MOVIE REVIEW: The Devil’s Payground (2010)

  • GENRE: Zombie Horror
  • ACTORS: Jaime Murray, MyAnna Buring, Danny Dyer, Craig Fairbrass, Sean Pertwee, Colin Salmon, Shane Taylor, Craig Conway, Lisa McAllister, and Alistair Petrie
  • RATING: NR
  • PARENTAL NOTE: Not intended for children. Bad language and questionable situations. Extreme Zombie Violence.
  • INTENDED AUDIENCE: This movie is intended for fans of the genre, and may not be appreciated by others.
  • GENERAL PLOT: (No spoilers) The pharmaceutical trials for a miracle drug go bad. The “cure” creates zombies.
  • REVIEW: The zombies in this movie are fast and relentless. The main characters are on the run. Good actors. Good zombie mayhem. Good production values. Not much you can ask for.
  • RECOMMENDATION:1 This is a zombie horror movie. Many people will be highly offended by every movie in this genre because of the graphic violence, gore, language and other questionable elements. However, if you are a fan of this genre–I highly recommend this movie. One of the best of its kind that I’ve seen in a while.{RECOMMENDATION}
  • RATING (out of 5 stars):
  1. If you wonder why zombie themes and horror films have space on a Christian website like K_Line Christian Online, please see my blog post on point

WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN

Today is the first day of Autumn

WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bare-headed, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo’ lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover overhead!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

Then your apples all is getherd, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’s over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too!…
I don’t know how to tell it—but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on ME—
I’d want to ‘commodate ’em—all the whole-indurin’ flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

James Witcomb Riley, 1849-1916
WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN is one of the most famous poems of the great Hoosier Poet, James Whitcomb Riley


Raisin Pie — Edgar Guest’s Birthday

On this year's Edgar Guest Day, observing the 130th birthday of Edgar Guest, K_Line Christian Online is proud to reprint his immortal poem, Raisin Pie!

Edgar Guest1 (1881 – 1959)

(Some people2 consider raisin pie to be the high water mark in the American culinary arts. There is tasty recipe for old fashioned Raisin Pie on this blOg.)

Raisin Pie by Edgar Guest

THERE’S a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow bantam corn,
And I sort o’ like to linger round a berry patch at morn;
Oh, the Lord has set our table with a stock o’ things to eat
An’ there’s just enough o’ bitter in the blend to cut the sweet,
But I run the whole list over, an’ it seems somehow that I
Find the keenest sort o’ pleasure in a chunk o’ raisin pie.

There are pies that start the water circulatin’ in the mouth;
There are pies that wear the flavor of the warm an’ sunny south;
Some with oriental spices spur the drowsy appetite
An’ just fill a fellow’s being with a thrill o’ real delight;
But for downright solid goodness that comes drippin’ from the sky
There is nothing quite the equal of a chunk o’ raisin pie.

I’m admittin’ tastes are diff’runt, I’m not settin’ up myself
As the judge an’ final critic of the good things on the shelf.
I’m sort o’ payin’ tribute to a simple joy on earth,
Sort o’ feebly testifyin’ to its lasting charm an’ worth,
An’ I’ll hold to this conclusion till it comes my time to die,
That there’s no dessert that’s finer than a chunk o’ raisin pie.

Edgar Guest
Edgar Guest
Edgar Guest was born on August 20, 1881, in Birmingham, England. His family moved to Detroit, Michigan, in 1891. Edgar began working, in 1895, as a copy boy for the Detroit Free Press. He worked there for almost sixty-five years.

Guest broadcast a weekly program on NBC radio from 1931 to 1942. In 1951, he began “A Guest in Your Home” on NBC TV. Guest published more than twenty volumes of poetry. It is estimated that he wrote over 11,000 poems. Guest has been called “the poet of the people.” His poems usually portrayed a sentimental view of everyday life. He considered himself “a newspaper man who wrote verses.” Edgar Guest died on August 5, 1959.


FOOTNOTES:

  1. SOURCE: Poets.org
  2. e.g. Tom Truex

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