I wish today, for no good reason, to write about Captain Beefheart. I am not, or at least not yet, an affirmed fan of Captain Beefheart, and given my stands on the concept of fandom in general, I am unlikely to become one (especially if there’s a tribal name attached to it, like “Beefheads”… the… Read More Radar Station Blues – Let us now Praise Captain Beefheart By Slapping His Fat Face
We are way past the De Stihl aesthetic of Volume 3. UJ has always been a mashup of whatever the hell is in our head at the time. Sci-Fi and Lovecraft seems to be the cranium’s locus for this one, especially as regards Cantilever Jones Gets Lost, a series that’s probably due for an anthology… Read More Unnamed Journal 35 – R’lyeh Tired
Where’s it written a fella can’t change his mind? Back when this beast was announced, I poured snark on the idea, as the art-house version of The Imitation Game, and because I’m heartily sick of films about WW2: Additionally, and I think we’re all starting to feel this, the World War II well is feelin’… Read More Oppenheimer Does Not Suck.
Because I haven’t owned anything more advanced than a PS2, I’ve never played the Witcher game series. I’ve also never read the novels they’re based on. I only watched the TV series because it was conveniently on Netflix, and I was only interested in watching Geralt of Rivia kill scuzzy Lovecraft beasties. I made it… Read More Witcher Season 3 is Boring. Actually, That’s Just Witcher.
Last week, I sat through the second Jurassic Park movie for the first time since seeing it in theaters. That’s Jurassic Park II: The Lost World, from 1997, which Spielberg directed. The previous week, we introduced the kids to the first Jurassic Park film. It still holds up. The sequel does not. There are many… Read More The Joys of Watching Stuff You Hate
Since abusing Georgia Lucas has become a habit of mine almost as common as abusing George R.R. Martin (what is it with Georges?), occasionally I take the time to look at his non-Star Wars filmography. This is easy, as there are only two other films he’s directed, both before Star Wars froze his auteur vision… Read More The Original Member Berries: American Graffiti
The new issue is up and has an awesome cover. It’s a long issue, full of content: two stories, two chapters of two different serial novels, plus poetry! The links shall be the usual links: But also, we have podcast action! Additionally, this episode highlights the Submission procedures for Unnamed Journal. In a nutshell: Thanks… Read More Unnamed Journal 34 – Rhino-Plastic
I have been cruel to Wes Anderson on this blog, without really meaning to. At the time, I was annoyed at the Oscars, for being the wacky inflatable arm-waving tube-whore it is, and I made the point, repeatedly, that Wes Anderson was never going to get an Oscar. Hollywood enjoys Wes Anderson’s work but does… Read More Every Time You Call Wes Anderson “Quirky”, God Kills a Kitten: A Cinematic Retrospective
She’s not, not really. She’s just a prolific author who is insufferable on Twitter. But then, aren’t we all? This is her take on Agatha Christie novels being Bowdlerized by the rigid red pens of today’s Sensitivity Readers. You see, it does not matter if her work is ideologically transformed, because she’s not a good… Read More Why Joyce Carol Oates is Just the Worst
I could spend a lot of time re-writing Variety headlines to make them not gibberish. Quentin Tarantino has been making the international press rounds in support of his “Cinema Speculation” book tour, recently speaking to Spain’s Diari ARA about how one of his only box office bombs shook his confidence as a film director. That bomb would be “Death… Read More Quentin Tarantino Discusses his Flop
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