Friday, March 31, 2006

Friday Roundup

Spent yesterday morning in Northampton MA with the CCS and my amigos at Mirage Studios. Yep, class trip! It was a great session, beginning with a conference room chat led by Steve Murphy touching on Mirage history, the current licensing situations, movie adaptations (flanked as he was by framed posters for the 1990s New Line trio of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle films), the animated cartoon series old & new, and much, much more.

As that wound down, I headed upstairs to let Dan Berger, Mike Dooney & Jim Lawson know the group were on their way, and all three were incredibly accomodating to all of us. When lunch break came at last, I dined with Dan, Mike & Jim (always a pleasure) and Eric Talbot was in the studio upon our return -- got to meet his new baby; what a charmer!

Given the amazing end-of-March weather we were blessed with, the drives to and from Mirage only sweetened the day.

Ah, spring.
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A jaw-dropper March 23rd news item from Norway, Maine concerning "delegates" (ahem) from the Topeka, Kansas-based Westboro Baptist Church scheduled to descend on the March 25th funeral for native son Sgt. Corey Dan (killed in Iraq) sticks in the craw. The Baptists have apparently been targetting such funerals in states like Maine to (according to the AP news story) "...express its belief that American soldiers are being struck down by God as retribution for the nation's tolerance of homosexuality."

Huh.

And here I thought it was because of the nation's tolerance of President Bush and his neoconservative cronies in power.

So, it's not Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rice, Wolfowitz, et al who are responsible for American soldiers dying in Iraq: it's the gay community's fault. (Never mind that gays can't serve in the military -- it's their fault.)

Good thing we've got the rampaging homophobes in Kansas to redirect rational thought away from the real cause of "American soldiers... being struck down."

These bible-thumpin' hate-mongering busybodies intent upon disrupting the funeral of a fallen Norway, Maine son (as they have in other states) funerals prompted the mobilization of local sheriff dept. and police and the superintendent of the Oxford Hills Comprehensive High School to issue a 'no trespass' order against the Kansas protesters.

What absolute madness.

"Dear Westboro Baptist Church:

The only things you should worry about being stuck up your collective asses are your heads."


Oh, I'm sorry, was I being rude?

Not nearly as rude as a misdirected church's ongoing protests needlessly adding to the agonies of families who've made the ultimate sacrifice to the current US foreign policies.
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[Howdy to Tom L. -- hope your mom is feeling better!]

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Ali Baba Bush'd and other early AM ramblings...

[Note: I posted the promised CineFest Part 2 last night, so if you're just checking in this morning, be sure to check out the 'next' post, which was actually last night's post. It's a lead-in of sorts to the following's opening paragraphs. So, "two, two, two blog posts in one!"]

Among the delights of the CineFest weekend was an unusual curio from 1937 that sported a couple of one-liners that prompted nervous laughs in 2006, given their new political context.

In its day, Ali Baba Goes to Town (1937) was notable as musical comedian Eddie Cantor's first effort at a new studio (Cantor had just bolted from MGM to 20th Century Fox). It was also ballyhooed as the first studio feature to satirize the FDR Administration, and sure enough, the New Deal came under pointed fire in a number of still-amusing routines and gags. Surprisingly, though, the premise -- an over-medicated Eddie Cantor (having taken "12 pills at 2" instead of the prescribed "2 pills at 12" noon) dreams of bringing democracy to Bagdad! -- resonated directly with the present US foreign policy, lending it fresh topicality undreamed of by the filmmakers.

A couple of Cantor's one-liners about democratizing Bagdad were eerily spot-on today, the central parody premise absolutely relevent (Cantor's mounting of "the first democratic election" in Bagdad, which he has rigged to ensure the reigning patriarch wins, backfires when the populace spontaneously elects a very different candidate), and one toss-off sparked a hearty round of applause (in 'race-track' announcer-style coverage of the election, deviant election results from the outlaying districts with nameplays on Vermont and Maine are dismissed as expected aberrations). These political touchstones made this one of the festival's highlights, and a film worthy of wider exposure (highly unlikely, I know) while it's inadvertant timeliness still has teeth.

As a movie, Ali Baba Goes to Town was great fun unless you're completely allergic to Cantor's energetic schtick. As might be obvious from the brief synopsis above, this was essentially an Arabian spin on Cantor's previous hit Roman Scandals, which likewise spun off the premise of Samuel Clemens/Mark Twain's classic (and already in '37 oft-adapted to film) A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. Cantor excelled herein, and the film was spiced with an amazing on-camera (and in-costume) number performance by Raymond Scott & His Quintet (the highlight of the flick for me, and a typically inventive Scott number; what a treat!) and a blatantly racist blackface Cantor tune (backed by top-notch black performers, including The Peters Sisters and Jeni LeGon and the Pearl Twins) entitled "Swing is Here to Sway." Of course, the entire enterprise is racist, playing off venerable stereotypes of Islamic culture that have only further degenerated as we limp, raging like a country of madmen, into the 21st Century; at least the presence of the 1924 The Sea Hawk in the CineFest lineup offered a contrasting Western fantasy of Islamic culture (in which Muslim culture is embraced as a healthy alternative to the hypocrisies of British Christian aristocracy).

Typical of CineFest, the print was stunningly crisp and sharp, and completely uncut, sporting two sequences reportedly trimmed from most re-release and TV prints (according to the program notes by Gerry Orlando): one a romantic musical number typical of the genre sung by hunky Tony Martin to lovely June Lang, the other an odd 'domestic abuse' routine in which Cantor disciplines an Arabian husband accused of beating his wives. Like other moments in the film, nervous laughter ensued -- sad, really, all this is still so relevent and timely seven decades later.
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All this comes to mind as a means of feebly addressing our ongoing horrific national reality -- because I simply haven't had the heart to write about President Bush's ridiculous press conference last week, which sickened me to the core: the reality is too grim to coherently address in an impoverished forum like this.

I listened masochistically to the entire thing, and attempted to compose a post about it the day after, but gave up -- it's no longer sustainable. How anyone can swallow his blatant self-contradictory blather (touting the purposeful "spreading of democracy" into the Middle East as policy as justified because "democracies don't wage war" with one breath, and stumping for his damned "pre-emptive war" policy as justified with his next) any longer eludes me completely. Only an idiot could believe anything this President says, if ever it was possible. The only truth he speaks is in his caricature of "the forces of evil" against us: at one point, his description of "the enemy" and their tactics perfectly summarized current US policies to a 't'! You can hear the light spark in his voice when he curls a phrase like "tentacles -- of propaganda" (the William Shatner-like pause increasingly essential to Bush blather), completely dim to how succinctly such phrasing characterizes ongoing Rove-ian politics in our contemporary American theocracy/plutocracy. Bush abhors true democracy, as his record increasingly demonstrates.

Though the nation seems increasingly awake to the utter moral bankruptcy of this Administration, we still are caught like paralyzed flies in the web of deceit, corruption, and utterly destructive life-and-money draining "pre-emptive" lunacy too far along to redress in any rational manner. A new poll announced this morning reports that 3/4 of Americans doubt "we" can "export democracy" (and, furthermore, that the Iraq War is spreading terrorism) -- which shows how great the growing gulf is between our waking American conscience and this President's continuing attempts to profer the same failed justifications and rationalizations expecting, somehow, different results: the definition of insanity.

