Showing posts with label Ernest Borgnine. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 21, 2013

Matt’s Week in Dork! (7/14/13-7/20/13)


    With co-Dork Brad and many others on the left coast this week for the Nerd Jamboree, Comic-Con, I have remained here, keeping the light on.  Not a particularly exciting week, but not a bad one, either.

Game of Thrones Season 2:  Watching a regular episode of this show can be stressful, because you know anyone could die at any point, but watching the last couple episodes, you know death is riding.  The second season of the show is quite good, though it gets off to a wonky start.  Look, I love me some nudity and I’m no prude, but the first two episodes had me looking at my watch thinking, ‘can we please just put the tits away and get on with the story?’  And then they do, and the rest of the season keeps it balanced pretty well.  Peter Dinklage remains my favorite part, though there’s plenty to love.  His character is probably the most interesting and he plays it with gusto.  I haven’t read the books, and frankly, have no interest.  But my hope is that Tyrion Lannister is the last man standing to claim the throne.  If you don’t mind wall to wall swearing, violence, and sex, this series is a great companion to the Lord of the Rings films.  It feels like Middle Earth in the centuries after the King.


King Kong:  One of my all time favorite films, I was super excited to see it on the big screen.  However, some awful, literally snot-nosed little kid that couldn’t keep still pretty much ruined it for me.  Whatever.  Still one of the great movies, and a must see.  But parents, either don’t take the kids, or serve as a buffer between them and strangers.  Don’t let your hyperactive, sinus-shunt needing spawn ruin a someone’s 30 year aspiration.  Dick.


FDR: American Badass:  “I’m a motorcycle of death.  I ain’t got no sidecar.”  You have to know, going into this, that a movie called FDR: American Badass is not going to be some classy discussion of the life of an American president.  It’s about a guy who gets polio from Nazi werewolves, becomes President, smokes Lincoln inducing weed, and personally leads the attack on werewolf Hitler and Mussalini.  It’s crass, stupid, goofy, awkward, extremely cheap looking, and pretty much straight up awesome.


Hellbound: Hellraiser II:  “The mind is a labyrinth.”  This is a profoundly strange movie.  It’s an old favorite of mine, and I totally get why.  But after probably a decade without seeing it, this rewatch put how bloody strange it is into perspective.  The editing is all off, the story hops in weird ways, the acting and dialog are very wonky, and the music is bugnuts.  It’s totally anti-climactic and has several pretty big problems.  But I still find it very compelling, like a very gory adult fairy tale.  All the puzzle/riddle/maze stuff is great, and I think handled the best of all the films in the series.  It doesn’t shy away from physically traveling to hell, as most movies of this sort would; teasing for an hour and ten minutes, then giving a couple brief glimpses in the last reel.  No, this time we spend a third to half the film in the twisting strangeness of mat paintings and forced perspective.


Evil Dead (2013):  As soon as the Paul Dano looking chump opened the book and it was revealed to just be garden variety Satanism, I pretty much checked out.  One of the things I always liked about the original Evil Dead films was the Lovecraft hints.  The movie looks nice, but otherwise is just a bunch of boring retreads.  I’m not against remakes.  But Evil Dead 2 and (to a lesser degree) Army of Darkness already remade Evil Dead, and both movies had 100% more excitement and fun.  Skip it.  Watch the original.  Nothing to see here.


Jack the Giant Slayer:  Another ‘revisionist’ fairy tale, this by the numbers snooze-fest looks and feels like a made for TV movie from 20 years ago (10th Kingdom, Gulliver’s Travels, etc.).  A cast of better-than-this actors phone in performances, dishing out lifeless dialog that doesn’t even have the good taste to be memorably bad.  CG used where practical effects would have likely been easier, cheaper, and certainly look better.  Ho-hum.

Welcome to the cutting edge of 1992.

    Friday night through Saturday, I was on mission.  Co-Dork’s lair.  Blu-ray player.  Chinese food.  Like John Rambo before me, I got the job done.


Melvin & Howard:  Man, can I pick ‘em.  I thought this movie was going to be about a guy hanging out with Howard Hughes, not a s#!+ kicking hillbilly without the sense (or cents) to get his slack-jawed life together.  Between his soft-headed first wife, sleazy bosses, and own lack of brain cells, it’s a wonder our grease stained blue collar hero can drive and sing crappy songs at the same time, much less succeed in life.  As the movie progresses toward its climax (?!), the filmmakers rely on the viewer to be well versed in the actual shenanigans the film is inspired by…which I’m not.  This was up for Oscars?  This WON Oscars?  Maybe I can stop using Geena Davis’ win as my example when I point to how moronic the Oscars are.

