Picture
SHARD

The problem with his new job–night security at the Auto Crash Testing Facility–was all the time he had to think. Just Jerry and SHARD–Sophisticated Hazard Assessment Robotic Device–sitting at opposite ends of the little guardroom and employee lounge that overlooked the testing strip.

What do you think?” he said. At least I’m not you.

“What do you mean by that?”

Let’s just say I don’t envy you. SHARD’s synthetic skull was visible through its translucent silicone head.

“You’re just plastic. You don’t have a soul.”

What is a soul, anyway? We’re not so different. You’re no more real than I am.

“I have a heart that pumps blood, and… and a brain… I can think.”

I pump irradiated fluids, and my venting system causes breathing and bubbling. I have a titanium skeleton structure, plastic lungs and a digestive tract–even anatomically correct sexual organs. I can communicate when I need to. You’ll be just like me someday. You’ll see.

“What do you mean by that? You mean dead?”

(Read More Here...)

 
 
Picture
Oh, what sexy lips you have, Grandma. And your breath doesn't stink at all...
You should see this one in the theater.  It's an event, a grand moment in the history of film's horror genre.  It's not  that it's an extremely meaningful movie: it's junk food, entertainment distilled into its purest form.  But it's the sort of greasy, super salty and sweet carnival morsel that's sure to get a lot of people exciting to go out to the movies, to have fun again, to have something to talk about.

When I saw the preview I was like everybody else: "There's another stupid teenagers being hacked and slashed movie," and I thought I was being clever when I saw a flash of the orange-grid-stuff and was like: "There's the twist ending--this time it's a computer program being controlled by some evil government agency..."  Well, I was right, and so, so wrong.  I won't give the movie away--I refuse to even hint at the possibilities for fear of ruining your pure enjoyment of the flick--but there is so much more to it than that. 

The biggest problem with the slasher flick lies in its fundamental construction.  The best example I can think of in recent years is "Jeepers Creepers," with a fantastic build-up that is creepy and very suggestively frightening, but that looses steam as the monster is revealed.  This happens in most of these movies, and in many with more poorly executed beginnings than in "Jeepers Creepers."  All I am going to say is that "The Cabin in the Woods" has found a way to solve this problem.  Just when the action on most slasher films begins to sputter out, this one is just getting started.

"The Cabin in the Woods" is an homage to horror films.  Go see it.  It's better if you see it in the theater, on the big screen.  You'll see what I'm talking about.  This recommendation says a lot, I think, coming from someone who tends to like his films deeply interesting and thought-provoking (off the top of my head I'm thinking of Polanski's "Repulsion" [1965] to Lars Von Trier's "Antichrist" {2009])  Sometimes, however, it's okay to indulge in a little junk, to celebrate the true purpose of the movies: entertainment.

Unrelated Note: I know I said I'd finally discuss some literary fiction in the form of Cormac McCarthy, and I will; it's coming.  Be patient, damn it!

 
 
Picture
What a mess! How J. G. Ballard does it...
I've begun revisions on my novel "The New Flesh."  It is intimidating, and I'm scared of messing things up, which is probably why I'm writing this random blog entry instead of combing through all those carefully collated words that seem to have been written by some sort of alien humanoid, and certainly not by me.  What's funny is that I seem to have written much of this novel in some sort of metaphysical fugue state and have little to no memory of certain sections.  This is one of those sections I discovered this morning, a little back story:

Harlan missed his family, the way it used to be--the closeness and the laughter.  He missed how it was after he'd sold his screenplay: the new house and the brand-new-off-the-lot Subaru; the weekends out skiing and spa trips to Vegas; reading to Jake at night and the serious looks his son would give me at certain moments in the stories he read, Jake's face screwing up, asking "why doesn't the wolf just buy a steamroller and roll over the little pig's houses?"  Then, after Jake had fallen asleep, Jess from the doorway in her nightgown whispering: "you're a good father, you know that?"  "Yeah?  What do father's get when they're good?"  Cocking her head to the side, "Oh, I don't know."  Then she'd saunter down the hallway to their bedroom swinging her hips--her "sexy" walk--and he'd stifle a laugh, and she'd join him and then they would make love as quietly as they could.

