So BLACK SUMMER is over… wtf. The only reason anyone got amped about this title— the ballsy opening scene of a blood-spattered Oval Office—- gets basically recanted, all the boys die and all the girls get sentenced to a life of charity/custodial work way off in the background.
If DOKTOR SLEEPLESS gets to preaching any of this tame, fence-sitting booshit, I’m sending Warren a couple of my turds in the mail.
Might have done so already if I didn’t have good old GRAVEL to boost my spirits. Love the new look, & any random line from that grizzled shepherd had more meat on it than anything said in the last BLACK SUMMER.
Not sure what to make of CROSSED… I was hoping for some kind of Catholic maniac anti-hero based on the pictures of the dude who seemed to have a cross branded into his face, but turns out it’s a zombie title. Hopefully Ennis will get to a little of that imaginative theological anarchy he does in the full-sized issue 1…
And, in case you think I’m some kind of viral Avatar employee, my strongest recommendation for you this evening (especially if comics aren’t [yet] your bag) is to get the two ARMY@LOVE trade paperbacks. If you like dark, funny, and razor-sharp commentary on the absurd excess of modern America, and you like it delivered to you in the form of addictive & deftly-scripted soap opera, ARMY@LOVE is your best friend this side of The WIre.
jjaacckkssoonn:
when your critical output outweighs your creative output „ you are getting into an unhealthy area as a human . one decent song by any band you folks deem “unimportant” brings more substance & joy into my life than all of the “greatest” musical critiques printed out and stacked .
Listen to Jackson, he is ahead of the game by three or four turns.
TOMORROW AT DAWN:
Cex concludes Warscape
Meet up at 5:57AM in the empty lot across from the Copycat Annex (where the Sunday PM show is held)
Bring a battery-operated tape or cd player if you can
First one to make a movie about the Findlays wins.
From da wik:
The film started out as a low-budget gore film titled Slaughter which was written and directed by the husband-and-wife grindhouse filmmaking team of Michael Findlay and Roberta Findlay. Filmed in Argentina in 1971 it depicted the actions of a Manson-esque murder cult.
In 1976, the Findlays’ distributor, Allan Shackleton, a low grade filmmaker and sometimes pornographer specializing in sadomasochism, added a new ending in which a woman is brutally murdered by a film crew, supposedly the Slaughter crew. Filmed in a vérité style, the new ending purported to show an actual murder. The new footage was spliced onto the end of Slaughter with an abrupt cut that suggested that the footage was unplanned and authentic, and the new version released under the title Snuff.
This was done as a marketing ploy so that the fake on-camera death could be promoted as being genuine. Shackleton even went so far as to hire fake protesters to picket the movie theaters showing the film. Soon this became moot, as the group Women Against Pornography began staging real protests, which received coverage by such outlets as the CBS Evening News.
The new ending was not organised nor shot by the Findlays. After realising that their film Slaughter was being reused they threatened to sue Shackleton, later accepting an out-of-court settlement. Shortly thereafter, Roberta Findlay left her husband for Alan Shackleton, who taught her to make hardcore pornography.
Can that amazing twist ending really be true??? (God, the people who made 8mm really missed the real story, didn’t they?) But if that weren’t enough…
On May 16th, 1977 Michael Findlay was killed by decapitation in a helicopter accident on the roof of the Pan Am Building in New York City. The New York Airways helicopter Findlay and three other passengers were in the process of boarding tipped on its side while the rotors were still running.