My 2 minutes are the best part.

Jubal:  A good cast does a good job with a fairly standard collection of Western tropes.  There’s not really a heck of a lot to this movie, nor a lot to make one take note, beyond the excellent cast.  It was fine, and perfectly watchable, but not especially memorable.


Videodrome:  “Nobody on Earth was made for that show.”  Cronenberg’s grimly disturbing, and creepily prescient vision of the entertainment industry is quintessentially 80s in its execution, but timeless in its vision.  James Woods only thinks he’s an amoral would-be TV tycoon, peddling sleaze to the lowest of the low.  But when he discovers Videodrome, he may have found a line even he isn’t willing to cross.  Is it simply broadcasts of sadistic murders, or is it the beginning of a new political/religious/evolutionary force?


The Video Dead: A really, really weird 80s zombie movie, it’s not very good, but it’s certainly …um…unique.  A cursed TV, wandering zombies, the Garbage Man, a cowboy.  OK.  This isn’t a great movie by any means.  But it’s a fun 80s weirdo, with a cover you probably remember from poking around video stores 20 years ago.  Worth checking out for the strangeness, if nothing else.  And it doesn’t play out as one expects these films to go, which is a nice surprise.

French Stewart!  What happened?

    After my return from the abode of my counterpart, I finally cranked out the last few pages of da Vinci’s Ghost, from the author of The Fourth Part of the World.  Good, entertaining and informative history.  Da Vinci seems like he’d have been fun to hang with.


Fantastic Voyage:  The slow pace might be tough for some, but this voyage into inner space is pretty good.  Nice effects and a solid cast, as well as some rather overblown theatrics of Science! help sell the crazy.  There’s also a good dose of Cold War paranoia.  The opening of the movie feels like it dropped right out of a spy film.  It goes astray in the last act, and I can’t say that the resolution is especially satisfying.  But all in all, a fair sci-fi adventure flick from the 60s.


    Other than that, I’ve been addicted to Prog Rock all this week.  Started reading a book, Yes is the Answer, which is spawning more interest than usual.  It’s interesting going back to this music as a total outsider.  I don’t use drugs.  I wasn’t alive when Prog was at its height (or, I was just being born).  But I feel a certain connection to it.  The grandiose storytelling, the operatic sound and theatricality, the more Classical than Country composition.  Love it.







-Matt

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Dork Art: William Shatner is The Punisher!



Now this is an alternative universe I should seriously be a part of; Etsy artist Sean Wilkins dares to ask what a 70s era William Shatner would do to the Marvel Universe.  And can you think of a better Kingpin than Ernest Borgnine?  Absolutely not!  I also really appreciate the gender swap of Garth Ennis' beastly Barracuda.  Job well done sir.  Roger Corman would have shot the hell outta this in the Philippines.

--Brad

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Dork Art: Escape From New York


I'm about halfway through my Martin Scorsese-a-thon and I'm already thinking that John Carpenter is gonna be my next director obsession.  Having devoured They Live twice already this year, and thumping my car stereo with the Assault on Precinct 13 soundtrack, my brain is simply ready for his pop cowboy aesthetic.  Anyway, it's late at night and I just stumbled upon this kickass dork art from Big Ode Ideias.  Bravo sir, you gotta em all in there.

--Brad

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Brad's Week In Dork! (2/17/13-2/23/13)


Blaxploitation Month never really happened.  I'm starting to wonder if I have these epic movie marathons in me anymore.  My brain is just so scattershot; right now I can't seem to focus on one particular concept or idea - I want to jump all over the place.  Oh well.  I cranked out another batch of Jim Brown flicks and I think I'm gonna continue with the man well into March.  Dying to rewatch Dark of the Sun, Black Gunn, and Slaughter.  And I've been youtubing his final martian showdown in Mars Attacks over and over and over.  The man is just so supremely badass.


