I’m going to be participating in a poetry reading Friday evening, March 22nd, at the University of St. Thomas from 7:00-8:30. It’s free and open to the public. (More details on the flyer below.)
This is likely the final reading for the Mutabilis Press anthology Improbable Worlds, and some of the authors featured in that book (myself included) will be reading. I feel lucky and grateful to be included among their number. It’s a fantastic anthology! If you’d like to order a copy, go to Mutabilis Press’ website for more information.
If you’re in the audience, be sure to come up and say hello! I hope to see you there.
Just a reminder: tomorrow is the 13th of the month, and so it is a Rêveur Day. Be sure to wear black and white with a pop of red, and then send me your picture if you feel so inspired. (And thanks to all those of you who are doing it even when you don’t send pictures. I enjoy hearing about it on Facebook, too.) For more information on what I’m talking about, please click here.
Here is the continuation of my six-part gothiness series. You can read the previous three parts by clicking on these links:
Part IV: Tim Burton, I’m Sorrowful to Report, Just Might Have Lost His Edge
I had always been a fan of Tim Burton’s work. Even before I knew who he was, Beetlejuice was my favorite movie. I had seen it fourteen times by the time I hit my senior year of high school, which in that pre-Internet time of Blockbuster Video and VCRs was a big deal. His movies were macabre and funny, visually appealing and well acted. I thought his stories were original. And who doesn’t love, love, love Danny Elfman? (I’m still listening to Oingo Boingo’s Dead Man’s Party.)
I loved his trademark black-and-white stripes, not because of any affection for black-and-white stripes, but because he had a trademark. Burton could be known even without an introduction. He had a strong sense of himself, and I gravitated toward that even before I consciously understood how much I admired and yearned for that quality.
But as much as I have always loved The Nightmare Before Christmas — to this day autumn finds me singing “Sally’s Lament” in the shower — I have to admit Corpse Bride left me feeling a little hollow. It didn’t have the fully realized grandeur of his previous movies, even though all the right elements were there. And with the notable exception of the incomparable and exquisite Big Fish, most of his movies lately have been…disappointing. His new take on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was goofy, and his reimagining of Alice in Wonderland just about broke my heart.
But then he tackled Dark Shadows, and I allowed myself to hope. The early trailers and studio stills looked promising, the cast of the usual beloved suspects (with Michelle Pfeiffer and Eva Green thrown in for a bonus), impeccable. I started to feel excited, sure that his pitiful streak couldn’t go on for this long. And how could you go wrong with Dark Shadows?
He found a way.
Crackpot storytelling, that’s how. An inability to remember what denouement is — or the integrity of plot. More style than substance. And the worst use of werewolf ex machina I’ve ever seen.
I sat in the theater in a long black skirt and the most incredible Iron Fist shoes and wanted
to eat an entire box of Raisinets and chase them down with a whole bag of Twizzlers.
I don’t know why I should have felt betrayed. I do know I felt stupid for having allowed myself to hope.
But now there’s Frankenweenie, a film which has been expanded from its original short version — a short version which was one of Burton’s first projects thirty years ago. The reviews so far have suggested this one is worth a look, even considering the last several years of shlock. *
And once again, that eternal fountain of hope is bubbling up inside of me. If I could just find someone willing to see it with me, I’d be set.
I cannot deny that the acting — all of the acting — in the new movie Looper is good. It is.
I cannot deny that the prosthetic make-up used on Joseph Gordon-Levitt to make him look like a young Bruce Willis is both subtle and effective. It’s excellent, as is his mastery of Willis’ smarmy smirk.
I can’t even deny that the story is interesting and, at times, clever. Check.
Recently a friend and colleague of mine, director Mike Akel, released his latest project: An Ordinary Family. This is a movie I would like for everyone to see. It deals with a sensitive, timely, and important subject in a funny yet poignant way, a manner which Continue reading “A Film I Hope Everyone Will See”→
In fulfillment of this award, there are some things I must do. First, proudly display my award badge, which I will do here:
Next, I must answer the following questions:
What is your third favourite colour?
