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We need another Wizard

You know what 3D hasn’t had yet? The Wizard of Oz. I don’t mean that someone needs to remake The Wiz in 3D, but that there hasn’t been a movie that has demanded a 3D viewing yet. Can you imagine watching The Wizard of Oz without color? It would be horrible, right*? That’s my problem with 3D thus far. There hasn’t been a movie that NEEDS to be in 3D to really get it. Color was integral to The Wizard of Oz. Interestingly enough, Oz was just the final nail in the “Color is just a gimmick” argument’s coffin. It wasn’t the first Technicolor film, it wasn’t even the first big one that we still remember. In fact, like 3D, color went through several technical stages before they started to get it right. It was 3 strip Technicolor** that really did it. Like 3D, color was around for decades before it went beyond the gimmick stage. Some time I should really do a retrospective on the gimmick of color, because it was also a gimmick for a long time. However, once they got it right, they managed to make it really worth something in just three years.

You had Snow White in 1937, The Adventures of Robin Hood in 1938 and then Wizard of Oz & Gone with the Wind in 1939. In three years, you had a fairly wide collection of movies, pretty much something for everyone. While color was not an integral part to most of those, I think most people would have a problem picturing them without color. No one made Black & White prints like they make 2D prints for people who won’t want to see the 3D versions. For that matter, I don’t think there were silent versions of early sound movies either.

That’s the problem, there hasn’t been anything like that yet. Someone has to really sit down and work out visuals for a movie that really ONLY works when seen in 3D. It’s not Alice in Wonderland, and it isn’t Avatar. Haven’t seen it yet, but when it does, it will be the most successful 3D movie ever. Right now, that movie has some serious work to do. If you want to unset the most financially successful 3D movies, hell one of the most successful movies period, you’ve got to unseat The Stewardesses! Yeah, not Avatar. The 3D movie that made the most money for the least investment was a 1969 skinflick that made 300 times its investment back. What’s even more interesting is that according to this review, it was even worse than Avatar. Say what you will about Avatar (and I have) it at least has a plot.

*Yes, yes, I know before 1960-whatever everyone watched it in black and white on TV. Fuck off, I’m trying to make a point here.
**First used for a full length feature in 1935 for Becky Sharp, a movie that exactly no one remembers.


April 25, 2010 Posted by | Uncategorized | | Leave a comment

Horror Anthology Movies

Got a double feature of two old horror movies. Tales of Terror and it’s spiritual sequel Twice-Told Tales. Both of these are anthology movies with three stories each.

And I got to thinking. I’ve also got Creepshow and Creepshow 2, Cat’s Eye and Tales from the Darkside: The Movie. Is there something about horror that leads it to telling being able to tell stories nice and short? The only non-horror anthology movies I can think of are Heavy Metal and Four Rooms, but I don’t have either of those in my collection. I’ve seen them, but I don’t have them. I do have Dolls, but it’s one of those I’ve never had a chance to watch it yet.

I suppose Sin City might count, but I find those stories too interconnected to make it in my mind. My view of an anthology is that they’re only connected through the frame story. Might be dumb, but there it is. Looking at the Wikipedia list (which is never-EVER wrong) almost all them are horror, one or two I think are just plain wrong*, and only a few that aren’t horror. It seems that far more than half are horror though.

I can’t help but wonder why that is. Sci-Fi can be nice and short too, can’t it? There are more sci-fi short stories floating around than there are in horror in my experience. It just seems odd that most the little short story movies are horror.

*Comedy sketch comedy is sketch comedy and does not an anthology make.

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Jack & Jill (Part Sixteen)

Jack & Jill (A Love Story)

A Jack Collier Story

By Brett N. Lashuay



Read last week’s entry here.



Part Sixteen: Purity


            When we got to the top of the hill, I could already hear the sirens in the distance. Cole was panicky, I could see the sweat leaping off his brow as we approached. He was scared, and with good reason. Jack made a noise so Cole would know we were there. He was noble that he hadn’t even drawn his pistol, leaving it in the clamshell holster under his hip.


            “It’s over Cole.” Jack said as he put his hands on his hips. “Let’s just go down and make this end nice and quite. I’m fairly certain I can get you a light sentence.”


            “You can go to hell Collier, and take that bitch with you.” Cole rasped and fired four times.


            Jack shouted, or at least he made a noise. He reached into his coat and pulled out the big revolver and aimed it. Cole was so dumb struck that he didn’t even shoot again, even thought Jack gave him time. Jack fired a single shot and then struck Cole in the chest, knocking him down.


            “You’re done.” Jack said and started to walk away.


            “Jack?” I asked him.


