It’s been a long road, friends. And soon it will be finished. This is my first big project in a long time. Needless to say, I’m very excited to have it complete so I can send it off to the publishers.
As for details, what you see is what you get in terms of the actual art. Her name is Noey and, well, she’s a bit troubled. Afraid to connect, but not wanting the absence of connection, she picks her prey and injects them full of troubled thoughts before sending them off into the great below. Who hasn’t dreamed of such a wonderful woman!
This will probably be the last update for a while (maybe until I finish it).
Until then, happy thoughts!
In case you haven’t figured it out by now, the infamous horror site Bloody-Disgusting.com has invited me to start writing some reviews for them…OFFICIALLY! That’s right, no more hiding out in the “User Reviews” section. I’ll have my name (and alias “CaptainHowdy”) right up their in the “Official BD Review” tab. I would like to thank Mr. Disgusting himself, Brad Miska for this excellent opportunity.
As for the review, I’ll only be posting part of it here. Should you want to finish it, I’ll include a link to the site. I love pointless website promotion, don’t you?
Let me start this off by saying I have a curse. The entire realm of horror dates back long before I was born. Most of its true fans can agree that the movies aren’t what they used to be. Things have changed over the generations and the fault lies in the audience. Horror movies are perhaps the most interesting of all the genres because of one simple fact: its audience always wants more. We need the envelope to be pushed over and over again. This, in turn, desensitizes us. And the circle starts all over again. We see a throat get cut enough times in the movies and you’d better believe we’re going to want the whole fucking head to be cut off next time. The days of simple scares are over. And this is my curse. I buy into the bullshit 100 percent. I can’t wait to see how the movies are going to shock us next. I watch a movie like The Blob and I fall asleep. Then something as ridiculous as Saw V comes around and I’m glued. The Thing is a very special movie. It is one of the few older horror movies that I absolutely adore. And one reason for this is its ability to break my curse and scare the hell out of me. What makes The Thing work is its outstanding ability to join generations together for a ride that will have us all on the edge of our seats…
Antarctica. Perhaps the coldest, loneliest place imaginable. In the midst of its endless miles of frozen wasteland a team of American scientists are gathered for an expedition. It is made very clear from beginning they have all been out there too long. Almost immediately, things get moving with a surprise visit. A dog comes charging into their camp trying to escape a gunman. We immediately sense the man’s desperation. He wants this dog dead. And fast. Without revealing too much, what follows is nothing short of horror genius. For this small group of scientists in this cold and lonely place, all they had to keep themselves sane was each other. And it’s that very sanity that tests them all in the end.
To read the full review, go to: http://www.bloody-disgusting.com/film/163/review
If you’re a movie-buff, you know the name David Lynch. What that name means to you, however, could be many different things. To some, it means complexity. To others, confusion. But when I see that name, the first word that comes to mind is “Art.” Watching his films has always been more like going to an art show than watching a movie. The images you see defy the norms of everyday cinema. And if you try to watch it as such, you won’t get much out of it. That and you’ll probably end up giving yourself a migraine.
David Lynch is known for his extremely abstract way of presenting his films. From Eraserhead all the way up to Mulholland Drive he has been expanding our minds by presenting us with nothing short of artistic brilliance. Lost Highway is no exception. Describing the plot of a Lynch film seems trivial, as the only way to understand it is to experience it. However, though often recommended for mainstream cinema, I would advise against walking blind into a film by David Lynch…especially if you’ve never experienced one before. The magnitude of his complexity can often be too much for a viewer who might be expecting something a little more (dare I say) ordinary. And since I can’t say that everyone who reads this is a Lynch aficionado, a plot description might do well. Off we go…
(to read the full review, go to: http://www.bloody-disgusting.com/film/5266/review)
It’s not terribly often a movie comes along and has you begging to find out what happens. I often found myself literally yelling at the screen. With every step forward the film takes, you are drawing nearer to a kind of cinema-watching insanity. The ropes keep getting tighter and tighter and when your final clue hits you, everything becomes very real. Even once you know what kind of film you’re watching, the relief never comes. The tension stays with you for those last grueling minutes.
Mel and Jules, just returning from a not-so-delightful vacation, arrive at the airport seemingly burnt out. Their demeanor resembling that of a tired college student’s weekend adventure mixed with a “back to reality” attitude. Nevertheless, they are immediately stamped by a couple of guys as sex-hungry wild things (one with much less interest in the idea than the other) and make laughable attempts to pick them up. The effort is ridiculous, going so far as to change their direction of travel just to follow these girls on the shuttle ride. The girls are waiting at the baggage claim to eventually discover their bags were lost somewhere in the ridiculous labyrinth that accompanies our air-travel system. A trip to the customer service desk later, they arrive outside in the rain awaiting their airline chariot. And as soon as they step aboard, you fasten your imaginary seat belt because you know what’s coming…at least you think you do.
I can honestly say if it weren’t for the trailers, Tony Curran’s performance would have easily been able to convince me that he was a genuinely nice guy through the first parts of the film. He did a wonderful job throughout the film. He pretty much had to play three different parts: The nice guy, the badass, and the shameful bad guy. And in all three he succeeded. The girls played their parts well, too. Though the tough heroine character gets a little old, somebody has to do it and Peyton List was perfect for the job. She did however slightly remind me of Lauren German’s character in Hostel 2. As for Cameron Goodman, she did an excellent job in making me thoroughly hate her character. It may not seem like it, but this is a compliment. An actor or actress that can make you feel anything powerful is usually a good one.
You’re probably wondering why, after all these compliments, I gave this movie a slightly above average rating. Well let’s talk about it. The ending, as marvelous as it is, made me feel like the rest of the movie was a waste of time. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the experience of watching a movie, but I’m also a big collector. These means that if a movie can be watched more than once and still have a similar feeling to the first time…perfection. If not, the film loses a lot of its value for me. Although I did buy the movie, I would have been completely content in just renting it. As I stated earlier, the film’s finish hits you very hard (see the Gnar Rating below). It’s sad and slightly frightening as it could easily happen. After all, these things are still going on around us and most of us have no idea. You almost (yes, almost) want to feel bad for Tony’s character, as he is obviously a struggling American making money probably the only way that isn’t belittling to a man of his likely education. Though I can’t even imagine what it must do to him morally. (SPOILERS AHEAD) The problem comes into play when the credits roll and you’re wondering why you just sat through over five lengthy battle sequences to get to the only conclusion that was possible for this movie. For the ending’s sake, there is no way they could have ended with anybody escaping.
To conclude, let me say that I enjoyed almost everything about the movie, especially it’s ability to keep the tension flowing. So my advice, see it. See it once and enjoy it.
So this all began when I got a cup of cold water poured on me in the shower. And since my simple mammal mind could not get past the idea of retaliation, I waited till my fiancée went to go pick up her daughter and smeared lotion all over the kitchen linoleum. A prank gone hilariously wrong.