An ugly win trumps a beautiful loss, and a record of 8-1 does a lot to erase any doubts about a team's performance. Having said that, my beloved Seattle Seahawks seem to be registering ugly victories in games where they should be obliterating their opponents. Am I worried? Nope.
This team knows how to win. There are flaws, but that's true of any team in any sport. There are a lot of good teams out there, and anything can happen in the NFL, but this is the best Seattle team I have ever had the privilege of pulling for. I'm still thinking big in 2013, and I think this team is going to improve. Percy Harvin hasn't even hit the field yet, and key members of the O-line who have been injured will return to action soon.
Mark my words: if the Seahawks can nail down the best record in the NFC and make their competition come to Seattle in the playoffs, we're in business. Right now, the team sits atop the NFC, and though I would have liked it if they had dished out a few 50-burgers in recent weeks, I'll take the wins. It doesn't matter how ugly they are, they count, and there has never been a better team to root for the Seahawks.
Oh shit, son! You have just entered another dimension, a dimension not only of text and pictures, but of madness. You have embarked on a journey into a lunatic's mind. Check your sanity at the door--you're in the Land of Way!
Monday, November 4, 2013
Ugly Wins
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Tuesday, October 22, 2013
The Walking Dead: Season 4, Episode 2 (Infected)
WARNING: This is as much of a RECAP as it is a REVIEW, so here there be SPOILERS! You have been warned.
I've been very hard on The Walking Dead at times, but only because I thought the show was truly top-notch during the first two seasons and I positively treasure the source material. Season 3 was lackluster, and the Season 4 premiere was good but not great. With that in mind, I'm glad I get to rave about it again, because I thought this week's episode was a fantastic outing that really boosted my expectations for Season 4. There was suspense, terror, action, and drama, and most importantly, Rick started acting like Rick again. Praise Jesus! I know the dude has been through a lot, but he is the centerpiece of the program, and the show faltered when he lost his way.
Early on, we learn that someone is feeding the zombies surrounding the prison rats, and that's definitely not cool. We get a tender moment with Tyreese and his girl. Tyreese serenades her with Cole Porter's "I've Got You Under My Skin" but that isn't good enough to get her to spend the night with him. She departs, unknowingly leading zombie Patrick (the kid who died in the shower at the end of the premiere last week) back to her cell block. We think he's going to make a meal out of her, but he hears a sound and eats this dude in a nearby cell instead. This was gory, and gory is good.
Early the next morning, Michonne is getting ready to go out again and Rick and Carl are getting ready to do some farming. Carl wants his gun back, Rick changes the subject. Then we hear gunshots and the shit really hits the fan. Michonne turns back and has some difficulty getting back in the prison. She winds up twisting her ankle, but Carl snags a rifle and he and Maggie come to the rescue.
Meanwhile, it's an ugly scene in the prison. Rick and Daryl lead the charge, taking down walkers and trying to herd survivors to safety. There's a tough scene with Carol and this dude with two young daughters who was bitten during the attack. He asks Carol to take care of his daughters and she agrees. The oldest of the two girls says they should be the ones to finish their father off after he passes, but she can't do it so Carol scrambles dude's brains with a knife. That's motherhood in the land of The Walking Dead. There's another tough scene where Rick and Daryl go around finishing off anyone who is set to turn. It's not an easy job, but someone has to do it.
Rick, Daryl, Hershel, Bob, and some new doc discuss what's going on and decide that everyone who was in the cell block needs to be quarantined. After examining Patrick's corpse, they believe they're dealing with a deadly flu strain and they don't want it to spread. Tyrees'es girl is coughing, which worries the team. They advise her to go with the others who are being quarantined (on death row, no less) and she mentions that David has been coughing too. So they both get to be quarantined. Tough times at the prison. Carol and the girls have a little chat by the fence, with Carol basically telling the older daughter she has to toughen up or she's not going to make it. The older girl doesn't seem too receptive, mostly because she's upset that a walker named "Nick" has been killed. She says he was "special" and we have to wonder if she was the one who was feeding the walkers. Maybe she's just batshit crazy. Time will tell.
Shortly thereafter, Rick is digging a grave when Daryl thanks him for helping out. Rick says he wasn't that helpful without his gun. Daryl disagrees. "When the shit hits, you're standing there with the shovel," he says. That's when Maggie hits the scene, screaming that the walkers are taking down the fence. Sure enough, a growing cluster of walkers is threatening to bring the fence down. Sasha spies a pile of rats on the ground and realizes that someone has been feeding the walkers at this spot, but there's little time to dwell on that. The fence is coming down. Rick tells Daryl to go get the truck.
Back in the prison, there's a tender scene with Beth and Michonne. Beth asks Michonne to hold baby Judith, and Michonne says "No!" in a sharp tone, yet she relents and takes the crying baby. She begins to cry too, and though it's never stated, we sense that Michonne was once a mother.
Back at the fence, Rick and Daryl come up behind the cluster of walkers in the truck. Rick has all the piglets from his little farm. He takes one, slices it open, and tosses it to the ground. Walkers converge on the fallen pig. They repeat this a couple of times, and here's another tough job for Rick and Daryl. Andrew Lincoln was off the charts in this scene. While Rick and Daryl draw the walkers away, Glenn and Sasha use beams to reinforce the fence.
We get a scene with Carol and Carl, where she asks him again not to tell his dad about the knife-fighting lessons she's giving the kids during story time. We get a scene with Carol and the girls she has taken under her wing, Lizzie and Mika. Carol tells Lizzie, the older of the two, that she's not upset about this walker named Nick, she's really upset about her father. Carol puts a flower in Lizzie's hair and gives the girl a knife for protection. This was kind of creepy. That girl doesn't need a knife, she needs help. Maybe she'll get it now that Carol is going to be taking care of her, but I've got a bad feeling about that girl.
Carl tells his dad about Carol's knife-fighting class, but encourages his dad not to tell the parents or prevent Carol from continuing with the lessons. Rick agrees and gives Carl his gun back. He also puts his gun back on, and that's when we really start to believe that Rick's back. I guess he needed his little break--it was well-deserved, but it lasted too long and the show really lost some serious momentum as Rick grappled with his situation. The group needs a leader and the show needs a stronger Rick at the forefront, so this is good news all around.
Tyreese is going to visit his girl in quarantine, but all he finds is a trail of blood. He follows it outside and finds the remains of both his girl and David. They have been burnt to death. Zombies don't kill people like that, so we've got more trouble at the prison. That's how the episode ends, and as you can tell, a lot transpired in Infected.
It was a strong episode, and it differently raises a number of interesting questions. It also seems to place Rick back in the driver's seat where he belongs, and that prison is starting to feel more and more like a deathtrap. For the first time in a while, I'm really excited to see where all of this going. Maybe I'm overselling, but when you consider the horror and action that we saw in this episode, as well as the drama and character development, I think the end result was a really good episode that generated a lot of intrigue. The season premiere was pretty good, the second episode was really good, and I'm eager to see what next week's show will bring.
I've been very hard on The Walking Dead at times, but only because I thought the show was truly top-notch during the first two seasons and I positively treasure the source material. Season 3 was lackluster, and the Season 4 premiere was good but not great. With that in mind, I'm glad I get to rave about it again, because I thought this week's episode was a fantastic outing that really boosted my expectations for Season 4. There was suspense, terror, action, and drama, and most importantly, Rick started acting like Rick again. Praise Jesus! I know the dude has been through a lot, but he is the centerpiece of the program, and the show faltered when he lost his way.
Early on, we learn that someone is feeding the zombies surrounding the prison rats, and that's definitely not cool. We get a tender moment with Tyreese and his girl. Tyreese serenades her with Cole Porter's "I've Got You Under My Skin" but that isn't good enough to get her to spend the night with him. She departs, unknowingly leading zombie Patrick (the kid who died in the shower at the end of the premiere last week) back to her cell block. We think he's going to make a meal out of her, but he hears a sound and eats this dude in a nearby cell instead. This was gory, and gory is good.
Early the next morning, Michonne is getting ready to go out again and Rick and Carl are getting ready to do some farming. Carl wants his gun back, Rick changes the subject. Then we hear gunshots and the shit really hits the fan. Michonne turns back and has some difficulty getting back in the prison. She winds up twisting her ankle, but Carl snags a rifle and he and Maggie come to the rescue.
Meanwhile, it's an ugly scene in the prison. Rick and Daryl lead the charge, taking down walkers and trying to herd survivors to safety. There's a tough scene with Carol and this dude with two young daughters who was bitten during the attack. He asks Carol to take care of his daughters and she agrees. The oldest of the two girls says they should be the ones to finish their father off after he passes, but she can't do it so Carol scrambles dude's brains with a knife. That's motherhood in the land of The Walking Dead. There's another tough scene where Rick and Daryl go around finishing off anyone who is set to turn. It's not an easy job, but someone has to do it.
Rick, Daryl, Hershel, Bob, and some new doc discuss what's going on and decide that everyone who was in the cell block needs to be quarantined. After examining Patrick's corpse, they believe they're dealing with a deadly flu strain and they don't want it to spread. Tyrees'es girl is coughing, which worries the team. They advise her to go with the others who are being quarantined (on death row, no less) and she mentions that David has been coughing too. So they both get to be quarantined. Tough times at the prison. Carol and the girls have a little chat by the fence, with Carol basically telling the older daughter she has to toughen up or she's not going to make it. The older girl doesn't seem too receptive, mostly because she's upset that a walker named "Nick" has been killed. She says he was "special" and we have to wonder if she was the one who was feeding the walkers. Maybe she's just batshit crazy. Time will tell.
Shortly thereafter, Rick is digging a grave when Daryl thanks him for helping out. Rick says he wasn't that helpful without his gun. Daryl disagrees. "When the shit hits, you're standing there with the shovel," he says. That's when Maggie hits the scene, screaming that the walkers are taking down the fence. Sure enough, a growing cluster of walkers is threatening to bring the fence down. Sasha spies a pile of rats on the ground and realizes that someone has been feeding the walkers at this spot, but there's little time to dwell on that. The fence is coming down. Rick tells Daryl to go get the truck.
Back in the prison, there's a tender scene with Beth and Michonne. Beth asks Michonne to hold baby Judith, and Michonne says "No!" in a sharp tone, yet she relents and takes the crying baby. She begins to cry too, and though it's never stated, we sense that Michonne was once a mother.
Back at the fence, Rick and Daryl come up behind the cluster of walkers in the truck. Rick has all the piglets from his little farm. He takes one, slices it open, and tosses it to the ground. Walkers converge on the fallen pig. They repeat this a couple of times, and here's another tough job for Rick and Daryl. Andrew Lincoln was off the charts in this scene. While Rick and Daryl draw the walkers away, Glenn and Sasha use beams to reinforce the fence.