            “I think I’m done for.” He smiled at me. “Too bad really, or we could have been hsitory’s greatest lovers.”


            He collapsed too close to the edge of the hill and fell down it, I watched him vanish over the lip and heard him roll away from me. I looked at Cole, and picked up his gun. I stood over him and squeezed the trigger. A bullet struck him in the leg and he screamed like a little girl with a frog down her pants. He started kicking and yelling about the pain. I pulled back the hammer again and put the gun to his temple, just like Jack would have done I he were there.


            “Put it down sweetie.” A voice said behind me.

            I turned, but could barely make out the people who were coming up the hill because of the tears in my eyes. They were police, or government people, or something. Someone took the gun out of my hands and tired to lead me away. I looked around for Jack, and only then remembered him falling down the hill.


            Someone tried to put their arm on my shoulder, but I shook off their rude touch and went in search of my love. I couldn’t see him anywhere though, he had vanished. Then I remembered him falling after being shot, and saw a patch of dark blood on the grass where he had fallen.


            “Jack.” I ran to the edge of the hill and looked where he had dropped away. He was laying in a heap at the bottom of the hill, blood clearly pouring from his head. I ran down the hill, tripping and tumbling down the rest of the way, only stopping when I hit his still body.


            “I’m sorry this happened to you.” I said and pressed my lips against his.


            “Love you kid.” He put his arm around me and kissed me. “Don’t worry about it. I can take it. Tough guy. Be back on my feet in no time.”


            His eyes fluttered, and then shut. I put my ear agains this his chest and heard his heart beating. I don’t know how long we lay together like that, looking like leaves that had been blown away or nuts that had rolled to the place where they would be planted. I wondered if a pair of trees would grow up where we lay and if their branches would be intertwined like our hearts were destined to be.


            Eventually, someone came to gather us up, taking me away from him. They put him on a gurney and closed the doors, to separate us. I watched at the red and white lights faded into the distance before I collapsed into tears. I wanted to be strong around him, not to let him know that I wasn’t strong like him. I wanted him to think of me as being strong for him.


            Then there was the police and the lawyers and daddy. I don’t remember everything that happened, or all the things they asked me. They kept asking me the same thing over and over, and I kept getting confused because they’d go over something over and over again. I can’t remember any of it very well now, so I have to just go quickly over it.


            I do remember the lawyers kept telling me that they had to get the story right so they could put Cole in jail, but then all the sudden it didn’t matter anymore. All the sudden he was confessing to everything and I wouldn’t even need to testify to anything. There was some thing about some dead Mexicans that would have gotten Cole into even worse trouble, so they dropped that and just got him to confess to kidnapping me.


            Then there was the state psychologist, and then daddy said I needed to see a private psychologist. They were going to have to put me through a lot of therepy because I’d been so traumatized. I’ve been seeing one doctor after another ever since.


            All the while, Jack was still in the hospital. They said he’d broke his skull or something, which I didn’t even know you could do. They don’t know if he’ll come of the coma, and if he does he might not remember me. That might be for the best really, because if he doesn’t come out for five years I’ll have time to purify myself and I’ll be old enough for him to take on as a lover. I would need to be pure for him, I need to be clean.


            That’s why I keep going to this psychologist, because he might be able to tell me how to be pure again. I want to be clean for Jack, I want to be pure. I’m sure that when I’m old enough that he’ll fall in love with me if I’m purified. I’ll keep doing what I’m supposed to do, so I can be right and good for him. I don’t need to be pure in some religious way, but in the way he would have thought was pure and good. I need to be good enough for him, so that if he lives we can be together one day.


            I never tell the shrinks about this, because they wouldn’t approve of it. I found out quickly that they don’t approve of a lot of things, but if I’m careful I can get what I want out of them. While all this has been going on, I think I’ve started to understand Jack better. They keep telling me how he was paranoid, how he was troubled, but they’re wrong. Jack isn’t was anything because he’s still in the present tense. And if Jack is paranoid it’s with a good reason. He helped me understand that everyone is only working for their own goals and if I’m going to get ahead I need to make them work for me.


            The best way for me to do that is to get them to tell me how to be pure again. I need to find out how to cleanse myself of the touch of evil. I know that one day it will require me to kill daddy, and if I get a chance I’ll have to kill Cole King too, but that will be okay. When I’ve done those things I can be clean, I can be pure, and I can be worthy of my sweet love.


            Oh Jack, I wish you were here to see how much I understand now, how ready I am to love you. I only hope you get better and that you don’t die.


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So who is Rhonda on flickr?

See, I need to know because they bought me a year’s pro membership and I need to thank them.

I’ll also give you your photo for today, which is the first picture I uploaded to flickr, now that I can find it without any trouble.


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