But the most fun I've had this week, and the program that has kept me from rabbit holing into the Blaxploitation genre, is David Milch's Deadwood.  I have been downright giddy lavishing over the first season with The Wife, and I cannot begin to describe how lovely it is to be married to someone who appreciates the word "cocksucker" as much as I do.  Huzzah, I say!  And to witness The Wife's transformation from an Ian McShane hater into one of his proud, dirty flock has been a great reward.  We've also been picking away at LOST & the last season of Supernatural, but it's Deadwood that has really stuck in her consciousness.  And that's beautiful.


A Good Day To Die Hard:  Yippee Ki-Yawn.  That pretty much sums up my feelings for this fifth and hopefully final entry in the Die Hard franchise.  I really loved the silly, smiley trailer as well as the general concept of Papa McClane devastating the USSR - I mean Russia (so awesomely 80s!) as a means of reconnecting with his 007 son.  And Jai Courtney is pretty much a spot-on spawn of Bruce Willis.  He's got the head cock, the smirk, the general blue collar attitude.  However, director Stuart Moore just sucks the life right outta the action.  A Good Day to Die Hard is nearly 90 minutes of continuous (PG-13 clothed in R) violence, but the camera pathetically mimics the Paul Greengrass style with too-tight closups and never-settle editing.  The result is a snooze; I checked out ten minutes into the initial bumper derby car chase and never got back into the story.  I opened my eyes for a couple of F Bombs as well as Cole Hauser's pointlessly brief G-man.  So if Willis can't score with his go-to Die Hard franchise, Schwarzenegger & Stallone might as well hang up their icons.  Time for these beasts of the 1980s to reevaluate their twilight years - you can't go home again, move on, find new parts to play.


Deadwood - Season 1:  When does Deadwood become my favorite thing ever?  I'm talking books, movies, comics, tv.  Deadwood reigns supreme in my heart.  The first episode directed by Walter Hill is a bit of a clunker.  It's not terrible tv, but the actors don't have their characters just yet, and David Milch & company are still developing the outlaw nation setting.  It takes a few hours - Wild Bill needs to be executed so reluctant sheriff Seth Bullock can complete his hero worship.  The Dude has to reconnoiter the rim and shuffle (get chucked) off this mortal coil.  But once the pieces fall into place and the Shakespearean horror takes full bloody effect, Deadwood climbs to the top of My Favorite Things list.  We all know how much I love Timothy Olyphant's Raylan Givens, and the deep buried rage of Seth Bullock could very well be his great grandfather.  It had been far too long since I visited the Black Hills.  This show pretty much birthed my enthusiasm for Westerns.  Sure, Clint Eastwood's Unforgiven was the beginning, but I didn't understand that film until I rewatched it through the prodding prism of HBO's mesmerizing psycho drama.  And that Best Picture reexamination led to Glendon Swarthout's novel, The Shootist, and the obsession with oaters was complete.  The Wife doesn't quite hold the show in the extreme esteem that I do, but I was pleasantly surprised to see her fall hard for this foul world.  On to the second season.


Warm Bodies:  This was fun.  Cute.  I'm just so darn sick of the Romero knockoffs; it's nice to see a zombie film approach the genre from a different angle even if it is the Teen Genre (I can't believe it's actually become a genre).  Nicholas Holt narrates the film as our reluctant flesheater, his body returns to life after eating the brains of Teresa Palmer's boyfriend - the awkwardly eyebrowy David Franco.  While digesting a little knowledge his heart begins to beat again and the ultimate family friendly necropheliac film is born.  You gotta love how wonderfully prepackaged this sickie has been presented to the public and it's much better than it has any right to be, especially when you compare it to other teen hits like Twilight and The Hunger Games.


The Walking Dead Season 3 - "Home":  Definitely a stronger episode than the last, but the bad taste of "The Suicide King" is still swamped on my tongue.  It annoys me how no one at the prison is addressing how crazy brains Rick has become.  The man lost his shit last episode and when we find his crew again they're just arguing amongst themselves like usual, but not one brings up the specter attuned Rick - who wobbles away to shout at the woods.  The Governor & Andrea bicker as well, & the crybaby dictator launches a meek attack on the prison.  I dig his Trojan Horse assault, but this war better reach epic heights before the season ends.  I hate to continue comparing this show to the comic book series, but where are Robert Kirkman's balls?  That man loves to punish his characters but AMC seems scared to create no-turning back scenarios.  Weaksauce.