I'm glad I lucked into hearing Elliott Spitzer's press conference in NY yesterday when it was broadcast live via radio; Spitzer called Bush "hands down, the worst President ever" on environmental and health issues. Spitzer noted having "sued the Bush Administration no less than 17 times" for their attempts to block or subvert state environmental laws. It seems at last that some political will is mobilizing against the powers-that-be in this country -- but so much damage has been done, on so many levels. We will be decades, generations, correcting and/or rectifying the damage done by Bush and his mad neo-con cabinet -- we and our children and grandchildren and their children will certainly be paying the piper for the massive debt and global havoc already racked up.

Ah, more later --

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

CineFest Report, Part 2

Ah, at last, a little time in the late afternoon to deliver the promised CineFest overview's second and final chapter. Apologies for the delays and distractions, folks.

CineFest is an annual retreat for diehard movie lovers, who congregate annually amid various ill end-of-winter weather (every year we drive through one mix or another of snow, sleet, or freezing rain at some leg of the journey) for a mid-March feast of never-to-be-seen elsewhere cinematic rarities from the silent and early sound era, domestic and foreign. Though the mix is typically shy of anything remotely horrific (my meat, natch) and always favors at least three or four vintage westerns, there have been some exceptions over the years. I'll forever savor seeing the US debut of the Eastman House restoration (flawed though it was) of the 1925 The Lost World on the big screen, along with past CineFest screenings of other genre and/or borderline-genre outings I feared I'd never get to see: The Student of Prague (the Conrad Veidt version -- in fact, there's been some stellar Veidt films at CineFest I'd have never seen otherwise), The Circus Queen Mystery, No Orchids for Miss Blandish, Queen of Spades (years before its Anchor Bay DVD release), the occasional Lon Chaney rarity, etc.

What's wonderful about CineFest is seeing the films one has never heard of and would never have seen if it weren't for CineFest. I could go on and on about past glories, but suffice to note the gems of this March's harvest:

* The opening day's Warner Baxter vehicle Such Women Are Dangerous (Fox Film Corp., 1934) was my first fave of the festival, revolving around an affluent ladies man and pop romance novelist (Baxter, natch, in fine form) who becomes the obsessive focus of a midwest small-town fan and aspiring writer named Verne Little (Rochelle Hudson). Predating the writer-fixated psychopaths of Misery and Trance and Jessica Walter's unbalanced DJ stalker in Play Misty for Me, ingenue Little tries to ingratiate herself to Baxter, insinuating herself incrementally into his life. Trying to be a nice guy, Baxter's attempts to humor her only opens the door wider, ending in tragedy. Little ends up snuffing herself, clumsily but effectively framing Baxter for her apparent murder, culminating in the inevitable courtroom finale where none other than Irving Pichel (of Most Dangerous Game and Dracula's Daughter fame) griddles his ass on the stand and his savvy secretary (the lovely Rosemary Ames) labors to save his bacon. By and large, the Baxter films at CineFest have been great fun, and this was one of the better ones -- a lively confection with enough pathological behavior from Hudson to get me squirming and a compact script brimming with believable twists of the narrative knife (from a novel by Vera Caspery, author of the classic Laura).

* A war subgenre -- or, should I say, post-war subgenre -- that has become a staple of CineFest are post-WW1 "after the war" tearjerkers in which a young couple marry during the war, enjoy a single night to consummate their love before he is shipped back to the trenches, and she is subsequently told he is dead -- and, just after she finally falls for another, the embittered and very-much-alive (or just-barely-alive) vet returns. Heartbreak ensues. My personal favorite of the subgenre may always remain the silent Lillian Gish vehicle The White Sister (which Marj and I savored at CineFest last year), in which the 'man' the faux-war-widow falls for is none other than Jesus himself (Lillian becomes a nun, her beau returns minutes after she takes her vows -- too late!) and the melodramatic angst is given incredibly urgent geological manifestation via an outsized wall-mounted invention that tracks the rise of magma in a nearby volcano (like a barometer), conveniently erupting and sending flaming lava flows through the village at the very moment Lillian's Jesus-jilted vet hubby can stand the denial no longer. Talk about blueballs! Whew -- that classic made Guy Maddin's delirious faux-early-sound conceits seem positively rational by comparison!

All of which leads to this year's CineFest 'war widow finds out she's not a widow' WW1-set chickflick The Man from Yesterday (Paramount, 1932), which brought the archetypal heartbreak scenario to life thanks primarily to a deft script (punctuated with nicely observed details of 'fringe' characterization: the Parisian cab driver indulging the wartime marriage and honeymoon, etc.), atmospheric direction (by Berthold Viertel) and cinematography (by Karl Struss), and a stellar cast: Claudette Colbert at her finest, Clive Brook as her embittered British 'lunger' of a husband (a gas attack permanently impairs his breathing, keeping him at the cusp of death), Andy Devine as his loyal Brooklyn-born trenchwar friend, and Charles Boyer as the French military surgeon who takes the brave Colbert under his protection when he discovers she is pregnant with her (thought-to-be-dead) husband's child. Colbert & Boyer of course fall in love despite her reluctance to do so; she succumbs to his charms only upon accepting at last Brook's death -- at the very European resort harboring the recuperating Brook and Devine. I've no doubt the story was old-hat in 1932, but the cast and mise-en-scene lent it unexpected juice.

* There were a number of pleasant diversion amid the silent films that unspooled: the spry comedy Hold Your Breath (1924), in which comedienne star Dorothy Devore recreated the building-climbing comedy/suspense of the previous year's Harold Lloyd hit Safety Last; the likable Lewis (father of David O.) Selznick opus Is Life Worth Living? (1921), which answers its title "yes, if the scriptwriter is merciful enough to contrive an unlikely scheme to make one's fortune against all odds" inoffensively enough; etc. But the best of 'em all to my mind was the Leopold Jessner/Paul Leni-directed silent German feature Hintertreppe/Backstairs (1921), an excrutiatingly potent three-person drama that mounted a grueling portrait of unrequited love, dashed dreams and irrevocable loss amid a stylized but tactile urban squalor that anticipated the best work of Fassbinder and von Trier. Henny Porten and Fritz Kortner anchor the film as a housemaid and a postman -- they are the film, in fact. She labors endlessly over the interminable, repetitious house and kitchen chores of her unseen wealthy employers, though she lives in abject poverty herself. Her emotions hangs on regular if fleeting rendevous with her fiance, a worker (future director William Dieterle, making the most of little screentime), in what appears to be a chaste courtship fixed only in her mind as anything of substance; indeed, when he fails to show up for their usual doorway nighttime meeting, she fears the worst. Meanwhile, she unknowingly is the obsessive romantic focus of the dim-witted, deformed postman who sees her daily as she opens the door to accept the wealthy family's mail; this daily ritual is what the postman lives for, aching for their momentary contact to blossom into something more (echoing her own minimal contact with her nominal fiance, a relationship we see only as the briefest of exchanges). Thus, the stylized Paul Leni (future director of The Cat and the Canary, The Man Who Laughs) sets and co-direction -- the imagery dominated by the stark, narrow staircase which remains the only meeting place of the maiden and mailman until the fateful finale -- is matched by the expressionistic spareness of the Carl Mayer script (scribed by the man who wrote The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, Sunrise, etc.), and the suffocating claustrophobia of the constricted emotions and confined spaces close in on the characters and the viewer with terrible finality. This mega-bummer was the most powerful film of this year's lineup, and among the best silent films I've seen in quite some time.