We get a scene with Carol and Carl, where she asks him again not to tell his dad about the knife-fighting lessons she's giving the kids during story time. We get a scene with Carol and the girls she has taken under her wing, Lizzie and Mika. Carol tells Lizzie, the older of the two, that she's not upset about this walker named Nick, she's really upset about her father. Carol puts a flower in Lizzie's hair and gives the girl a knife for protection. This was kind of creepy. That girl doesn't need a knife, she needs help. Maybe she'll get it now that Carol is going to be taking care of her, but I've got a bad feeling about that girl.
Carl tells his dad about Carol's knife-fighting class, but encourages his dad not to tell the parents or prevent Carol from continuing with the lessons. Rick agrees and gives Carl his gun back. He also puts his gun back on, and that's when we really start to believe that Rick's back. I guess he needed his little break--it was well-deserved, but it lasted too long and the show really lost some serious momentum as Rick grappled with his situation. The group needs a leader and the show needs a stronger Rick at the forefront, so this is good news all around.
Tyreese is going to visit his girl in quarantine, but all he finds is a trail of blood. He follows it outside and finds the remains of both his girl and David. They have been burnt to death. Zombies don't kill people like that, so we've got more trouble at the prison. That's how the episode ends, and as you can tell, a lot transpired in Infected.
It was a strong episode, and it differently raises a number of interesting questions. It also seems to place Rick back in the driver's seat where he belongs, and that prison is starting to feel more and more like a deathtrap. For the first time in a while, I'm really excited to see where all of this going. Maybe I'm overselling, but when you consider the horror and action that we saw in this episode, as well as the drama and character development, I think the end result was a really good episode that generated a lot of intrigue. The season premiere was pretty good, the second episode was really good, and I'm eager to see what next week's show will bring.
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Monday, October 14, 2013
The Walking Dead: Season 4, Episode 1 (30 Days Without An Accident)
Warning: this is as much of a recap as it is a review, so here there be SPOILERS. You have been warned.
The new season of The Walking Dead kicked off last night with a nifty pilot. Before I get too excited, I'm going to remind myself that Season 3 also got off to a great start and did a wonderful job of building toward a truly lackluster finale that made the entire season seem like a grand waste of time. Yet there was a lot of promise on display in 30 Days Without An Accident, and there's too much talent involved in this show for another botched season, right? I think so, though it should be noted that while this was a nice pilot, it didn't have the same magic as the material in the first two seasons. Maybe I still miss Shane, but I've lamented enough. Let's recap, folks!
So, the opening served to show us that things are honky-dory at the prison. Rick's a farmer, the new guests dig Daryl (seriously, who doesn't?--although I can't be the only one wondering how he has managed to stash a stylist away somewhere during the zombie apocalypse), and Beth Greene has a boyfriend! Unfortunately, said boyfriend's introduction had me thinking he wasn't going to make it long and he didn't even survive the pilot. Some members of the group were gearing up for a supply run and Glenn didn't want Maggie to go. It's good to know that the Glen/Maggie soap opera is still in full-swing.
Michonne hit the scene on horseback, bearing comics for Carl and a razor for Rick, who doesn't need a shave any more than I do. Michonne notes that she didn't find "him" and I imagine that the "him" she's referring to is the lame-ass AMC Governor (who would last about ten seconds in a fight with the comic book version of his character) who will definitely show up at some point this season. Anyway, Rick heads out to check some traps and Michonne joins up with the group going out for supplies so she can hang with Daryl. I assume that everyone who signed up for that gig really just wanted to hang with Daryl.
In the woods, Rick meets a creepy girl that we instantly recognize as a threat while checking the traps. She tells him some sob story about bringing food back to her husband (this sob story raises obvious questions Rick doesn't bother to ask) and asks if he has a group nearby. He admits that he does and she asks if she and her man could join up. Rick says that she'll have take him to the dude and he'll ask them three questions (kind of like the guy on the bridge in Monty Python and the Holy Grail) to determine whether or not they're in.
The group looking for supplies hits up some kind of superstore. Glenn is among their ranks, and we realize he didn't want Maggie along because she may be pregnant. This new guy on the show, Bob, a former medic who has recently joined the camp, stops to salivate over some booze. He picks up a bottle, nearly takes it, and then slams it back down. He does this with enough force to topple the entire shelving unit, which pins him to the ground. Bob's worth to the group is obviously debatable. Zombies that are chilling on the rooftop along with a crashed helicopter hear the shelving unit collapse and make their way toward the center of the roof, which is apparently made of paper mache. Within seconds, it's raining walkers in the superstore and we finally get an action scene.
While the supply run group battle the undead, Rick and the creepy lady continue their trek through the woods. They talk as they go, and nothing she says makes her seem less creepy or more trustworthy. This is a situation Shane would have done a much better job with, but I digress. The supply run group wins the battle, but Beth Greene's boyfriend Bob doesn't make it. I'm guessing that no one else liked the dude, because no one bothered to put him out of his misery while he suffered a pretty brutal demise. Anyway, this was a gruesome action scene that was pretty damn exciting, though I didn't like seeing two chicks slice up walkers with swords. That's Michonne's bag.
Creepy girl finally leads Rick to her campsite and promptly tries to kill him. Her husband (what's left of him, at least) has been reduced to the contents of a sack that moves and she reveals that she was going to feed Rick to him before stabbing herself. As she's dying, she asks Rick what the 3 questions were. They were: How many walkers have you killed? How many people have you killed? Why?
Rick makes his way back to the prison. So do the people who went on the supply run. As the episode winds down, we see Michonne studying a map, focusing on Macon. Maybe that's where the lame-ass AMC Governor is. Rick and Hershel talk about the creepy girl and her woeful demise. Daryl and Beth share an awkward hug that would probably make Carol jealous. Newcomer Patrick, a goofy teen, stumbles into the shower and collapses. The camera pans around a bit and then returns to this unlucky fellow, who has died and re-awakened as a walker.
That's how the pilot ends. All things considered, it was entertaining, and there are definitely some new wrinkles. I liked the action and gore and it will be interesting to see where all of the new developments lead. I'm really tired of Rick being a dope, but that's apparently his character now. I don't think the quality of the program is on par with the first two seasons, and it has always been vastly inferior to the comic series, but this could be a strong season. Surely it will be better than Season 3, and truth be told, we're only one week in. Maybe AMC will really dazzle me and Season 4 will wind up being just as compelling as either of the first two seasons.
Agree? Disagree? Don't be afraid to chime in.
The new season of The Walking Dead kicked off last night with a nifty pilot. Before I get too excited, I'm going to remind myself that Season 3 also got off to a great start and did a wonderful job of building toward a truly lackluster finale that made the entire season seem like a grand waste of time. Yet there was a lot of promise on display in 30 Days Without An Accident, and there's too much talent involved in this show for another botched season, right? I think so, though it should be noted that while this was a nice pilot, it didn't have the same magic as the material in the first two seasons. Maybe I still miss Shane, but I've lamented enough. Let's recap, folks!
So, the opening served to show us that things are honky-dory at the prison. Rick's a farmer, the new guests dig Daryl (seriously, who doesn't?--although I can't be the only one wondering how he has managed to stash a stylist away somewhere during the zombie apocalypse), and Beth Greene has a boyfriend! Unfortunately, said boyfriend's introduction had me thinking he wasn't going to make it long and he didn't even survive the pilot. Some members of the group were gearing up for a supply run and Glenn didn't want Maggie to go. It's good to know that the Glen/Maggie soap opera is still in full-swing.
Michonne hit the scene on horseback, bearing comics for Carl and a razor for Rick, who doesn't need a shave any more than I do. Michonne notes that she didn't find "him" and I imagine that the "him" she's referring to is the lame-ass AMC Governor (who would last about ten seconds in a fight with the comic book version of his character) who will definitely show up at some point this season. Anyway, Rick heads out to check some traps and Michonne joins up with the group going out for supplies so she can hang with Daryl. I assume that everyone who signed up for that gig really just wanted to hang with Daryl.
In the woods, Rick meets a creepy girl that we instantly recognize as a threat while checking the traps. She tells him some sob story about bringing food back to her husband (this sob story raises obvious questions Rick doesn't bother to ask) and asks if he has a group nearby. He admits that he does and she asks if she and her man could join up. Rick says that she'll have take him to the dude and he'll ask them three questions (kind of like the guy on the bridge in Monty Python and the Holy Grail) to determine whether or not they're in.
The group looking for supplies hits up some kind of superstore. Glenn is among their ranks, and we realize he didn't want Maggie along because she may be pregnant. This new guy on the show, Bob, a former medic who has recently joined the camp, stops to salivate over some booze. He picks up a bottle, nearly takes it, and then slams it back down. He does this with enough force to topple the entire shelving unit, which pins him to the ground. Bob's worth to the group is obviously debatable. Zombies that are chilling on the rooftop along with a crashed helicopter hear the shelving unit collapse and make their way toward the center of the roof, which is apparently made of paper mache. Within seconds, it's raining walkers in the superstore and we finally get an action scene.
While the supply run group battle the undead, Rick and the creepy lady continue their trek through the woods. They talk as they go, and nothing she says makes her seem less creepy or more trustworthy. This is a situation Shane would have done a much better job with, but I digress. The supply run group wins the battle, but Beth Greene's boyfriend Bob doesn't make it. I'm guessing that no one else liked the dude, because no one bothered to put him out of his misery while he suffered a pretty brutal demise. Anyway, this was a gruesome action scene that was pretty damn exciting, though I didn't like seeing two chicks slice up walkers with swords. That's Michonne's bag.
Creepy girl finally leads Rick to her campsite and promptly tries to kill him. Her husband (what's left of him, at least) has been reduced to the contents of a sack that moves and she reveals that she was going to feed Rick to him before stabbing herself. As she's dying, she asks Rick what the 3 questions were. They were: How many walkers have you killed? How many people have you killed? Why?
Rick makes his way back to the prison. So do the people who went on the supply run. As the episode winds down, we see Michonne studying a map, focusing on Macon. Maybe that's where the lame-ass AMC Governor is. Rick and Hershel talk about the creepy girl and her woeful demise. Daryl and Beth share an awkward hug that would probably make Carol jealous. Newcomer Patrick, a goofy teen, stumbles into the shower and collapses. The camera pans around a bit and then returns to this unlucky fellow, who has died and re-awakened as a walker.
That's how the pilot ends. All things considered, it was entertaining, and there are definitely some new wrinkles. I liked the action and gore and it will be interesting to see where all of the new developments lead. I'm really tired of Rick being a dope, but that's apparently his character now. I don't think the quality of the program is on par with the first two seasons, and it has always been vastly inferior to the comic series, but this could be a strong season. Surely it will be better than Season 3, and truth be told, we're only one week in. Maybe AMC will really dazzle me and Season 4 will wind up being just as compelling as either of the first two seasons.
