At least for me, it isn’t. I have two irons on every burner on the stove. But I like it that way. What am I working on? Let me tell you.
“But I Digress…” Returns (Again)
I recently did a livestream with fellow author and content creator Ryan “The Omni Viewer” Collins, and it got a surprising amount of traction. I even garnered a few more subscribers. I heard from someone last year who wanted “the show “But I Digress…” to come back with more topics. So, I’m going to give that a try because I have to take my writing career as seriously as I do my podcasts (more on those later). My goal is to have a monthly livstream on the channel that discusses a topic and gives updates on projects, among other things. The first one will be titled, “The Importance of Escapism.”
A Regular Contributor to Kaiju United
I’ve been sending articles to the website Kaiju United, and now I’ll be a regular contributor to them. It’s likely I’ll be published there at least once a month.
A New Podcast
My kaiju podcast, The Monster Island Film Vault, will continue, but my other podcasts, Henshin Men and The Power Trip, will fuse into a new podcast later this summer. It will pick up where the other shows left off. Stay tuned for more details.
My First Audiodrama – “Origins: Rito Bandora”
I’ve been part of Karl Dutton’s stable of actors for Scyther Podcasts. While I’ve played Deadpool and soon the Human Torch in his fan-made Marvel productions, I’ve most popularly played Rito on Power Rangers: The Audio Drama. While (SPOILER WARNING!) the character was killed off recently, I’m producing a one-shot episode that chronicles his darkly funny origin. The script is finished and production has started. I hope to release it this summer.
Books, Books, Books
A few months back, I made a ten-year timetable for my writing projects, which included finishing the book series I’ve been working on for far too long. My current one is a standalone urban fantasy romance called There Sleeps Titania. I hope to market that to potential literary agents. Then I want to complete sequels and tie-ins to Pandora’s Box and Ninjas and Talking Trees. Then once I’ve tied up those loose ends, I want to launch the space opera I’ve had in my head for years.
EDIT: I’m editing another collection of unpublished short stories that is tentatively titled The Worlds of Nathan Marchand, Vol. 2: Tales of the Lost and Lonely. More details are forthcoming. In the meantime, check out my finally updated “Books” page.
As you can see, I have more ideas than time. Haha!
This week, another YouTuber published a bad faith video full of kaiju hot takes. This time it was GSTE making unfounded criticisms of the masterful Heisei Gamera trilogy. Such a hot take requires the combined powers of Nathan Marchand and Ryan “The Omni Viewer” Collins to rebut it.
This video proved controversial after GSTE got wind of it and bombarded it with comments. See and read for yourself.
It’s been five years (crazy, right?) since I updated my podcast appearances for y’all. Being that I’ve (co-)hosted three in almost five years, there are a lot more to discuss! Before I add some more, be sure to read my previous posts here and here and here for my first lists. I’ll do my best to include every appearance, but I may miss one or two. If I do, let me know.
Strangers and Aliens GODZILLA: KING OF THE MONSTERS – SA315 June 7, 2019 Just a few short months before I started my own kaiju podcast (again), I was featured on Strangers and Aliens to discuss the second entry in the MonsterVerse.
STAR TREK II: The Wrath of Khan and William Shatner Live – SA401 February 21, 2023 Official description: “Recently, Ben joined his friends William and Nathan Marchand to see a theatrical showing of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, which also had William Shatner do a live stage performance that was sort of a Q&A session. But it was really just an excuse for Shatner to tell some hysterical stories from his long career. For over an hour.”
X-Men: The Audio Drama Season 3, Episode 10: “The Trial of Magneto” March 23, 2023 After playing Rito Bandora for most of season 3 of Scyther’s Power rangers: The Audio Drama, I make my debut on their X-Men show as, of all people, Deadpool. I’m a post-credit gag.
(I intended for this to be set as a premiere on YouTube, but it didn’t work. Oops).
