Blindness

March 27 , 2009 | | In: Movie Reviews


If you like watching blind people walk around naked, stepping in feces, and getting it on, then you have found the movie for you. If none of that turns you on, or interests you in the least, then walk on by.

I wish I had walked on by.

There is an unexplained epidemic that causes white blindness. It spreads throughout the entire unnamed city. The first cases are quarantined. The population slowly increases. One woman, the doctor’s wife, played by Julianne Moore, retains her sight but plays blind to join her blinded eye doctor husband. She assumes the role of caretaker for the blinded. The guards are sadistic, certain other blind people stage a coup and are all out terrorists. It’s not as good as it sounds.

There is supposed to be a message somewhere in this degrading mess. For the life of me, it’s lost on me. It’s based on a highly respected book, but so was The Bonfire of the Vanities. Moore is decent in her role, but damn, this movie goes down the crapper.

 

Ignore this pile. I had high hopes for this one, but all hope is lost.

1.5 out of 5
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Watchmen

March 25 , 2009 | | In: Movie Reviews

watchmen_poster16First of all let me say I liked this movie.  I thought it was good.   As a fan of the graphic novel, I recommend it.   Also, as a fan of the graphic novel, the movie was better than I thought it would be.   With all of that out of the way, the film version of Watchmen is lacking in something, and I can’t quite put my finger on it.  It troubles me.  Maybe it’s just that it is not the source material.

Watchmen has a great cast that brings these complex characters to life.  I think Ozymandias was miscast, but they didn’t ask me, so there you go.  The characters have personal demons and dilemmas which average action/superhero movie-going audiences will yawn at, be bored by.  The heroes that populate Watchmen feel real, and the world they inhabit feels real.  This is not just a comic book movie, but a film overall, for people who want something to chew their minds on after the final credits.  It’s all owed to Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons, and the filmmakers, for the most part, honor them.


For as much as I liked this movie, to me it still seems to be a little aimless.  It really feels like it’s on rails and can’t breath on its own.  It has no vision outside of its origins.  It’s nice to see the Watchmen and their world on the screen, but it feels forced onto the silver screen.  The movie is not the novel; it should have found a little of its own life.

But, like I said, I did like it.  I thought it well made, though some scenes reminded me too much of director Zack Snyder’s previous hit 300.  It feels like Mr. Snyder is copying himself.  Watchmen‘s substance just barely outweighs its style.

4 out of 5

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The Dying Embers of Evening’s Light

March 24 , 2009 | | In: Poetry
The Dying Embers of Evening’s Light
 

I keep warm in the pocket of my heart
The picture of her that graces my wallet.
Either Love, or Lust, or Madness, it is wrong
Whatever name you’ve decided to call it.
There is a chill wind that resides in
The evening light’s falling;
The owls are out and the katydids are calling,
A duet with my soul of the same exact tune:
It’s not dark, but it will be soon.
Dusk is the heavy breath of gloom.
It’s not dark, yet…but it will be soon.

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Perfect Circle

March 24 , 2009 | | In: Book Reviews

The International Mining Corporation (IMC) have made a mysterious discovery in the jungles of the Congo that could world altering, and shattering, consequences. Satellite imagery has detected the presence of a circle buried deep beneath the jungle floor. Twenty thousand feet deep to be precise.

Oh, brother, here we go again. At least that’s what I thought when I first read the back jacket of this Cortes’s debut novel. Set in the near future, Earth is plagued with crises: ecological, geographical, and political. A world in turmoil. But this circle under the jungle could mean opportunity knocking. Unbeknownst to IMC, they are being spied on by Pygmies. Yeah, that’s right, Pygmies. The Pygmies are part of a mystical society that protects the secret under the Congo, and they have something to do with protecting the knowledge of the universe.

It gets a little weird.

There are echoes of Michael Crichton’s Sphere (and Congo and The Andromeda Strain) and Lincoln Child’s Deep Storm in Perfect Circle. But, I admit, it was not exactly what I was expecting. Like I said, it gets a little weird. There are some good plot turns, and the more outrageous story strains of mysticism are woven into the science fiction tale in a deft manner.

This is an interesting story, but it gets bogged down in the telling. Several, several, times I checked to see how far from the end I was; not in a gasp to postpone it, but in a “gee, lets get on with it, already” kind of way. It gets weird, and a little boring. Having read it, I wished the beginning and middle parts had been shortened, and the ending had been expanded. The end was much more interesting than the preceding events.