Would you rather be: a Jedi, a Pokemon Master or a Wizard/Witch? Choose ONE.
Who is your favourite Doctor?
Can you whistle?
Would you name your child Sirius Albus?
What is the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything?
Do you own a lawnmower?
Do you think Legolas is a (very pretty) pansy?
What’s the trashiest thing you’ve read in the last year? Should we cover it for Trashy Tuesday?
My answers are below.
Next, I must announce my winners and pass them on to my Top 5 Commenters. However, since the directive of the original award is to “spread it around like Nutella” and some of my commenters are tied for frequency, I’m giving it to more than five people. Lucky them! They are (drumroll…)
1. Cindy and Seema tied for 1st place
2. Kara in 2nd place
3. Alanna, LouAnne, and Peggy tied for 3rd place
Now, this award is all about frequency. Please rest assured that all my commenters are awesome in terms of quality! And if you weren’t named this time for the award, you definitely have the chance to participate more on the blog to increase your chances for next time. (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)
So winners, please answer the questions! You may do so in the comments here, so that we can all enjoy them, or if you have blogs of your own, please pay this award forward there and link back to this post. (It’s just good for your karma to do so, and you know it.)
To set a shining example, I will now answer these difficult questions to the best of my ability. Enjoy.
1. My third favorite color is emerald green.
2. What would I rather be? It’s a very tough choice between a wizard/witch and a Jedi, but I think I’m going to have to go with Jedi Knight. I once dressed up as one for work — I teach in a high school — for a themed costume day. The theme was “Come Dressed As What You Want To Be When You Grow Up,” and when I was a kid, Jedi was high on my list. My costume was awesome.
3. My favorite Doctor is probably David Tenant because I like his other work. Sadly, I missed the boat on Doctor Who decades ago and have only a fleeting familiarity with it. Heresy, I know, and I hope you will all forgive me this severe cultural transgression.
4. I cannot whistle and am thus an embarrassment to my family and to my species in general.
5. I would name my child Sirius Albus if his father were Harry Potter. Beyond that, this is an exclusively theoretical question, so I’ll just say, sure. Why not.
6. 42. This one’s almost too easy. RIP Douglas Adams, you betoweled hoopy frood extraordinaire.
7. I own a lawnmower in the sense that my husband has one, and what’s his is mine and what’s mine is his. But you’re not likely to see me lay a finger upon said lawnmower, unless it needs to be moved from behind my car before I back out of the driveway because my husband left it there. Reciprocally, my husband has a collection of absolutely exquisite hats he wouldn’t touch with a thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot pole. I like to wear them when I go out for tea.
8. Yup, I sure do. Please observe this photograph from very shortly before Peter Jackson’s first LotR movie came out, of my darling husband who is as unpansyish as a man can get and still be intellectual and liberal, and of his cat who is no longer with us. For further evidence of his unpansyishness, see the note about the hats, above.
9. Although there’s a tough competition between this and any of the Sookie Stackhouse novels, I think the trashiest thing I’ve read lately must be A Hunger Like No Other by Kresley Cole. Please feel free to cover it for Trashy Tuesday. I’m not sure I could do it TT justice myself, although I might blog about it at some point in the future. I promise, I do read quality stuff, too, most of the time! In fact, Cole’s book really didn’t have much competition here.
So that’s all! Have a good week. Award winners, comment here with your answers and demonstrate just how awesome you are, and how sincerely you deserve this award!
At the moment I’m neck-deep in novel revisions and poem revisions and essay revisions. I’m also working on a couple of new pieces for this blog that are more substantial but which require more time to craft and hone, and which I hope you’ll enjoy. The upshot of all of this is that this weekend, instead of putting up something that’s half-baked, I want to shine a spotlight on another blog I follow which is hilarity manifested in e-space. In other words, I find it funny. I think you will too. It’s called The Byronic Man, and today he had some timely commentary about a recent problem in the television industry. Enjoy!