I’ve been sitting on this video for a while now, and I finally got around to editing and uoploading it. In this, I unbox a new anthology from Onward and Upward Media, A Time for Everything, which is a collection of short stories to which I contributed. Each of the tales within is based on a line from Ecclesistes 3. I chose “a time to dance” because I’m a ballroom dancer in my spare time. Enjoy this fun little video!
“Steamboat Willie,” the 1928 Disney short that featured the first appearance of Mickey Mouse, fell into public domain Jan. 1, 2024.
Perhaps I’m a bit late to the whole “public domain” discourse. It’s February, after all, and everyone is over “Steamboat Willie,” the 1928 Disney short that features the first appearance of Mickey Mouse, falling out of copyright protection. But as the first weeks of 2024 have passed and I’ve watched a ton of YouTube videos on physical media (thank you, Almighty Algorithm!), it’s brought to mind a lot of my thoughts on censorship and how it all connects to all of this.
The public domain is a double-edged sword. As a creator, I believe artists are entitled to copyright protection; it allows them to profit from their creations because that’s their trade. It’s no different than a fisherman who needs laws against stealing fish to maintain his livelihood. However, copyright in the United States has been extended to an almost absurd extent, with it now lasting 95 years. That’s well beyond the lifetime of (most) creators. Perhaps it can support his estate after his death, but that’s the most reasonable justification for such a timeframe.
The issue, I argue, is when mega-corporations get involved. They see their IP’s as only a means to make money, and they’ll be damned if they allow anyone but themselves to profit from them without permission. In the “old days,” actual people in these corporations needed to discover these unauthorized uses, but today it’s done through automation. That’s why YouTube bots constantly flag user content for copyright infringement. The problem is it ignores context and/or misidentifies the material in question. I know this firsthand because the remix I use as the theme song for my podcast, The Monster Island Film Vault, is now being flagged on YouTube as a completely different song by a record company I’ve never heard of. The whole system reeks of greed and even a bit of paranoia. In most cases, users are creative fans engaging with the content they love. They shouldn’t be punished for that. If anything, it’s free publicity for the studios.
Falling into public domain allows a piece of media to be used by anyone—which is both good and bad. On one hand, that can break an IP out of restrictive molds that have stagnated it or save it from mismanagement by the powers-that-be. (Just look at what Hollywood and other creative industries have been doing to beloved franchises the last 15 years or so). In some cases, it might be the only option to save something from ruin. I can tell you that I will jump at the opportunity to legally write and publish my own Superman stories in ten years since DC Comics likely won’t hire me. (I’ll leave it at that).
But, as a great man said, with great power comes great responsibility, and some creators have no business mucking around with public domain IPs. A.A. Milne’s beloved Winnie the Pooh books fell into public domain in 2022, and five seconds after that honey-eating bear was released into the wild, the movie Blood and Honey was revealed. Yes, a slasher flick about a guy wearing a Pooh mask. Now, sadly, it seems to have started a trend. On January 1, not one but two horror films “based” on “Steamboat Willie,” were announced: Mickey’s Mouse Trap and an “untitled horror-comedy.” There are also twosurvivalhorror video games in the works! I understand the creative drive to do something completely new with established characters. I can even understand the desire to stick it to Disney. But these? They strike me as uncreative and, at points, repugnant cash-grabs. Slasher movies, especially, are stupid-easy and require little thought. They flooded the market in the ‘80s and, with few exceptions, offered little value. Give someone a mask, a knife, and a bunch of top-heavy co-eds to chase and butcher, and you have instant “movie.” Boring. If a creator must make a horror film, why not lean into the unique features of the IP? For example, make “Steamboat Willie” a ferryman to the underworld. (You can have that one for free, writers!) Instead, they take the easy route. More than anything, though, this just seems corruptive. These are children’s icons, and these creators seem hellbent on destroying their innocence. I daresay it’s evil.
