Now, I’ll admit that this film hasn’t aged terribly well. The acting is seriously over-the-top, for one thing. The script was adapted almost verbatim from the stage play, which is fine except that movies have (or should have) more scope than plays; Browning didn’t use every tool his medium supplied him with. I really hate David Manners (Jonathan Harker), who made a lot of money playing the boring “hero” in several ‘30’s horror films; Hollywood history would have been a bit brighter if he’d gone into another line of work. Lugosi, of course, wrung every ounce of melodrama out of his role, as was typical of his entire career. The man never did bother to become fluent in English, but in this early role his accent is frankly comical. Although the sets and atmosphere of the movie are beautifully scary at the beginning, when we’re in Transylvania, once the scene shifts to London the movie loses any edge it had. And don’t tell me the film’s problems are a product of the time in which it was made…Frankenstein came out just a few months later, and it is dramatically superior (and still holds up well today). 14 February 2006
The Golden Anniversary
Now, I’ll admit that this film hasn’t aged terribly well. The acting is seriously over-the-top, for one thing. The script was adapted almost verbatim from the stage play, which is fine except that movies have (or should have) more scope than plays; Browning didn’t use every tool his medium supplied him with. I really hate David Manners (Jonathan Harker), who made a lot of money playing the boring “hero” in several ‘30’s horror films; Hollywood history would have been a bit brighter if he’d gone into another line of work. Lugosi, of course, wrung every ounce of melodrama out of his role, as was typical of his entire career. The man never did bother to become fluent in English, but in this early role his accent is frankly comical. Although the sets and atmosphere of the movie are beautifully scary at the beginning, when we’re in Transylvania, once the scene shifts to London the movie loses any edge it had. And don’t tell me the film’s problems are a product of the time in which it was made…Frankenstein came out just a few months later, and it is dramatically superior (and still holds up well today). 05 December 2005
Supercrazycool Illusion

And now, here's the exact same picture if you're looking at it correctly:

I wish I knew this guy's name so I could tell you, but I don't. If anyone out there does, let me know so I can give him his props. I've included a bunch more of his work below.
22 October 2005
Come Out To Play

Also, who out there remembers the late-70’s trash classic The Warriors? Come on, don’t be ashamed to admit it; I know a lot of you have seen and loved it. In fact, maybe too many people saw and loved it. It obviously had an impact completely out of proportion to the amount of money spent filming it, or skill spent writing the dialog. Marion Jones did some commercials based on the DJ character a few years back, Twisted Sister mocked its final confrontation scene at the beginning of one of their albums, and Shaq can’t ever speak in front of a crowd without mimicking Cyrus’ booming call to the gangland armies: “CAN YOU DIG IT?”
For those who suffered through deprived childhoods (or weren’t old enough to be watching B-movies twenty-five years ago), the plot of the movie was pretty simple. There’s a gangland rally somewhere in the Bronx, where each of 100 different gangs have sent 9 delegates each to form a gangland army under the leadership of the charismatic and legendary Cyrus, leader of the Grammercy Riffs, New York’s biggest and most feared gang. The idea is that, with well-coordinated army of street-tested kids 60,000 strong, Cyrus and his people can conquer Manhattan (which, as Cyrus points out, is protected by only 20,000 cops)
But, just as Cyrus is ready to lead the mighty and poorly-dressed army to the promised land, tragedy strikes. At the climax of his speech he’s murdered. The murder is committed by Luther,
the psychotic leader of the Rogues, but for reasons that have never been clear to me, he is able to shift suspicion to the Warriors, one of the gangs in attendance. The other gangs are outraged and turn on the Warriors, whose leader is murdered right there. The rest of them, though, manage to escape the rally.
They start to head back to their home base at Coney Island, but by now word is out about what happened in the Park, and every gang in the city is after them for
killing Cyrus; and no sooner do they escape the territory of one gang than they find themselves under attack from another. And they can’t hide, ‘cause there’s a DJ (we never see anything of her but her mouth) announcing their progress across the city, letting everyone know exactly where they are and dedicating songs to them such as “Nowhere To Run.” So, it’s kind of like the Odyssey, only without ships and, you know, rather than Greek heroes there’s a lot of Afros and denim jackets.