* Equally stunning and Hintertreppe's polar opposite in all ways was the intoxicating adventure epic The Sea Hawk (1924). As Leonard Maltin notes on his blog (see link, below -- thanks to Mike Dobbs for steering me to Leonard's post!), The Sea Hawk was indeed one of the festival's highlights, adhering to the premise of the source novel (jettisoned in the more famous Errol Flynn adaptation) of "an Englishman [who] relinquishes Christianity for Islam because he can’t abide the hypocrisy he sees all around him." The 'Sea Hawk' was played by Milton Sills, starring as the English reformed-pirate-turned-gentleman who is so badly abused by his rival, his fiancee, his brother (who betrays him to none other than Wallace Beery, to be sold into slavery; Beery's character becomes the hero's sidekick via circumstances too delightfully complex to summarize here) and the subsequent twists of fate that he indeed embraces Allah and becomes Sakr-el-Bahr: the Hawk of the Sea! This was a rousing swashbuckler and grand adventure in the style of The Count of Monte Cristo, engaging in its melodrama, surprisingly expansive in scope, and the equal of any of the Douglas Fairbanks classics (though Sills brought far greater gravity to the lead role than the boyish Fairbanks could ever have lent it). Tom Weaver rightly stated at dinner that evening that Sills must remain the only action-star in history with the first name "Milton," but it must be said he was up to the challenge of bringing every extreme of his character to vivid life, from the lion-in-autumn retired pirate of the opening act to the (apparently) ruthless Sakr-el-Bahr, a performance worthy of any in its genre.

But enough for now -- I'll write about some of the other films later this week, if time allows. Typically, Marj sees more of the CineFest annual lineup than I do (my addiction for scouring the dealer's room demands some time away from the screenings), but she surprisingly walked out of a couple this year, including the Rudolph Valentino opus The Isle of Love. Leonard Maltin stuck with the film, though, and calls the film "...one of the oddest films shown this or any year..." and "appalling...unwatchable", so I guess Marj made the right call. I was too busy sorting through stills to care at that particular point in the weekend.

For more info and insights on the films this year, pop over to
  • Leonard Maltin's Movie Crazy --
  • -- if you're reading this after March 29th, scroll down to Leonard's "No End of Discoveries" post, with the CineFest 2006 booklet cover in clear view.

    For more information and to sign up, click on
  • CineFest Lives!
  • -- they're always needing "new blood" at the festival, so please, don't hesitate to contact them and get yourself on the mailing list for the 2007 event. It can only continue if warm bodies with open eyes who loooooooooooooove movies keep showing up!

    More later --

    Tuesday, March 28, 2006

    On Rick Veitch, Joe Schenkman, and the CCS Day Ahead; and, a Promised Link

    Full day ahead at the Center for Cartoon Studies ahead, with two speaker guests today -- following up on yesterday's CCS session with vet undergrounder and Zippy the Pinhead comix & comic strip creator Bill Griffith.

    Today, my ol' amigo Rick Veitch is spending the entire day with the CCS students, and we're being joined for the day by fellow underground comix vet and fellow Vermont resident Joe Schenkman (who's going to audit the class, engaging as a guest speaker later in the afternoon). Between Bill Griffith yesterday and Joe and Rick today, the students have a super-rare opportunity to engage with three living links with the historic underground comix movement of the '60s and '70s who have remained vital and productive into the 21st Century.

    In scouring my comix collection and prepping for today, I was reminded of how Joe's career touchstoned surprising key highlights of the underground years. His first published comix work appeared in NY City in the seminal The East Village Other comix paper offshoot Gothic Blimp Works (#4-6, 1969). After his move to San Francisco, Schenkman drew two eight-pagers for the San Francisco Comic Book Company (Half-Ton Pickup and Schenkman's Country Hits Jamboree, 1972), popped up at the famed Berkeley Con of '73 and in Insect Fear, San Francisco Comic Book (both 1973), and the beloved raunchfest mini Felch Cumics #1 (1975). As the underground movement succumbed in the mid-70s, Joe was part of two series that effectively and definitively capstoned the comix era, both edited by the great Bill Griffith and Art Spiegelman: Short Order Comix #1 and 2 (1973) and the glorious Arcade (1975).

    Joe has remained active to the present, natch, but I can't resist picking up the chronology with Rick Veitch's expansive and ongoing body of work. After drawing a continuing comix strip scripted by his famous poet/underground comix writer Tom Veitch for the University of Vermont's student paper The Vermont Cynic in the early '70s, Rick jammed with bro' Tom on the apocalyptic Two-Fisted Zombies (1973) before returning to the East Coast -- first to Vermont to engage with the birth and raising of his first son Ezra (now one hell of an artist, musician, and Vermonter himself), then to The Joe Kubert School of Cartoon & Graphic Art, Inc. to become part of its first class ever. That's where Rick and I met and bonded, friends for life; in fact, Rick led me to my first comix venue, Cliff Neal's Dr. Wirtham's Comix & Stories (1977-80), where we both had solo and collaborative stories published. We also jammed on our mainstream debut via a backup story in Sgt. Rock ("A Song for Saigon Sally"), though Rick did far, far more solo art for backup stories and "Battle Albums" than any other Kubert School student (1977-79).

    Rick's first graphic novel was our collaboration (with writer Alan Asherman, though Rick ended up scripting much of the book) on the Heavy Metal adaptation of Steven Spielberg's 1941 (The Illustrated Story, 1979), but that just whet his appetite for the expansive and then still-new form (remember, Will Eisner's A Contract with God and Don McGregor & Paul Gulacy's Sabre had only come out about two years before). Bonding with vet comic legend writer/editor Archie Goodwin, Rick turned out an impressive procession of full-color sf comics stories for Archie's tenure on Marvel's zine Epic Illustrated, which became the venue for Rick's first serialized solo graphic novel extravaganza, "Abraxas and the Earthman" (1982-83), and Archie also guided Rick through his second and third graphic novel projects: the Marvel Graphic Novel Heartburst (1983) and Epic Comics mini-series The One (1984-86).

    Since that time, Rick's prolific output never flagged. Most comics fans associate him primarily with his ongoing 1980s work on DC Comics's Saga of the Swamp Thing (1983-89), first working with writer Alan Moore and then writing & pencilling the series (#65-87) until the historic Swamp Thing #88 debacle prematurely terminated his run. Since then, Rick has continued a fruitful collaborative relationship with Alan Moore into the 1990s to the present, yielding many self-standing stories along with series like Miracleman (#9, 10, 1986-87), 1963, Supreme, Grey Shirt (for the Wildstorm/DC ABC line, 1999-present), etc.