This brings me to the virtues of physical media. I’ll probably end up writing a whole other blog about this, but suffice it to say, in this case, it provides a means of protection and preservation for IPs in these culture war assaults. Unless Fahrenheit 451happens and govern-controlled firemen are sent to people’s houses to collects books, DVD’s, and vinyl records to burn, those stories will remain as originally intended. No amount of censorship can completely destroy them. They can’t be removed or edited with a few keystrokes. Physical media, in a way, is like a halfway house between copyright and public domain. You’re granted a “share” in the ownership of something. Ownership grants you power. The power to control when, where, and how you partake of a story. The studios and publishers can’t decide that for you. It shows that you’re invested in the story, which will motivate you to protect it; it gives you skin in the game.
Is copyright a good thing? Yes. Is the public domain a good thing? Also, yes. But both can be abused. That’s why we must learn to use both wisely—but we’re in short supply of wisdom these days.
Julian Bleach as Davros in 2023 (left) and 2008 (right).
While I still consider myself a Whovian, I haven’t watched “Nu Who” for several years. To put it succinctly, Chris Chibnall was Doctor Who’s worst showrunner ever, and Jodie Whitaker’s 13th Doctor has proven to be as unlucky as her numbering. That’s why I had some hope when Russell T Davies, the man who successfully revived the franchise in 2007, was announced to be returning, although I found the return of David Tennant to be a desperate gimmick to bait the show’s lost audience into coming back. Still, I was willing to give it a chance.
Not anymore.
The 2023 Children in Need special.
Recently, a Children in Need special was published on YouTube that shows an able-bodied and unscarred Davros, the iconic creator of the evil Daleks. While I thought the special’s comedic tone toward the “genesis of the Daleks” undermined the threat of the Doctor’s archenemies (a whole blog unto itself), fans, including myself, assumed Davros looked like this because it was a prequel, but Davies revealed this will be Davros’s look going forward.
We had long conversations about bringing Davros back, because he’s a fantastic character. Time and society and culture and taste have moved on, and there’s a problem with the old Davros: he’s a wheelchair user who is evil. I had problems with that. A lot of us on the production team did too, associating disability with evil. Trust me, there’s a very long tradition of this.
I’m not blaming people in the past at all, but the world changes. And when the world changes, Doctor Who has to change as well. So we made the choice to bring back Davros without the facial scarring and without the wheelchair – or his support unit, which functions as a wheelchair.
I say, this is how we see Davros now. This is what he looks like. This is 2023. This is our lens. This is our eye. Things used to be black and white; they’re not anymore. Davros used to look like that, and now he looks like this. We are absolutely standing by that.
It’s well-documented that the Daleks were inspired by the Nazis. These pseudo-cyborgs were created in the 1960s by filmmakers who still had fresh memories of World War II. Davros first appeared in 1975’s “Genesis of the Daleks,” which was written by Dalek creator Terry Nation. In keeping with the Nazi inspiration, Davros bears mannerisms often associated with Hitler and the SS. (In fact, he reminds me of Peter Sellers’s Dr. Strangelove, only not satirical). He is blind and disabled due to constant eugenic experiments he, in true mad scientist fashion, conducted on himself. This eventually led to the creation of the Daleks. In other words, Davros being confined to a wheelchair is a consequence of his attempts to make a master race.
The problem is Davies is concerned with optics. The image of a villain in a wheelchair, he fears, will make the audience assume all disabled people are evil. This ignores the clear origins of and creator intentions for Davros. His disability was self-inflicted and motivated by racial supremacy. So, by curing Davros to avoid “ableism,” Davies is removing the consequences of a far greater evil and disrespecting the creators who came before him. He has made a Nazi pastiche look more like the so-called “Aryan ideal.” Doesn’t this validate that evil ideology? Isn’t it, in some bizarre way, actually ableism?