Savage Wolverine #2:  Still fun.  But I want more Frank Cho Shanna and less Frank Cho Wolverine.  But since this is a Logan title I guess I just have to accept that as an impossibility.  A new guy (ugh, more ladies please Frank) shows up with some techno force field, but the mystery doesn't deepen it just gets more foggy - I have no clue what's going on or why I should care.  But I'm sticking to it for Frank's She Devil, and I'm thinking she's going to have Logan wrapped around her thong - I mean, finger, in no time flat.


Captain America #4:  Unless something drastic happens, this is the last time I write about Rick Remender's Captain America.  I'm going to keep on reading cuz I love Cap so much I will torture myself with horrendous plotting.  The first page reads: Eleven Years Later.  Captian America still has a Zola living in his chest, and that makes the parenting of his clone baby a little difficult.  I guess I can appreciate how balls out bananas this title has become, but it's just so damn stupid.  And ugly.  I'm no longer amused with JRJR's renderings, all his beasts look the same and his kids are a bunch of balloon heads.  I'm done with this Marvel Now horror show.


Nova #1:  I don't know anything about Nova - only that he belongs to a space corps that looks pathetically similar to DC's Green Lantern Corps.  But I've enjoyed Jeph Loeb comics in the past, even the books in which he's partnered with Ed McGuinness.  Sam Alexander is a bratty teenager living in a dirt heap of a town reminiscent of The Last Starfighter's trailer park hell hole.  His lifetime has been filled with his father's stories of space war and he's sick of it.  But when pop goes missing and Rocket Raccoon appears at the end of his bed, Alexander is given the chance to suit up.  A fun enough intro, I'll keep going.


BPRD 1948 #5:  I'm not sure I loved this mini as much as the previous BPRD prequels - I'm gonna need to read it as a whole before I pass judgement.  But right now I can confidently state that I enjoyed the tiny moments with little Hellboy than I did the big plot with Professor Bruttenholm.  The kid's B story regarding his appearance is some of the most heartfelt storytelling to come out of the Mignolaverse.  Anyone who has ever asked "What are those goggles on Hellboy's head?" should look to this miniseries for their origin.  Artist Max Fiumara perfectly captures the sadness behind this moment.


Saga #10:  Gah!  Brian K Vaughen why must you keep killing off my favorite characters in this book!?!?!?  If you're not careful I'll jump ship cuz the main Romeo & Juliet couple are not enough for me to keep reading; it's the crazy alien beasties that I really want to explore.  The moment Prince Robot or The Will are gone so will I.


The Split:  Easily the weakest movie adapted from a Richard Stark novel (this time out it's The Seventh), The Split nevertheless has one of the most fascinating casts ever assembled.  You've got Jim Brown up front as the Parker stand-in.  Ernest Borgnine, Jack Klugman, Warren Oates, and Donald Sutherland bickering amongst themselves as Brown's goon squad.  Gene Hackman is the local law enforcement.  And James Whitmore is the psychotic outsider threatening their big score.  That is one hell of a cast.  So why does The Split fail so miserably?  Well, it's boring!  And lifeless!  And so damn frustrating.  Brown & Borgnine do have a pretty badass brawl in the middle of the picture and the cast makes it worth a watch if not a purchase, but when this film should be exploding with character actor rage, The Split sputters to a climax.  A real Hollywood bummer.


The Slams:  This is a little bit better than The Split, but still not the exploitation classic you want it to be.  Jim Brown is arrested after a nasty little double cross heist and lands behind bars with an array of Roger Corman savages (this is brother Gene's production).  There he must fend for himself in the laundry rooms and the metal shop while big burly dudes try to pummel the missing million dollar loot from his memory.  Brown concocts an escape plan with his girlfriend and an outsider pimp, but the violence never gets as extreme as it should for this kinda picture - I feel like Gene Corman and director Jonathan Kaplan are attempting a more classic approach to this cheapie production when it should just throw itself into the muck of its setting.  Frankly, the poster is better than the movie.


Justified Season 4 - "Money Trap":  Jody, the dirtbag criminal with a weakness for airbags last seen in the first episode of this season, returns here as the cold blooded killer of Raylan's ex.  There is some Elmore Leonardy side story  involving a wannabe filmmaker and the ridiculously named Jackie Nevada but this Justified entry succeeds thanks to another classic climax confrontation.  Not to mention we get some serious Papa Arlo hate in the last few minutes.  This season is burning towards its climax but we don't feel any closer to the Drew Thompson mystery.  Still, it's nice to get a breather from the plot and have a moment for Raylan to showdown.