3 out of 5

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True Experiences

March 24 , 2009 | | In: Pieces of Me
I work in the healthcare field, and have now for several years.  The majority of my years have been in geriatric care, working in nursing homes.  A lot of my coworkers over the years have talked about their “true experiences”, brushes they have had with things they cannot fully explain.  Some of these experiences have been from very reliable people, others have had to be taken with a grain of salt.  I worked with a nurse a couple of years ago who saw something one night in a resident’s room as she passed by the door, and it frightened this nurse to the extent that she would not walk down the halls by herself.  The majority of what my coworkers have related have mainly been shapes and shadows moving, human forms walking across the hall from one room to another.  I had a resident, of sound mind, relate to me once her own experience of seeing a man, in broad daylight, walk down the hall to the last room and enter it.  She told me she had never seen this man before, and being nosy, casually rolled her wheelchair to the end of the hall under the pretense to look out the emergency door.  The last room was a private room, with just the one way in or out.  She told me when she looked in the room, it was empty.  She told me she went into the room, but there was nobody to be found.
 
I have had two experiences.  Two experiences with the same apparition, or shadow person, or angel, or whatever it’s proper name or title.  I mean no disrespect.
 
Thirteen years ago I had just entered the workforce, and was working in a nursing home (which shall remain nameless here).  My friend and coworker one night saw someone cross the hall, from one side to the other, and she thought it was me.  The halls in this particular nursing home, at night, are dark.  The lights are out, except for wall lights positioned low to the floor that are lit on every other wall.  It was dark, but one was still able to see who the other was from opposing distances.  My friend, K., saw this dark shape cross the hall at the far end.  I heard her calling my name, and I stepped from the room directly beside her.  She saw me and instantly broke down in tears.  She told me what she had seen, and I went to investigate, thinking a resident had gotten out of bed and was wandering.  I went to the room she saw it enter, room 32, and there was no one there; no one that could walk, that is- the two residents, invalids, were bed.  I checked the adjoining room, number 33, and found the same.  I even checked room 31, a private room with just the one door to enter and exit.  Nothing in 31 either.
 
I dismissed K.’s sighting as a trick of light, and exhaustion.  And I didn’t think too much about it, until later when I saw it.
 
I was working the hall a couple of weeks later with J.  Now, we liked to scare each other at night, and the rest of our coworkers, and I can’t think of anyone I’ve worked with on the graveyard shift who didn’t like to make someone else jump every once and a while.  I was at the nurses station and glanced down the hall, and I saw someone standing in the doorway of room 32.  It was a masculine figure, black, like a solid shadow, it had weight to it.  It was of medium build, of medium height, and I thought it was J.  The figure leaned out from the door way; I could tell it had a hand resting on the door jamb, and it looked towards me and then stepped back into the room.  I thought it was J. trying to scare me, planning to jump out of the room and surprise me.
 
I headed down the hall, fully aware, ready for J. to jump out.  As I got to the open door of room 32, the closed door of room 31, the private room, opened.  J. stepped out of the private room with linen.
 
“Were you just in here?” I asked him, pointing to 32.
 
“No,” he replied.  “I’ve been in here,” and he held up the linen as evidence.
 
“Then who did I just see?”
 
We both searched room 32, and all the other rooms on the hall.  Every resident was where they should have been.  J. and I both felt uneasy on the hall that night.
 
Thirteen years later, I am working at a different nursing home now.  This one is better lit; not all the lights go off at night.  Recently, just a few weeks ago, we had a resident who was expected to pass at any moment.  My coworkers and I were in and out of the room, checking on the resident, helping the family.  I was standing at the foot of the resident’s bed, my hand on the door jamb.  I had a feeling of someone standing behind me, of someone looking over my shoulder.  I turned my head slightly, expecting to see the nurse, or one of my other coworkers.  I saw the black form again, the shape, the shadow person, standing at my side.  If it had been breathing, I would have felt it on my arm.  It was there and then it wasn’t; it was gone before I even reacted and jumped back.  Luckily, the family members did not see me, though one of my coworkers gave me a quizzical look.  Luckily, I didn’t scream, either, though I felt the urge to shout something.
 
It was solid.  It was right there, next to me.  I could have reached out and touched it; actually, I would not have had to reach out, I would have only had to lean slightly.  And even though I have shivers right now, as I did then, it was not a completely frightening experience.  I was startled, yes, but there was a measure of exhilaration also.  I feel privileged to have seen it twice, especially this second time with it standing so close to me.
 
Our resident passed away within the next fifteen minutes of me seeing the form.  With my first encounter, a resident of room 32 passed away one or two days later.  Is it an angel of death?  I don’t know.  Whatever it is, it is all the proof I need to know there is something to life more than us.
 