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Friday, September 13, 2013
Ranking the Friday the 13th Films
For me, this means any film featuring my man Jason Voorhees. I'm a lifelong fan of the horror genre, and the Friday the 13th series is one of my personal favorites. I've always had a soft spot for these gems, maybe because I grew up in the sticks and camping has always been something that I enjoy. I definitely think Jason is better than Freddy, and though I may ultimately favor the Phantasm series, sample size is definitely a win for the Friday the 13th camp. Anyway, here's how I would rank the movies:
1) Freddy vs. Jason (2003) - In my humble opinion, it's easily the most entertaining entry for either of these beloved franchises. Seeing Jason play the hero in the closing reel is pretty epic as well, and that throwdown rocks!
2) Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981) - Brutal stuff. It opens with the lead from the first one biting the dust and never lets up. It's short, scary, and one of my favorite slasher films from the '80s--the decade of the slasher flick.
3) Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (1988) - Some think this is a cheesy affair, and maybe they're right, but it's also kooky and creepy. I dig it.
4) Friday the 13th Part 3 (1982) - This one is definitely cheesy, but it's also a solid entry that I really enjoy. Love the disco version of the theme song!!!!
5) Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (1986) - Cheesy again, but also damn entertaining. Thom Mathews from Return of the Living Dead shines as the hero, and this probably has the best opening scene in the series. I'm also a big fan of the conclusion.
6) Jason X (2001) - Sorry, I love it. Great kills, cool story, utterly ridiculous. Sounds like a good time, right?
7) Friday the 13th (1980) - I have to give the original some love. This is where it all began, and it's one of the most sincere and unique efforts in the series.
8) Jason Goes to Hell (1993) - This one is a lot of fun and it has some nice effects. Some of my friends might put it at the top of their list.
9) Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter (1984) - I should probably rank this one a bit higher; it is a really good entry, and I'm very fond of it. These lists are never easy to put together because of choices like this.
10) Friday the 13th (2009 - reboot) - I actually like it, but it doesn't quite fit and it obviously didn't rejuvenate the franchise like they had hoped. Dude throwing down with Jason at the end doesn't quite work for me either, and the archery shit is dumb. That aside, there are some solid kills, and the prick ranks among the best pricks in the series. That has to count for something, right? The opening is intense as hell, but it stumbles a lot after that.
11) Friday the 13th: A New Beginning (1985) - It's hard for me to include this one. It's not that good, and it doesn't feel like it belongs at all. Truthfully, I like it much more now than I did then, but I still don't like it.
12) Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989) - Pure shit. Maybe the worst ending of any horror film in the history of horror films. Jason should have killed the writer and the director instead.
1) Freddy vs. Jason (2003) - In my humble opinion, it's easily the most entertaining entry for either of these beloved franchises. Seeing Jason play the hero in the closing reel is pretty epic as well, and that throwdown rocks!
2) Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981) - Brutal stuff. It opens with the lead from the first one biting the dust and never lets up. It's short, scary, and one of my favorite slasher films from the '80s--the decade of the slasher flick.
3) Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (1988) - Some think this is a cheesy affair, and maybe they're right, but it's also kooky and creepy. I dig it.
4) Friday the 13th Part 3 (1982) - This one is definitely cheesy, but it's also a solid entry that I really enjoy. Love the disco version of the theme song!!!!
5) Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (1986) - Cheesy again, but also damn entertaining. Thom Mathews from Return of the Living Dead shines as the hero, and this probably has the best opening scene in the series. I'm also a big fan of the conclusion.
6) Jason X (2001) - Sorry, I love it. Great kills, cool story, utterly ridiculous. Sounds like a good time, right?
7) Friday the 13th (1980) - I have to give the original some love. This is where it all began, and it's one of the most sincere and unique efforts in the series.
8) Jason Goes to Hell (1993) - This one is a lot of fun and it has some nice effects. Some of my friends might put it at the top of their list.
9) Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter (1984) - I should probably rank this one a bit higher; it is a really good entry, and I'm very fond of it. These lists are never easy to put together because of choices like this.
10) Friday the 13th (2009 - reboot) - I actually like it, but it doesn't quite fit and it obviously didn't rejuvenate the franchise like they had hoped. Dude throwing down with Jason at the end doesn't quite work for me either, and the archery shit is dumb. That aside, there are some solid kills, and the prick ranks among the best pricks in the series. That has to count for something, right? The opening is intense as hell, but it stumbles a lot after that.
11) Friday the 13th: A New Beginning (1985) - It's hard for me to include this one. It's not that good, and it doesn't feel like it belongs at all. Truthfully, I like it much more now than I did then, but I still don't like it.
12) Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989) - Pure shit. Maybe the worst ending of any horror film in the history of horror films. Jason should have killed the writer and the director instead.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Top 5 Elmore Leonard Books
I recently had the privilege of doing a Top 5 for the late Elmore Leonard, a man whose work I positively cherish. I want to thank the cool people over at RVA Magazine for running it, and I encourage you to check it out:
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Monday, September 9, 2013
Laughter: The Key to Enjoying a Massacre
Here are my tweets chronicling this woeful Monday Night Football game:
8:42 - Philly's guys are going to have full stat lines at the half. Washington's guys are going to have bruises.
8:45 - This isn't even fair. I feel like I'm watching Shaq go one-on-one with Ryan Seacrest.
9:00 - Pop Quiz: Who is a better quarterback? Tonight's version of RG3 or Peter Dante as Gee Grenouille in The Waterboy?
9:15 - If you're a 'Skins fan, look on the bright side: your team still has the ugliest uniforms ever. That has to count for something.
9:30 - Philly has transitioned to their "We feel bad for the other team" defense.
If you want to follow me on Twitter, I'm @jimmybdamned. I have a feeling you're not going to take me up on that if you're a Washington fan, but I live in Southside VA. I know enough Redksins fans.
8:42 - Philly's guys are going to have full stat lines at the half. Washington's guys are going to have bruises.
8:45 - This isn't even fair. I feel like I'm watching Shaq go one-on-one with Ryan Seacrest.
9:00 - Pop Quiz: Who is a better quarterback? Tonight's version of RG3 or Peter Dante as Gee Grenouille in The Waterboy?
9:15 - If you're a 'Skins fan, look on the bright side: your team still has the ugliest uniforms ever. That has to count for something.
9:30 - Philly has transitioned to their "We feel bad for the other team" defense.
If you want to follow me on Twitter, I'm @jimmybdamned. I have a feeling you're not going to take me up on that if you're a Washington fan, but I live in Southside VA. I know enough Redksins fans.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Week 1 Win
It was ugly. It was hot and humid. Yet it was a win, and ugly wins are just as good as masterpieces in the NFL. Kris and I were on hand to watch Seattle beat the Panthers 12 - 7 today, and we had a blast. I knew the Panthers were tough, and playing at 1 p.m. on the East Coast is kind of like rolling the Seahawks out of bed at 10 a.m. to play some ball, but they got the job done.
I didn't expect Carolina to be able to shut down the run like they did, holding Marshawn Lynch to less than 50 yards on the ground. I was also a bit worried as the offense was able to move the ball in spurts without getting into the end zone until the 4th quarter. As with any game where a single score results in a lead change, it was an intense affair, and despite the baseball score it was a good game to watch.
In the end, Russell Wilson got it done, posting a regular season high of 320 yards and hitting 8 different receivers in the process. That kid is special, and the future is bright for Seattle fans. I'm glad I have a wife who loves the NFL (and the Seahawks) as much as I do, and I'm glad the team was able to give us a win in Charlotte today.
Go Hawks!
I didn't expect Carolina to be able to shut down the run like they did, holding Marshawn Lynch to less than 50 yards on the ground. I was also a bit worried as the offense was able to move the ball in spurts without getting into the end zone until the 4th quarter. As with any game where a single score results in a lead change, it was an intense affair, and despite the baseball score it was a good game to watch.
In the end, Russell Wilson got it done, posting a regular season high of 320 yards and hitting 8 different receivers in the process. That kid is special, and the future is bright for Seattle fans. I'm glad I have a wife who loves the NFL (and the Seahawks) as much as I do, and I'm glad the team was able to give us a win in Charlotte today.
Go Hawks!
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Fantasy Football Squad
I definitely made some strange picks this year, but I'm feeling my squad. We do Team
QBs and the QB position and the Defense/Special Teams score more points
than in many leagues. We're also a PPR league, and there are 12 clubs.
I picked at the 5 spot and here's what I landed:
Team QB - Detroit
RB - Steven Jackson
WR - Danny Amendola
WR - Antonio Brown
TE - Greg Olsen
Flex (RB, WR, or TE) - C.J. Spiller
Def/Special Teams - Seattle
K - Blair Walsh
Bench:
James Jones
Justin Blackmon
Daryl Richardson
Sidney Rice
Isaiah Pead
Brandon Pettigrew
KC TQB
I definitely wagered on what I expect in 2013, and I'm eager to see if I can cash in. The Lions will still be the Lions, but they'll sling it around, and I love my depth at RB. I'm really big on Jackson in Atlanta, I love Spiller, and both should finish the season with a lot of receptions. Additionally, I know Jeff Fisher is going to run the ball in St. Louis, it's just a matter of where the carries go. If my WRs stay healthy, I'm looking really good on the PPR end of the spectrum, and I have the best defense out there. I'm solid at TE, and I guess that sums it up.
That's my take, anyway.
Team QB - Detroit
RB - Steven Jackson
WR - Danny Amendola
WR - Antonio Brown
TE - Greg Olsen
Flex (RB, WR, or TE) - C.J. Spiller
Def/Special Teams - Seattle
K - Blair Walsh
Bench:
James Jones
Justin Blackmon
Daryl Richardson
Sidney Rice
Isaiah Pead
Brandon Pettigrew
KC TQB
I definitely wagered on what I expect in 2013, and I'm eager to see if I can cash in. The Lions will still be the Lions, but they'll sling it around, and I love my depth at RB. I'm really big on Jackson in Atlanta, I love Spiller, and both should finish the season with a lot of receptions. Additionally, I know Jeff Fisher is going to run the ball in St. Louis, it's just a matter of where the carries go. If my WRs stay healthy, I'm looking really good on the PPR end of the spectrum, and I have the best defense out there. I'm solid at TE, and I guess that sums it up.
That's my take, anyway.
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Sunday, September 1, 2013
Notes from Indiana
I spent a few days in Indiana helping a good friend with what will soon be his new home. He recently bought the place and we were just taking a few steps toward making it nice and cozy. Here are a few of the highlights from my grand journey with the great Rudolfo.
-Spending somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 hours in a box truck with Rudy was like combining one of the best history classes ever (topics we covered included early presidents, the Revolution, the Civil War, the Alamo, Custer, and so much more) with the Cannonball Run.
-West Virginia State Trooper interrogation:
Trooper: What are you hauling?
Rudy: Furniture.