But the money hadn't lasted long.  He'd tried to write something else--another screenplay, something great--but it was never the same after that first one, too many rejections, and soon he had to find a job that payed the bills.  An old college buddy helped him get an interview for a System Administrator position for "this certain website", and, before he knew what the site was about, he'd showed up for the interview and they'd liked him so much (and he'd really needed the money) he'd taken the job.

Things were never the same after that; he was working all the time; his marriage went cold.  His Oxycontin addiction--which he'd nursed quietly and evenly since college--began to zag out of control.  In the pornography industry he could get his pills cheaply and easily.  And he drank, coming home from work in an angry haze only to nod off a couple of hours later on the couch with the TV left buzzing in the dark living room.  And Jess drank with him, her way of coping with the growing distance between them.  And they'd fight, screaming at each other over things neither of them could remember later.  And, sometimes, Harlan would glance over during one of these fights and see Jake sitting up on the stairs watching them.  Later, in the early morning haze, he'd remember Jake's face--dismayed eyes, tight-lipped mouth, dark bags no 3rd grader should have to carry--and his heart would lurch painfully in his chest and he'd cry because he couldn't help himself, because he'd lost control of his life, because there were some things you could lose and never get back.  Seeing his son like that, it was no wonder his son started that fire.

Not bad, right?  And strangely relevant to the writer's life.  Is there such a thing as Subconscious Amnesic Meta-fiction???

Don't worry, next week I have some true 'literary horror' to discuss.  Just let me finish reading "Blood Meridian" again this weekend and we'll discuss some Cormac McCarthy...

 
 
I must qualify my last post about "The Hunger Games" by saying that the movie was actually pretty good; it was MUCH better than the book!  In the movie, we weren't stuck in Katniss's head with all her dull, uninspired, and unreasonably dense thinking. 

The movie form is a natural "shower" not a "teller."  We can watch what Katniss does and decide what she's thinking based on her actions, which seem reasonable enough considering her situation, at least in the movie. 

The weird romance stuff is also understated enough in the movie to make it work and comes across in a much more realistic manner.   In fact, I have to admit, it's almost not present enough--I've heard of people not recognizing any real romantic feelings between Peta and Katniss and this makes the game they play with their audience perhaps too shallow to matter.

So there.  "The Hunger Games" isn't as awful as I made it sound in my last article.  Okay?  Some people are, apparently, very passionate about their Hunger Games and take this stuff way too seriously.  I even lost a Facebook friend to my harsh rantings last week.  A Facebook friend!  All of which, to me, is hilarious...
 

    Archives

    May 2013
    April 2013
    March 2013
    February 2013
    January 2013
    December 2012
    November 2012
    October 2012
    September 2012
    August 2012
    July 2012
    June 2012
    May 2012
    April 2012
    March 2012
    February 2012
    January 2012
    December 2011
    November 2011
    October 2011
    September 2011
    August 2011
    July 2011
    June 2011
    May 2011
    April 2011
    March 2011

    "I have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk."
    Robert Bloch

    "It was one of those things they keep in a jar in the tent of a sideshow on the outskirts of a little, drowsy town.  One of those pale things drifting in alcohol plasm, forever dreaming and circling, with its peeled, dead eyes starring out at you and never seeing you."
    From "The Jar" by Ray Bradbury

    "Zeus gathered all the useful things together in a jar and put a lid on it. He then left the jar in human hands. But man had no self-control and he wanted to know what was in that jar..."
    From Aesop, Fables


    "From the mouth of the jar was flowing, slowly, sluggishly, a thick viscous mass of bluish, faintly luminous stuff.  The mass was spreading, oozing across the floor, reaching curious curdly pseudo-pods out in all directions..."
    From "Out of the Jar" by Charles R. Tanner
    Picture
    "The surreal is as integral a part of our lives as the 'real,' although one might argue that, since the unconscious underlies consciousness, and we are continuously bombarded by images, moods, and memories from that uncharitable terrain, it is in fact more primary than the 'real.'"