If Davros must be able-bodied to avoid portraying disabled people as evil, then other iconic villains must be changed to remain consistent. Villains like:
Doctor Doom, who has a disfigured face.
The Weird Sisters of Macbeth, who are blind.
Freddy Krueger from A Nightmare on Elm Street, who is a burn victim.
Baron Harkonnen from Dune, who is morbidly obese.
Darth Vader, who is a burn victim, an amputee, and an asthmatic.
In all of these cases, these disabilities are the consequences of their evil actions and often motivate the evils they are now committing. We fear them because they’re stark representations of the true face of evil and its consequences (and also the fear of the unnatural or abnormal, but that’s a blog for another day). Removing these disabilities fundamentally alters the characters to the point that they are no longer those characters. It also implies that only “perfect” or “able-bodied” people can be evil, trading one prejudice for another.
There are plenty of counterexamples with disabled heroes. Characters like Marvel’s Daredevil (blind), Zatoichi the blind swordsman, Jonah Hex (disfigured face), and even Spawn (burn victim). Characters like them either use or overcome their disabilities; their disabilities motivate them to be heroic. In other words, it boils down to virtue vs. vice. Contrary to popular belief, these are not exclusive to particular groups. As a Christian, I believe “all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God” (Romans 3:23), which means all people are on equal ground before the Almighty. Sadly, we will in times that deny this reality. Instead of understanding the deeper motivations and philosophies at work in disabled villains (and heroes), creators look only at the surface and/or see them as representative of entire groups of people instead of as representatives of themselves. It’s the definition of “shallow.”
All that to say, I won’t be watching the new Doctor Who anytime soon.
I’m excited to announce that I’m one of the contributors to the upcoming anthology A Time for Everything, a collection of time travel short stories inspired by Ecclesiastes 3. My story involves time travel through ballroom dance!
Artwork by Tyler Sowles. Designed by Nathan Marchand.
I’m “unoffcially” participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) this year. I say, “unoffcially,” because I haven’t signed up and plan to write 25,00-30,000 words instead of the target 50,000. It’s my first time trying this, so I thought I’d start with a smaller goal. (Plus, who in their right mind thinks November is a great idea for this when Thanksgiving and holiday activities happen during it? There’s a reason some use January as an alternative).
My project for this is the much-demanded sequel to Destroyer, which is currently titled Apollyon: Body and Soul. I’m four chapters and 7,500 words deep into it, but I’m sharing its prologue here for you, True Believer, to read. Forgive me, for it is an unedited first draft. Enjoy!
***
“Come not between the Dragon and his wrath.”
–King Lear, Act 1, Scene 1 (William Shakespeare)
Prologue: Resurrection
Hydraulics growled as the Ilyushin Il-215’s jet engines rotated to VTAL position. Ivanov tapped a few buttons on the aircraft’s dashboard with his calloused fingers, and the words, Autopilot Activated, appeared on the monitor. The dark-haired, hard-faced man stood, reflexively brushing flecks of dried blood from his camouflage fatigues, stepped over the aircraft’s dead pilot on the floor, and walked out the cockpit’s door to the transport’s long main bay. There he saw his lieutenant, Nikitin, also clad in dirty fatigues, standing by a Typhoon Titan armored truck. The vehicle bore several years of rust after years of sitting in storage after the World War. Nikitin was a haggard man with a shaved head and long scars on both cheeks.
“Remember the Coalition!” said Ivanov in Russian.
“It will rise again!” replied Nikitin, also in Russian.
“We’ve reached the coordinates above the Zmei Crater, comrade. We have little time before the VVS realizes we have stolen their aircraft.”
“Do not worry. I have completed the Muromets Cocktail and placed it in the Typhoon. It will provide excellent raw materials for the microbots.”
“We lost a dozen Warriors gathering the alien crystals, dinosaur DNA, and alloys for it. If their sacrifices are wasted, you will pay with your life.”
“I assure you, comrade, we will succeed for the glory of the Coalition!”
