April 26, 2015
This is an indie horror/comedy from New Zealand about the adventures of a group of vampire flatmates. If you haven’t heard about this yet, you should see the trailer. No, really, you should:
I swear I wrote “Paranormal Bromance” before I ever heard about this thing. (Actually, the two stories have little in common except being about vampire flatmates. Well, that and they both reference Twilight and The Lost Boys, and I don’t know what it means that it’s apparently impossible to write a current vampire comedy without referencing Twilight and The Lost Boys, but there you go. Anyhoo.)
My friends and I had so much fun with this. It’s funny, it’s quotable (if you see people randomly posting online “We’re werewolves not swearwolves,” which I have seen happening, it’s from this.) And it’s actually, strangely affecting. There’s a Nosferatu named Peter living in the basement and we all agreed that we liked him a lot, even though he never says a word. We worried about what was going to happen to Stu. I think I’ve actually been to that nightclub.
So yeah, if you’re like me and were never able to take the usual brand of angst-ridden metrosexual vampires seriously, you’ll probably get a kick out of this.
And I need to do some digging, but is New Zealand becoming the world capital of horror comedy? I mean, you all have seen Black Sheep, haven’t you? Haven’t you???
April 24, 2015
I think it may be Spring. I mean, really spring, and not just the date on the calendar. I mean, we had snow last week. I was back in boots and my parka. But this week? Well, I turned on the sprinkler system. I’m planning my first trip to the local farmer’s market tomorrow. I cleared out all the dead stuff from my container garden. I now have a bunch of pots full of freshly turned dirt waiting for new plants. I was doing all this work in capri pants and flip flops. That sure feels like spring.
I’m ready for spring, finally. Even if we get another snow, new plants should be okay. Maybe I really can start wearing shorts and tank tops. I had just about forgotten what it feels like to be warm outside. This happens every year — I feel like some tired mollusk creeping out of its shell. A little bit relieved, a little bit shy, because this is Colorado and we could get one more big snow.
But right now, I think it might really, actually be spring, at last.
April 22, 2015
Here’s what I posted on Facebook about it:
This season on Agents of SHIELD:
“We have to do X, we have no other choice.”
“That’s a really bad idea.”
“Yes, but right now X is our only option for advancing the plot.”
*pulls ripcord, bails on show*
I’m tired of letting loyalty to a brand force me into watching a crappy show. There are moments of brilliance — Kyle Maclachlan’s Cal is so deliciously crazy. The slow burn revelation of superpowered people is really interesting. But the moment in last night’s episode when Bobbie and Mac are sparring and they stop and basically say, “Maybe we were wrong about Coulson,” I just about screamed and hit the TV, because this means they’re basically going to undo the last six weeks of plot and the show has just been spinning its wheels in the stupidest way possible.
If this is the same thing that happened last season — the show’s hands being tied because they can’t step on the toes of the big movie release — then Marvel really needs to work on their structure because this is dumb and is making for some bad TV.
Or they could just, you know, give us more “Agent Carter.” *hint hint*
April 20, 2015
My Facebook feed was jam packed with convention stuff this weekend. Starfest, Star Wars Celebration, and what seemed like a dozen other conventions. I’d see pictures and get confused as to which convention I was looking at. Starfest was cool as usual. The highlight might have been Victoria Price’s presentation about her father, Vincent Price. Getting that kind of in-depth and personal insight into such a great icon was really special.
So there’s a new Star Wars trailer. Yeah, it’ll do.
And now my take on the series finale of Justified: Sobbed like a baby for the last five minutes. The end brought everything all the way back around to the beginning, and that was great.
I still think they completely screwed up Ava. And they did it two seasons ago. This last season once again demonstrated that Boyd can shoot people in just about every episode — in the back, in the front, impulsively, calculatingly — and he doesn’t worry about where the body goes or getting caught. But the one time Ava did it, we had to spend an entire season running around having vapors and doing stupid things that practically ensured she’d get caught. And when she came back from prison, was she tough? Was she mad? Was she hardened? No, she became entirely reactive, uncertain, at the mercy of both Boyd and Raylen. Even when she developed a plan and shot Boyd, that was in response to her discovering that Boyd shot Dewey, not because of any long-term goal. Even after stealing the money, what does she do? Runs all over the mountain, begging her uncle for help, whining and crying when the new plan doesn’t go well. This is not the Ava who laid out her husband with a shotgun in episode #1. I don’t believe this Ava is real.
