WRITER/ACTOR R. O’DONNELL DELIVERS JUNK MAIL STORIES

WRITER/ACTOR/COMEDIAN RICHARD O'DONNELL, has been invited to perform his one-man show entitled Junk Mail Stories for the extended Barbara Hashimoto: Junk Mail exhibit, 2003 S. Halsted Street, Chicago, every Saturday in November. The 45 minute show will examine in a humorous and serious light how junk mail effects our everyday lives. “It’s something Barbara and I discussed over a year ago,” says O’Donnell, also known as “R.” to his friends and colleagues, “Since Barbara’s Junk Mail exhibit was awarded another six months by the Art District of Chicago, It was just time to unite for a common cause.”

Other special events throughout the year include Junk Mail Landscapes, Junk Mail Interiors, and Junk Mail Christmas where trees will be decorated using hand shredded Holiday Catalogues and other Holiday related Junk mail.

More recently, Barbara Hashimoto: Junk Mail exhibit, will re-open its gallery doors for a reception from 6-10 PM this Friday, July 11 at 2003 S. Halsted Street, Chicago, where the exhibit grows bigger everyday. The reception will be held during the traditional 2nd Friday Gallery Walk that has made the Art District of East Pilsen famous to locals and tourists alike.

JUNK MAIL FACTS: 100 million trees are cut down to produce junk mail annually. The majority of junk mail is produced from natural forests. In 2006, Americans received 77 billion pieces of junk mail. In 2006, more than 15 million trees were cut down to produce the 1.8 billion pounds of undeliverable junk mail. (That’s above and beyond what was delivered.) 44% of the junk mail received goes unopened into the landfill.

Richard O’Donnell co-wrote the award-winning off-Broadway musical One & One, Radio City Music Hall’s A Manhattan Showboat, and co-founded the New Age Vaudeville theatre company, the New Variety cabaret, and the R. Rated television show.

Born in New Jersey and educated at Yale, Hashimoto’s work has been exhibited throughout Japan, The U.S. and The Middle East and is in more than 250 public and private collections including The Smithsonian Institution’s Museum of American Art, The Museum of Arts and Design (New York) and The National Museum of Women in the Arts.


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“WITCHFINDER GENERAL” VINCENT PRICE CLASSIC GORE

by
Brazillia R. Kreep
a.k.a THE KREEP

Good evening kings and queens of crimson goo. Tonight’s rusty vault slowly creeks open to reveal a Vincent Price immortal classic from MGM’s Midnight Movies series, a deliciously bloody tale that is a poor man’s The Crucible of sorts: Witchfinder General.

Aptly directed by Michael Reeves. (Who died an agonizing death only a year later from an accidental barbiturate overdose-and that in itself is creepy too.) This British-made drama, originally billed as Edgar Allen Poe’s The Conqueror Worm, is a truly gory affair. Vincent Price plays the malicious Matthew Hopkins, a witch hunter that is more sinful than all the poor souls he brutally tortures combined. This is a nasty psychopath that hires an even nastier psychopathic sidekick to torture and mutilate the innocent while he’s off looking for more. Before the final credits role, enough blood has splashed across the screen, enough women have screamed their bloody guts out, and enough skin has be ripped, pinched, and stabbed, that I don’t advise having the steak tartar afterwards. Really. I’m quite serious about this. This is hard to watch sometimes or just your thing if you like stopping to look at road kill . Thank goodness the blood is bright orange or more people would loose their lunches instead of laughing their heads off. Lots of Fun extras too! Well worth the bucks my frightfully fine fiends.

Special Features including Witchfinder General: Michael Reeves’ Horror Classic doc and audio commentary with Co-producer and actor Ian Ogilvy.

What Price Fame?

When Vincent Price came out to play
All the children ran away
They’d scream and dream such awful things
Like long-fanged snakes and hornet stings
For Mr. Price was wicked see
T’bring such woes so eerily
Yet when he finally bid adieu
All the children did boo-hoo
they loved the thrills n’ chills he laid
And prayed he would come back someday