    But this short-shrifts Rick's expansive body of work, as his career's continuity from the '80s to present was actually punctuated by affiliations with cutting-edge publishers experimenting with every imaginable variation of publishing modes: Epic, Mirage, Tundra, Vertigo, and the ever-present touchstone of Rick's own self-publishing imprint King Hell. After completing "The River" for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1989), Rick defined his 1990s with a mind-boggling run: graphic novels Bratpack, The Maximortal, the ongoing self-published 'dream diary' comix series (and graphic novels) Rare Bit Fiends, the bizarre sf series Technophage and scripting tenures on The Question, Aquaman, etc.

    Rick's latest creation is the upcoming Vertigo graphic novel Can't Get No (2006), which stands in my mind as a potent meditation on our post 9/11 culture as well as an astoundingly succinct culmination of Rick's obsessions, themes, and accomplishments to date.

    Rick is also bringing in pages of pencils from his brand-new Vertigo mini-series, which is presently on his drawing board -- more on that later, after I see it for myself.

    Should be a lively afternoon -- speaking of which, I best be getting ready for my day ahead...
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    I had promised to post the link to cartoonist/satirist extraordinaire Pete Von Sholly's own website, and I'm finally able to do that -- So what are you waiting for? Hop on over to
  • Pete Von Sholly's Website site!
  • It's a link I'll add to my permanent link list, in the blog menu at your right.

    But that ain't all! The publisher page for Pete's latest project awaits you at
  • Pete Von Sholly's Extremely Weird Stories...
  • ...more on that (and Pete's previous Morbid, Morbid Volume 2, and Sergeantstein) in future posts.
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    More tomorrow... including, at last, the promised CineFest Part 2 posting.

    Monday, March 27, 2006

    Weekend Wanderings and Monday Musings

    This past weekend, Marj and I took an impulsive trip to the north country and paid a visit to one of my old high school cronies, George Woodard, and his partner Gerianne Smart. The immmediate attraction was catching a Saturday night performance of George's semi-annual Ground Hog Opry musical comedy stage show, which was (literally) a hoot and a half and grand, great fun. An unabashed musical celebration of cornball comedy circa redneck country chestnuts like The Grand Old Opry, The Andy Griffith Show (George's Opry was, in fact, inspired by the hillbilly musician family that popped up on occasion on Andy Griffith's long-running TV series), Hee-Haw, etc., though the randy The Ground Hog Opry boasts a streak of blue humor (tastefully done) and 'blue state' political content (as such an equal-opportunity offender, scoring bulls-eyes against President 'Tush' and his cronies as well as VT's own Howard Dean, savaged in one skit for his historic campaign-trail 'scream') its wellsprings skirted or would have actively reviled. The most hilarious barbs came from Opry 'co-host' "Neal Down" (Al Boright), tag-teaming with "Roland Uphill" (George) to keep the whole evening rolling along in high, spry spirits and style.

    George has been touring every year or two with the Ground Hog Opry since 1991, and this was the first Opry since 2003 to tour the upper communities of George's (and my own) home state. It's clearly a beloved institution: the show we attended was sold out before the doors open, and there literally wasn't an empty seat in the house. Among the fruits of the Opry legacy is Vermont character actor Rusty DeWees's successful regional one-man stage show and video/DVD/merchandizing phenomenon The Logger, which Rusty launched as two skits in a past Opry. George doesn't do it alone: the Opry is clearly a collaborative venture, and this year's edition boasts vet VT performers Al Boright, Adam Boyce, Allen Church, John Drury, Ramona Godfrey, Jim Pitman and Marilyn Skoglund on stage, and Peter Bruce Wilder, Gerianne Smart, Sarah-Lee Tarrat and Jan Gendreau backstage or otherwise contributing.

    The weekend's surprise bonuses were many: quality time with George, Gerianne and her daughter Grace, generous screenings of rough-edit sequences from George & Gerianne's (co-writers, George directing, Gerianne producing) in-progress debut feature film The Summer of Walter Hacks, which was spellbinding and quite marvelous (the current Opry show and tour was mounted primarily to earn needed post-production dollars, in part for expensive but necessary film clips from a classic Anthony Mann western and song rights for High Noon's famous theme song). George has always scored as an actor, musician, and performer -- from the heyday of our high school stage work (we played "Barnaby and Cornelius" in Harwood Union High School's production of Hello, Dolly waayyyy back in '72) to George's many screen roles (in Ethan Frome, Timechasers, My Mother's Early Lovers, Mud Season, Nothing Like Dreaming, The Mudge Boy, etc.) -- but I admit to being honestly floored by his storytelling skills and absolute grasp of all the cinematic essentials in the footage he shared with Marj and I. George had previously screened his first short film Whatever Happened to Baby... Bear? (2004) for me, and we enjoyed his second short Johnny, Get the Christmas Tree (2005) yesterday, but both were simple filmmaking (literally film student: George shot both years ago as a film student at Burlington College) exercises, slight confections at best. The quantum leap to The Summer of Walter Hacks is staggering, and George & Gerianne's debut feature promises to be something extraordinary. Marj and I are now almost as eager as George and Gerianne to see the finished film (nobody on planet Earth is more eager than George & Gerianne to see this movie done!).

    There's still a lot of work to do -- insert shots to be filmed, weeks if not months of editing and post-production, etc. -- and it's amazing to know George has accomplished all this while keeping his family's dairy farm working, day in, day out (50 cows, 25 milking at the moment). In fact, the Ground Hog Opry program thanks "performance milkers" Randi Grout, Eythan Thurston and George's younger brother Steve Woodard (who is also Waterbury Center's local animal doctor, running a vet clinic on Loomis Hill), the folks who handled farm chores the evenings George has to be on stage. Even his busiest film acting schedule has required George and his family work around the daily farm chores -- a point Ethan Frome actress Katharine Houghton chuckled over when I interviewed her years ago for my ongoing Vermont film & filmmakers book projects.

    George is quite a fellow, and it's inspiring and humbling to see him keeping his creative life so vital, so alive, all while shouldering a daily workload that would embitter or break most people.
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    We also took a spin up to my old haunts in Johnson, which gave Marj her first tour of the Johnson State College campus that was so central to my life (in 1974-76).

    When I drove around to the parking lot below the Stearns dining hall and stopped to point out my old room in the subbasement of Governor's Hall -- the lowermost window facing the lower lot -- it was heartwarming to see whoever lives there now is a movie-freak, too: two one-sheet posters, one of which was the classic David Lynch Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me one-sheet, were taped up in the window for all the world to see. It was mighty tempting to walk up the hill, up the zig-zap cement stairs, enter that lower dorm door and knock on my old Governor's 'Subhuman' door -- but the drapes were drawn, too, and I know when we were in that room with windows covered, we were usually doing something we wouldn't have wanted some complete stranger knocking on the door to intrude upon. So, we stayed put, finished our brief driving tour of the campus, and then headed down to the downtown diner (same one I used to eat at, sans the booths me and my cronies used to sit in) for a quick bite to eat before heading off to Hyde Park for the Ground Hog Opry.