The Island:  The film starts off in the vein of a Friday the 13th slasher, with some rich yucks on a yacht getting hacked apart with a variety of cutting tools.  But this is as gory as it gets - The Island might be a part of the Scream Factory label but it totally belongs in the seafaring goofiness of Peter Benchley.  Michael Caine & his brat kid crash land on a LOST-like island; there they encounter a savage race of pirates led with despicable charm by the garish David Warner.  Caine takes five minutes to defend his groin from a muddy pirate lady but quickly succumbs to her nether regions.  Ah, romance.  This is just a weird damn film.  And Caine is the perfect lead for this nutter.  The man is the master of the agape stare and he can match sleaze for sleaze when battling prehistoric pirate villains.


El Condor:  "If my mother was a whisky cow the milk from her tit couldn't be any sweeter than that."  Oh man, Lee Van Cleef is a degenerate louse, goofily grimacing his way into our hearts while plundering for gold with calvary killer Jim Brown.  El Condor is a strange buddy cop Western with both Van Cleef and Brown playing for laughs and miraculously succeeding.  El Condor is peppered with fun bits of weirdo villainy and violence, as well as decent amounts of B Movie nudity.  Unlike The Split & The Slams, El Condor is a lost should-be exploitation classic - And a Western to boot!  So good it sent me running to that other Jim Brown cowboy classic -


100 Rifles:  Jim Brown is a Marshall down from America hunting the bandit smile of Burt Reynolds.  But once he finds his man, he also discovers the bosom of Raquel Welch and the next thing he knows he's wrapped up in a Mexican Revolution.  100 Rifles is packed with typical Burt Reynolds hijinks, but its more Sharky's Machine than Cannonball Run.  Everyone is happy to be committing violence and it's all for a good cause; we can smile along with our trilogy of leads, even when the tone jumps to the shockingly tragic.


--Brad

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Dork Hero: Ernest Borgnine


Another Dork Hero has past.  I grew up loving Ernest Borgnine in Escape From New York and The Wild Bunch, but I don't think I truly appreciated him until I saw a couple of films in quick succession.  Emperor of the North pits Borgnine's railway dick against Lee Marvin's hobo and their axe wielding climactic clash is the stuff of legend.  In The Devil's Rain he outchews William Shatner's scenery and manages to be goofy as hell, but pretty darn scary as well.  The combo punch of these strange flicks made me a lifelong fan.

And yeah, this Magnet rests on my fridge this very second--






--Brad

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Matt’s Week in Dork! (5/6/12-5/12/12)


The Fiend (aka Beware My Brethren):  Young Kenneth loves three things; his mom, Jesus, and killing young women.  Some crazy religious family values drive a lot of bad behavior.  And young girls drop like flies.  The music is so surreal and inappropriate for the film, it’s almost worth the price of admission.


Tarzan Triumphs:  “Nazi hyena dead now.”  Jane is away, Nazis are sniffing around, and a lost city with the smokin’ hot princess Zandra, waiting for plunder.  It’s weird how Africa doesn’t seem to have any black people.  I do like the idea of Tarzan fighting Nazis.  I guess every recurring character in that era had to, but I like it more here than in the Sherlock Holmes movies, where it doesn’t make a touch of sense.  I can’t help but wonder how Jane would feel about Tarzan’s new friend Zandra, their swimming together and dinner cooking.


Tarzan’s Desert Mystery:  Jane is still away, dealing with that darned War.  Tarzan, Boy, and Cheeta are off to find a cure for Jungle Fever (no kidding).  I guess, somewhere in the middle of the jungle, there is an Arab populated desert community.  Still no black people in Africa, though.  What’s up with that?  Can Boy get the smart-talking city girl to help get Tarzan out of a jam?  Can they stop the evil outsider from getting one over on the kindly sheik?  Then…Dinosaurs!  Killer Plants! A Giant Spider!  And Vile Treachery!