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A Few of My Favorite Books

March 19 , 2009 | | In: Pieces of Me

I just finished reading Dan Simmons’s novel Drood the other day, and I have to admit it has become one of my favorites.  Here’s a list of ten other books that I think kick all manners of butt.  They are in no particular order.

1.  Imajica by Clive Barker

2.  ‘Salem’s Lot by Stephen King

3.  The List of 7 by Mark Frost

4.  Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs

5.  The Black Dahlia by James Ellroy

6.  The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

7.  Watchmen by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons

8.  Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury

9.  Mythago Wood by Robert Holdstock

10.  Eaters of the Dead by Michael Crichton

What the hell, lets turn it up to eleven!

11.  The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris

The Other’s Web

March 19 , 2009 | | In: Poetry

The Other’s Web

Maybe I’m a moth
drawing closer to your flame.
Maybe you’re a fox and
I’m unsuspecting game.
Or maybe you’re Jesus
come to heal the lame.

Sometimes we’re spiders,
sometimes we’re flies,
sometimes wanderers barely
passing the other by.
Sometimes we’re missed calls
losing faith on the line.

I’m the ship, you’re the sea-
I’ve begun to sink,
drowning in your tempest
and dying for a drink.
Life should give us a warning-
love is darker than we think.

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Drood

March 18 , 2009 | | In: Book Reviews

I’m having a hard time writing this review.  I just finished reading this book, and I can’t quite find the right words to describe it.  It’s that good.
 
Drood is a living, breathing, twisting novel.  The best thing is that Drood goes beyond categorization, beyond a single genre.  It is enlightening, entertaining, thrilling, and beguiling.  Epic.  A sinister behemoth.
 
It has to be read, not to be understood, but to be experienced.
 
Charles Dickens survives the June 9th, 1865, Staplehurst train derailment.  While working to find fellow survivors, Dickens meets an odd man named Drood, if Drood is a man at all.  Days later, Dickens tells his friend, the writer Wilkie Collins, about the accident and the otherworldly Drood.  Obsessed with discovering the true identity, and intentions, of the almost spectral Drood, Dickens and Wilkie scour tombs, slums, crypts, and the very underground world of London itself.
 
Wilkie Collins is the narrator of the story, told from his memoirs.  He himself states that he is questionable in his reliability.  He is, afterall, fond of opium.  And Wilkie is very tired of living in the shadow of Charles Dickens, a man not afraid to offer the opinion that he is the world’s greatest writer.  Dickens often says it as fact.  As large as Dickens’s ego seems to be, he is always likable and charming.  And as bloodthirsty as Wilkie becomes, he remains just as fascinating throughout the story, even when he’s at his most dispicable.
 
Drood is a story that takes its time, and it takes time to read it.  There are twists and turns, ghostly apparitions, madmen, and monsters, but it never loses its humanity.
 
It’s excellent.
 
5 out of 5
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The Devil Remade Me Do It

March 18 , 2009 | | In: Pieces of Me

The word on the street (or information superhighway) is that A Nightmare On Elm Street and Hellraiser are set for remakes, plus The Wolf Man is due in November.  What follows is a list of remakes (or re-imaginings) of horror classics that I liked.

1.  Halloween

2.  The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

3.  Bram Stoker’s Dracula

4.  Dawn of the Dead

5.  The Thing

6.  The Fog (I have a soft spot for it)

7.  The Fly

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A Friday Revue

March 18 , 2009 | | In: Pieces of Me

Having seen the remake of Friday the 13th, and having been only marginally pleased by it, I thought I would revisit the original series. Here’s my thoughts on some of the original installments, my favorites from the series. Please keep in mind these are just my opinions.

Part I: Okay, here is where I confess: I’ve always found the first one to be a little boring. I’m sorry, that’s just how it is for me. It’s good for what they had to work with, but I think it’s a little bit on the snoozer side. Rail against me all you must.

Part II:  The first sequel has one of the best cinematic shots in the entire series (watch it and guess which one shot I’m talking about). This is also the Friday offering in which Jason kills the guy in the wheelchair, proving that Jason just doesn’t really give a damn who you are; he’s an equal opportunity mass murderer.

Part III: This is just one of my favorites of the entire series. I’ve watched it almost as many times as Part V. Jason gets his mask in this one, forever changing the face of DTM’s. That’s Dead Teenager Movies for those who may not be in the know.

