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But gravity always wins... (again)

On Monday, I wrote 1,249 words and finished "The Bed of Appetite." Which makes my tenth story completed during this so-called (by me) "dry spell." I think that I am pleased with the piece. I read it to Spooky Monday afternoon and she cried, which I always take as a good sign. In this case, it surprised me.

Yesterday was declared a Day Off, so we went to a matinee screening of 30 Days of Night. I suspect that Mother and I are still collating, but I can say that I didn't hate it. And that I can't shake the feeling that it might have been better, though I'm not sure just how. As with Resident Evil: Extinction I went in with zero expectations, as I'm learning that helps, especially with "horror" films. Sadly, no Milla Jovovich, but I very much liked the vampire design (thank you again, Weta Workshop!); quite marvelously creepy, quite alien. The little girl vampire (with her Einstürzende Neubauten tattoo) sort of stole the show. Josh Hartnett was an unfortunate bit of casting, but then he usually is. But Melissa George helped make up for Hartnett. Nice score. Mostly, I have a suspicion that, somehow, the location's potential was never fully realized. I will say more when I see the inevitable "unrated cut" DVD, whenever that may be.

The next few days will be a little weird. Jada's coming in from Little Rock on November 2nd, and we haven't actually had a house guest here, ever. So, there is much to be done in preparation. I'm also going to be doing some more reading for Joey Lafaye and letting the prologue come together in my head, so that as soon as Samhain has come and gone, I can get this thing started. New year, new book.

Well, this is a shorter entry than I expected it to be. But there you go.


( 3 comments — Have your say! )
Oct. 24th, 2007 05:56 pm (UTC)
For some unknown reason, the film really switched around a lot of characters--in rather unwarranted ways. For example, in the graphic novel, the "invasion" of Barrow was planned by some punk vampires from the US and Eurasia; their leader, Barlow, invites an old, extremely powerful, important vampire called Vincente to the town to take part in the little party he's organized. Of course, Vincente proves to be less than happy with the blood-feast, simply because...well, it's perfectly obvious that the World At Large is going to take one look at the massacre and realize that Vampires Are Real after centuries of going underground and working to make their presence an unconfirmable legend. What was the point of getting rid of *that* plot element?! It was cool as hell in the novel.

At the same time, though, the film made up for a LOT of the graphic novel's problems. It got rid of a completely extraneous character, featured more development of character on the part of both the humans and the bloodsuckers, and actually showed the tension and sacrifices involved in surviving in hiding for 30 days. And strangely enough, the film managed to capture the exact same scratchy, almost surrealistic style as Ben Templesmith's artwork.

And also, I applaud the film for completely *un*-romanticizing the image of the vampire. THese weren't a bunch of limp-wristed Eurotrash or fops of ambiguous sexuality and Byronic ennui--they were animals in fine clothes. Their Alaskan party wasn't a ball full of overdressed belle-dames and effeminate ladyboys with fangs, it was a hardcore fucking *bloodfeast* perpetrated by rabid, blood-sick monsters. Hell. Yeah.
Oct. 24th, 2007 08:24 pm (UTC)

Rabid, blood-sucking monsters who screamed like Blixa Bargeld.
Oct. 24th, 2007 08:37 pm (UTC)
In. Deed! And little girl vampires with Neubauten tattoos always make my day. At least there are some kids Out There with good taste in music. Too bad they're undead animals.
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