Captain America: The First Avenger:  My second viewing of this movie was a bit more enjoyable.  I still think the first two thirds of the film are the best, with the end becoming a bit too obviously designed to set up The Avengers.  Sadly, my favorite part of the movie, and what I wish most of the movie had actually been, was a montage.  What I wanted from this movie, especially since it was directed by The Rocketeer helmer Joe Johnston, was Cap fighting Nazis.  I wanted the retro-adventure, but this felt like a tease with no intention of following through.  Still, if you can accept that and just enjoy it as an extended introduction to The Avengers, it’s pretty good.


Seconds:  “Arthur had been dead a long, long time before they found him in that hotel room.”  Rock Hudson puts in the performance of a lifetime in this extremely disquieting science fiction thriller from the mid 60s.  It starts out unsettling, becomes uncomfortable, and ends up truly terrifying.  No space ships or robots, but great science fiction none the less.  Who are we if we don’t have a past?  Like the best science fiction, it makes you think, takes you out of comfort zones, and leaves you with some questions.


Scott Pilgrim VS the World:  Like the unfairly maligned Speed Racer, this movie is a technicolor explosion of frantic, surrealistic cinema.  It’s also a fantastic ode to geek culture, from video games to music to comics and beyond.  It’s laugh-out-loud funny, but also painfully accurate in its view of fringe love, loss, and confusion.  It’s sometimes really heartbreaking, especially in the case of young Knives.  It felt kind of like watching a cartoon, or like reading a comic book, with all the weird physics and reality breaks.  And since the film is based on a long running comic, I guess that makes sense.


Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan:  The movie that redefined Star Trek, made it accessible to the general public, and unfortunately created a mold that nearly every Trek film since has followed.  It’s an action movie, with very little in the way of universe development, but lots of thrilling heroics and character moments.  While most of the actors get at least a good scene or two (more for McCoy and Spock), it is really Kirk VS. Khan.  It’s two titans duking it out in starships.  Ahab and his whale.  Well, kind of two Ahabs.  I still have to imagine that the finale of this film must have been pretty darned devastating for Trek fans at the time it came out, not knowing what the next film would be about.


Project Blue: Earth SOS:  “We have the power of Science on our side, don’t we?  We’re gonna be all right.”  Man, I wish this series wasn’t an anime.  We might have been spared the horrendously annoying lead characters and stupid names (Lotte Brest), not to mention terrible dialog.  If you muscle past that, there’s actually a lot of cool stuff.  Great vehicles and some cool, weird alien invasion ideas.  Unfortunately, it’s still frequently sunk by typical anime cliché and silliness.  You might as well just watch Captain Scarlet, which goes over a lot of the same material without all the anime crappiness.


The Alcove:  A soldier comes home with a bunch of trinkets and such…and a woman.  Laura Gemser once again plays the exotic center of erotic attention.  Awful, wall to wall racism.  Mostly on the part of the characters, but partly on the part of the filmmakers.  She’s supposed to be some kind of African, even though she’s southeast Asian.  It’s all very Italian.  And then there’s the score, which sounds like someone’s got a Kenny G CD on repeat.  I don’t remember the whole licking ceremony at the last UN conference.  The end is really out of nowhere and kind of horrible.  What’s the moral of this story?


    On Thursday, Ben and I watched Thor.  You can see my review for it a couple weeks back with Avengers Fest!



    Friday night, Brad and I began the annual William Shatner celebration Shat Attack V.  We began with a couple episodes of Trek while Brad and Lisa worked on putting things together.  Court Marshal and The Return of the Archons (I hear you’re not of the body).


The Brothers Karamazov:  Lee J. Cobb, Yul Brynner and yes, William Shatner star in this classic adaptation.  Sadly, like pretty much every Russian themed piece of art I’ve seen, this is depressing and slow.  Still, Brynner is flippin’ awesome, and Shatner is sinister as all heck, with a creepy sort of piety that I found disquieting from moment one.


The True Story of Puss ’n Boots:  Holy craptastic cartoons, Batman.  William Shatner does a creepy old lady voice as the titular Puss, a demented trickster trying to foist a peasant on a princess who looks like a ten year old boy in a tutu, in this bloody awful animated feature.  Ugly, ugly animation.  Terrible voice work.  Dreadful music.  Don’t even get this for the kids.  You won’t want to watch it with them, believe me.


    We cleansed the palate with an episode of The Six Million Dollar Man, where Shatner plays an astronaut who’s had his brain ultra-boosted by some space electricity.