And the gangs they meet! What a bizarre and well-imagined bunch of hooligans! Everyone’s favorites, of course, were the Furies
, a bunch that dressed in Yankee uniforms and garish face paint, and (as you would expect) assaulted their enemies with baseball bats. The scene where the Warriors beat the hell out of the Furies with their own stolen bats is a classic of the genre (if, in fact, there is a genre associated with this movie). Also memorable are the Lizzies,
an all-girl gang who bring the boys into their hideout under the pretense of hiding (and seducing) them, only to turn on them once they’ve got them off the street. And, of course, the Orphans, the gang made up of kids no other gang wants, whose only uniform is matching pea-green T-shirts and who weren’t even invited to Cyrus’ rally. The main cool thing about them is that Mercy (Deborah Van Valkenburgh, who also just appeared as Casey in The Devil's Rejects), one of the gang's girls, leaves them and joins the Warriors. Doesn't seem like the best time to do that to me, but hey, what are you gonna do? Anyway, I always thought if I had a daughter I'd name her Mercy, in honor of this movie (I tried to talk Pancho into this with his older daughter, but he wouldn't do it).
Between encounters with these folks, the Warriors meet a host of spectacularly-dressed but screen-time-challenged gangs such as the Boppers
(my favorite outfits, but I always have loved purple silk). The Boppers' name, actually, kinda screws up the plot, since the DJ calls all the gangs looking for the Warrior "boppers." Still, cool outfits. If I was in New York in 1979 (well, and if I was black), I'd have wanted to join them. Pancho digs the Punks, roller-skating freaks who ambush the Warriors in a subway restroom.
They seem to like stripes and overalls; kinda geeky, but it's a damn good fight scene. Finally of course there are the Rogues, pursuing the Warriors across the city and looking like they came fresh from a Guns & Roses video audition. When the Warriors finally make it back to Coney Island, it’s the Rogues who first flush them out,
with Luther banging glass bottles together on his fingers and chanting, “Warriors…come out to play…” in a wail that gets gradually higher more ear-splitting the longer he does it.
And then in the last scene, the Warriors emerge from combat with the Rogues to find themselves alone on the beach, staring down every gang in New York. I’m telling you, it’s a classic. As the New York Times said in the original 1979 film review: “The film is as handsome to watch as it is preposterous to listen to, full of gorgeous nocturnal city images that splash blaring neon colors against filthy, rain-slicked gray. (Director Walter Hill) uses subways, jukeboxes, spectacularly eerie costumes and deserted streets to create a stark yet extravagant visual style, and a grimy little world in which everything looks curiously brand-new.”
If you’ve managed to miss it this long, go rent it immediately. And if you’ve seen it before, wipe off the dust and watch it again, ‘cause I’ve got some crazy news for ya. Rockstar Games, the folks who did Grand Theft Auto, are coming out with a Warriors game for the PS2 and the Xbox. Now, I don’t have either of those game platforms, but I’m still getting that game, just to have it. If you’re a friend of mine and I find out you’ve got a PS2, be ready for me to start bugging you to invite me over for game night.
I’ve seen the previews at GameSpot, and it looks really good. The thing that makes me happiest, of course, is that the DJ is still sending out waves of evildoers after our heroes…the game wouldn’t work without her. In fact, all the characters from the movie are there, and they did a real good job with the meshes and the voices. Check out the game's website
. Also, action figures are being released, if you can believe that. So, basically, this is the happiest day of my life, I’m gonna go bliss out for a while. Will write an actual post tomorrow or something.
14 October 2005
God, King, and Country
I don't know if by mere quotation I can fully convey the relentless march of vapid abstractions that mark Miers's prose. Nearly every idea is vague and depersonalized. Nearly every debatable point is elided. It's not that Miers didn't attempt to tackle interesting subjects. She wrote about unequal access to the justice system, about the under-representation of minorities in the law and about whether pro bono work should be mandatory. But she presents no arguments or ideas, except the repetition of the bromide that bad things can be eliminated if people of good will come together to eliminate bad things.Or as she puts it, "There is always a necessity to tend to a myriad of responsibilities on a number of cases as well as matters not directly related to the practice of law." And yet, "Disciplining ourselves to provide the opportunity for thought and analysis has to rise again to a high priority."
