.net
- Horror News
Welcome to the third installment of my ongoing series of articles that collects great horror short films.
If you have not already done so, please check out the first two installments of this series “Watch 15 Great Horror Short Films” and its follow-up “Watch 13 More Great Horror Short Films” not only because you’ll love them but also because films and filmmakers mentioned in those articles are referenced in this one.
Short form horror aficionados will also want to check out a recent article I wrote called “The Greatest Horror Anthology Film Segments of All Time”.
As you readers know, the horror short film is an artistic endeavor that can serve as a film industry calling card. A perfect example of this is the recent announcement of the feature film version of Can Evrenol’s superb horror short Baskin.
Combine successes like that with the very strong film festival presence of...
If you have not already done so, please check out the first two installments of this series “Watch 15 Great Horror Short Films” and its follow-up “Watch 13 More Great Horror Short Films” not only because you’ll love them but also because films and filmmakers mentioned in those articles are referenced in this one.
Short form horror aficionados will also want to check out a recent article I wrote called “The Greatest Horror Anthology Film Segments of All Time”.
As you readers know, the horror short film is an artistic endeavor that can serve as a film industry calling card. A perfect example of this is the recent announcement of the feature film version of Can Evrenol’s superb horror short Baskin.
Combine successes like that with the very strong film festival presence of...
- 11/7/2014
- by Terek Puckett
- SoundOnSight
A northern New Jersey honor student who says her parents kicked her out of the house when she turned 18 is now suing them, asking a court to make them support her and pay for her college. A judge in Morristown has scheduled a hearing Tuesday in the lawsuit filed last week by Rachel Canning, who turned 18 in October. Canning's father, retired Lincoln Park police Chief Sean Canning, tells The Daily Record of Parsippany that his daughter voluntarily left home because she didn't want to abide by reasonable household rules, such as being respectful, keeping a curfew and doing some chores.
- 3/4/2014
- by Associated Press
- PEOPLE.com
Matthew Garrett's Morris County anthology will be available on March 18th via the Unearthed Films Online DVD Shop, and also members of the Beneath the Underground Facebook page will have an opportunity to purchase a "Bootleg Edition" DVD of the film. Here are some stills, the trailer, and more details.
From the Press Release:
Award-winning writer/director Matthew Garrett (Beating Hearts) presents a trilogy of thematically connected stories as gruesome as they are tragic and heartfelt.
- Darcy Miller is "Ellie," a damaged teenage girl harboring a terrible secret. Through the course of one traumatic day, we learn what led this innocent girl down a path of self-destruction from which there is no return.
- In "The Family Rubin," an upper middle-class Jewish family struggles to keep up appearances as their seemingly perfect life begins to crack at the seams. Albie Selznick (Ricochet, "The Young & The Restless") leads an...
From the Press Release:
Award-winning writer/director Matthew Garrett (Beating Hearts) presents a trilogy of thematically connected stories as gruesome as they are tragic and heartfelt.
- Darcy Miller is "Ellie," a damaged teenage girl harboring a terrible secret. Through the course of one traumatic day, we learn what led this innocent girl down a path of self-destruction from which there is no return.
- In "The Family Rubin," an upper middle-class Jewish family struggles to keep up appearances as their seemingly perfect life begins to crack at the seams. Albie Selznick (Ricochet, "The Young & The Restless") leads an...
- 2/24/2014
- by Debi Moore
- DreadCentral.com
Morris County, the feature length anthology film directed by Matthew Garrett is not easy to categorize - and that is one of its strengths. It's a drama - but the stories venture into such dark, bitter, raw, and rattling territory, the film is custom built more for horror fans than fans of conventional dramas. At the same time, horror fans who gravitate toward a typical mainstream flavor of the genre may find Morris County a little too daring, somber, and unflinching for their tastes. What I admire most about the film is that it refuses to use the cookie cutter. Instead, writer/director Garrett let the film evolve into its own unique beast - and for that, at the very least, Morris County deserves your attention.
Given the nonconforming nature of this film, it's easy to see why finding appropriate distribution for Morris County (which has been complete for some...
Given the nonconforming nature of this film, it's easy to see why finding appropriate distribution for Morris County (which has been complete for some...