The People:  This made for TV adaptation of the Zenna Henderson stories starts out pretty odd, with a young teacher going out into the sticks to teach some Amish looking weirdoes.  Things get more strange when Shatner shows up as a local doctor who can’t figure why the People don’t seem to get sick.  Something in the water?  There’s potential here, but it’s made-for-TV nature, as well as when it was made, do not help much.  Some cool ideas are not explored with much skill.  Seems like this would be better today, handled by the right folks.


    Following up the sleepiness of The People, we checked out a pretty good episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents called Mother, May I Go Out to Swim?  He’s awesome as the momma’s boy looking for love.


    After that, we watched the Thriller episode The Hungry Glass, about the dangers of mirrors.  It’s a cool weird story, and Shatner pulls his usual freak-out.  Very Twilight Zone.  I miss anthology shows like this.


The Devil’s Reign:  A Shat Attack favorite, this evil Satan cult film is of a far higher technical and artistic quality than the content has any right to be.  Basically a typical 70s devil movie, with all the usual lurid sleaze and bad folks, it looks fantastic, with really gorgeous cinematography.  Look, it’s not a great film.  But I’ve come to really enjoy it, in spite of its very present problems.


    For a light turn, we popped in an episode of Boston Legal.  The Thanksgiving episode of the final season is all kinds of charming for fans of the show.  If you haven’t watched a lot of it, you’ll probably be lost.


    Then we watched the Barnaby Jones episode, To Catch a Dead Man.  This is the episode I’ve passed out while watching at least twice before.  Shat starts out with a rockin’ fake beard.  Buddy Ebsen just bothers me.  There’s just some sinister good ol’ boy vibe that makes me really not trust him.  Kind of like John Wayne.  Like he’s always a breath away from uttering the most racist thing you’ve ever heard.  I made it through awake.


William Shatner’s Gonzo Ballet:  A documentary about the creation of a ballet based off the fantastic Shatner album Has Been, this is what you want it to be.  It’s a glimpse into the weird, bent, completely self-involved life of William Shatner.  Honestly, the ballet isn’t very good.  Oh, I’m sure their dancing is technically fine, but it doesn’t mesh with the music in any way I can figure.  It is an enjoyable documentary, with yet another angle on the making of his mad album.


    After the documentary, and while getting ready for folks to show for the main event, we checked out some Burke’s Law.  A pretty girl is found wrapped in some chain, floating in the water.  The odd bits of humor feel somewhat out of place considering the grim nature of the story.


    To get the main event up and rolling, Brad popped in the classic Trek episode, The Enemy Within.  Not just one, but TWO Kirks!!!  Shatner gets a chance to go hog-wild with crazy.  Excellent.


Impulse:  One of the all time great bad movies, Impulse is really a find.  In the post-Trek TV, pre-Trek The Motion Picture, Shatner fell on some hard times.  Those times where you take whatever you can get, not because you enjoy doing everything that comes along, but because you need anything that comes along.  The horrible outfits are a garnish on a meal of poor choices.  There’s the awful use of ‘day for night’ filming (where they shoot it during the day, but attempt to make it look like it was done at night…which is very hard to pull off).  There’s the poor use of flashback.  There’s the casting.  There’s the slow chase through the carwash.  It’s glorious.  And keep your eye out for movie highlights, like Shatner’s run in with a balloon carrier at the park or personal favorite, the big reveal at the funeral home.  A great movie to watch with a group, this has Mystery Science Theater 3000 written all over it.  Sadly, Mike, Joel and the bots never got their chance with it.  But that doesn’t mean you can’t.


    We took a break between movies to play Shatner Jeopardy.  I guess everyone thought I had some kind of unfair advantage, so they all teamed up to take me out in Double Jeopardy.  I was kind of a badass, though.


