I don't have cable right now so I'm rewatching old shows and movies. A lot of them are animated. Such is my way. I'd like to have a nobler reason for rewatching them--something like when James 
Let's say you're the newly-sentient internet. How would you decipher
the meaning of all the bits and bytes whizzing past you? And what about
the real world outside your electronic realm?
Former Comics Editor, Guy Leshinski
has very kindly given us permission to reprint a prophetic interview
with Bryan Lee O'Malley in 2005. Will Bryan Lee O'Malley attain the
Holy Grail of cartoonists? As Bryan says, "We'll see..."
Results tagged “murder” from The Cultural Gutter
Fun with Kaiju Shakedown
Every day is fun day at Kaiju Shakedown. This time: chibi Watchmen, awesome criterion-type designs for Chinese movies and a trailer for Cat Head Theatre's upcoming samurai film.
The Yellow Peril Seduces Unshaven, Middle Aged White Men
"She came from the Orient to seduce middle-aged white men who don't shave." Grady has a few things to say about the Zhang Ziyi and Dennis Quaid film, The Horsemen.
The New Frankenstein
Frankenstein was probably scary at one point, but the whole story has been worn down by repetition, robbed of its power and relegated to status as not much more than a pop culture gag. What would it take to resuscitate the cautionary note in the tale of a scientist? After looking at Scott Bakker's terrifying new book Neuropath, I would say: a few hints of what modern science is taking away from us.
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It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
There’s a scene at the end of the film of Jane Austen’s Persuasion (the Ciaran Hines version, natch) that I love. In it, the hero holds out his hand, and the heroine takes it. That’s it, just two people holding hands. What makes it so powerful is what led up to that quiet moment - the pain, regrets and misunderstandings are all behind them now, and from that moment forward, the two of them will move on together. Romance fans love this scene, despite its sweet placidity: it is profound, has the emotional impact of a battering ram and, given that the hero is even wearing gloves, is entirely, utterly tame.
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Why Aren't You Dead Yet?
Just how many times do I have to kill this
guy? It’s a question I’ve certainly asked myself
while playing various games, along with Why aren’t you dead yet? and How
many damn heads does it have anyway? Everybody’s version of tedium is different,
but endlessly dodging around waiting for some gargantuan horror to blink so I
can poke it precisely in the left eye 11 times definitely makes my list. But a
game where you have to walk down the hall to the kitchen, get some matches,
walk back up the hall, take out several candles, light them, and close the
curtains before some creepy old woman will tell you what the hell is going on?
Apparently that appeals to me.
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The Dead Body Politic
The adage has it that truth is stranger than fiction. I swear that's true in Mexico. One of my favourite writers, hardboiled crime novelist Paco Ignacio Taibo II, has to struggle to keep up with the absurd plot of his beloved nation. Although Taibo is a fine writer, I come to him more for his cynical but humanist view of Mexican society, which lends itself perfectly to the private eye genre.
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Happy Bloody Holidays
True crime isn't new. It wasn't invented by Truman Capote for In Cold Blood, although Capote certainly raised the bar for many crime writers. True crime has evolved from 19th century police procedural nonfiction, popularized in weekly journals like the Police Gazette, and later in crime pulps of the 1930s and 1940s which depicted the glamorized lives of contemporary criminals. True crime books, like popular mysteries, combine page-turning depictions of violence, the tribulations of a fictional or real investigator on a case, and obsessive rants on the nature of human evil. What better antidote to excessive family cheer than wondering if the relative you're passing the Christmas turkey to is actually a serial killer?
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Fun with Kaiju Shakedown
Every day is fun day at Kaiju Shakedown. This time: chibi Watchmen, awesome criterion-type designs for Chinese movies and a trailer for Cat Head Theatre's upcoming samurai film.
The Yellow Peril Seduces Unshaven, Middle Aged White Men
"She came from the Orient to seduce middle-aged white men who don't shave." Grady has a few things to say about the Zhang Ziyi and Dennis Quaid film, The Horsemen.
The New Frankenstein
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
There’s a scene at the end of the film of Jane Austen’s Persuasion (the Ciaran Hines version, natch) that I love. In it, the hero holds out his hand, and the heroine takes it. That’s it, just two people holding hands. What makes it so powerful is what led up to that quiet moment - the pain, regrets and misunderstandings are all behind them now, and from that moment forward, the two of them will move on together. Romance fans love this scene, despite its sweet placidity: it is profound, has the emotional impact of a battering ram and, given that the hero is even wearing gloves, is entirely, utterly tame.
Continue reading...
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?
Just how many times do I have to kill this
guy? It’s a question I’ve certainly asked myself
while playing various games, along with Why aren’t you dead yet? and How
many damn heads does it have anyway? Everybody’s version of tedium is different,
but endlessly dodging around waiting for some gargantuan horror to blink so I
can poke it precisely in the left eye 11 times definitely makes my list. But a
game where you have to walk down the hall to the kitchen, get some matches,
walk back up the hall, take out several candles, light them, and close the
curtains before some creepy old woman will tell you what the hell is going on?
Apparently that appeals to me.
Continue reading...
The Dead Body Politic
The adage has it that truth is stranger than fiction. I swear that's true in Mexico. One of my favourite writers, hardboiled crime novelist Paco Ignacio Taibo II, has to struggle to keep up with the absurd plot of his beloved nation. Although Taibo is a fine writer, I come to him more for his cynical but humanist view of Mexican society, which lends itself perfectly to the private eye genre.
Happy Bloody Holidays
True crime isn't new. It wasn't invented by Truman Capote for In Cold Blood, although Capote certainly raised the bar for many crime writers. True crime has evolved from 19th century police procedural nonfiction, popularized in weekly journals like the Police Gazette, and later in crime pulps of the 1930s and 1940s which depicted the glamorized lives of contemporary criminals. True crime books, like popular mysteries, combine page-turning depictions of violence, the tribulations of a fictional or real investigator on a case, and obsessive rants on the nature of human evil. What better antidote to excessive family cheer than wondering if the relative you're passing the Christmas turkey to is actually a serial killer?