    Much more I could tell, but hey, it was a great weekend.

    Hope yours was as sweet or sweeter still.
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    This from The Village Voice Feb. 24th article by Nat Hentoff (compliments of HomeyM) -- a reminder, if needed, of how we as a nation are treating, and have treated now for years sans arrest, due process, or access to legal representation, state-designated 'suspects' and 'detainees,' not convicted terrorists:

    ...Eight "detainees" now being held at Guantánamo, another extralegal U.S. prison, have told their attorneys what it was like when they were individually held, at various times between 2002 and 2004, in a secret U.S. facility for more than six weeks before being transferred to Guantánamo. That secret prison was apparently closed after the transfer. This is their story, as told in the HRW report:
    "The detainees, who called the facility the 'dark prison' or 'prison of darkness,' said they were. . . shackled to rings bolted into the walls of their cells, deprived of food and drinking water. . . for days at a time . . . and kept in total darkness with load rap, heavy-metal music, or other sounds blaring for weeks at a time. . . . Some detainees said they were shackled in a manner that made it impossible for them to lie down or sleep."

    Ethiopia-born Benyam Mohammed, who grew up in Britain, told his attorney, in English, "[At one point] I was chained to the rails [of my cell] for a fortnight. . . . The CIA worked on people, including me, day and night. . . . Plenty lost their minds. I could hear people knocking their heads against the walls and the doors, screaming their heads off."...


    If ever an American wondered how "it happened here" with the Japanese interment camps during WW2, or to "oblivious" or complacent German citizens as the Third Reich rose to power, open your fucking eyes and ears. Don't fool yourself.

    It's happening here.

    Saturday, March 25, 2006

    Here's one for you Giallo-gobblin' Taboo-Tokin' Eddie Campbell fans!

    Thanks to David Gregory (and Keith S. Dias) at the Los-Angeles-based DVD firm Blue Underground, a fat package arrived this week containing many delights -- prominent among them one of three of Blue Underground's latest releases, Flavio Mogherini's previously-unreleased-in-North-America giallo The Pyjama Girl Case (1977). I'm aching to screen this, though I've seen the film once before (via a blurry dub from an foreign video release, provided by a friend back in the 1990s).

    It is, in short, writer/director Mogherini's extrapolation on the infamous 1932 (or '34, depending on which of Eddie's two stories you read first) Australian "pyjama girl murder" case which my old cartoonist amigo Eddie Campbell adapted to comics as "The Pyjama Girl" (published in Taboo 1 back in '88) and "The Pyjama Girl's Big Night Out" (in Taboo 2 in '89). The case history is a fascinating, complex, and ghoulish one, which Eddie illuminated to perfection in his companion narratives, which revolved around the indelibly sad image of the pyjama girl's unidentified body on public display in a vat of formalin solution at Sydney University until the 1940s. I won't give away anything more, save to say Eddie's initial piece was one of the formative contributions to Taboo, and by Eddie's own reckoning, co-editor John Totleben and I were the first US publisher to purchase his work for publication (though due to Taboo long gestation period, Fantagraphics beat us to the punch as the first US publisher to publish Eddie's work).

    Flavio Mogherini's giallo is light years away from Eddie's adaptations of the case, featuring Ray Milland as the retired detective who steeps himself in the mystery of the young woman's identity and death; Mel Ferrer, Dalila Di Lazzaro (vet of Dario Argento's Phenomena/Creepers and fave Paul Morrissey's Flesh for Frankenstein/Andy Warhol's Frankenstein), Howard Ross, Michele Placido, Ramiro Oliveros and Rod Mullinar co-star. It'll be nice to finally see, given Blue Underground's always-stellar transfers, Carlo Carlini's cinematography with crystal-clarity (and in a proper widescreen transfer of its original 1977 screen ratio), and hear Riz Ortolani's score with equal or better audio clarity. Ortolani, natch, scored countless glorious classics like Mondo Cane, Africa Addio, Cannibal Holocaust, etc. -- well, OK, those are among his most depraved works (and his loveliest scores), so I'm eager to see and hear Pyjama Girl Case in its current restored form.

    Why am I yammering on so about this? Well, Taboo, Campbell, and Bissette fans and completists, you need this DVD for your collection. December 12th of 2005, David Gregory at Blue Underground got in touch with me seeking info on the fabled Taboo strips (didn't know they were "fabled," didya?) and contact with Eddie Campbell, both of which I provided post haste. The end result: Eddie Campbell's two "Pyjama Girl" strips are reprinted complete in the DVD's packaging as a nifty little b&w booklet, adorned with a b&w repro of my original Taboo 1 cover painting (featuring my son Dan, deux, in his comics debut as a model, if you will) and my original Taboo intro to Eddie's first "Pyjama Girl" story, all reprinted with permission of both Eddie and I.

    Thus, the legacy of Taboo continues to spill into the 21st Century...

    Blue Underground is among my favorite of all DVD labels, and it was a bit of a puzzle when David asked if there were any of their DVDs I wanted or needed: I have purchased almost their entire line, from the moment their first release debuted. I urge you, one and all, to check out their online catalogue at
  • Blue Underground.
  • I can heartily recommend each and every one of their releases, if only for the exquisite care BU takes with every project: the most complete, uncut prints available anywhere in the world, the best transfers possible, the most complete extras, and the perfect packaging, each and every time.

    Thanks, David, for caring, contacting, and following through -- including the comp copies. It's an honor to be a little part of just one Blue Underground release.

    Thursday, March 23, 2006

    Seeing V

    Well, I caught V for Vendetta this week, and will be posting something on it by the weekend. All in all, it's the best and (to a point) the most faithful of all the features adapted from Alan and his respective collaborative partners's works, though the final act was major deviation and letdown.

    While I'm eager to discuss the film and its context, it will be tough to do so without touching upon the ongoing controversy over Alan Moore's widely-publicized stand against the film and any films based on his work. I've no desire to 'fan the flames' regarding Alan, but will find a way to discuss the film in some depth regardless.

    Bottom line: Read the graphic novel by Alan Moore & David Lloyd first and foremost -- it's an uncanny, totally prescient masterpiece, terrifyingly attuned to the political bankruptcy and fearmongering terrorist myths of our contemporary reality. In fact, V for Vendetta is The Prisoner for our generation: a coherent dystopian narrative that functions as both a dissection of our times, and a potential "how to deal" guidebook, if not an antitoxin.

    In its finest moments, the film captures some of Alan & David's substance and grace notes, and I'm thankful for that. But it simply doesn't hold a candle to its source, which remains essential reading -- more essential than ever before.
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    I have no such reservations, however, about discussing and tooting a huge Seussian trumpet for Pete Von Sholly's latest creation! Like Mark Martin, Pete is one of the sadly unsung geniuses of comics today, to my mind. If you haven't visited Pete's astounding website as yet, you must do so and promptly (link provided below, among others of relevence this morning).