Trooper: (suspicious) Furniture? What kind of furniture?
Rudy: Furniture to put in a house. Dressers, nightstands, stuff like that.
Trooper: (eyes narrow) Did you make it?
Rudy: Um, . . . no.
We got off with a warning.
-Those who know me well know that I don't dig heights or working with electricity. So there I was, perched on a ladder, attaching a live wire to Rudy's house.
-A boy from the country operated a chainsaw for the first time. On a roof. While sweating bullets because I was standing on a slope. True story. Man, I dig heights.
-Touring Summitville with Rudy and Tabby in the convertible. Top down? Check. Sunglasses on? Check. Summitville is so very Haddonfield, Illinois, and it's always growing. It doubled in size during our little tour.
-Eating various meals with Rudy's in-laws, Tom and Lois Kilgore. I'm a fan of corn, but fresh corn from Indiana--wow! Also, sugar cream pie. Boom! My response when Lois asked if I would like another slice: "Only a fool would say no to that." Tom and Lois really made me feel at home, both the company and the food were nothing short of fantastic. I can't thank them enough for their hospitality.
-Mowing the grass with "Frankenstein", the riding mower Rudy cobbled together from various sources. I think you could mow bamboo stalks with that beast.
-Bella, the pirate pug. Awesome pet, and one hell of a road dog.
-Indiana is different, and I'm not just saying that because it's flat. I'm not going to throw rocks at my hometown, but I was amazed that there was no litter anywhere along the road. The yards were freshly mowed, and there was no debris anywhere. It was so quaint and it reeked of pride, which are good things, yet it almost felt like an episode of The Twilight Zone at times. The reason why is simple enough: the grass police are on it. Seriously, you might be unloading a box truck and trying to get some furniture in your new house when you get your first warning.
All things considered, it was a neat trip. Good people of Indiana, you're doing a fine job, but stay on top of the grass situation or you'll be next.
-Spending somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 hours in a box truck with Rudy was like combining one of the best history classes ever (topics we covered included early presidents, the Revolution, the Civil War, the Alamo, Custer, and so much more) with the Cannonball Run.
-West Virginia State Trooper interrogation:
Trooper: What are you hauling?
Rudy: Furniture.
Trooper: (suspicious) Furniture? What kind of furniture?
Rudy: Furniture to put in a house. Dressers, nightstands, stuff like that.
Trooper: (eyes narrow) Did you make it?
Rudy: Um, . . . no.
We got off with a warning.
-Those who know me well know that I don't dig heights or working with electricity. So there I was, perched on a ladder, attaching a live wire to Rudy's house.
-A boy from the country operated a chainsaw for the first time. On a roof. While sweating bullets because I was standing on a slope. True story. Man, I dig heights.
-Touring Summitville with Rudy and Tabby in the convertible. Top down? Check. Sunglasses on? Check. Summitville is so very Haddonfield, Illinois, and it's always growing. It doubled in size during our little tour.
-Eating various meals with Rudy's in-laws, Tom and Lois Kilgore. I'm a fan of corn, but fresh corn from Indiana--wow! Also, sugar cream pie. Boom! My response when Lois asked if I would like another slice: "Only a fool would say no to that." Tom and Lois really made me feel at home, both the company and the food were nothing short of fantastic. I can't thank them enough for their hospitality.
-Mowing the grass with "Frankenstein", the riding mower Rudy cobbled together from various sources. I think you could mow bamboo stalks with that beast.
-Bella, the pirate pug. Awesome pet, and one hell of a road dog.
-Indiana is different, and I'm not just saying that because it's flat. I'm not going to throw rocks at my hometown, but I was amazed that there was no litter anywhere along the road. The yards were freshly mowed, and there was no debris anywhere. It was so quaint and it reeked of pride, which are good things, yet it almost felt like an episode of The Twilight Zone at times. The reason why is simple enough: the grass police are on it. Seriously, you might be unloading a box truck and trying to get some furniture in your new house when you get your first warning.
All things considered, it was a neat trip. Good people of Indiana, you're doing a fine job, but stay on top of the grass situation or you'll be next.
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Thursday, August 29, 2013
Welcome to Indiana
Spent something like 12 hours on the road today, barreling down the highway in a box-truck with Rudy Law at the wheel. He drives kind of like Peter Fonda did in Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry. My nerves are shot. Plus, the place we're crashing in is straight out of Haddonfield, Illinois.
It's time to call it a night. I'll post another blog sometime tomorrow if I make it out alive.
It's time to call it a night. I'll post another blog sometime tomorrow if I make it out alive.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Seahawk Fever
I don't know if it has ever been more exciting to be a fan of the Seattle Seahawks. Surely there has never been so much hype surrounding Seattle heading into the season. The Legion of Boom is poised to lay the smack down for one of the best defenses in football. The coach is cool. The running back could plow through a brick wall if he so desired, and the quarterback looks totally legit. Yes, the future is bright. This isn't a team that is built to win now, either--this is a time that is built to win for a while.
The NFL frequently defies expectations, and as with anything, there are no guarantees. Regardless, I can't wait for Week 1. Did I mention that my wife and are I going to be in Charlotte to watch the Panthers get smacked around in 11 days?
My prediction: Seattle has all the tools. I think they'll win their division, and they should definitely make the playoffs. The division crown could go to San Fran, another stellar unit, and I'm not sleeping on any of the teams in the NFC West (remember when they used to call it the NFC Worst?), but this 12th man is stoked.
Go Hawks!
The NFL frequently defies expectations, and as with anything, there are no guarantees. Regardless, I can't wait for Week 1. Did I mention that my wife and are I going to be in Charlotte to watch the Panthers get smacked around in 11 days?
My prediction: Seattle has all the tools. I think they'll win their division, and they should definitely make the playoffs. The division crown could go to San Fran, another stellar unit, and I'm not sleeping on any of the teams in the NFC West (remember when they used to call it the NFC Worst?), but this 12th man is stoked.
Go Hawks!
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Top 5 Sequels
Top 5 Sequels
In this summer of sequels, a title most summers could sport
in this day and age, I thought it would be nice to take a look back at the
finest sequels of all time. One of the
things I noticed when composing this list was that sequels that utilized
elements of the first feature to tell an entirely new story faired better than
those which basically recycled the movies that preceded them. Audiences like to revisit characters and
environments more than they like to revisit plots, so finding a way to tell a
new story is critical to a sequel’s success.
With that in mind, there are several films on this list that rise above
the films that inspired them, movies that somehow bucked the odds and surpassed
their predecessors.
Also, in a bit of a curious note, the 80s have it, at least
so far as sequels are concerned. The
only entry on my list that didn’t come didn’t come from that glorious decade of
obnoxious decadence arrived mere months ahead of schedule in 1979.
Another key attribute of the films that made my Top 5 here:
grand finales. Sequels are routinely
touted for higher body counts and bigger explosions, but a number of my
favorites made sure to end with a massive setpiece, many of which remain among
the most invigorating finishes in motion picture history.
1)
Aliens
(1986)
I imagine there are many people
(myself included) who don’t appreciate Alien
like they should simply because Aliens
was so much better. Now don’t get me
wrong, Alien is a very good horror
film, and perhaps even a great one, but Aliens
is clearly a masterpiece. This is the
finest film in Cameron’s library, and it came at a time when he had scored big
with The Terminator and offered up a
fairly mundane horror film in Piranha II,
so he was still a bit on the fence so far as Hollywood was concerned. In all honesty, calling Piranha II “fairly mundane” is an act of kindness of considerable
magnitude. Regardless, after Aliens there could be no doubt that one
of the most exciting filmmakers of all time had arrived. Whereas Alien
is a claustrophobic exercise in horror, Aliens
is a massive thriller on a grand scale, a major spectacle populated with a host
of memorable characters and packed with innovative setpieces that still pack a
wicked punch. Only Cameron (the youthful
Cameron, the badass Jim Cameron who had yet to drop T2 or The Abyss on us,
not that guy who wound up making Titanic
11 years later) would pit a hardened squad of Space Marines against his
particularly gruesome breed of aliens in a firefight adjacent to a nuclear reactor,
forcing his troops to shoulder their weapons as they are massacred by those
nightmarish beasts that squirm and snarl across the screen. This is followed by a terrific scene with two
so-called face-huggers trying to
impregnate Ripley (Sigourney Weaver in her signature role) and young Newt
(Carrie Henn) in a sealed room where the only sound is the faint scraping
sounds the unsightly creatures make as they scuttle across the floor. That scene is followed by a standoff to end
all standoffs, a valiant effort that gives way in the face of alien
terror. Finally, Ripley makes a daring
plunge into the Alien Queen’s nest, and their epic showdown is a great example
of how to end a film. Combine all this
with wonderful performances from Bill Paxton, Michael Biehn, Lance Henriksen,
and even Paul Reiser sprinkled throughout a plot that never relents, and the
end result is spectacular to say the least.
Aliens is a sequel to judge
all sequels by, a total triumph that may stand as the greatest film of its
genre.
2)
The Road
Warrior (1981)
Mad
Max was a nifty little thrill ride that put star Mel Gibson and director
George Miller on the map, but The Road
Warrior was a true juggernaut that boasts a climax that will probably never
be topped. In yet another example of the
sequel eclipsing its predecessor, The
Road Warrior proved far superior to Mad
Max, and the narrative is so much bigger and the action so much livelier
that it’s hard to compare the two.
Whereas the first entry was a revenge flick, The Road Warrior is a
sadistic vision of a true anti-hero coming to the rescue of a community in
peril. When Max comes upon an encampment
of peaceful survivors who are trying valiantly to protect a stash of fuel, he
also crosses paths with the menacing band of rogues who have surrounded the
weary survivors. While audiences might
expect Max to quickly take a side in this conflict, our rugged hero has no
interest in anyone else’s fight. Despite
the brutal methods of the marauding rogues, Max is intent on avoiding this
conflict altogether until circumstances force him to play the part of the
hero. Once he climbs behind the wheel of
a massive rig equipped for war with the minions of the awful Humungus in hot
pursuit, however, it’s time for one of the biggest finales of all time. As the rig dismantles a horde of motorcycles,
jeeps, trucks, and various other vehicles, we’re treated to the type of
innovation and daring that movies no longer feature. As men leap from one vehicle to another and
bodies hurtle through the air as metal meets metal in an epic race to
destruction, it is important to note that there was no such thing as CGI in
1981. Those are real people in real
machines putting their lives on the line to make a picture. With this sequel, George Miller and Mel
Gibson delivered an action film without parallel and a bleak vision of an
apocalyptic future that still resonates.
The Road Warrior is a landmark
in motion picture history, a powerful collision of art and adrenaline that
remains potent thirty years after its inception.