Part IV:  Corey Feldman. If that doesn’t make it an instant classic, what else does? Among my friends, this one seems to be the most popular, and admired, in the franchise. Might be because most of us cut our newfound horror teeth on this one back in the day. It’s good, but, to me, not as good as the next one.

Part V:  This is the best one. I’ve defended my view against several attacks by friends and family. Other than the fact that A New Beginning has the girl with the best…personality, it also boasts atmosphere and an almost Hitchcockian style. I said ‘almost’. From start to finish, this is just a great horror movie.

Part VI: JASON LIVES!   Spread the news. A little belatedly, Jason becomes a supernatural force. This is an enjoyable movie, it has some really good laughs in it. It’s a close second for the best of the series overall.

After Jason Lives, choose to believe it or not, the series got a little silly. Yes, I now, I was shocked too, how did that happen? The New Blood, dubbed “Jason Vs. Carrie”, isn’t a bad movie. But come on, psychic powers? Telekinesis? This is Friday the 13th. Jason Takes Manhattan? Not a very bad entry, but not a very good one either. And don’t get me started on Jason Goes to Hell, okay, don’t, just don’t.

Jason X:  Jason in space? I was a hold out on this one for a long time. I never saw it until a couple of years ago. I mean, it sounds completely ridiculous. But it’s not. It’s actually quite good. Now, if the current remake had been as fun as this one, or one of the others, it would have been money well spent.

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Friday the 13th

March 18 , 2009 | | In: Movie Reviews

fridaythe13th2009I am a Jason fan. I own the entire series on DVD. I have watched them repeatedly. This new remake, or re-imagining as Hollywood likes to call it these days, falls somewhere in the lower ranks, right in between Jason Takes Manhattan and Jason Goes to Hell (Hell being a complete embarrassment to the series).

There’s no need to give plot details, it’s a Friday the 13th movie: gratuitous nudity and/or sex, and a lot of people get killed.


The women are hot, that’s going to earn it a point right there (hey, it’s a Friday the 13th movie, come on). The blond guy who plays the ass bag who should have been killed before the script was green lit looks a lot like Tom Cruise, and kind of acts like him, too. That gets it half a point. The redneck who loves the mannequin, that gets a half point. So that’s a score of two. And Jason….Well, Jason is back in action, so that’s going to get it another half point. That’s all I’m going to give the big lug.

This new film lacks charm. That old slice and hack charm. I narrowly recommend it to veteran Jason fans; it’s our Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. A nice token, but derivative. The old Jason I love is take-no-prisoner; this new incarnation, well, he does take a prisoner. This 2009 Jason isn’t fresh and new, as the film makers attempted to make him, he’s just another face in the crowd, and all the stabbings and decapitations and bouncing, jiggling, barely legal boobies in the world can’t change it. It doesn’t even have the fun of Freddy Vs. Jason going for it.

The best I can say is, it’s an okay movie.

2.5 out of 5
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The Midnight Meat Train

March 18 , 2009 | | In: Movie Reviews

midnight-meat-trainThis is a good movie. That is an understatement.

Leon Kauffman is a struggling photographer. A gallery owner, played by Brooke Shields, of all people, tells him he’s good, but his subject matter is questionable. Too light, too ordinary; not real enough.

So Leon goes looking for real people to photograph, darker subjects. He finds it in spades.


Mahogany is a serial killer. He rides the subway late into the night and kills unsuspecting commuters. Though some are not so unsuspecting; it’s the big city, they’re cautious, some are armed themselves. Leon begins to piece together the mystery of Mahogany after discovering he photographed one of the victims before she died. His attempts at capturing the killer (on film and otherwise) is a gruesomely thrilling experience.

This is a smart movie, for the most part, and is beautiful to look at–mysterious, vibrant, tempting. There is true brains in all that gore with only one mild misstep. Midnight Meat Train doesn’t kow tow to the audience, and the final destination doesn’t satisfy you, it makes you crave more while leaving you speechless.

5 out of 5

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Quantum of Solace

March 18 , 2009 | | In: Movie Reviews
Quantum of Solace is the direct sequel to Casino Royale, marking Danielquantum-solace-poster-2 Craig’s second outing as Ian Fleming’s James Bond, agent 007, and it gets my vote as the best film I’ve seen all year. Not that my vote really matters, or that I’ve seen every movie of 2008. I’m just saying, this year, Bond is Best.