    While it would be unfair of me perhaps to tease you with observations on Peter's upcoming Dark Horse Comics project Extremely Weird Stories (my personal fave page Pete peeked for me had its young, slightly pudgy protagonist awakening in his vintage Marx Brothers' dinosaur playset, complete with the 'plastic sheet' landscape underfoot), I can tell you a bit about the von Sholly invention about to hit the fan.

    His upcoming creation from TwoMorrows is a surgical-strike "shock and awe" followup of sorts to the affectionate pair of '60s monster zine parodies Pete packaged a couple of years ago, Crazy Hip Groovy Go Go Way Out Monsters #1 and 2. Pete Von Sholly's latest 68-page full color (oh boy!) extravaganza Comic Book Nerd offers more of Pete's lovingly-crafted insider's lampooning of a mutant magazine phenomenon he loves (and loathes) as much (hmmm, maybe he loathes 'em more -- let's call it "harpooning") as those ol' monster zines. In Pete's own words, this upcoming parody "takes on the fan press phenomenon complete with some glancing blows at the sorry state of the mercenary, hopelessly inbred, degenerate and greedy comics industry." Yow, sounds like The Comics Have Eyes! I used the word 'mutant' earlier with intent, you see.

    Whether you saw his monster zines or not, just a peek around Pete's online gallery should convince you he's the man for the job. Anyone who can so lovingly craft covers-that-never-were for comics-that-we-wish-existed (like Pete's Turok, Son of Stone and Star-Spangled War Stories "The War That Time Forgot" covers) clearly has the chops, talons and tools for taking on the current comics scene via satiric covers, ads, letters pages, and articles perfectly emulating the eleven industry mags/rags he's selected as worthy targets. Take a gander at the link(s) below, and grok those covers: Whizzer, the Comics Urinal, Ultra Ego, Comics Buyer’s Guise, Bagged Issue!, Comic Book Meatmarket, Scrawl!, Comic Book Artiste, Purviews and more. These are packaged along with "generous amounts of filler and art from his own failed projects... done with a mixture of love and bile," which has my saliva glands working overtime already. Pete says "I'm sorry if some of it may seem unfair but that's my job." Hey, someone's got to do it. I only hope it's as ravaging a savaging as the industry deserves!

    Jeez, Mark Martin's Runaway Comics and now Pete's pride -- maybe "funnybooks" are getting funny again after all. It's about time.

    So, what are you waiting for? Prepare your pallette and pre-order your copy when you let
  • PaneltoPanel Feed Your Comic Book Nerd Fix!
  • If you care for a bit more info and preview material, check out
  • TwoMorrows Preview Page for Comic Book Nerd!
  • Oh, and though I've misplaced the link to Pete's site, I can send you to
  • the Psychosaurus Site.
  • Enjoy Pete's faux-Turok covers, and dream away...
    ______

    Lest you think I'm gimping out or just gumming day-old porridge this morning, check out this site (compliments of my old JSC amigo Tim Viereck) wherein the game is how good you are at cherry-picking the serial killers from the programming language inventors.

    No fair that I scored high, given my studies of such things (serial killers, that is) -- how will you fare when you take the
  • Killer Kwiz?
  • Wednesday, March 22, 2006

    My Inauspicious Return to Comics is Now on Sale!

    Sometimes it takes a son or daughter to prompt a parent's life changes.

    Thanks to my son Dan, my first new published comics work of the 21st Century is now available.

    Last Thursday, Dan picked up the initial print run of his first photocopy zine Hot Chicks Take Huge Shits Vol. 1. It's his maiden voyage into such waters, and as such crude, rude, and eclectic -- but hey, we all start somewhere. Make no mistake, this is a rough'n'randy little b&w zine: 24 pages, composed of photos, collages, sketches (from Dan and a couple of his amigos, one of whom -- Sam, or L'il Sam around here -- did the cover), clips & quotes from misc. sources, and one of Dan's fave recipes (he's a hell of a cook). The Blind Dead figure mightily herein, too, with one of their skeletal hands popping up here and there, visually tying this loose collective together.

    Dan asked me if I'd do a short comic for his zine, and I speedily completed the four-page "Kafka Kaiju Eiga", which Dan has plunked into the center of the zine. It's my first published comic narrative since 1999, and as such might be of interest and/or import to some of you. For what it's worth, it's already led to my working up two more, and those (along with at least two more by myself and comics by a couple of my own friends) will be available later this year in a modest, affordable format (to be determined).

    But that's later. "Kafka Kaiju Eiga" is now. The only way you can see it is to send -- via snail-mail (Dan's not set up online) -- $5.00 US payable to Daniel Bissette and mail it to Dan at 118 High St., Apt. #1, Brattleboro, VT 05301. He will send you your signed copy of Hot Chicks Take Huge Shits via First Class Mail, and you'll have a high time with it. (If you're ordering from outside the US, I'd suggest adding at least $1.50 US to your payment.)

    Postal money orders are preferable, but he'll take checks -- however, your copy won't ship until your check clears. Do not send cash. And no, you can't order via me -- this is Dan's baby. It's a learning curve, it's his zine.

    For the record, thanks to Dan Barlow, Hot Chicks Take Huge Shits debuted at the Boston Zine Convention this past weekend (thanks, Dan!). As of yesterday, my son hadn't heard from Dan as yet, so I reckon my son is now awaiting his first sales report. Boom or bust, he's cool.

    Dan gave me my comp copies yesterday, which I had him personalize and I then mailed to a couple friends. He signed mine, "Steve! My first print job, and I published you. Sorry the pay sucks. Yer son, Daniel." I then signed every copy Dan had (so you'll be purchasing a signed copy via mail-order), and my heart swelled with pride and a strange nostalgia -- for a moment, I recalled quite vividly the feel and smell of the first box of Abyss, my first published comics work, when confederates-in-crime Tim Viereck (who financed the printing), Steve Perry, Jack Venooker, Mark 'Sparky' Whitcomb, Dave Booz and I opened that box of hot-off-the-Johnson Press zines in Governor's Hall at Johnson State College back in the early spring of '76.

    As previously mentioned, my daughter Maia Rose beat her younger bro' to the comics punch when she and two of her 8th grade friends collaborated on a photocopy comic zine entitled Phat Comics, back in (I think) 1996-97. Maia hand-colored all the covers with colored pencil, and my copy is among my treasures. Unlike Daniel's zine, Maia and her amigos did a genuine mini-comic, with Maia's distinctive drawing style of that period dominating.

    Where will they go from here? Time will tell!

    But whatever I do hereafter in comics that's published, you'll all have my son Dan and the students at the Center for Cartoon Studies to thank (but not blame).

    They're the ones who've got me drawing again, and willing to publish.

    Life goes on...
    _____

    A related bit of news: my son Daniel's first piece of art published by an outside publisher (other than his Dad: I ran a sketch young Daniel did of a troglodyte in Tyrant) is now in print, too, along with my own essay and accompanying cartoon illo. That would be, natch, Lucio Fulci: Poeta del Macabro (Underground Press, 2006), the Lucio Fulci commemorative book just published in far-away Italy, Fulci's native homeland. The book is primarily a collective of original Italian fumetti inspired by Fulci's films, an anthology of all-new horror comics from an eager and skilled creative pool.

