Friday, January 07, 2011

LATARNIA FANTASTIQUE INTERNATIONAL



So, we have a new horror magazine called LATARNIA FANTASTIQUE INTERNATIONAL. At $9.50 (including shipping) for 24 pages, the first question to come to mind is; Is it worth it?
I'm going to go with yes. Full color, heavy stock, full bleed print, an amazing portrait of Barbara Steele by Brianna Wanlass. This is a good looking magazine.
So, it's pretty, but pretty does not make a magazine worth reading.
How's the writing?
There's a review of the new, yes I said new, Paul Naschy werewolf flick WEREWOLF IN THE AMAZON, that looks amazing. There is an in depth article on THE TORTURE CHAMBER OF DR. SADISM as well as many more articles.I could go into more depth, but it would be better to experience this for yourself.
LFI reminds me of my youth when I would devour every issue of Famous Monsters of Filmland. Way before the internet and discussion groups. FM would tell us of amazing new movies coming down the pipe. It would cover existing and older films in detail and those amazing painted covers! It's nice to know I have a replacement for those days of yesteryear in this new magazine.
The magazine business is a tricky one. Mirek is intelligent in having no advertisers and selling the first issue in a run of only 250 copies. No chance of losing advertising and keeping the page count and run of each issue small makes it a little safer.
I look forward to the next issue with Christopher Lee and to many more issues beyond that.
Now, if you'll excuse me I need to read that review for WEREWOLF IN THE AMAZON again. I can't wait for that one to come out on DVD!   

sad

Sean was just reminding me how disappointing AMC's Walking Dead turned out to be; now Matt Zoller Seitz says The Cape, NBC's next whack at superheroes (premieres on Sunday), is another swing and a miss. I'll still give it a look. If it's that bad, at least I have all of your fine recommendations for great tv on dvd to salve my bitterness.

grooving to CANADA



With a hat-tip to Ollo de Vidro, here's another "groovy age of horror"-themed video by the same collective, CANADA, responsible for that ultra-groovy video for Scissor Sisters' Invisible Light.

In related news, I'm currently devouring a vintage paperback that could almost serve as well as a template for these videos as the movies they so clearly reference. It's the first in a series, so I'm totally psyched to read the rest.

In one-remove-related news, the first of my paperback rampage packages has arrived, and the contents are exquisite. I can't wait to cover this stuff!!! Stay tuned, and stay groovy!

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Comics stuff

My big concern yesterday was grabbing Walking Dead #80 (fortunately, I got the last copy), which officially kicks off "No Way Out"--an arc which sees our survivors surrounded within their walled community by a mega-herd of zombies as far as the eye can see, and which promises to be the biggest disaster since the Governor's murderous assault on the prison. Despite the seeming suddenness of the onslaught, the survivors hunker in to relative safety with only one casualty. Rick, in his capacity as leader, outlines a sensible plan of action and reassures the community about the most worrisome points--how long can their food hold out, and what about Andrea being cut off/stranded in the tower? Kirkman seems to be settling in for a pretty long, smoldering burn here. I expect he'll be turning up the pressure and desperation no more than one or two notches per issue for a while to come. He's given himself tons of stress points, fuses, and powderkegs to work with and exploit, and I think we'll see a veritable symphony of ominous, alarming developments, building to a truly horrific crescendo. To mix a few more metaphors, the questions are where the whole situation will start to irrevocably unravel first, and how fast everything will go down the shitter once that tipping point is reached. I'm onboard for the whole slow-motion trainwreck.

Speaking of Kirkman, I'm also checking out Invincible on Sean T. Collins's enthusiastic recommendation. So far, I've read the first collection, with the second volume on the way from amazon. So far, okay--it hasn't knocked me on my ass yet, but then Walking Dead didn't really do that either until it was up in the high-forties, and then it really punched me head-over-heels. I'm optimistic about getting a worthwhile payoff. We'll see!

I'm also taking a big Grant Morrisson plunge. Josh Simmons, of all people, made me curious to check out All Star Superman. Someone gave me vol. 1 for xmas, and I've got 2 on the way along with Invincible. Then, Sean again finally convinced me to jump into the Batman stuff, so following his recommended reading order, I've got Batman and Son, Black Glove, and R.I.P. on the way in that same amazon purchase. I've also picked up the first two issues of Batman, Inc. and that other one-shot that came out around the same time, but I'll wait to read them until I've caught up.

On impulse, I went ahead and grabbed that Steel: Reign of Doomsday one-shot. I feel pretty meh about it, and may wait for reviews to come in before proceeding with any further issues in this crossover. It's not like I don't have enough other stuff to read.

I have to say, though, that shiny, snazzy Brightest Day hardcover collection I'm seeing everywhere I turn is irritatingly tempting. I've managed to stay off that bandwagon so far, but I can feel the sucker in me getting restless to check it out. Can anyone recommend strongly for or against it?

Then, I'm woefully behind in my Hack/Slash coverage, would like to post an update on my thoughts about The Boys (which I abandoned at one point and then got sucked back into), and even have a few minicomics I want to review. Plus a pile of manga. Oh, and that X-Men Omnibus. Jeez, I need more time!!!

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA, Pt. 1

Well, where to begin? Let's start with the cast and characters, and specifically with Edward James Olmos as Commander William Adama and Mary McDonnell as President Laura Roslin.