The idea of being open to “faith” is a powerful one; the longing to surrender the self to another who can provide certainty is an enduring part of the human psyche. However, for those who believe in the importance of using reason to define the truth, this surrender must raise concerns. Plato, for instance, specifically condemned “faith” as a means of finding the truth; for him the only secure way of understanding the immaterial world was through the use of reason…Although there is no evidence that Paul knew of Plato’s thought, we can assume that he realized that his concept of “faith” was vulnerable when set against the mainstream of the Greek intellectual tradition. As we have seen, he may have been unsettled by his confrontation with the pagan philosophers in Athens. His response was to hit back with highly emotional rhetoric, the only weapon to hand. So for Paul it is not only the Law that has been superseded by the coming of Christ, it is the concept of rational argument, the core of the Greek intellectual achievement itself. “The more they (non-Christians) called themselves philosophers,” he tells the Romans (I:21-22), “the more stupid they grew…they made nonsense out of logic and their empty minds were darkened.”…There is something of the mystic in Paul’s disregard of logic (and a paradox in the way he uses his considerable rhetorical skills to attack the very intellectual tradition of which logic was a part). This disregard had unfortunate consequences. As Paul’s writings came to be seen as authoritative, it became a mark of the committed Christian to be able to reject rational thought, and even the evidence of empirical experience. Christians would often pride themselves on their lack of education, associating independent philosophical thinking with the sin of pride….the Greek intellectual tradition was to be increasingly stifled by the churches. So here are the roots of the conflict between religion and science that still pervades debates on Christianity to this day. By proposing that Christian faith (which exists in the world of muthos) might contain “truths” superior to those achieved by rational argument (logoi), it was Paul, perhaps unwittingly in that he appears to have known virtually nothing of the Greek philosophical tradition he condemned, who declared the war and prepared the battlefield.
10 October 2005
Hang On A Minute
As a result, this isn’t gonna be a terribly long post. I mostly just didn’t want you folks to get bored in my absence, so I thought I’d better come ‘round and say hello. And, since I haven’t done anything but work this week, there wouldn’t be much to report if I did have the time.
However, I did want to gloat, just real quick. Tom DeLay sucks balls.
Also, to remind the guy I’m having the theological semi-debate with: you’re gonna have to gimme a couple more days. Sorry.
03 October 2005
The Endangered Pleasure of Smoking
01 October 2005
The Wrath of God
Bill Bennett, for example (and there’s no one I love to pick on more than Bill Bennett, whose picture I include courtesy of the Washington Post) had a good one on his radio show the other day, when he pointed out that if we abort all black fetuses we'll have a lower crime rate. The actual quote, if you're interested, was: “I do know that it's true that if you wanted to reduce crime, you could—if that were your sole purpose, you could abort every black baby in this country, and your crime rate would go down.”New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf Coast have always been known for gambling, sin and wickedness...It is the kind of behavior that ultimately brings the judgment of God… Warnings year after year by godly evangelists and preachers went unheeded. So why were we surprised when finally the hand of judgment fell? Sadly, innocents suffered along with the guilty. Sin always brings suffering to good people as well as the bad…. We all need to embrace godliness and churchgoing and good, godly living, and we can get divine protection for that point…The Lord is sending appeals to us. As harsh as it may sound, those hurricanes do say that God is real, and we have to realize sin has consequences… If you are believer and read the Bible, you know sin has judgment. New Orleans has always been known for sin... The wages of sin is death.
26 September 2005
Appalachian Apocalypse
At least one New Orleans-area resident believes God created the storm as punishment because of the recent role the United States played in expelling Jews from Gaza. On Sunday evening, Bridgett Magee of Slidell, La., told the Christian website Jerusalem Newswire that she saw the hurricane "as a direct 'coming back on us' [for] what we did to Israel: a home for a home." Stan Goodenough, a website columnist, described Katrina as “the fist of God” in a Monday column. “What America is about to experience is the lifting of God’s hand of protection; the implementation of His judgment on the nation most responsible for endangering the land and people of Israel,” Goodenough writes. “The Bible talks about Him shaking His fist over bodies of water, and striking them.”
