Over at Fantasy Magazine today, I cast my granny-eye across the room and tackle some of Fantasy’s Weirdest Relationships. Jareth the Goblin King gets first pick, but he’s far from the only creeper on this list.
Obviously this is not an exhaustive list; if I tried to make an exhaustive list of all the questionable relationships in fantasy movies, I’d be here twenty years from now. This is the Whitman’s sampler of uncomfortable dynamics, with one exception: The Sea Prince and the Fire Child. That movie is one of the… Read more »
I swear I am working on very long posts about movies and TV shows and narrative structure and how poor Ron Perlman’s skin must be like titanium by now after all these years of pancake makeup.
In the meantime, however, I wanted to post something that is:
1) the best part of my day so far, and
2) what most of my first drafts look like: corpse- and transposed-letter-heavy.… Read more »
So, today’s Fair Food Fight Film is Chocolat!
This one seems to be a love-it-or-hate-it movie: either you love it for being gentle and comforting, or you hate it for being predictable and treacly. I don’t have a dog in this fight whatsoever, mainly because this movie is so useful for Supporting Actor Bingo that I’m just pleased it got made because now I can get from Nina Foch to Miranda Richardson like THAT.
I will, however, put up a fight that Chocolat is a great food movie, because food… Read more »
So, doubtless ill-advisedly, I’ve started a Tumblr: Questionable Taste Theatre!
No worries about cross-posting; as with my Twitter, I try to limit overlap. On the other hand, this Tumblr will probably have stuff like one-off movie costume commentary QTT movies I abandon (like the one I tried where Alec “Maud’Dib” Newman is a stockbroker-slash-jazz-pianist and Amy Adams stands on the street corner and sings with him every night even though They Are Strangers and He Must Find Her and I just couldn’t, you guys, seriously), which this LJ probably won’t… Read more »
This weekend I saw Repo Men so I could review it for Tor.com.
I know there had been some internet chatter about how this film stole its premise from Repo! The Genetic Opera. Since futuristic body-as-commodity stories are not singular, I didn’t worry about it. (Plus, if you ask me, someone is welcome to make a movie off Repo!s premise, since it would be nice to see a movie with that concept that didn’t completely suck, but that’s a different argument.)
Anyway, long story short, it doesn’t steal much from… Read more »
There’s a moment early in Repo Men in which Jude Law’s Remy, an artificial-organ retrieval operative, is reclaiming the liver of a past-due gentlemen whom Remy has tasered to subdue. In the middle of Remy’s legally-mandated questionnaire about whether the man would like to have an ambulance present, the man’s date attacks Remy. “There’s no need for violence, miss,” assures Remy, and promptly tasers her, too.
Most of Repo Men feels like this. I don’t mean stale one-liners inserted into a premise that devolves into a by-the-book dystopia. I mean,… Read more »