Ivanov tapped several buttons on a control panel on the wall. Hydraulics hissed as gray light flooded the tunnel-like bay from the back of the aircraft. The thunderous wind coming from the open hatch was not unlike a roar shooting from a great maw, Ivanov thought. “‘Come not between the dragon, and his wrath,’” he said.
“Indeed,” replied Nikitin.
Ivanov pressed a final button, and the clamps restraining the Typhoon snapped off the vehicle’s wheels, letting it roll back and disappear out the hatch.
***
Darkness. Unending.
Coldness. Smothering.
Silence. Everlasting.
Crash!
Bugs crawling.
Teeth biting.
Eyes…seeing.
Lost limbs regrown.
Open wounds closed.
Severed sinews reconnected.
Skin wraps his body.
He feels the dirt.
Buzzing fills his ears.
Fire burns in his throat.
Heart beats in cold fire.
Blood flows in metal veins.
A voice cries in his brain.
Moaning escapes his throat in response.
His hands claw at the cliff.
***
Ivanov maneuvered the aircraft in a patrol pattern around the Zmei Crater under Russian radar for several hours. Waiting. Waiting for the results of this grandiose and desperate experiment. An experiment to avenge Mother Russia’s disgraceful defeat. What better way to do so than the irony of reviving the enemy’s greatest weapon and unleashing it upon them? Yet still, they wait.
“We must go, comrade,” said Nikitin, who sat in the co-pilot chair, “before the VVS finds us!”
Ivanov shot him a glare. “No, not until we know if the dragon lives again!”
“And join our fellow patriots in Siberia? No!” Nikitin threw his headset on the dashboard and shot to his feet.
But as he stormed off, Ivanov called, “Down there! Something moves!” Nikitin looked out the windshield where his leader pointed.
A few hundred feet below, a huge metal hand half-covered in blood-red flesh rose from the crater. Its claws dug into the ground, anchoring themselves, and with a great heave, a malformed cyber-serpent dragged itself from the hole. Crimson skin seemed to grow on its half-melted endoskeleton. A crown of horns slowly grew on a head that flopped wildly like a suffocating fish. It crawled on the ground like a snake, leaving a trail of dark fluids and dead scales in its wake.
“The dragon lives!” exclaimed Ivanov.
Nikitin pulled a computer tablet from his coat pocket and unfurled it. “I will upload instructions to the microbots to begin Operation: Dragonstrike.”
As if in response, one of the dragon’s red eyes flared, shooting a crimson laser.
A crash. Alarms blared. Red warning lights flashed on every dashboard monitor. The Il-215 spun and lurched and divebombed. Ivanov fought the control stick as his lieutenant screamed behind him. With lightning reflexes, he tapped buttons to lower the landing gear and forced the aircraft level out. But it landed cockeyed and slid across the rugged ground, grinding to a halt several long seconds later. It lay at a 60-degree angle, propped on a broken wing.
Sparks flared from the dashboard, singeing Ivanov’s fatigues, as smoke filled the cockpit. The Russian shook his aching head to regain his bearings, blinking to clear his blurry vision. He felt blood trickle down his left cheek. Cursing, he struggled to free himself from the seatbelt, and a giant hand smashed the ground in front of the downed aircraft, quaking the earth and rattling his teeth. A shadow fell over the cockpit as the rebirthed cyborg dragon slithered by, a low rumble echoing with his every movement.
A rare smile cracked Ivanov’s face.
He finally unbuckled the seatbelt and turned to speak with Nikitin–only to find the man lying dead in a mangled heap with the pilot’s thrashed corpse. The tablet lay shattered next to him.
“May the dragon avenge you, comrade!” whispered Ivanov.
He reached into his pocket and produced a cellular phone and tapped its cracked screen. It rang twice before someone answered. “I require extraction,” Ivanov said.
A voice with an Asian accent replied in English, “Is it done?”