    An email from Smoky Man (who contributed a story of his own) at Ultrazine arrived on March 9th, announcing "Fulci book printed!" Smoky Man wrote: "Hi Steve the book is out! It's quite good, my friend..."

    We're now eagerly awaiting our comp copies, and Smoky Man writes: "You can see the book at
  • Underground Press's website
  • (in Italian sorry)
    [No apology necessary, Smoky Man! - SRB] For order and info you can... write to ordini@underground-press.net for any details. The book's price in 8 euro (200 pges) + shipping costs. Hope this is good."

    Hey, it's all good. I'll post more here once our copies arrive. In the meantime, any of you interested in ordering a copy of your own, you've now got all the info you need.

    ___________

    [CineFest report, Part Two, to follow tomorrow...]

    Tuesday, March 21, 2006

    Back Issue interview worth reading; Mission Accomplished?

    OK, some of the odds & ends of the week:

    This just in from Al Nickerson of the Creator's Rights site and much inky infamy. This is relevent to my own career arc at DC, in a way; when Alan Moore, John Totleben & I were talking with DC about doing other projects outside of Saga of the Swamp Thing -- perhaps, if memory serves, in the window briefly opened when there was talk of dropping SOTST #29 when we lost the CCA Code Seal of Approval -- we proposed working together on a Demon mini-series. "Nope, sorry, guys," we were told, "that's already taken." It turned out it was Matt Wagner's mini-series that was in the works -- ah, well, more Moore DC might-have-been grist for the mill. We had our shot at the beloved (to us) Jack Kirby character in our historic SOTST run, so consider that a taste of what might-have-been, and savor what we were able to deliver.

    Anyhoot, now that I've given you that context, here's Al's press release, posted here as received:
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    BACK ISSUE #15 examines "Weird Heroes" of the 1970s and 1980s. This issue of BI features Al "Ink-Boy" Nickerson’s interview with Matt Wagner where these two creators discuss Matt’s THE DEMON mini-series from 1986.

    During a recent press conference, Al "Ink-Boy" Nickerson stated, "Matt Wagner’s THE DEMON was the first Demon series I’ve ever read. I loved it! And, now, twenty years later, I’ve gotten the chance to chat with the man responsible for such a wonderful comic. Who says dreams can’t happen?"


    Here's the link, lancelot:

  • Read About the Demon!
  • ___

    This from the UK Guardian, compliments of HomeyM, worth a read and some thought on this grave third anniversary:
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    Bush Didn't Bungle Iraq, You Fools ~ THE MISSION WAS INDEED ACCCOMPLISHED
    by Greg Palast  for The Guardian  20 March 2006
    __

    Get off it. All the carping, belly-aching and complaining about George Bush's incompetence in Iraq, from both the Left and now the Right, is just dead wrong.

    On the third anniversary of the tanks rolling over Iraq's border, most of the 59 million Homer Simpsons who voted for Bush are beginning to doubt if his mission was accomplished.

    But don't kid yourself -- Bush and his co-conspirator, Dick Cheney, accomplished exactly what they set out to do. In case you've forgotten what their real mission was, let me remind you of White House spokesman Ari Fleisher's original announcement, three years ago, launching of what he called,

             "Operation
              Iraqi
              Liberation."

    OIL. How droll of them, how cute. Then, Karl Rove made the giggling boys in the White House change it to "OIF" -- Operation Iraqi Freedom. But the 101st Airborne wasn't sent to Basra to get its hands on Iraq's OIF.

    "It's about oil," Robert Ebel told me. Who is Ebel? Formerly the CIA's top oil analyst, he was sent by the Pentagon, about a month before the invasion, to a secret confab in London with Saddam's former oil minister to finalize the plans for "liberating" Iraq's oil industry. In London, Bush's emissary Ebel also instructed Ibrahim Bahr al-Ulum, the man the Pentagon would choose as post-OIF oil minister for Iraq, on the correct method of disposing Iraq's crude.

    And what did the USA want Iraq to do with Iraq's oil? The answer will surprise many of you: and it is uglier, more twisted, devilish and devious than anything imagined by the most conspiracy-addicted blogger. The answer can be found in a 323-page plan for Iraq's oil secretly drafted by the State Department. Our team got a hold of a copy; how, doesn't matter. The key thing is what's inside this thick Bush diktat: a directive to Iraqis to maintain a state oil company that will "enhance its relationship with OPEC."

    Enhance its relationship with OPEC??? How strange: the government of the United States ordering Iraq to support the very OPEC oil cartel which is strangling our nation with outrageously high prices for crude.

    Specifically, the system ordered up by the Bush cabal would keep a lid on Iraq's oil production -- limiting Iraq's oil pumping to the tight quota set by Saudi Arabia and the OPEC cartel.

    There you have it. Yes, Bush went in for the oil -- not to get MORE of Iraq's oil, but to prevent Iraq producing TOO MUCH of it.

    You must keep in mind who paid for George's ranch and Dick's bunker: Big Oil. And Big Oil -- and their buck-buddies, the Saudis -- don't make money from pumping more oil, but from pumping LESS of it. The lower the supply, the higher the price.

    It's Economics 101. The oil industry is run by a cartel, OPEC, and what economists call an "oligopoly" -- a tiny handful of operators who make more money when there's less oil, not more of it. So, every time the "insurgents" blow up a pipeline in Basra, every time Mad Mahmoud in Tehran threatens to cut supply, the price of oil leaps. And Dick and George just LOVE it.

    Dick and George didn't want more oil from Iraq, they wanted less. I know some of you, no matter what I write, insist that our President and his Veep are on the hunt for more crude so you can cheaply fill your family Hummer; that somehow, these two oil-patch babies are concerned that the price of gas in the USA is bumping up to $3 a gallon.

    No so, gentle souls. Three bucks a gallon in the States (and a quid a litre in Britain) means colossal profits for Big Oil, and that makes Dick's ticker go pitty-pat with joy. The top oily-gopolists, the five largest oil companies, pulled in $113 billion in profit in 2005 -- compared to a piddly $34 billion in 2002 before Operation Iraqi Liberation. In other words, it's been a good war for Big Oil.

    As per Plan Bush, Bahr Al-Ulum became Iraq's occupation oil minister; the conquered nation "enhanced its relationship with OPEC;" and the price of oil, from Clinton peace-time to Bush war-time, shot up 317%.

    In other words, on the third anniversary of invasion, we can say the attack and occupation is, indeed, a Mission Accomplished. However, it wasn't America's mission, nor the Iraqis'. It was an Mission Accomplished for OPEC and Big Oil.

    **********
    On June 6, Penguin Dutton will release GREG PALAST'S NEW BOOK, "ARMED MADHOUSE:  DISPATCHES FROM THE FRONT LINES OF THE CLASS WAR."  Order it today -- and view his investigative reports for Harper's Magazine and BBC television's Newsnight -- at www.GregPalast.com. 