Olmos first caught my attention in his turn as Lieutenant Castillo on Miami Vice, where his quiet, funereal demeanor contrasted starkly with the show's exuberant use of color and music. Even then, twenty years younger than when he first stepped into Adama's shoes, he projected no-nonsense authority. That quality in Olmos has matured superbly through his age and experience, and it's hard to imagine anyone else bringing it more powerfully or effectively to this role.

I wasn't familiar with Mary McDonnell, but she impressed me even more. The role of Roslin is leagues more demanding, in a way that "backward and in high heels" only begins to suggest. Without the benefit of Olmos's craggy features or well-worn masculinity, she has to match him gravitas for gravitas. In fact, she often has to do so in moments of visible physical frailty, as her character bears the ravages of cancer and debilitating treatment. And even through all that, she has to project a luminous and very feminine beauty--inner, to be sure, but also undeniably outer (very few love scenes have ever felt more earned or understandable to me than the flashback of her much younger former student's eagerness to be with her, or Adama's spooning embrace of her in bed even as she's bald and at her most withered). Somehow, she always pulls off all of that at once. Every second she was on screen astounded me, and held me riveted to her presence and performance. What's more, Roslin has to grow more as a character, has to wrestle in her capacity as President with policy positions and her own thoughts and feelings about a vaster range of issues, has to go through more personal ups and downs in her journey of faith than agnostic Adama, and has to remain ultimately more sympathetic to the audience while reflecting greater moral complexity and forcing the audience to deal with some very alienating choices (she staked out a few positions that would have made me loathe a real-life politician, and yet I never could help admiring her, even in those moments).

Now, I'd bet a million dollars that at every stage of development, there was someone agitating for the show's primary focus to fall on younger, prettier characters, and to basically make it Melrose Space. I'd bet another million that the single most important decision in the show's artistic, critical, and popular success was the refusal to go down that road, and to place the primary focus instead firmly on these richer, more compelling characters played by older, more accomplished performers.

Their love story is truly one for the ages. It's forged in the fires of an antagonism that runs through the entire first season, culminating in Adama's military coup and Roslin's refusal to blink in the face of it. By letting their hostilities reach this crisis point, they take each other's measure--and ironically, love what they find. Not so very long after that, Admiral Cain's arrival forces a very telling moment--one of the best-played, and one of my favorites in the whole series. The instant it sinks in for Roslin that Cain is Adama's superior, Cain remarks, "Madame President, you look like I just shot your dog." Roslin has grown by that point into a canny, self-controlled politician, and McDonnell strikes a pitch-perfect note of such a character having an uncharacteristically unguarded moment. Once Cain is out of the picture, Roslin promptly promotes Adama to Admiral, and I couldn't help feeling that underlying the objective circumstances that in fact qualified him for the promotion, she was doing herself a favor in elevating him to the position her heart wanted him to occupy. He senses this as well, and acknowledges it in the kiss he gives her before aide/confidant Billy helps the enfeebled President limp back to her quarters.

After that, we don't get many glimpses behind their professional facades with regard to each other until almost the very end of the show. When Roslin finally, at the end of season 4.0, confesses her love and Adama replies, "About time," I think he's echoing pretty much every viewer's thoughts. The intervening tension was well worth it, however. Their romance probably did work better in a slow-simmer on the backburner that infused and informed damn near everything else they did in any other capacity--which was a lot. Foregrounding their romance earlier could have swamped out many other fine occasions that tested and demanded everything the characters and actors had to give in each particular moment.

Their ending, with Roslin's inevitable death and Adama all alone, was as lovely as it was heartbreaking. I've seen a lot of criticisms leveled at the finale, but if I had to say that it committed any cardinal sin, that would be yanking focus off of this conclusion to a long, moving, satisfying and yet ache-inducing arc that arguably served as the emotional backbone of the show, in order to drive home a more philosophical/thematic point.

More to come, on other characters and casting choices . . .

Sunday, January 02, 2011

THE EXORCISM OF ANGELA GRAY by Norman Thaddeus Vane (Belmont Tower 1974)

This is pretty much the perfect paperback to revisit groovy-age horror, because it's all about a hot hippie chick getting raped/impregnated by a demonic goat at the sabbat of some Satanic coven, and expressing the event through her art. Her paintings catch the male progatonist's eye, and she basically moves in with him until she dies of mysterious causes, and then mysteriously begins reappearing to him and to others who were close to her (including the coven-leaders, against whom she bears an understandable grudge). The cover aptly evokes the kind of stylishly-shot Satanic sex/horror flick the novel tries very hard to suggest. If that's your thing, I'd highly recommend this; if not, well, I can't think of much else to say in its favor.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Getting my Groovy back

After last night's sad funk, shopping therapy did wonders for me this morning.  It's amazing (and probably a little pathetic) how much it lifted my spirits to blow a hundred bucks at AbeBooks on groovy-vintage paperbacks about nurses and stewardesses

Which brings me to the "new" direction for this blog--that "Invisible Light" video really reminded me how much I love the groovy age of horror (by which I don't just mean this blog, but the phenomenon for which it's named), and how much I miss being involved with it.  I did kind of burn out for a while, but I think I'm ready to take it up again.  I won't drop the other stuff--my Battlestar Galactica posts are still forthcoming, as are lots of other items that might seem "off-topic" for a blog with this name--but I'm going to start stirring some old, familiar stuff back in, specifically vintage paperback reviews.  As a matter of fact, I hope to have one up within an hour or two.

I couldn't say it last night, but I'll say it now: Happy New Year, Groovy Agers!!!

Happy New Year!



Here in Finland, this is how we cure hangover... works like a charm... now excuse me, while I go get some ice...