3)
The Empire
Strikes Back (1980)
This is probably first on a great
many lists, and I do understand that, yet I’m not even positive that it’s the
best Star Wars sequel. Kevin Smith’s opinion aside, I’m tempted to
say that I enjoy Return of the Jedi a
tad more. In fact, if not for Anakin’s
clumsy about-face into darkness, Revenge
of the Sith might present its own challenge, but Empire has quite a legacy and in the end I deferred to this second
film in that line’s storied history. In
truth, Empire certainly has a lot
going for it. The opening on icy planet
Hoth is energetic and captivating, and the mystery and wonder of Dagobah
combined with Yoda, Yoda’s endearing speech impediment, and his strange
tutelage, are equally remarkable.
Harrison Ford steals the show as Han Solo (as usual) while Billy Dee
Williams makes Lando Calrissian one of the series’ most complex
characters. Mark Hamill is much better
as Luke, though his badass turn* in Jedi remains
far superior. The climax features one of
Hollywood’s biggest twists and a grim closing that left many young fans (be sure to include yours truly in their
ranks) quivering in fear as they eagerly awaited resolution that wouldn’t
arrive for another three years. Empire is a stellar science-fiction
outing, a robust space opera that is bristling with excitement and adventure, a
film for all ages, though it is easily one of the darkest family pictures to be
so revered.
4)
Evil Dead 2 (1987)
In essence, Sam Raimi reshaped The Evil Dead here, retelling that story
in a far more whimsical manner in this cult classic that elevated Bruce
Campbell to iconic status and ushered Sam into mainstream filmmaking of the
highest order. This is a delightful
piece, a gory delight that is as funny as it is sinister, a horror film with
comedic overtones that is utterly unique and gleefully absurd. The biggest inspiration for this outrageous
romp seems to be vintage Three Stooges routines and the comical and extremely
violent Looney Tunes cartoon library.
Our main character grows more and more delirious as he contends with
horrors both real and imagined in a haunted cabin deep in the forest. A vicious monstrosity roams this isolated
nightmare and anyone who shows up is apt to start levitating and spewing
horrific gibberish before savagely attacking anyone in sight. Of course these fiends must be dispatched via
bodily dismemberment, but as it turns out Bruce Campbell’s Ash is a natural
when it comes to battling the undead. He
must also contend with his own body as his hand turns on him, leading to one of
the film’s best scenes, a physical comedy routine rooted in horror that never
fails to amuse and disgust. Suffice it
to say that our hero finds himself down one hand when that particular onslaught
draws to a close. Things really spiral
out of control during the big finish, which kicks off with our hero fashioning
a chainsaw onto his freshly-minted stump and squaring off with a dead witch who
rises up from the root cellar. This
quirky spookshow is a real treasure, and despite his big-time success with Spider-Man and other mainstream films
like The Gift and Drag Me to Hell, Evil Dead 2 surely represents Sam Raimi at his ridiculous
best. It doesn’t hurt matters that Bruce
Campbell became one of the most recognizable figures in the horror industry as
a result of his performance here and his subsequent efforts with the
character.
5)
Rocky II
(1979)
I may be alone in thinking this is
a better film than Rocky, but I’m not
alone in treasuring it, and the closing reel is decidedly epic. Rocky’s second fight with champion Apollo
Creed is a magnificent combination of stirring choreography and visionary
direction, providing us with a surreal cinematic experience that is both lurid
and overwhelming. The tension is
unbearable as Rocky struggles to his feet, and the elation is supreme when he
is declared the victor and the music swells as the new champ leaps up in
triumph. Rocky II is an example of storytelling at its best, and Sylvester
Stallone was at his apex in this charming gem.
This is a playful piece and a serious character study, giving us an
entertaining and introspective look at a strong-willed simpleton. This lovable chump who marches to the beat of
a different drum and sacrifices his body in the dogged pursuit of something
meaningful in the beatings he suffers in the ring is one of the industry’s most
popular creations. Stallone benefits
from Talia Shire’s steady presence and Burgess Meredith’s scenery-chewing
embodiment of the grizzled sports vet as the grumpy old trainer who guides
Rocky along the way. Meredith’s Mickey
is almost as likable as the title character, and his untimely death in Rocky III remains the biggest mistake
the makers of this series made, though it certainly isn’t the only one. Carl Weavers is ideal in the role of Rocky’s
rival Apollo Creed, a magnificent champion whose pride is both his greatest
attribute and his ultimate undoing. The
story is actually rather moving though it is a bit melodramatic, with Rocky
fearing that another fight will blind him while Adrian falls into a coma after
exerting herself too much during pregnancy.
Another plot thread finds Mickey growing frustrated with Rocky’s lack of
heart, which itself stems from Adrian’s refusal to endorse his efforts because
of her fear for his sight and anything he else he might sacrifice in the
ring. Of course Adrian will wake up from
the coma, deliver the child, and wish Rocky luck on his way to the ring,
inspiring him to give his all in one of the finest fights ever captured on
film. As I mentioned before, the bout***
that closes this picture out is a glorious presentation ripe with some of the
finest slow motion bits ever and enough suspense to make anyone watching
anxious. This gives way to a fantastic payoff that closes out one of the
cinema’s finest sequels in style, making Rocky
II my favorite film in the series as well as a worthy addition to this
list.
*“I'm taking Captain
Solo and his friends. You can either profit by this or be destroyed. It's your
choice, but I warn you not to underestimate my power.”
**My father swears that when he saw this picture at the
local drive-in theater everyone got out of their cars and jumped around,
pumping their fists and cheering during the big fight. I can believe it. Pop said he didn’t want to get out of his
car, but he had to so that he could see, and then when Rocky won a barrage of
jubilant strangers hugged dad and high-fived him in celebration. He says he rarely felt so foolish, but I
imagine that I would have been cheering too.
Oddly enough, no comic book adaptations made the cut here,
though I strongly pondered including The
Dark Knight, X2, Spider-Man 2,
and even Superman 2.
Other titles considered included:
Star Trek II: The
Wrath of Khan
T2
Indiana Jones and The
Temple of Doom – While researching this piece, I found a lot of commentary
and critiques online, and apparently a lot of people hate this film. I really had no idea. I have always preferred it to Raiders of the Lost Ark, and while I
know that isn’t typical, I honestly didn’t know that people hated this
one. I think it’s absolutely terrific.
Jackass 2
The Mummy Returns
Phantasm IV: Oblivion
28 Weeks Later
Lethal Weapon 2
Magnum Force
Cheech and Chong’s
Next Movie
Young Guns II
Dawn of the Dead
-Originally published by RVA Magazine. They'll be dropping my Top 5 Elmore Leonard list later this week--stay tuned!
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Monday, August 26, 2013
The Really Cool Thing About Washing the Dishes
Fact: there is nothing really cool about washing the dishes. Seriously.
I'm looking at the pile of dishes that I'm about to wash right now, and I have done this before. Many times. Therefore, I think my expectations for this task are realistic, and I don't believe that I'm overlooking any hidden perks. Washing the dishes is not a cool thing to do. Writing a blog about washing dishes is probably even less cool than actually washing them, but it does allow me with a few precious seconds to spend doing something better than actually washing the dishes.
Is it sensible to delay this chore any longer? Is there anything else to say on the matter?
I surrender.
I'm looking at the pile of dishes that I'm about to wash right now, and I have done this before. Many times. Therefore, I think my expectations for this task are realistic, and I don't believe that I'm overlooking any hidden perks. Washing the dishes is not a cool thing to do. Writing a blog about washing dishes is probably even less cool than actually washing them, but it does allow me with a few precious seconds to spend doing something better than actually washing the dishes.
Is it sensible to delay this chore any longer? Is there anything else to say on the matter?
I surrender.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
I really dig instagram. I like taking pictures and I love the assortment of filters instagram provides users with to jazz their pics up. I love dishing out my photos and I love seeing what everyone else has to share. With that in mind, feel free to visit my profile.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Weird Dreams - 8/24/2012 Edition
I'm a deranged horror author, so it should come as no surprise that I have lots of nightmares and weird dreams. There's some strange stuff happening inside my cranium, and sometimes my nocturnal escapades are so bizarre that I feel the need to share them.
So, last night I dreamed that my good friend Dave Scearce (a swell guy and one of the best bassists around) took me to see a comedian perform at a stone amphitheater. The comedian was a figment of my imagination and not an actual comedian, and I can't remember if he was any good or not. Besides, it wasn't important to the dream. Anyway, we were watching this guy perform and I got up to go to the bathroom. Suddenly, I became weightless, and I began to float upward. I reached a height of maybe forty or fifty feet, and then this zero gravity phase of my dream came to an abrupt halt. I plummeted downward, terrified, and slammed into the cruel rock surface that the amphitheater was composed of.
This left me with a mangled arm that was bleeding freely and a deep gash in my head that was bleeding even worse than the mangled arm. Making matters worse, I began vomiting up blood. Lots of blood. Dave was quick to lend a hand, and he rushed me to the hospital. I told him not to call Kristen (my wife) until we saw a doctor because I was hoping that it wasn't that bad and I didn't want to scare her. This while I continued to gush blood from my wounds and puke up lots and lots of blood repeatedly.
Once we got to the hospital, we had to wait a while, but finally the doctor hit the scene. He looked like a normal enough guy, but I knew things had taken a turn for the worse when he introduced himself as Dr. Frankenstein. My misgivings were confirmed when he pulled a gun on me and said, "My prescription: one round to the base of your skull to put you out of your misery."
At that point, I looked to Dave and acknowledged that it was time to call my wife.
Anyone who wants to offer me some meaningful insight into that absurdity is welcome to do so.
So, last night I dreamed that my good friend Dave Scearce (a swell guy and one of the best bassists around) took me to see a comedian perform at a stone amphitheater. The comedian was a figment of my imagination and not an actual comedian, and I can't remember if he was any good or not. Besides, it wasn't important to the dream. Anyway, we were watching this guy perform and I got up to go to the bathroom. Suddenly, I became weightless, and I began to float upward. I reached a height of maybe forty or fifty feet, and then this zero gravity phase of my dream came to an abrupt halt. I plummeted downward, terrified, and slammed into the cruel rock surface that the amphitheater was composed of.
This left me with a mangled arm that was bleeding freely and a deep gash in my head that was bleeding even worse than the mangled arm. Making matters worse, I began vomiting up blood. Lots of blood. Dave was quick to lend a hand, and he rushed me to the hospital. I told him not to call Kristen (my wife) until we saw a doctor because I was hoping that it wasn't that bad and I didn't want to scare her. This while I continued to gush blood from my wounds and puke up lots and lots of blood repeatedly.
Once we got to the hospital, we had to wait a while, but finally the doctor hit the scene. He looked like a normal enough guy, but I knew things had taken a turn for the worse when he introduced himself as Dr. Frankenstein. My misgivings were confirmed when he pulled a gun on me and said, "My prescription: one round to the base of your skull to put you out of your misery."
At that point, I looked to Dave and acknowledged that it was time to call my wife.
