Now, before you get all excited because of those capital letters- which would seem to indicate something special about Wednesday- please note that there's really nothing to get excited about today beyond the fact that it's Chuck Woolery's birthday.
Sorry I've been an absentee mom recently...there just hasn't been much horror in my life lately. Well, except for my hair, which is neither bouncin'
nor behavin'. (rimshot) Anyway, I know you'd like to think that while I'm not here typing away furiously, I'm simply staring off into space and withering away, like Christopher Reeve at the end of
Somewhere in Time. I'm sorry to say this is only mostly the case, for sometimes I do
do things. Observe!
- I have been playing
Dragon Age II like nobody's business! That's right, nobody's business...and yet I decided to write about it anyway over at
Jill Sandwich, thereby making it
everybody's business.
WHAT. - If you are in Canada (yes,
any part of Canada), then you can see
Ludlow on the big screen this Friday night! It's showing as part of the
Female Eye Film Festival in Toronto, and it's also been nominated in the Best Debut Feature and Best Experimental categories. I couldn't be more thrilled. What an honor! Go check it out if you can...and if you're feeling particularly bold, please consider clicking "like" on
Ludlow's
Facebook page. I realize that I very rarely click like on anything on Facebook, so if you're thinking that this is a time for cyber retribution, I understand. It saddens me, however, that there are, like pages on Facebook for pickles and said pickles received more interest than my film.
Mind you, I do realize that some pickles are
really fucking cool. Like this one, that yodels.
- This woman be making comics. Like, a real ongoing, epic thing. It's called RPG and as you can safely assume from that title, it's all fantasy nerdery with, like, swords and monsters and quests and shit. It's still a newborn, but it updates on Mondays and Wednesdays, and you can check it out at
www.rpgcomic.com.
- Next week I'm seeing
Scream 4, and I will faithfully report on it when the PR people tell me I can. By the way, I refuse to call it
Scre4m, except for when I did it right there when pointing out that I won't do it.
- I fear that
Cathy's Curse is taking on
Rumplestiltskin-sized & -shaped real estate in my brain. That is to say, it's terrible, but I find the words "It's the best thing
ever!" coming out of my mouth and I desperately want to watch it and I kind of can't stop thinking about it. Oh, such powers Cathy wields!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some walls that need some starin' thrown their way.
Poor Carmilla, a woman-child who knows little of life outside of her wealthy family's sprawling estate. Petulant about the impending marriage of her cousin Leopoldo De Karnstein, with whom she's in love, Carmilla gets in moods (you know how women be) and attempts to frighten Leopoldo's fiancee Georgia with tales of the Karnstein's good ol' days as vampires. To everyone's surprise, Georgia (Elsa Martinelli) finds the stories thrilling.
I mean look at this picture quality! It's a CRIME, I tells ya. 
When Carmilla finally seduces Georgia, Blood and Roses veers into surrealism as both women enter Georgia's dreamy nightmare or nightmarish dream or what have you. It's an unexpected sequence, but the hallucinogenic imagery is creepy and fantastic, all reds splashed against black and white.
It's even better if you pretend they're all filing in for a Tupperware party.
If I were a guy, I would dress like Snake Plissken all the time. I don't know why you dudes don't do it.
WHAT. 