My first thought on hearing this was, where do you go to recruit exorcists? Are there certain bars or nightclubs they hang out at? But they aren't actually trying to find exorcists; they need regular-folks (well, probably regular-priest) volunteers, and they’re offering to train you. Among the things you’ll learn is how to pick the devil out of rock music and video games and what, exactly, you’re supposed to say to him, as well as how to tell genuine possession from various false positives like, say, schizophrenia.
A few interesting bits like that. But, on the whole, the website is lamentably short on craziness, which leads me to believe that I would have been disappointed in the seminar as well. The big problem with the site is that there isn’t anything much about the end of the world on it. I was hoping to read some of what I missed hearing this weekend, but no luck. How can you have an organization dedicated to warning people about the end times, and then not talk about the end of the world on your website? If the end is really imminent, isn’t it counter-productive to make people hunt around for important information? Just put it on the homepage, okay? 14 September 2005
...in which the author is doing significantly better than the Government...
September 14, 2005 Issue 41•37
HOUSTON—On Tuesday, Halliburton received a $110 million no-bid government contract to pry the gold fillings from the mouths of deceased disaster victims in the New Orleans-Gulf Coast area. "We are proud to serve the government in this time of crisis by recovering valuable resources from the wreckage of this deadly storm," said David J. Lesar, Halliburton's president. "The gold we recover from the human rubble of Katrina can be used to make fighter-jet electronics, supercomputer chips, inflation-proof A-grade investments, and luxury yachting watches."
Friday—One pitcher of beer.
Saturday—Two bottles of beer with lunch, and a pitcher that night.
Sunday—Nothing. Not a drop
Monday—One beer at lunch, and half a bottle of wine.
Tuesday—A little bit more nothing.
07 September 2005
Good Movies and Cheap Wine

Still fighting, and losing, the Battle of the Bottle. I’m in a thing now where I don’t drink at all for a day or two, and then go on a binge. That’s not good, really…although most of my drinking lately has consisted of binges, so perhaps it’s good that I’m down to two or three of them a week. 

What a great group of characters. There isn’t really much of a story, and what there is doesn’t make much sense (really, if they could make enough to buy the store with a “save the Empire” show, why didn’t they do it years ago?), but you watch this one for the characters.
, which I’ve been wanting to see for a long time. Now, I’m into the stranger films, and I can usually follow pretty convoluted plots. For David Lynch in particular I’ve got an affinity; he and I are frequently on the same wavelength. But I gotta say, this one got me. I was okay ‘til they opened the blue box. I could see things coming together, but as soon as she opened that box, I was done. - Large empty rooms with the actors at the far end;
- Convoluted plots that may or may not make sense with or without the use of hallucinogenics;
- Music by Angelo Badalamenti; and
- Quasi-sex scenes that give my mother nightmares.
I watched Darkness, as well, because I’ve got a bad thing for Anna Paquin
(and have had since she was a ten-year-old doing commercials, which I probably shouldn’t admit in public). Anyhow, I liked it. I thought it was well-shot, and although I’ve never been a Lena Olin fan I thought it was well-casted; in fact, I even liked her in it.
I mean, aren’t we done with the ritual sacrifice of children yet? And since it was immediately obvious that Iain Glen’s character was the escapee from the original massacre, the ending was a bit predictable as well. And when they tried to add a twist to his death it just seemed kind of stilted. I’ve got no problem with everyone dying at the end (my favorite movie is Night of the Living Dead, after all), but I thought it could have been done better. In other words, I loved everything but the last half-hour. It was still worth seeing.
And I finally got to see Sin City. I’ve heard so much about how violent this film is, but really, I think that was all exaggeration. I mean, it is violent, but I’ve seen far more violent films in my time. And not just “B” horror films and
Tromo efforts; many major pictures are bloodier, like the Kill Bill movies. I mean, yeah, it’s gory in bits, like Elijah Wood getting eaten by dogs, but really… 