. . . . .
Anyone who wants to offer me some meaningful insight into that absurdity is welcome to do so.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Ben as Bats?
For those of you who don't know, Ben Affleck has been cast to play Batman in Zack Snyder's next Superman film, which will apparently pit DC's most iconic heroes against one another. This is drawing a lot of fire from the internet crowd, though some are backing the decision. My initial reaction was to groan, but that's largely due to the fact that the move brought back memories of Daredevil, a film I'm still struggling to forget.
Having said that, many of the problems I have with Daredevil weren't Ben's fault, and even at that point he probably would have been a better choice for Bats than Marvel's horned hero. I think it's fair to say that he has evolved, and currently, he probably has just the look WB was looking for. They've been saying they want an older, wiser Batman, and Affleck is at a stage in his career where I think he fits that bill.
The notion of Batman and Superman throwing down in a major motion picture is pretty epic, though I do worry that this project is being rushed. As long as they have a quality script, I think this movie might just deliver the goods. Daredevil suffered from a lousy script and terrible direction, as well as a pair of awful revisionist takes on Bullseye and the Kingpin. The fight scenes were terrible and there just wasn't a lot to like about the picture aside from a gripping opening and David Keith as Daredevil's pop. I don't think the upcoming Batman vs. Superman throwdown will have those problems; Snyder is a visionary directory who always scores big when it comes to action scenes.
At first, I wasn't sure about Ben as Bats, but as long as there's a good script in the mix, I think this could wind up surprising a lot of people.
Note: The Town is one of the best thrillers to come down the pipe in the last several years, and the more I thought about this, the more Affleck's role in that feature shaped my opinion. I was a big fan of Good Will Hunting once upon a when, and everything Affleck did for Kevin Smith was golden, but it's really The Town that has me thinking he could excel in this part.
Having said that, many of the problems I have with Daredevil weren't Ben's fault, and even at that point he probably would have been a better choice for Bats than Marvel's horned hero. I think it's fair to say that he has evolved, and currently, he probably has just the look WB was looking for. They've been saying they want an older, wiser Batman, and Affleck is at a stage in his career where I think he fits that bill.
The notion of Batman and Superman throwing down in a major motion picture is pretty epic, though I do worry that this project is being rushed. As long as they have a quality script, I think this movie might just deliver the goods. Daredevil suffered from a lousy script and terrible direction, as well as a pair of awful revisionist takes on Bullseye and the Kingpin. The fight scenes were terrible and there just wasn't a lot to like about the picture aside from a gripping opening and David Keith as Daredevil's pop. I don't think the upcoming Batman vs. Superman throwdown will have those problems; Snyder is a visionary directory who always scores big when it comes to action scenes.
At first, I wasn't sure about Ben as Bats, but as long as there's a good script in the mix, I think this could wind up surprising a lot of people.
Note: The Town is one of the best thrillers to come down the pipe in the last several years, and the more I thought about this, the more Affleck's role in that feature shaped my opinion. I was a big fan of Good Will Hunting once upon a when, and everything Affleck did for Kevin Smith was golden, but it's really The Town that has me thinking he could excel in this part.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Top 5 John Carpenter Films
Some might scoff at my admiration for a director who has
never received the appreciation he is due from the film community at large,
though horror fans have always celebrated him as a true visionary. This is a guy who has provided numerous
signature films in the genre, and in doing so he has provided us with several
iconic characters who stand out in cinematic lore. Carpenter has also engineered some truly
memorable scores, and should we give him extra credit for helping Kurt Russell
make the leap from Disney to Snake Plissken?
I think so.
I have honestly enjoyed all of John’s films going all the
way back to Dark Star, a college film
featuring the late, great Dan O’Bannon, another gifted filmmaker who never
really found the reception his work merited.
Let’s hope America finds a way to embrace Carpenter for who he is and
what he has done within the motion picture industry before he leaves us as
well. And while I’m wishing, I sure
wouldn’t mind seeing Kurt and John work together once again before either of
them calls it a career.
Every time I set out to compose one of these lists it proves
difficult, but this was easily the toughest one yet. After some intense debate that took entirely
too long (just ask Tony) I wound up
with 9 films that I had a very hard time whittling down to 5, and ranking those
5 proved even more difficult. In the end, this is what I came up with, though I’m sure I
got it wrong at some point. It was too
hard not to.
It still baffles me that this wasn’t received better when it hit theaters in 1982. I know it was the summer of E.T. and the gore factor in The Thing is off the charts, but this is a landmark film that is ripe with atmosphere and intensity. Whether critics panned it or not, fans have always lauded it as one of the finest horror films ever, an argument I back with enthusiasm. It is utterly unique in a number of ways that extend far beyond Rob Bottin’s magical effects work, chiefly the claustrophobic introspection centered on an all-male ensemble cast stranded in Antarctica. It isn’t long before these unfortunate residents of a remote outpost discover that their ranks have been infiltrated by a shape-shifting alien monstrosity that can replace any of them. Before long, no one knows whether or not the man next to him is still human, and everyone is staring down a frigid doom that cannot be defeated. The setting is as much a part of the film as the throbbing score, and Kurt Russell sports cinema’s finest beard* as R.J. MacReady, a hero so believable and vulnerable that he seems as real as you or I. MacReady is a quick thinker with guts, and that’s really about it. At no point does he morph into some sort of action hero, he’s just a fairly smart guy in a hell of a pickle who isn’t welling to give up without a fight. The realistic way the characters behave is remarkable, and the way anxiety gives way to suspicion, anger, and fear keeps the film grounded while building unbelievable amounts of tension within the audience. Then the effects extravaganza begins, and these terrific actors make the most of the clever script as the inescapable horror stalks them through a bleak landscape of gusting wind and snowbound terror. The grim ending is a perfect epitaph to this somber piece that somehow becomes a rollicking good time fueled by fear and masterful direction. This is a movie that can stand proudly alongside genre masterpieces like The Exorcist or The Shining, and perhaps it should be noted that each of those films are revered for wonderful performances and stirring plots as well as gruesome setpieces and ghastly things that go bump in the night.
1n 1976, John shot Assault on Precinct 13 in 20 days. This was 2 years before he directed Halloween, and yet this might be his true masterpiece. It boasts his first fantastic score and clearly paves the way for the tense stories the director would share with us over the years. Though the budget may provide limitations and there are a few miscues along the way, it is impossible to ignore the ferocity of this loving ode to the westerns Carpenter treasured as a boy. One can see pieces of Snake Plissken in anti-hero Napoleon Wilson, expertly played by John’s one-time neighbor Darwin Joston, who is a perfect fit for a suave killer who is equal parts Doc Holliday and John Wayne. Some of Wilson’s dialogue is lifted directly from Once Upon a Time in the West**, a loving nod to my favorite western. Austin Stoker plays Bishop, a black cop who is given the assignment of presiding over a precinct that is being closed down, a precinct that for all intents and purposes has already closed. The assignment is clearly an insult, and Bishop’s superiors enjoy rubbing it in. Bishop doesn’t have long to stew, however, because things get out of hand shortly after he arrives. First, infamous killer Napoleon Wilson is transferred to the precinct by mistake shortly after the phone service is switched over to the new precinct. Then, a man who has unwittingly started a war with the local gang arrives in search of refuge and all hell breaks loose. The precinct is surrounded by the gang, who lay siege to the skeleton crew of cops and the desperate convicts inside, a divided band of rugged survivors cut off from any hope of rescue. Soon Bishop and Wilson are fighting side by side, and the raw action comes fast and furious as the body count grows. Assault tells a simple story, but it does so with vigor, and the end result is a riveting action film that clearly signified the arrival of a powerful director. Though this is one of his earliest and smaller efforts, Assault on Precinct 13 stands as one of Carpenter’s most significant contributions to the cinema. Truly gripping.
This film was regarded as a flop upon its initial release, though it has since gained a cult following due to its tremendous humor and flair. Big Trouble is easily Carpenter’s most entertaining film, and Kurt Russell has never been more likable. Jack Burton is a hilarious character, a fast-talking trucker who shows just how creative Carpenter and Russell were at their apex. Here is a film where the roles are essentially reversed. Jack Burton may be the main character, and he’s certainly a lovable loudmouth, but he clearly plays second fiddle to Dennis Dun in the sidekick role as Wang Chi. Confused? You shouldn’t be. Jack does all the talking and Wang does all the heavy lifting while Jack tries to get his bootknife out of its sheath. The story pits them against a powerful necromancer (Jack’s take on Lo Pan: “Tall guy, weird clothes. First you see him, then you don't.”) and three supernatural warriors, as well as legions of kung-fu cultists. Or something like that. The laughs are plentiful, the action is thrilling, and the movie never slows down. Throughout this goofy odyssey, Russell lights up the screen as Jack Burton, an egomaniac who constantly offers up gems like “When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: ‘Have ya paid your dues, Jack?’ Yessir, the check is in the mail." Kim Catrall, James Hong, and Victor Wong are also on hand for a whimsical adventure with an absolute buffoon on center stage, which makes for a hell of a show. Big Trouble in Little China is an absolute blast, and Kurt Russell gives another unforgettable performance as one of the most unlikely heroes ever.
I honestly wanted to put Prince of Darkness here because it is a far more frightening film, but it doesn’t have the cultural significance of Carpenter’s smash hit on a shoestring budget. Halloween is a film that may have given birth to the so-called “slasher” films of the 70s and 80s, a craze that proved lucrative for the industry while inspiring pointed debate about motion picture violence. Jamie Lee Curtis became a star here, and the term “Scream Queen” became a badge of honor for the heroines in such pictures. Donald Pleasance excels in a role that both Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing would come to regret turning down, as the character of Loomis has become a fan favorite over the years. Simply put, this the story of the boogeyman, in this case a soulless psychopath named Michael Myers. Michael is a heartless murderer who stalks the night in a bleached William Shatner mask, silently pursuing and slaughtering innocent teens without any palpable emotion. His distance and his utter lack of humanity are what make Michael truly horrifying, and not once does he do anything that in any way complicates this frightening portrait of mindless evil. Curtis rises to the challenge as a babysitter with guts, but can she and Loomis hope to conquer a madman with no conscience and an insatiable appetite for murder? The score was an instant classic and the film put Carpenter on the map in a big way for good reason. One need only watch any other so-called slasher film to recognize Carpenter’s subtlety and precision at work in this tense little gem where every shot matters and the small budget yields several big scares.
