BLOP: The Dunwich Horror

This… this was some truly terrible, terrible stuff. And I LOVED it!

70’s cinematic jewel The Dunwich Horror features one of U.S. film’s sexy old-heads, Dean Stockwell (who incidentally does a lot of visual art) and a bunch of other fairly bad actors & actresses. I cannot deny how entranced I was by Stockwell’s performance. IF you dare to join me in revisiting it, get ready for some bedroom eyes, lads & lasses–and a sultry pillow-talk voice to match.

Lovecraft–though I believe he may have been a terrible anti-Semite and misogynist–had some crazy stories to tell!

That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.

– Necronomicon, HP Lovecraft

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BLONORS

Here’s a BLast frOm the Not sO receNt paSt: John Q.

 

This film I bring up in light of the current political – economic – healthcare crisis (a.k.a. #Obamacare) which everyone is up in arms about. This is a film I have a hunch that most people will say the following about: his son got the short end of the stick and he took matters into his own hands. Well, regardless of what “they” say, that’s all immaterial.

 

What’s important is the fact that this film proved to me that I am VERY special. Howso?

 

I was the SOLE audience member who burst out laughing within the first 5 minutes when the hot blonde in the Mercedes–listening to the Flower Duet or some other regal operatic or symphonic piece–met face to face with a Mack truck. How was that scene not pure comedy gold? People need to lighten up a bit. All I got that day was scowls… 😦

Vulva Power

Vulva Power

I cannot express how relieving it is, just to see a vagina in its natural state. As someone who deals with their own on a daily basis, but also worries about my nieces’ vaginas, friends’ vaginas, and even complete strangers’ vaginas, I can lose the forest for the trees. It becomes detached from reality, transforming into a symbol, rather than the very real thing that it is: a vulva. Thankfully, The Reticulated Writer brought us Vag, and lots of it.

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BLOP: River’s Edge

Granted, I never saw, River’s Edge–a little gem of a 80’s flick–when I was a kid back IN the 80’s, but MAN! If I had, I would have made myself Crispin HELLION Glover‘s attache years ago.

Here’s a film that was terrible–TERRIBLE–but must have had such a great time behind the scenes. Can you imagine the DoomsdayGen sandwich Keanu and Crispin would make? I can. I’m imagining it right now. It’s Hansel, honey: so hot.

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“The complexities of adult life get in the way of the truth. The great philosophers have always been able to clear away the complexities and see simple distinctions – simple once they are stated, vastly difficult before. If we are to follow them we too must be childishly simple in our questions – and maturely wise in our replies.”
― Mortimer J. Adler, How to Read a Book: The Classic Guide to Intelligent Reading

Educational Enlightenment

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BLOP: Labyrinth

Got a BLOP (BLast frOm the Past) for those of us born in the 80’s: David Bowie & Jennifer Connelly in Labyrinth.

Faeries, eyeball moss, talking EVERYTHING (caterpillars, walls, hands, door knockers), biting monsters on a stick–endless fascinations for an 6-year old brain! And I don’t even know what to say about the basketball team of detachable fraggle parts. WTF?

Questions:

– Was this your first conscious attraction to an adult male or a pretty girl?

– Did the Bog of Eternal Stench remind you of your dog’s butthole? Thoughts?

– Did you ever get those shoes? I have both! Jennifer’s loafers and David’s boots–are you jealous?

This was one of my favorites as a child. Right there next to Legend, which was clearly a bit scarier for me at the time. That Jim Henson–he really made a lasting impact, and I fear that may be why I [sadly] dance like a Fraggle to this day. No links to that yet. Hopefully never.

Bad Girls My @$$

An initial response after my first exposure to the Oxygen TV series “Bad Girls”:

[begin incensed tirade]
I don’t have cable or satellite TV, so I’m cut off from the world a bit. I read global & local news, keep myself generally informed about film & emtertainment, even watch a Funny or Die clip when I’m so inclined. However, last night I attended a small family celebration where I sat through 30 minutes of cable-borne disbelief & revulsion.

Never in my life have I seen anything so disgusting and degrading to women as the show “Bad Girls” (mind you, I’ve not purchased a Girls Gone Wild video either, so perhaps there is something worse? I doubt it could be worse than BG, but I’m not buying that to confirm). Yes, last night my little brother put it on TV to enlighten my ignorance on the ways of the world, and OMG–I don’t know how the FCC permits it.

These female humans–for neither the cast NOR the catty hosts qualify as ‘women’ insofar as they are shown on film for this “show”–embody NONE of the solemn dignity of womanhood, the proud strength of feminism, the enduring grace of black & minority Americana, and just in general show no basic human decency.

This show, my friends, is an affront to everything our predecessors–male female, black white brown yellow, native born or FOB–have fought for. This “show” is a disgrace to America, to women & men, to blacks and whites, to anyone with a working brain & moral compass. It is vile, putrid filth and it will corrupt the minds of children and/or young people who watch it. And this isn’t coming from the Christian Coalition–this is just an average American who dipped her toe into the stream of cable programming for a fraction of a day.

Therefore, I urge everyone alive and breathing, not to watch this debacle of a show, and insofar as possible to urge those you care for also not to watch it. In fact, even it it’s someone you don’t care for–if it’s someone you HATE to the bone–even then, pressure them against watching it, because it isn’t even something your worst enemy should be subject to.

Whew. Ok, I’m done.
[/tirade]

Be Worthy

After having a mini epiphany upon reading Jeffrey Eugenides’ Advice to Young Writers, I turned to my secret heart, to what compels me most lately: OTEP. Most people don’t like them, I think. Don’t like her. I love her music. Not all the songs, but many.

Fierce. Rabid. Gnashing. GRRR! And she reminds me that I have to honor what’s at my core. I have to honor the fact that I AM a human, a woman, a descendant of thousands before me. Perhaps better, perhaps worse. But what I take from it, for better or worse, is that I must strive to be better. To honor the women I follow. To be worthy of the title, Woman.

We’ve settled. I’ve settled. But no more. A fire was lit within me a little over a month ago–I dont know what it was–but it will not die. I will die, barren, with none to carry the genetic print I am, and that’s fine; we have many women in my family overall, and they carry the torch proudly. I honor that now.

But for me, I want to go out, blazing, on my own terms. I want to conquer The Fear, or at the very least run with it for as long as I can keep up. Don’t we all?

Points of confusion (Part 1)

There are several points of confusion in my mind that I’ve been laboring over for nearly a lifetime. Things that were stated as truisms when I was very young, but which still are not clear to me now, even as an adult.

It’s a shame I never asked these questions before now, but there’s no time like the present:

Was I a mistake, an accident? (In reference to child bearing)

Well, whether or not they got married, set up a nursery and painted it, bought a cradle and diapers in anticipation of the very prospect of getting pregnant, I don’t see why it matters. You’re pretty lucky you were even conceived in light of the trickiness of ovulation. So if they didn’t mean to have you, they did mean to have sex that night, so… Deal with it. And marriage? Let’s not even go there.

Film Fanatic: Anna Karenina

For shame! I saw a film and had not yet read the book!

But when you put Tom Stoppard and Joe Wright together, who can wait the extra 12 hours it’ll take to get through the pendulous genius of Tolstoy?!

This was magnificent. I was disappointed by not one cast member, and I went home hoping to be reborn into 19th century Russia, just to have a chance at one of those dashing blokes!

The film of course centers less on the philosophical, ecumenical, and economical concerns that I am told the book does, but it reaches our human fallibility directly. And how!

All the stars in the 8 pm sky to Keira, Jude, Joe, Tom, and all the rest of this riveting production!