Artwork by Tyler Sowles. Designed by Nathan Marchand.
For the first time, I’m participating in National Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), albeit “unoffically.” I say that because I’m not registering nor am I aiming for a 50,000-word novel. I plan to write 25,000-30,000 words for a much-requested sequel to my kaiju novella, Destroyer, which I co-wrote with Natasha Hayden, Timothy Deal, and Nick Hayden. Below is the just-finished prologue.
If you’d like to watch my progress in real time, join the Patreon for my podcast, The Monster Island Film Vault, for as little as $3 a month. Otherwise, watch for a new book from me soon! Enjoy!
Prologue: Resurrection
Hydraulics growled as the Ilyushin Il-215’s jet engines rotated to VTAL position. Ivanov tapped a few buttons on the aircraft’s dashboard with his calloused fingers, and the words, Autopilot Activated, appeared on the monitor. The dark-haired, hard-faced man stood, reflexively brushing flecks of dried blood from his camouflage fatigues, stepped over the aircraft’s dead pilot on the floor, and walked out the cockpit’s door to the transport’s long main bay. There he saw his lieutenant, Nikitin, also clad in dirty fatigues, standing by a Typhoon Titan armored truck. The vehicle bore several years of rust after years of sitting in storage after the World War. Nikitin was a haggard man with a shaved head and long scars on both cheeks.
“Remember the Coalition!” said Ivanov in Russian.
“It will rise again!” replied Nikitin, also in Russian.
“We’ve reached the coordinates above the Zmei Crater, comrade. We have little time before the VVS realizes we have stolen their aircraft.”
“Do not worry. I have completed the Muromets Cocktail and placed it in the Typhoon. It will provide excellent raw materials for the microbots.”
“We lost a dozen Warriors gathering the alien crystals, dinosaur DNA, and alloys for it. If their sacrifices are wasted, you will pay with your life.”
“I assure you, comrade, we will succeed for the glory of the Coalition!”
Ivanov tapped several buttons on a control panel on the wall. Hydraulics hissed as gray light flooded the tunnel-like bay from the back of the aircraft. The thunderous wind coming from the open hatch was not unlike a roar shooting from a great maw, Ivanov thought. “‘Come not between the dragon, and his wrath,’” he said.
“Indeed,” replied Nikitin.
Ivanov pressed a final button, and the clamps restraining the Typhoon snapped off the vehicle’s wheels, letting it roll back and disappear out the hatch.
***
Darkness. Unending.
Coldness. Smothering.
Silence. Everlasting.
Crash!
Bugs crawling.
Teeth biting.
Eyes…seeing.
Lost limbs regrown.
Open wounds closed.
Severed sinews reconnected.
Skin wraps his body.
He feels the dirt.
Buzzing fills his ears.
Fire burns in his throat.
Heart beats in cold fire.
Blood flows in metal veins.
A voice cries in his brain.
Moaning escapes his throat in response.
His hands claw at the cliff.
***
Ivanov maneuvered the aircraft in a patrol pattern around the Zmei Crater under Russian radar for several hours. Waiting. Waiting for the results of this grandiose and desperate experiment. An experiment to avenge Mother Russia’s disgraceful defeat. What better way to do so than the irony of reviving the enemy’s greatest weapon and unleashing it upon them? Yet still, they wait.
“We must go, comrade,” said Nikitin, who sat in the co-pilot chair, “before the VVS finds us!”
Ivanov shot him a glare. “No, not until we know if the dragon lives again!”
“And join our fellow patriots in Siberia? No!” Nikitin threw his headset on the dashboard and shot to his feet.
But as he stormed off, Ivanov called, “Down there! Something moves!” Nikitin looked out the windshield where his leader pointed.