 

In Quantum, Bond is on the hunt for the responsible parties behind Vesper Lynd’s death, and all that international tomfoolery of Casino Royale. Bond’s quest for vengeance and, uh, solace, leads him to Dominic Greene, a member of a global crime syndicate and good friend of the CIA, who helps control government coups and puppet dictators and other such things we like to think doesn’t really happen. This film opens with a bang and ends with a sigh, and in between is the intrigue and action that kept me enthralled like no other film this year. Well, the Dark Knight is a close second, but Bond dusts the Batman.

My only complaints are the editing distracts during some of the action sequences (but that’s minor), and the biggest problem is that the movie is too damn short, at least when compared to Casino Royale which seemed to go on for almost forever. Leave’em beggin’ for more, I guess.

Long live Bond.

My score: 5 out of 5

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The Day the Earth Stood Still

March 18 , 2009 | | In: Movie Reviews
This is probably the biggest disappointment I’ve seen all year. For fans of thedaytheearthstoodstill-pglobe-full 1951 original, this is bottom dwelling at its big-budget Hollywood best: pretty lights and style, but no substance. If you’ve never seen the original, then this may pass as an adequate Matrix sequel.

Klaatu, as played stiltedly by Keanu Reeves, is sent to Earth by an intergalactic joint commission on life, the universe, and everything, to evaluate us humans as worth saving or expendable for the greater good of the planet. If you have seen the better-than-the-movie trailer, you know already going into it that if we live, the Earth dies, but if we humans die, the Earth lives. Environmental concern is a nice, and topical, update from the Cold War Nuclear Holocaust scare of the original, up to date and topical for its time as well, but nothing is really done to capitalize on such a massive threat. The movie should be big, big, and bigger, but it sits firmly in the middle of the road and feels pretty insular. It’s a lead balloon striving for take-off.

The original was ominous, mysterious, and thrilling. It had heart and soul. This remake is fluffy and baffling, unable to deliver on its big plot. Michael Rennie’s original Klaatu had personality, was engaging and interesting; Reeves has flat affect for the whole show, even when he has his big change of heart. Certainly not all aliens will be this…this…Keanu-like. Sadly, Gort is depressing, though still livelier than Reeves’ Klaatu, but Jennifer Connelly and John Cleese outdo the CGI, giving this film what little heart and soul it does possess.

Yet, somewhere, somehow, in this flawed jumble of a movie, there is a watchable piece of SF entertainment. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something here made me like it better than I expected, and makes me not dislike it as much as I probably should. It’s not the worst film of the year. Just the most disappointing, for me.

My score: 3 out of 5

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The Pines

March 17 , 2009 | | In: Book Reviews

I like horror.  Horror books, horror movies, horror sounds, Marilyn Manson, Barry Manilow and the Carpenters.  I like splatter punk, psychological horror, ghosts, monsters, vampires, and werewolves, OH MY!  (Sorry, I couldn’t resist; rainy days and Mondays always bring me down.)  I like fast paced, balls to the wall, four on the floor action, and I also like deliberate pacing, stories that slowly unfold to reveal their wonders and mysteries and secrets.  Robert Dunbar’s The Pines has action, it has moments of quiet horror, it has creepy woods on a dark night, and equally scary swamps in the broad daylight; it has crazed, inbred rednecks, kids with psychic links to murderous monsters, and feral dogs roaming the countryside for their next meal.  It has all the right ingredients, but none of them taste good together.
 
The Pines is all over the place.  Dunbar ties it all up in a decent enough bow, leaving room for a sequel.  Dear Mr. Dunbar, please don’t.  Just, uh…just move on.
 
A series of murders has struck the Pine Barrens.  It’s blamed on the wild dogs, but the Pineys, the backwoods people with no teeth and a penchant for moonshine and incest, know it’s something besides them there dogs.  It’s the Jersey Devil, or a werewolf, or some strange combination thereof.  Athena (not a Piney, but the widow of one), struggles to raise her disturbed son, Matthew, amid the prejudice from the normal citizens as well as the inbred ones.  She is from the big city, and only stays because she says she feels safe in the Barrens, for whatever reason because I honestly don’t know where she got that particular idea.  Living a stones throw from the loony Pineys would have sent me packing long ago, but I digress.  As one can guess, little Matthew can see into the mind of the monster-on-the-prowl, see through it’s eyes, but can’t articulate what’s going on due to his diminished mental capabilities.
 
The Pines is filled with a lot of things, most of which felt unnecessary.  Not even half way through, I was wishing to finish to get it out of the way.  Dunbar is a decent writer, and he gives us some decent moments throughout the story, but it gets bogged down in its own swampy morass.  The copy of the book I read proclaimed UNCUT VERSION!  Maybe the cuts were made for a reason.
 
My score:  2 out of 5
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