No Sense

Again we show not what mankind has become, society has become. Again we show what mankind in society has always been. We have nefarious breeds and heroic breeds. Dumb breeds that need the brave breeds for survival. The newest breeds are greedy and lazy or greedy and determined, and dumb. They've stopped lying to us. Now, they lie right in front of us betting humanity's majority are overworked, overly medicated, or overly dependent on the government as they indulge in their sedentary bliss.

Interesting that there have been two consecutive bombings the same week the newest Man of Steel trailer premiered, which also coincided with Superman's 75th birthday. Hollywood's soil-scented desperation has sunk to an ultimate low. However, that flick is going to make a galaxy's amount of money.        

It is what we are. It is what we've always been. Mankind has always killed, raped, plundered; mankind has also saved, created, triumphed, but today we let the machines do those things for us. It's not about what the world is coming to, it's about what people have always been only back then the population wasn't retarding the very planet we live on, and there was no social media. You learned about it either in print or the spoken word long after it happened and long after the significance of the matter had warn off or erupted some desperate, sensitive help monger.

For Chi

A peaceful warrior, a gifted musician, an expressive writer, a charming poet, a wonderful human being.

Your battle is over. You fought bravely. You offered pieces of your heart and soul to the world with all of your art and creations. Rest now and forever for as you showed love, love will always find you even in the afterlife.

R.I.P. Chi Cheng.

Bubblegum Death Song

 I know that I'm going to die listening to crappy music.

A vision randomly flashes in my head from time to time. I think it's my death; sometimes hope.

The song Hello is pounding off the walls as an EMT defibrillates the shit outta me. In the vision sometimes the EMT is jamming with his headphones on, hopefully listening to something better than my future pop-requiem.

Yeah, I Saw It - Hypothermia (2010)

During an annual ice fishing getaway, a family is joined by a father and son who prefer bringing society's luxuries with them. They soon know their quarrel needs to cease because something beneath the ice has begun stalking them in the lake and on the land.

For the most part, Hypothermia kept my interest and offered some chills (HA! Pun). It has a short running time which helps it in every way. This is not the type of film you drag out for ninety minutes. That kind of mentality has hurt too many thrillers and horror movies. Writer/Director James Felix McKenney got it right.

There violence is satisfying and hurts equally because you might let some of these characters grow on you. It's a character driven movie that finally allows Michael Rooker to play a decent human being. He's usually playing scumbags and psychotics, which is also welcomed. Blanche Baker just about steals the show as Helen, wife to Michael Rooker's Ray. When it's time for her character to lead, she grabs the reigns and will be damned if she's giving them back.

It was relieving to see an actor in a  well made creature outfit. Most of the computer simulations were reserved for underwater movements. There was one land scene that made me jump.

And because I said that, I will now say this - I went into Hypothermia without having seen any trailers or read anything other than the synopsis on my TV screen. I have seen the trailer since then and I can't say I would've enjoyed the movie as much if I had seen previews prior to watching the movie.

Yeah, I Watched It - Stitches (2012)

Stitches is an undead party clown out for revenge on those responsible for his death. Go watch this movie. You're welcome.

 Director Connor McMahon and co-writer David O'Connor craft an entertaining splatter-fest. They kept everything simple, mixing the CGI gore well with the live-action type. Ross Noble is a thrill to watch as Stitches as the film establishes a fresh mythology with either great potential or a single, thankful punch to the cinematic face.

Stitches works because it's simple and you have people doing their jobs well.

Bad Movie Night

The Frankenstein Theory (2013) is blowing icy boredom-chunks all over my screen. It's from the creators and makers of The Last Exorcism which already left me sour, but my love of the Frankenstein era led me to watching it. I'm glad, now I know it is awful.

A geek believes that Mary Shelly's Frankenstein is a true story disguised as fiction and this his ancestor was the creator of the monster. They drag you around ice and snow with mindless bantering and once again no worthy payoff or exciting violence to keep you interested.

For a great experience in Frankenstein lore, read the graphic novel from Avatar Press Warren Ellis' Frankenstein's Womb written by the madman Warren Ellis with immaculate artwork by Marek Oleksicki.

It's NOT a REMAKE!

I have no qualms over the making of this latest Evil Dead. Even if I did, who gives 2 licks off a camel's taint? I'm no moviemaker, no millionaire; they're the ones making this thing. Thankfully, the franchise still rests in the hands of its fathers - Sam Raimi and Bruce Campbell - this is their magnum opus; the highlight of their respective legacies. Or perhaps Sam Raimi has a profound fascination with For the Love of the Game and cuts himself every time Kevin Costner's character strikes out a batter; I don't know, he's a kooky fellow.

My only objection is that it has been marketed for almost two years as a remake when it is absolutely not a remake. As more has been revealed about this project it is a continuation of the original story, but to bring in further interest from the non-horror cinema lovers, slap the remake tag on it and supposedly more money is supposed to flow its direction.

Place a subtitle on it, I'm cool; call it Evil Dead 3, fine, but call it what it is.

Eventually, I will see it; no doubt I will most likely enjoy it. Plus, listening and reading about what the future has in store for this franchise, I'm excited for the future, but I'm not rushing to see this one just yet. I'll let all The Walking Dead wannabes fill the seats and indulge in the gore porn. I've got the killer clown flick Stitches to keep my bloodlust satisfied for now.

Mp3 Memories

As a training tool, my mp3 was at times crucial to my concentration. I've never cared about hearing anything, simply finding something to ignore. When I squatted five-hundred pounds for the first time, I'm not sure what monstrous sonata was blaring from the ear buds, but the digital sound-wall blocked out the natural noise around me; the voices of people having conversations that I don't want to hear, the hokey music emanating from the gym's surround-speakers, with my body and mind in unison, ready to redo the undone.

There have been occasions when the headphones were more a distraction than an adherent. On those occasions, I removed them. What else? Stupid.

Mp3 D.O.A.

Today, one of my favorite, essential life tools has revealed its inevitable mortality. My favorite mp3 player is dying. Thousands of workout sessions, thousands of artistic escapades, and thousands of hours of studying logged in with that tiny tool.

It was there when we were awakened by the baby seal as Craig David’s 7 Days crooned through the headphones. Damn if I didn’t feel like kissing it back, except previously we hadn’t been travelling with any animals, and its shit-fish breath immediately killed my morning wood. Also, I was clueless at the time that we were leaving Wisconsin possibly having stolen a baby seal.