A few hundred feet below, a huge metal hand half-covered in blood-red flesh rose from the crater. Its claws dug into the ground, anchoring themselves, and with a great heave, a malformed cyber-serpent dragged itself from the hole. Crimson skin seemed to grow on its half-melted endoskeleton. A crown of horns slowly grew on a head that flopped wildly like a suffocating fish. It crawled on the ground like a snake, leaving a trail of dark fluids and dead scales in its wake.
“The dragon lives!” exclaimed Ivanov.
Nikitin pulled a computer tablet from his coat pocket and unfurled it. “I will upload instructions to the microbots to begin Operation: Dragonstrike.”
As if in response, one of the dragon’s red eyes flared, shooting a crimson laser.
A crash. Alarms blared. Red warning lights flashed on every dashboard monitor. The Il-215 spun and lurched and divebombed. Ivanov fought the control stick as his lieutenant screamed behind him. With lightning reflexes, he tapped buttons to lower the landing gear and forced the aircraft level out. But it landed cockeyed and slid across the rugged ground, grinding to a halt several long seconds later. It lay at a 60-degree angle, propped on a broken wing.
Sparks flared from the dashboard, singeing Ivanov’s fatigues, as smoke filled the cockpit. The Russian shook his aching head to regain his bearings, blinking to clear his blurry vision. He felt blood trickle down his left cheek. Cursing, he struggled to free himself from the seatbelt, and a giant hand smashed the ground in front of the downed aircraft, quaking the earth and rattling his teeth. A shadow fell over the cockpit as the rebirthed cyborg dragon slithered by, a low rumble echoing with his every movement.
A rare smile cracked Ivanov’s face.
He finally unbuckled the seatbelt and turned to speak with Nikitin–only to find the man lying dead in a mangled heap with the pilot’s thrashed corpse. The tablet lay shattered next to him.
“May the dragon avenge you, comrade!” whispered Ivanov.
He reached into his pocket and produced a cellular phone and tapped its cracked screen. It rang twice before someone answered. “I require extraction,” Ivanov said.
A voice with an Asian accent replied in English, “Is it done?”
October was frustrating for me. My car broke down and wasn’t properly repaired, so I ended up stuck at my apartment and spending a fortune on Uber rides to my day job. Aside from tabling at Fantasticon Fort Wayne and attending a costume party at The Fort Wayne Ballroom Company, I didn’t get to do most of what I normally do for Halloween. However, I was able to watch my fair share of horror films, spanning multiple decades and several countries. I saw several for the first time this year, so here are some quick reviews of them.
Versus: I’ve been aware of Ryuhei Kitamura’s independent 2000 action-horror movie for a while, but I only just this year saw it. While I’ve unabashedly liked his work with Godzilla: Final Wars, I assumed this was just another edgelord-y, ultraviolent zombie shoot-‘em-up—and it is. But it’s highly entertaining and well-executed. It knows it’s basically a live-action anime and embraces it. What surprised me were the character moments and lore. This movie is equal parts Matrix, samurai, and Highlander, among other things. The heroes and villains are clearly defined. The zombies were unlike any seen at the time (i.e. gun-toting). It isn’t for the faint of heart, but if you can stomach the original RoboCop, you’ll have a great time with this.
The Phantom of the Opera (1943): This was the last of an eight-film blu-ray set of classic Universal Monster films I hadn’t watched. I admit I haven’t seen the 1925 silent version, but I have seen the version of the musical, and I own a copy of the original novel. All that to say, I was a bit underwhelmed by this film starring Claude Raines as the titular Phantom. It focuses more on the drama than the horror and makes the Phantom much less mysterious. The sets are lush, the set pieces often grand, and the script is solid, but I have a feeling I’ll prefer the 1925 version.
Parasyte, Parts 1-2: While this is often called a duology, I view it as a two-part film. It could be described as a Japanese take on John Carpenter’s The Thing, but as much as I love that film, that description is reductionist for Parasyte. This adaptation of Hitoshi Iwaaki’s sci-fi/horror manga from director Takashi Yamazaki is one of the most unique, riveting, and philosophical horror films I’ve seen in a long time. It has more twists and turns than a mountainside highway and one of the strongest narratives I’ve seen in a genre film. Part 1 is a bit better than Part 2, but it’s still great. I’m curious to read the manga and see the anime, Parasyte: -The Maxim-, at some point.