Star Trek V: The Final Frontier:  This could and maybe should have been Treck’s final send off.  It’s almost universally hated and generally considered to be the worst Star Trek film (though I disagree…I think Generations and Nemesis are FAAAAAAAAR worse).  I’ve seen it now a few times, and I will say that it has grown on me.  Perhaps this is the influence of some folks I know who really like it, and have shown me some of its good.  Perhaps it’s just my Trek love evolving.  I don’t know.  But, to all the haters I say, accepting it’s flaws, Star Trek V is (along with the other mostly hated The Motion Picture) probably the most true to the original show of all the films.  It’s not just Kirk VS Khan or a Khan surrogate.  It’s an exploration of a concept.  In this case, like so many episodes of the original show, the idea that what we think of as bad about ourselves, may actually be key in defining who we are and driving us to be more.  This manifests partly in people’s need to search for meaning, be it in gods or what have you.  But I think Kirk makes the right choice, ultimately.  And without firing a phaser or throwing a punch.  The film also focuses a LOT on the Kirk, Spock, McCoy dynamic, giving the others their moments, but like focusing on the original core three.  I think because of the movies and the large cast of Next Gen, many forget that Scott, Uhura, Sulu, and the rest were always supporting cast, not the stars.  They got their moments in occasional episodes, but their names still flashed by in small print during the end credits along with Lt. Kyle, Lt. Leslie, Lt. Hadley, and others.  I don’t love this movie, and it does have some major problems.  It also suffered studio interference and deep budget slashings.  But it has a lot of good, too.  Yes, the dialog is awkward at times.  Yes, the Scott/Uhura romance feels really wrong (Uhura and nearly ANYONE else, other than maybe Chekov probably would have been fine).  And yeah, there were a lot of bad choices made.  But it’s not all bad.  Not by a long shot.


The Captains:  So scripted, so awkward, so Shatner.  Bill talks to all show captains in the most convoluted and uncomfortable of ways.  He and Kate Mulgrew is bitter and confrontational; Scott Bakula is…well, Scott Bakula; Patrick Stewart is charming and wise, if more than a little embarrassed; Chris Pine is young and confused; and Avery Brooks is…COMPLETELY F’N INSANE!!!  On a personal note, Brooks was JUST like he appears in this documentary when I saw him at a comic convention a while back.  Now I wish I’d met him in a smoky piano bar.  I’d be wearing a beret and have a very mod young woman at my side.  There’d be a guy with no shirt playing the bongos.  Very happing, man.  Very groovy.  Anyway, back to this excruciatingly uncomfortable viewing experience.  Basically what you learn is that they’re all crazy people who were good enough actors to not appear that way on screen.


    Brad then put in Secrets of a Married Man and I face planted on the floor, going unconscious for much of the rest of the festivities (hope I didn’t snore!).  So, for me, Shat Attack V was finished.


    And to say the very least, I would be remiss in mentioning Lisa's AMAZING work on the food for the occasion.  I don't have the menu in my hand right now, so I'll miss a lot of the stuff, I'm sure.  But everything from the matzo soup to the whiskey chili was flippin' fantastic.  (And thanks so much to Jill and others for bringing along more food.  Jill, those cookies were painfully good).



    I read the Free Comic Book Day issue of Boom! Studios new book, The Hypernaturals by Dan Abnett and Andy Lanning.  It’s got potential.  I do tend to prefer more ‘cosmic’ comics, though I tend to be less thrilled with super-teams.  This is both, like Marvel’s Guardians of the Galaxy or DC’s Green Lantern Corps.  I’m not in love with the art, but it’s on the better side of Boom!  They’ve been getting better artists as they’ve amassed more titles and authors.  The setting seems interesting, and I’m probably intrigued enough to grab the first trade of this when it comes out.  It makes me think of my long time complaint about The Fantastic Four.  A world where Reed Richards exists should be a technologic utopia within a decade or two.  This world of 100AQ is about what I’d imagine Earth to be if Marvel were brave enough to take the Richards character where he obviously should go.


    I also checked out Valiant 2012, which is a very, very brief sampling of a few new comics from that company.  X-O Manowar was what got my attention in the first place, because it’s illustrated by former Conan artist Cary Nord who doesn’t seem to work all that much, but produces some beautiful stuff.  But it also has teasers for Harbinger, so brief I really nave no idea what to think; Bloodshot, which looks like The Punisher with some weird sci-fi thrown in; and Archer and Armstrong, which certainly seems like it has potential to be cool, but didn’t really get my excitement levels up.  It sounds like Valiant is trying to do something like Crossgen did, with all their various lines building a greater universe, with threads weaving them all together into a whole.  I like the idea of that, and I think if handled well, it could be really cool.  But that’s a tough balance to maintain, and I don’t know that I’m all that interested in reading more than maybe one of their books.  Heck, I’m not even sure if I’m all that interested in reading that (X-O).


    Finishing off a week like this makes me happy and sad.  Great times you want to last forever.




-Matt