at times when hope is too big of a thing to have, curiosity (even clinical or small) is a very good placeholder
asking myself “why continue” & finding the answer is always, in some form, “i want to know what happens next”, even if that want is tired or detached or outright morbid
There’s something about those reassuring chicken soup flicks. Hard for me to pick five but I’ll try.
1. All of the Marx Bros. films (I once watched Duck Soup on a daily basis for two months. Pretty sure it cured a depression) / 2. Frankenstein (1931) / 3. Day of the Dead (1985) / 4. Ghostbusters / 5. Back to the Future Part III
Shout-outs to most of Chaplin’s filmography, Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country, Hammer Frankenstein films, Hannah & Her Sisters, and films I taped off TV as a kid (Superman III, Beetlejuice, Pee Wee’s Big Adventure)… the list could go on.
I’d love to read yours, or anyone’s for that matter. Won’t tag anyone but if you feel compelled to share…
There’s a lot happening here for a published story from the 1860s. Even mention of a bosom. But it’s a tightly wound little tale and a fair warning to travelers. Maybe IATA but the comeuppance felt justified. You don’t deserve access to everything, bruv.
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“A power is grasped… brought down upon him… and there is pain.”
“The Evil Dead” (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) by Richard Floyd-Walker (1986-1987)
This is most definitely a fanzine, but they were selling it, and this unofficial comic adaptation of a movie feels like it’d cause a for-profit venture like this to get shut down. (Lawyers and copyright law have ruined me.) But props to this creator for getting into a multi-part adaptation and to the publisher for including it, even as it feels rushed at the end. Maybe I should watch this movie someday.
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“Goddamn, motherfucker got blood all over my best clown suit.”
Most of the movie just feels like it’s wearing Texas Chainsaw Massacre on its sleeve, and it lost me. Then it gets interesting and weird! And proceeds to end way too quickly.
So I sometimes buy these little wheels of Petite Breakfast cheese. It’s got a very sharp flavor that I like. It’s also $9 for a tiny morsel and, you know, it’s a solid wheel of adulterated bovine baby juice, so it’s only for treat yourself situations.
Then I glanced over…
I’m not a fan of the aged bries and they’re not at all like the Petite Breakfast I usually get, but I am a sucker for Halloween branding. I had to get it per the requirement of the season.
Okay sure, it’s a small brie with ash on the outside? Which is apparently vegetable ash which I did not know was a thing.
But then…
What the hell.
They did it. Those crazy bastards actually did it.*
*Added some food coloring to make their brie orange.
Aesthetically, nailed it.
Flavor-wise, it’s that old-sock saveur that brie lovers enjoy. So I’ll stick to le Petite Breakfast because that’s my jam, but the point is we took the road less traveled by.
Maybe I needed Halloween crackers to properly spread it.