Kurt Russell makes John Carpenter’s Top 5 for the third time in his signature role, the grizzled war vet who can’t be killed though everyone thinks he’s already dead. Yes, I’m talking about the one and only Snake Plissken. Snake is a joy to watch, and this film is so decidedly off-the-wall that one can’t help but enjoy the ride. In the near future (which just so happens to be our recent past) New York has become a lawless prison. Bridges are mined and rivers are patrolled by helicoptor. There’s only one way in, and there’s no way out. When the president crash lands in this savage wasteland, it’s up to one man to go in and get him out, but that one man doesn’t want any part of it. Only by injecting him with a terminal virus and promising him the cure if and when he completes his mission are the authorities able to convince Snake to take on the job. Nothing goes as planned, however, and in Carpenter’s hands this slick thrill ride becomes a grisly descent into a world gone mad. A number of stars take part in the decadent fun, including Donald Pleasance as the president, Lee Van Cleef as Snake’s cold-as-ice commanding officer, Isaac Hayes as the sadistic Duke of New York, and Harry Dean Stanton as Brain, a brilliant criminal who just might know the way out. As time runs out for Snake Plissken, audiences are treated to a delightfully dirty adventure that gave birth to a character like no other. Escape from New York benefits from another great performance from Russell and another great score, and few action films are as subversive and unpredictable.
Girl in "Chock Full O'Nuts": You're a cop!
Snake Plissken: I'm an asshole.
Other films
considered:
Prince of Darkness
They Live
The Fog
In the Mouth of Madness
*I have written numerous pieces wherein I referenced either The Thing or Kurt Russell’s performance,
and I always note that as MacReady he sports the cinema’s finest beard of all
time.
I am truly envious.
**If you pick up the wonderful special edition dvd of Once Upon a Time in the West, Carpenter
offers up several terrific observations in the documentaries located in the
special features section.
This Top 5 was previously published by RVA Magazine.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Dirty Southside Jam (Kickstarter details and an excerpt)
As I work to publish my second novel, Dirty Southside Jam, I have started a fundraiser on Kickstarter. Obviously, I would be grateful for your support, so I'm providing a link here:
Dirty Southside Jam on Kickstarter
You can learn all about the book and my goals for the fundraiser, as well as contribute, just by clicking that link. Just think: you would be helping a starving artist to take the next step toward putting food on the table for three hungry children and one pregnant wife. For the record, the kids are well-fed, but as anyone who has children can attest, they're almost always hungry. Anyway, I wanted to provide you with something more here, so I'm going to drop the basic hook for Dirty Southside Jam and an excerpt on you. I'm giving you the first chapter, and even if you don't elect to chip in and support me, any and all feedback is welcome.
Thanks, peeps! You know I'd do it for you.
So, what's Dirty Southside Jam about? It goes something like this:
Billie Boyd, better known to the good people of Bogut as Blue, is the kind of guy whose luck only comes in one flavor. Sometimes it seems that his entire life has been punctuated by one bad break after another, but that's okay. He's a simple guy at heart, a man who has learned not to expect much. Everything changes when Blue finds a small fortune and decides to keep it, believing that his luck has finally turned.
He should have known better.
Now, good old Blue is at odds with a drug-peddling brute, a ruthless killer, and a corrupt lawman. His only ally is an aging drifter who likes to smoke pot and drive fast. A man who never asked for much has bitten off way more than he can chew, and it's becoming painfully obvious that his next bad break will definitely be his last.
Now, here's a sneak peek at the first chapter. Enjoy!
Dirty Southside Jam on Kickstarter
You can learn all about the book and my goals for the fundraiser, as well as contribute, just by clicking that link. Just think: you would be helping a starving artist to take the next step toward putting food on the table for three hungry children and one pregnant wife. For the record, the kids are well-fed, but as anyone who has children can attest, they're almost always hungry. Anyway, I wanted to provide you with something more here, so I'm going to drop the basic hook for Dirty Southside Jam and an excerpt on you. I'm giving you the first chapter, and even if you don't elect to chip in and support me, any and all feedback is welcome.
Thanks, peeps! You know I'd do it for you.
So, what's Dirty Southside Jam about? It goes something like this:
Billie Boyd, better known to the good people of Bogut as Blue, is the kind of guy whose luck only comes in one flavor. Sometimes it seems that his entire life has been punctuated by one bad break after another, but that's okay. He's a simple guy at heart, a man who has learned not to expect much. Everything changes when Blue finds a small fortune and decides to keep it, believing that his luck has finally turned.
He should have known better.
Now, good old Blue is at odds with a drug-peddling brute, a ruthless killer, and a corrupt lawman. His only ally is an aging drifter who likes to smoke pot and drive fast. A man who never asked for much has bitten off way more than he can chew, and it's becoming painfully obvious that his next bad break will definitely be his last.
Now, here's a sneak peek at the first chapter. Enjoy!
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Chapter One: Good Old Blue
Billie Boyd was
enjoying another leisurely night at Cinema City. Lately, leisurely nights were all the place
had to offer. Billie was better known to
the people of Bogut as “Blue” and he was a quiet fellow who seemed to give off
a bit of warmth, an intriguing outsider who was very comfortable in his own
skin.
The lean
projectionist was in the lobby, wiping down the counters with a rag that was
old and worn. Blue had long hair that he
sometimes pulled back in a ponytail, but tonight it was hanging in his face as
he worked. Blue had never been employed
anywhere else and the theater was like a second home to him, but he didn’t
think it would last much longer.
The failing cinema
had once been regarded as a terrific place to catch a movie. Twenty years ago it was undoubtedly the local
hot spot, particularly when a true blockbuster was playing. In those days, the parking lot was often so
full that late arrivals had to park at the pizzeria down the hill and hoof it
from there.
Blue had made that
journey on numerous occasions in his time, but nobody had a hard time finding a
parking spot these days. The old theater
was barely turning a profit and the parking lot was mostly empty, even on
weekends.
Cinema City had
fallen into a sad state of disarray and it was getting worse with every day
that passed. The carpet was old and
dirty, fraying in some places and stained in others. In one spot the red wallpaper had peeled back
to expose a filthy yellow expanse of drywall.
The video games lining the lobby were a primitive array of battered
shells housing unheralded titles.
Blue watched as an
old man approached the front of the cinema to study the posters advertising the
movies they were playing. The old man
lingered in front of each sheet, trying to muster up some enthusiasm, but
nothing caught his fancy. Grimacing, he
turned and walked away.
Blue sighed. He loved this place, and it pained him to
watch it wither away right before his very eyes. They hadn’t added any new features to their
bill for three weeks in a row, a drought that would hamper any cinema’s
business. In fact, this was the worst
Saturday night Blue had ever been on hand for.
They had sold a
whopping sum of fourteen tickets for the three seven o’clock shows. To make matters worse, the concession stand
hadn’t made so much as a dime after the movies started. Unfortunately, this was typical of late, as
Cinema City was mired in a lingering slump that had Barry contemplating doing
away with the latest show on each day aside from Friday and Saturday. If it came to that, things were definitely
coming to a halt sooner rather than later.
Blue had held his
job since he was in high school and he had always displayed a loyalty to the
place that was inexplicable and wholly undeserved. Barry made it clear that he liked Blue and
appreciated his efforts, but he wasn’t about to provide a raise that matched
his praise. He seldom gave his star
employee enough hours and the old coot was always too busy ogling the young
females who operated the concession stand to truly appreciate Blue’s
efforts.
When Barry finally
got tired of scraping by and decided to close the doors for good, Blue would
have to move on to something else.
Until then he was getting paid for doing almost nothing, which was nice,
but maybe it would be wise for him to start looking at other options.
The next job he
took would certainly be more difficult.
He had it made at Cinema City.
Most nights he spent far more time reading whichever book he was
currently devoted to than attending to the patrons or the projectors. Currently, he was plowing through an old copy
of North Dallas Forty by Peter Gent. His
copy of the novel came complete with yellow pages and a musty odor. It was one of his all-time favorites and it
frequently inspired him to laugh out loud.
Later, after all
the shows had let out, Blue finished his work upstairs in the booth, which was
actually a large room. He deftly
threaded each film through the projector for the next shift, his fingers dancing
through the process, his mind elsewhere.
Once he had assured himself that everything was in order with a cursory
walk-through, he went to the box and shut down all of the appropriate breakers
in rapid succession. He went downstairs,
set the alarm, and exited through the side door.
Blue strolled over
to his car, enjoying the crisp night air.
Some people seemed unable to shake their fear of the dark, but he had
always enjoyed the night.
Blue drove a 1992
Toyota Tercel that had a heart of gold.
He had owned four cars and each vehicle aside from the Tercel had proven
to be a total piece of shit. He hadn’t
called any of the others anything aside from random curse words, but the burgundy
Tercel he had dubbed “Martha” and he treated this particular lady with
tremendous affection.
The old girl was
rugged and dependable. He had owned the
vehicle for six years and she was steadily approaching three hundred thousand
miles. Blue was determined to take her
to that plateau and beyond. To date, she had avoided major repairs.
“That’s another
one in the books, Martha,” Blue said as he climbed in. He was smiling, but that wasn’t unusual. Blue smiled a lot.
Good old Blue.
Maybe his story is
a triumph of sorts, but then again it could be a tragedy. It’s a tale that begins and ends on a winding
stretch of country road in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. That ornery strip of asphalt is called
McClusky Lane, except when referred to as plain old State Route 79 (often
reduced to a raspy old 79) by those who have lived in Bogut long enough.
They like to spin
yarns about old 79 in these parts, and those yarns are frequently bloody
nightmares that yield restless nights.
Many of them are true, or at least based in truth, for on McClusky Lane
the straights are long and narrow and the twists come fast and hard. The road begins winding about the foothills
like a frightened serpent before skirting the lake, drawing perilously close to
the water’s edge. Later, long after most
of the traffic has filtered onto other roads, it crosses Cold Rock Creek via a
rickety covered bridge that has created concern amongst the populace for
decades. Thus far the decrepit wooden
structure has held, but all the old-timers agree that it won’t be long before
the whole thing takes a bath.
They’re probably
right about that, and someone is bound to go with it. Those old-timers know the lay of the land,
and they also know the history of these parts.
McLusky Lane is a mean stretch of pavement indeed, a dangerous country
corridor itching for blood. In most
places there’s a similar stretch of highway, a winding road in a lonely hollow
with a few twists too many and just enough room for reckless youngsters to
build speed and momentum. Like those
other passages in those other places, McLusky Lane has claimed far too many
lives.
It’s notorious not
only for a number of horrific accidents, but also for a history rich with
stories about moonshine, exciting tales of hotshot runners racing against the
law and taking big chances on that devilish road. There are a few major players whose names are
familiar to all those who call Bogut home, and virtually everyone living in
these parts still has some kin with access to a working still. White Lightning has always been a welcome
addition to any shindig in Bogut, and there’s seldom enough to suit
everyone.
Blue preferred
pot, but he could never pass on a jar when it was offered.
He hated the road,
though, hated it with a passion. He
agreed with the old-timers on that score.
While some people scoffed at the road’s reputation and wondered how the
locals could lend a strip of asphalt such personality, Blue was intimately
familiar with the woeful history of McLusky Lane. He had survived his ordeal, but he was a
victim nonetheless.