And that last scene. Maybe I missed it, but the show failed to answer one important question: did Ava want that baby? How did she feel about the pregnancy? She avoided getting pregnant for years, so one assumes she planned this, but did she plan it, or did Boyd? Boyd talked about having kids. She didn’t. So she has a baby, she obviously loves the baby, but at any point did she want a baby? Understanding that forced pregnancy is one of the ways abusers control their victims, and considering how Boyd treated Ava throughout this season, this is actually a really important question. Just think about the implications for a minute, and realize the show had an opportunity for one last moment of really gut-punchy characterization. But instead of going that route, this seemed more like a ploy to make Ava seem more likeable and sympathetic at the end.
So yeah, Loretta may be the most interesting and well-developed female character on the show. But maybe that’s just me.
April 17, 2015
Once again I will be taking part in the HorrorFest segment of StarFest — Saturday only, tomorrow! Signing books, doing panels, shopping for geek stuff. Maybe I’ll see you there?
Behold, the latest newsletter of the Holy Taco Church, a place devoted entirely to food and words. YUM.
I’m trying to figure out what else is coming up, but all my calendar says is “dentist appointment.” Grrrr. I do know a couple of short stories are going to be wending their way online over the summer, and we’re gearing up for the release of KITTY SAVES THE WORLD. I haven’t started getting nervous yet, but I’m sure I will at some point very soon. Yikes!
Here’s a sneak peek from the book’s playlist, Ian Cooke’s “Fortitude”:
April 15, 2015
Did I ever talk about the playlist for Paranormal Bromance? I don’t think I did! Like other shorter stories from Kitty World, this doesn’t have a playlist, but it does have a song that got stuck on repeat while I was writing it. This one:
It’s funny, because I’m not a fan of Nirvana. Never was. They hit big when I was college and I should have been exactly in the demographic of their fan base. The thing was, I wasn’t done with the New Wave yet, and the grunge movement was specifically a reaction to the 1980’s electronic pop music that I loved, and it annoyed the hell out of me. The popularity of Nirvana annoyed the hell out of me. There were a couple of years there where I couldn’t seem to get away from them.
But the characters in Paranormal Bromance? They would have been fans. And while hearing Nirvana turn up on classic rock stations over the last ten years has amused me to no end, it would really bother Sam — as he states in the story. (For my part, hearing Duran Duran turn up on the local Oldies station — not the classic rock station, mind you, the actual oldies station, the same one that used to play Buddy Holly all the time — led to much wailing and gnashing of teeth.)
So, I listened to Nirvana voluntarily for the first time ever. And I have to admit, I do like this song. It belongs with the story.
April 13, 2015
I went to see this for the costumes. SO MUCH CHIFFON. I came out of it thinking that this is a movie about the terrible promises we make to the dead.
One other thing: It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the animated version, but I’m pretty sure the old animated Cinderella is more active and has more agency than this live action Cinderella. In the animated movie, when the stepmother smashes the slipper that’s been brought for the girls to try on, and Cinderella slyly says, “You see, I have the other slipper.” That’s a slam-bang moment. She’s got wit and plans ahead. She stands up for herself. She’s not going to let that bitch hold her back.
The live action one? Apparently having “courage and being kind” means sitting back and accepting your fate. The only reason she gets to try on the slipper is because the prince’s entourage hears her singing, and that’s only because the mice opened the window. This Cinderella is a more old-fashioned heroine than the animated Cinderella — she is rewarded for her passive virtues, not because she actually does anything.
I can see that the live-action movie wanted to change things up by having the stepmother smash Cinderella’s slipper instead of the prince’s, but all that ends up doing is removing Cinderella’s one avenue of agency. I kind of hate that.
(My movie viewing has not been very timely recently. There just hasn’t been a lot of motivation to go to movies. But May — holy cow, May’s going to be a big movie month. Avengers 2, Mad Max Fury Road, Tomorrowland — and am I the only one who really wants Tomorrowland to be a straight-up adaptation of Gibson’s “The Gernsback Continuum?”)