Carnival of Souls: For some reason, I thought this was a 1930s film (it was released in 1962) and featured on Mystery Science Theater 3000. (Mike Nelson did a comedic commentary for a DVD release). While it was regarded as a B-movie, Criterion released it a couple times, and it was their DVD edition I saw. This is no B-movie but an artsy psychological horror film. Mind you, I called the ending inside of the first 10 minutes (it was inspired by a French short film adaptation of “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge,” which was used as an episode of the original Twilight Zone), but that didn’t detract from the journey. Heck, it still leaves me with a few unanswered questions. I highly recommend it!
The Fly (1958): I was shocked at how macabre this was, especially for a 1950s studio film. While some may find the story absurd and the special effects quaint at best, I was riveted. The reveal of the fly-headed man still shocked me and the high-pitched cries of the white-headed fly as a spider encroaches on it were unnerving. I plan to read the short story that inspired it, but from what I read, they’re similar other than a change of setting and a “happier” ending. (Depends on how you define “happier”). Plus, it’s the movie that made Vincent Price famous despite him being a supporting actor. It’s a classic for several reasons!
The Fly (1986): I’d watched part of this remake before, so I decided to finish it after seeing the original. To call it a “loose remake” might be an understatement. It has the same premise, but the style, sensibilities, and story are quite different. The original was shocking for its time, but this is unbridled body horror. (It was directed by David Cronenberg, after all). Dr. Brundle, while still a tragic figure like his 1958 counterpart, ends up being more unlikable as he slowly transforms into an inhuman insect hybrid. The practical special effects are gross but have aged well. I even got some classic Universal Monsters vibes from “Brundlefly” toward the end. (An ending that was quite abrupt, I might add). Throw in Jeff Goldblum playing a nerd (what he does best) and a solid performance from Geena Davis, and you’ll have a good time if you can handle the several sex scenes and frequent grotesquery.
Shin Kamen Rider: Prologue: Yes, this early ‘90s Japanese “v-cinema” superhero movie is also horror. I’ve often heard it compared to Cronenberg’s Fly, which is why I watched that and the 1958 original in preparation for this. While I’m not as familiar with the Japanese superhero Kamen Rider as my Henshin Men co-host, I had enough frame of reference to evaluate it as a part of that franchise. Honestly, it’s just okay. It’s dark and gross and kinda boring. The Fly comparisons are apt, because it often copies that movie’s plot points, albeit weirdly. The best parts might be the horrific transformation scenes and the creature designs by Keita Amemiya. There are better Kamen Rider movies out there, so I’d only recommend this to the most hardcore Rider/tokusatsu fans.
Ringu: I saw the American remake of this J-horror classic years ago, and I remember it being good. I’ve been meaning to watch the Japanese original for a long time and finally pulled the trigger. The premise is fascinating but dated in the best possible way: anyone who watches a disturbingly bizarre VHS tape and answers a phone call dies a week later. The horror is more psychological than visceral and presents its premise like an urban legend. However, the film is less about amassing a body count and far more about unraveling the mystery of the tape, which taps into Japanese ghost stories. Sadako (or Samara in the American version) became a J-horror icon, and it’s no surprise why. If you enjoyed the Hollywood version or like J-horror or psychological horror, you need to watch this!
Kamen Rider: The Next*: I have an asterisk by this one because it’s a secret J-horror movie complete with a knockoff Sadako from Ringu. If you want to hear more about it, check the latest episode of my podcast, Henshin Men.
Happy belated Halloween!
What scary movies and/or stories did you experience during October? Leave your reviews in the comments below!
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