Thoughts on movies, comic books, life, and other nonsense, by someone who should know better
I admit, I gave up watching Ben Wheatley’s A Field In England about half an hour in (I’ll return to it, though), but because I still wanted to watch a movie, I went with The House On Pine Street, a 2015 independent horror movie summarized as “a woman with an unwanted pregnancy moves into a haunted house”. Seemed pretty decent from that brief logline. And that’s pretty much how I would rate it. Continue reading “Movie Review: THE HOUSE ON PINE STREET”
Approaching the Unknown is the story of a one-way trip to Mars. I watched the movie as one of many people on Earth who would consider a solo, never-to-return trip to the cosmos. I don’t know what the appeal is of that. Science? Not for me. Personally speaking, I live my life unencumbered by any notion of the supernatural, but I’m no scientist either. Don’t get me wrong, the universe to me is a vast and wondrous place, but I don’t have the mind or discipline to exist from one day to the next carrying out one mundane experiment after another. Yet the idea of sailing off into oblivion by myself appeals to me. Continue reading “Movie Review: APPROACHING THE UNKNOWN”
On the way back from my appointment at the VA, I stopped by this old antique place. A real chintzy little hole in the wall that I ‘d seen umpteen times, but never thought about. I was bored. Didn’t want to go home right away after hearing that the dosage of my meds had to be increased. Depressing. I thought about Sophia and how shitty I had been to her the last time I saw her. I felt bad. I felt bad a lot, for a whole bunch of things. Ever since I got back from Afghanistan nothing seems connected anymore, not like how things used to be. The VA doctor said upping the meds will help me feel like things are still together, not drifting apart. Continue reading “Short Fiction: THIS NIGHT HAS OPENED MY EYES”
Funny thing about this movie, or more precisely, how I reacted to the trailer. “I’ll never pay to see a movie with John Goodman!” I said, and never went to see it theatrically because of that. It isn’t that I hate Goodman, but for some reason he annoys me. Like Morgan Freeman, seeing him on the big screen is not something I enjoy. I can’t explain it, then again, I don’t have to. Watching 10 Cloverfield Lane last night, I realized that I’d robbed myself of a very decent cinematic experience. Continue reading “Movie Review: 10 CLOVERFIELD LANE”
BY TERRY BEATTY
I suppose I could be convinced to change my mind by a great guest list or the promise of a trip to an interesting location — but I think I’m done with “comic cons.” I won’t call them comic book conventions, because they’re not that, really, anymore. The last one I attended that felt like a real comic book show was OafCon in Oklahoma — which is specifically themed around vintage comics and paper collectibles — and was wonderful. My SupaNova experience in Australia was great, because they LOVE The Phantom there. But the last few shows I’ve attended elsewhere have been disappointing. Continue reading “Guest Opinion: WHY I’M DONE WITH COMIC-CONS”
AT THE FOOTHILLS OF MADNESS 