He was only eight
years old when the accident happened, but he could remember it vividly. It was never going to go away, he was certain
of that. No matter how hard he tried to
force the episode into the darkest recesses of his mind, those memories were
always crawling out to confront him at his weakest moments.
He was going for a
ride with his older brother when a deer bolted across the road in front of them
and Ronnie panicked. Billie screamed as
his brother yanked the wheel too hard, sending his rugged little Jeep into a
dangerous slide that quickly became a violent roll. The Jeep went off the shoulder and tumbled
down into a ravine, flipping four times in the process.
When it ended,
Billie was lying against the door with pieces of his brother in his lap. He was drenched in Ronnie’s blood and the
wreck had imprisoned him within the vehicle.
Physically he went virtually unharmed, but the mental anguish he
suffered was almost too much for him to endure.
He was trapped in
the wreckage for nearly four hours before they got him out, the stench of blood
filling his nostrils as the wet warmth of Ronnie’s remains pressed against
him. Gradually the sticky lumps of meat
that had once been his brother grew cold.
It would be nice
if he couldn’t recall that period of time, if it was lost in a fog, horrifying
yet shapeless, a formless nightmare from the past. Unfortunately that just wasn’t the case. It was still all too real to him even after
all this time. His mind hadn’t drifted
into shock or provided any distractions in the form of hallucinations. His memories were vivid, a gruesome record of
that terrible ordeal that had yet to fade and likely never would.
He had sat there,
drenched in blood, pieces of Ronnie all over the place, the grim horror of
reality refusing to release him into any sort of sanctuary. Time had never passed so slowly, each moment
stretching into an eternity, the hours crawling past like days. His spirit broke and his hold on his sanity
crumbled during that hellish passage.
When they pulled
him out of the mangled Jeep, he told the paramedics exactly what had happened,
describing the accident in great detail.
Then he lapsed into silence and closed his eyes. He couldn’t remember things so well for a
while after that.
It was better than
six months before he spoke so much as a word and nearly a year before he spoke
at any length about Ronnie or the accident.
He seldom talked at all and he began keeping to himself. Some of the kids starting calling him “Little
Blue Boy” and the nickname stuck. Time
whittled it down to “Blue” and he never resisted. He didn’t particularly like the moniker, but
he didn’t dislike it enough to object.
After a while, it become part of him.
He found himself
thinking about the wreck more and more these days, but he kept pushing it
away. It was far easier to find
distractions than to contemplate that horrid experience. It was over and he had suffered enough. He had moved on a long time ago and he needed
to forget it.
Blue shook his
head and grimaced. Some things were
easier said than done.
The sky above was
speckled with twinkling stars and the breeze was gentle. It was a nice night for September. Blue drove with his window down, listening to
a cassette tape he had purchased at the flea market for a dollar a few weeks
ago. It was the timeless Outlandos
D’Amour from The Police, a bargain at any price, and Blue was quickly wearing
it out.
He was only a few
miles down the road when he spotted David Blanchard walking along the side of
the road with his olive bag slung across his shoulder. David was an old salt who had pulled three
tours in Nam after earning quite a reputation for running moonshine in these
hills when he was but a pup. Most folks
around here knew who he was, and aside from those wearing badges, most felt he
was a good enough guy.
The current
sheriff was a chubby prick named Arthur Leopold III. He had been sheriff for nearly a decade and
his daddy had owned the post before his beefy son took his place. Some time before that, his grandfather had
been sheriff, but his time in office was cut short in a gruesome accident on
McLusky Lane.
He was chasing a
young David Blanchard at the time.
The first Arthur
Leopold was pitched through his windshield and slammed headfirst into a tree at
something like seventy miles per hour when he came into a sharp turn running
hot and didn’t have the mustard to bring his good old Ford around. His hat was found some sixty feet from his
body.
And so it was no
secret that the current sheriff despised the old vagrant, and surely there were
those who didn’t blame him, though in a place like Bogut most of the populace
preferred a man who ran moonshine to a man sporting a tin star.
Blue didn’t think
much of Leopold, but then he didn’t think much of any of the authority figures
he had dealt with. In his opinion, most people
who were given any small measure of power ceased with deliberation and began
acting on impulse. David, on the other
hand, was all right as far as Blue was concerned. Leopold wasn’t going to mess with the old
drifter if Blue could help it. He had
given the old vet a ride on several occasions for the same reason, and the dude
sometimes smoked him out in return for the trip.
They shook hands
and Blue asked the old drifter where he was going.
“Nowhere in
particular,” David said.
“That’s one of my
favorite destinations.” Blue put his
foot on the gas and Martha rumbled ahead, slicing through the night.
David settled back
in his seat, stretching his legs, making himself comfortable.
Blue found his
mind slipping toward the past again, taking him to another episode from his
youth that involved that wretched road.
The man sitting beside him was also a player in this memory.
When he was a kid,
long before anyone ever called him anything but Billie, he had invited a friend
over to spend the night. This was when
he and his family lived on a dirt road just off of McLusky Lane.
Billie and his
friend had decided to go for a walk and shortly thereafter the two of them were
a few miles from home, heading toward the lake.
They were walking along McLusky Lane, approaching the boat ramp and
enjoying the nice day as they went. They
were talking about comic books when a weaving truck sped by, nearly careening
into them.
Suddenly
the truck slid to a stop, pelting them with gravel. As they looked on in mute terror, a stocky
old man with a silver crewcut and a scraggly white beard lurched out, barreling
toward them with a club in his hand.
“Did
you give me the finger, boy?” He
bellowed as he advanced, his eyeballs swelling in their sockets until it
appeared they would burst.
It
occurred to Billie later that they should have run. Though imposing, the madman was old and built
for power, not speed. They could have
eluded him with ease, but foolish children that they were, they had stood
there, frozen in the grip of terror. Blue
and his friend were practically rooted to the ground as the stranger approached
with his barbaric weapon, his pupils so big they looked like black checkers to
the frightened boys.
“Huh? Did you?
Did you flip me off, son?”
Billie
didn’t know if the man was addressing him or his friend, but neither had made
any gesture whatsoever, so he said just that.
“Bullshit,
brat! I’ll teach you to give me the damn
finger.”
He
was poised to strike when David Blanchard came out of nowhere, calmly
approaching this roaring menace with his arms before him, his palms facing
outward. Billie would never forget the
way the drifter looked on that day, his black hair pulled back into a ponytail,
his beard thick and unruly, his worn combat jacket providing a stark contrast
to his red flannel shirt.
“It’s
okay,” David said in a soothing voice, almost as though he were dealing with an
animal. “We have a misunderstanding
here, man, that’s all. Let’s make sure
no one gets hurt.”
The
man with the club sneered, but he lowered the club. “Who are you?”
“I’m
no one,” David said flatly, “No one at all.”
“The
fuck did you come from?”
“Nowhere,”
David said in a soft tone. “It doesn’t
matter, anyway. Everything’s cool.”
As
young Billie watched the two men talk, he was sure that if the surly man with
the club made the wrong move, David was going to tear him to peaces. There was nothing in the vet’s manner or
stance to suggest this ferocity, but young Billie sensed it lurking just
beneath the surface.
In
the end, nothing grave happened. David
talked things out with the man and that old nutjob actually apologized before
leaving. Billie and his friend were
quick to depart as well, curtly thanking David and setting off with quite the
tale for their chums.
It had been a long
time since Blue thought about that incident, but it passed through his thoughts
as his trusty car raced through the darkness tonight, David Blanchard riding
shotgun. The strip of pavement framed
in the glare of his headlights was as a grey blur churning beneath them.
He suddenly felt the need to discuss
the episode. “When I was a child,” he
began, “I was attacked by a man with a club-“
“I
remember,” David interrupted, a tired voice emitting from somewhere within his
tangled mess of a beard. His thick
unruly hair hung about his shoulders, his grey locks frayed and dirty from a
lack of grooming. “I remember just fine.
Never could figure why the two of you didn’t just run, but I remember the whole
thing well enough.”
“You
knew that was me?”
David
smiled and took a joint from his pocket, lighting it with a devilish grin. The aroma of marijuana, tantalizingly sweet
and unmistakably pungent, filled the Tercel.
“Of course I knew it was you, boy.
Of course I did. The real
question is what did that crazy old bugger have a club for? Really now, who carries a club?” The old drifter shook his head and laughed.
Blue
was surprised. They had never discussed
anything of great importance before, but this acknowledgement seemed to suggest
a far deeper bond than Blue had imagined.
What was his value to this strange old bird?
After
several deep drags on the joint and few rattling coughs, David passed the joint
to Blue. He provided a sound imitation
of his predecessor in this regard.
Almost at once, the warmth began to spread through him and his body
began to relax. The Police were still
tearing it up in Martha’s cassette player, and the old stoner took note.
“This
is back when The Police were the shit,” David said, smiling as he lost himself
in the music. “They had their own
sound. I suppose it was only a matter of
time before one of the guys got uppity.
I just never imagined it would have been Sting.” The old drifter laughed. He took the joint from Blue and took two big
hits in rapid succession before continuing.
“I mean, who would have thought?
What are the chances of a guy named Sting having an ego? Especially if he’s a revelation on bass and
he’s got a pair of pipes fit for an angel.”
Blue
felt the need to say something, but he didn’t know what he could possibly
offer. “I’m really enjoying this album,” he said. He was clearly out of his depth.
David
pressed on. “Truly gifted. But he never did anything to rival this
one. Or maybe Reggatta De Blanc. That’s the one with Message in a Bottle. Nothing
in his solo career could touch The Police.
They had their own sound, man.”
“You
already said that,” Blue said, wishing he hadn’t.
“Well,
maybe I said it twice because I wanted to make sure you got the point. I mean, a man driving around with Outlandos
D’Amour in his tape player should understand these things. The Police weren’t some addition to some
scene, man. They were a scene. They had their own thing going. You dig?”
“I
get it. I got it. I’m the one who bought the cassette
tape. I’m listening to it, aren’t I?”
“No,
that’s what I’m trying to tell you. You
may be listening to The Police, but you aren’t hearing The Police. Not yet, anyway.”
An
uneasy silence followed, broken only by Martha’s steady hum and The Police’s
efforts on Next To You. Before long, Blue’s mind drifted to the past
again, taking him back to that strange episode on the side of the road. “Why-“ he began, but it was a question that
would go unanswered.
Later, Blue would
be unable to recall what he was going to ask.
He would remember little of what had transpired leading up to the
accident. Had they shared something? That gentle moment before the storm would be
lost forever in the glare of headlights and the scream of burning rubber.
For
the second time in his life, Blue was part of the dance as steel met steel and
flesh collided with machinery in a pulverizing display of power. Once again, he screamed as he was thrown
forward, his wail drowned out by a metallic squeal that filled the night.
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