- 2/14/2014
- by Eric Stanze
- FEARnet
New York, November 28: Bob Dylan's Fender Stratocaster guitar, which was played during his notorious Newport Folk Festival in 1965, is expected to fetch somewhere between 300,000 dollars and 500,000 dollars in an auction.
The guitar which is going for an auction at Christie's in New York, was separated from the singer when he left it on a private plane a few months after the Newport show, the New York Post reported.
The plane's pilot, Vic Quinto, held on to the guitar and passed it onto his daughter Dawn Peterson who held it at her home in Morris County, NJ.
A spokesperson from Christie's told the publication that.
The guitar which is going for an auction at Christie's in New York, was separated from the singer when he left it on a private plane a few months after the Newport show, the New York Post reported.
The plane's pilot, Vic Quinto, held on to the guitar and passed it onto his daughter Dawn Peterson who held it at her home in Morris County, NJ.
A spokesperson from Christie's told the publication that.
- 11/28/2013
- by Arun Pandit
- RealBollywood.com
Matthew Garrett is a director who hit the ground running with his first short film Ellie (2006), an unsettling movie that gathered much praise when it made the film festival rounds. His second film, the suspenseful and enigmatic Beating Hearts (2010), won Best Short Film at the Boston Underground Film Festival before it found a home here at FEARnet (click here to watch it). Garrett's first feature film is an anthology called Morris County, slated for release later this year. Garrett kindly took some time to discuss with FEARnet his past, present, and future as a film director. FEARnet: What inspired the story of your first film, Ellie? Garrett: It's difficult to discuss the news story that inspired the film without giving away part of the ending, but I will say that the themes of self-destruction, sexual abuse, and the inherent hypocrisy of organized religion were definitely on my mind. What events...
- 9/18/2013
- by Eric Stanze
- FEARnet
Filmmaker Matthew Garrett announced recently that he’s begun work on transforming his hit horror short film Beating Hearts into a feature-length project. To help celebrate the news, please watch the unsettling short above, which will only be online until January 1st, 2012.
Plus, Garrett was gracious enough to grant Bad Lit an exclusive interview on his plans for his first feature-length narrative project, as well as describe the genesis of the short.
(Bad Lit previously reviewed Beating Hearts earlier this year, describing it as “an absolutely terrifying movie.” We also reviewed Garrett’s feature Morris County, which consists of a triptych of shorts: Ellie, The Family Rubin and Elmer & Iris.)
Bad Lit: Making a popular horror short film, then producing a feature film version of it seems to be a popular move these days — ala The Pact and Excision. How did making a feature version of your short Beating Hearts come up?...
Plus, Garrett was gracious enough to grant Bad Lit an exclusive interview on his plans for his first feature-length narrative project, as well as describe the genesis of the short.
(Bad Lit previously reviewed Beating Hearts earlier this year, describing it as “an absolutely terrifying movie.” We also reviewed Garrett’s feature Morris County, which consists of a triptych of shorts: Ellie, The Family Rubin and Elmer & Iris.)
Bad Lit: Making a popular horror short film, then producing a feature film version of it seems to be a popular move these days — ala The Pact and Excision. How did making a feature version of your short Beating Hearts come up?...
- 12/21/2011
- by Mike Everleth
- Underground Film Journal
So, I’ve been doing these links posts for awhile now and it’s been very encouraging that they’re some of the most viewed articles on the site every week. However, even more exciting and inspiring is that I’ve had several bloggers/writers contact me lately to tell me that my linking to them provides a bit of a bump in readers for them. It really makes me happy that my readers are actually clicking through and reading these fantastic articles on other people’s websites. I mean, obviously that’s the whole point of this project, but I didn’t know the actual result until recently. It’s nice to hear. That said, on with the show:
This week’s Must Read is an oldie, but a goodie. And by “oldie” I mean almost 50 years old. It’s Stan Vanderbeek’s 1961 manifesto “The Cinema Delimina” (careful: that...
This week’s Must Read is an oldie, but a goodie. And by “oldie” I mean almost 50 years old. It’s Stan Vanderbeek’s 1961 manifesto “The Cinema Delimina” (careful: that...
- 9/26/2010
- by Mike Everleth
- Underground Film Journal
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