THE 2018 PRINT VERSION OF THE 366 WEIRD MOVIES YEARBOOK IS (FINALLY) HERE!

Every year we promise to get the previous year’s Yearbook out sooner, and every year it ends up debuting sometime in the middle of the following year. Next year will be different; and although it’s true we’ve been saying that every year, we are planning some format changes that may help us reach that goal. At any rate, longtime readers and collectors have learned to live with these delays. Fortunately, the movies examined herein are still fresh and weird.

366 Weird Movies 2018 Yearbook Cover

As always, the recycled ad copy speaks for itself:

Covering everything weird, from art house surrealism to next-generation cult movies to so-bad-they’re-weird B-movie atrocities, 366 Weird Movies has been meeting all of your weird movie needs since 2009 with a combination of sly humor and serious insight. This is our annual Yearbook covering all the weird movies released and re-released in 2018, from All You Can Eat Buddha to Zen Dog, with 40+ full-length reviews, extensive capsules and supplemental listings, and exclusive interviews with director Panos Cosmatos (Mandy) and others. If it’s weird, it’s a movie, it’s from 2018, and 366 Weird Movies covered it, you’ll find it here.

You can buy the 366 Weird Movies 2018 Yearbook here. Don’t forget that it’s also available (for a mere $3.49, or free if you have Kindle Unlimited!) in a Kindle version.

All profits derived from your kind purchase will go towards paying our hosting costs. As always, any leftover monies will be wasted on G. Smalley’s relentless and desperate pursuit of hedonistic excess: an ocean of gin, a parade of cheap floozies, and impulsive weird movie purchases that leave him feeling physically spent, but empty and soulless. Good times!

 

One thought on “THE 2018 PRINT VERSION OF THE 366 WEIRD MOVIES YEARBOOK IS (FINALLY) HERE!”

  1. My contributor’s copy arrived this week. Opened it and found my eulogy for Harlan Ellison. Time-traveling me from age 14 paused, looking up from his copy of *Stalking the Nightmare*, to ponder than someday, I would be reading myself in a book talking about what this author meant to me.

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