    "The standards for horror fiction should be no less than those for 'serious literary' fiction in which originality of concept, depth of characters, and attentiveness to language are vitally important."
    -Joyce Carol Oates

    "We work in the dark--we do what we can--we give what we have.  Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task.  The rest is the madness of art."
    -Henry James

    "One way to avoid what has already been done is to be true to yourself."

    "Tradition is a pretty poor excuse for perpetrating stereotypes."
    -Ramsey Campbell

    "When asked why I write psychological horror, I always reply that this form is the most intimate way to reach a reader.  Think about it."
    -Wayne Allen Sallee

    "Horror is about how people react when they encounter the plot."
    -Tina Jens

    "Good fiction, by definition, is credible.  It is a lie that can be believed."
    -Mort Castle

    "A story isn't like a smoothly running engine, but is rather like a photograph.  Photos can never be a perfect representation of what an eye looking at the same subject will see, partially due to the limitations of lenses and emulsions, but largely due to the conscious choice of the photographer."
    -Nick Mamatas

    "The role of the artist is to not look away."
    -Akira Kurosawa

    "Horror is not a genre.  It is an emotion."
    -Douglas E. Winter

    "To shrink from pain in any form of art is to shrink from something fundamental about life--from part of the human, animal condition."
    -Jack Ketchum

    "If your sole ambition is commercial success, look elsewhere for guidance; you probably lack the courage to write great horror ficiton."
    -Douglas E. Winter

    "You can forgive virtually anything--any perversion, any nastiness--if it's really done with style."
    -James Herbert

    "The best horror fiction is intrinsically subversive, striking against the pasteboard masks of fantasy to seek the true face of reality."
    -Douglas E. Winter

    "My feeling about contemporary horror writing is that is suffers from the same malaise that is suffocating most art forms in our time: widespread and deep-seated illiteracy on the part of the body politic and a lack of historical memory."
    -Harlan Ellison

    "We are curious about anything unusual--including agony, including bloody murder."
    Jack Ketchum (Dallas Mayr)

    "It is lurid and melodramatic, but it is true."
    D. H. Lawrence of Edgar Allan Poe's horror fiction

    "My feeling about contemporary horror writing is that it suffers from the same malaise that is suffocating most art forms in our time: widespread and deep-seated illiteracy on the part of the body politic and a lack of historical memory."
    Harlan Ellison

    "The Devil is by no means the worst that there is; I would rather have dealings with him than many a human being.  He honors his agreements much more promptly than many a swindler on Earth.  To be true, when payment is due he comes on the dot; just as twelve strikes, fetches his soul and goes off home to Hell like a good Devil.  He's just a businessman as is right and proper."
    J. N. Nestroy, Hollenangst

    "And as things fell apart
    Nobody paid any attention"
    Talking Heads

    Short Story:
    "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
    Ernest Hemingway (his best work, he claimed)

    "...take a walk some night on a suburban street and pass house after house on both sides of the street each with the lamplight of the living room, shining golden, and inside the little blue square of the television, each living family riveting its attention on probably one show; dogs barking at the you because you pass on human feet instead of on wheels.  You'll see what I mean, when it begins to appear like everybody in the world is soon going to be thinking the same way..."
    Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

    “Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.”
    Albert Einstein

    "A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam that flashes across his mind from within...  In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts; they come back to us with a sort of alienated majesty."
    Ralph Waldo Emerson

    "Don't you understand? Nothing outside that doesn't begin inside. Nothing real that isn't dreamed first..."
    Fletcher, from The Great and Secret Show by Clive Barker

    "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents."
    H. P. Lovecraft


    "If we don't believe in freedom of expression for people we despise, we don't believe in it at all."
    -Noam Chomsky

    "'In a lot of ways, I guess Satan was the first superhero.'
    'Don't you mean supervillian?'
    'Nah.  Hero, for sure.  Think about it.  In his first adventure, he took the form of a snake to free two prisoners being held naked in a Third World jungle prison by an all-powerful megalomaniac.  At the same time, he broadened their diet and introduced them to their own sexuality.  Sounds kind of like a cross between Animal Man and Dr. Phil to me.'"
    -From "Horns" by Joe Hill

    "It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."
    -Tyler Durden