    Palast returns to the pages of the Guardian today with this column. Catch his commentaries weekly.

    CineFest report, Part 1

    So, sneaky Pete I am, I was away at CineFest last week with my sweetie Marj. The annual gatherum of movie buffs, scholars, and diehard vet viewers in Syracuse, NY every March is an event my dear amigo G. Michael Dobbs introduced me to well over a decade ago, and I've been going ever since. This was Marj's tenth CineFest, so I reckon I've been going for at least thirteen years, maybe more.

    CineFest runs four days, screening silents and pre-WW2 (nothing more recent than 1945) sound films from 9 AM every morn until about 2 AM. Every years is a different lineup, and with the sole exception of commemorative selections, every film is something otherwise unavailable (never on TV, not on vhs or DVD, and often unscreened since their original release), sometimes unique one-of-a-kind prints from around the world. The eclectic mix of short films and features always provide at least a couple of highlights per festival and usually one outstanding 'discovery' -- but that's not all that draws me to CineFest.

    There's also a small but lively dealer's room, sometimes two, and year-after-year at least a handful of dependable always-show dealers (Doug Swarthout with the Berry Hill Book Shop offering an amazing selection of film-related books; Carl Hoglund with his massive inventory of lobby cards and stills -- milkcrates full of unsorted stills! -- etc.) are there, along with surprise dealers offering something fresh to CineFest. The tables of Doug and especially Carl are major destination points for me, and I can honestly say my vast stills collection wouldn't exist without Carl's annual infusion. There's always at least two or three dealers with eye-popping collectible one-sheets, and though the pricing is too dear for me (not a rip-off, mind you, just the going rate for vintage one-sheets in the 21st Century), these make for amazing galleries of one-sheets I'd otherwise never lay eyes on. So, it's all eye candy, and some of it I can sometimes afford.
    _____

    The surprise item of the year this time around was a hot-off-the-press book by Canadian Gordon Reid, which Gordon himself (a familiar face and voice from past genre cons) was selling at one of the first tables in the main dealer's room. The Horror, Fantasy & Sci-Fi Movie Paperback Guide is a tidy 185-pg. illustrated overview/bibliography/semi-price guide to all the paperback movie adaptations and film books (e.g., illustrated screenplays are included) of yore, including a great 20-pg. color insert reproducing the key covers. This is the first book of its kind, and one movie pb collectors (like yours truly; another collection that's going to the HUIE/Henderson State University Bissette collection this year) will have to have on their shelves.

    Gordon knows his stuff and offers a generous biblio for this peculiar merchandizing/promotional publishing vein, illustrated throughout with b&w repros of covers and back covers. Only the key books are 'priced' -- that is, listed with estimated current market value, invariably offered as a span (e.g., "$5-$20") -- so this isn't useful as a price guide so much as a book guide. As such, it's an incredibly invaluable tome, and for me the value was doubled thanks to Gordon's featuring among the color cover gallery previously unseen gems like the rare Dragon novelization for The Creature from the Black Lagoon. As a maiden voyage, it's pretty definitive, though some may find fault with Gordon's inclusion of the early '60s 'fumetti' zines (Warrens' The Mole People, The Horror of Party Beach, Curse of Frankenstein/Horror of Dracula photo-comics-format adaptations, Charlton's crude 'fumetti' Black Zoo) or exclusion of borderline genre pbs (Herschell Gordon Lewis's Moonshine Mountain, mondo pbs like Africa Addio, Brutes & Savages, etc.). These are things I'm sure Gordon will revisit in a future revised & expanded edition, along with the occasional gap (e.g., the FantaCo Enterprises reprints of both Blood Feast and 2000 Maniacs novelizations), but as with the earliest 'guides' to monster zines, Gordon's pioneer effort is a ground-breaker, by its very nature inviting further analysis and research in hopes of uncovering those MIA titles and curios (tough tracking the regional pb presses; note the MIAs I've listed include four published-in-Florida titles).

    All in all, a necessary addition to any genre library shelf, and a must-have book for those collecting movie tie-in paperbacks. Gordon's debut of this new book was so close to its publication that he was unsure whether it was listed at the publisher's website as yet, or available on amazon.com as yet -- but here's hoping it'll be in reach for all of you soon. Knowing it may not yet be available here, I'll still offer the publisher's website link here --
  • Monsoon Books of Milton, Ontario
  • -- and provide you with the ISBN number, for search purposes: ISBN 0-9739409-0-5.

    Congrats, Gordon -- great to see you, and best of luck with the new book. Recommended, one and all!
    ___

    (More on CineFest finds and fun later today...)

    Meeting Creepy Classics

    Some of you may recall my article in Video Watchdog and posts last year about the Edison's Frankenstein DVD; well, the dealer I first purchased it from (at CineFest) was at CineFest again this year, and I made sure to spend some time (and money) at his table this time around.

    Pennsylvania-based Ron Adams and Mike (sorry, Mike, I forget your last name just now) were the folks behind the Creepy Classics display, and momentous selection of genre DVDs it was, too. I found so many goodies that Marj was twice able to 'raid' my stash for the coming Christmas season (yep, we plan and shop well ahead) during the show -- so, I'll have to thank Ron & Mike again come the yule. Top of my selection were all the previously-unfound Mexican monster movies I could find, along with choice vintage rarities like the US That They May Live edit of Abel Gance's J'Accuse (1937) and more. It was a bountious haul, and I've days of fine viewing ahead! If I'd had the dough-ray-me to blow, I'd have purchased much more.

    Ron also edits and publishes Monster Bash magazine (four issues to date, I think) and helms the annual PA Monster Bash convention, too. You can shop Ron's Creepy Classics treasures yourself online at
  • CreepyClassics.com
  • Tell him I sent you!

    (More CineFest experiences to follow...)

    Monday, March 20, 2006

    Catching Up!

    I'll be posting off and on today and tomorrow, catching up on the week's events, sights, sounds, etc., so check in now and again. Some of it may be lively, some of it may bore you shitless, but it'll all be... well, Bissette.

    More later -- gotta do the email thang.

    [Note on posted next day: the damnable email ate all my allotted computer time for the day, sorry! An email exchange involving a local community effort I'm involved in proved particularly time-consuming, but that's dealt with as best as I can. I'll make up for the crap posts yesterday by catching up TODAY! - SRB]

    Happy Iraq War Anniversary, America!

    Ah, President Bush, thumping on the trail for his war.

    As the commemorative retrospectives run on the air -- radio and television, and in print -- all that is reaffirmed is that the war was launched on a foundation of lies. Hearing the chronological strings of Bush, Rumsfeld, Rice, Powell, Cheney, etc/'s 2001-2003 war-mongering rhetoric (the ominous "mushroom cloud" smoking gun references are particularly infuriating, as they were then) only reaffirms how completely insane this ongoing war was and is.

    Sunday, March 19, 2006

    The Weekend End

    Ah, back in the saddle and home.

    Will post a proper post in the AM -- in the meantime: Phil, I fixed everything (see March 5th post), though your comment from this weekend must stay (I can't delete comments; anything posted here isn't in MY control to intercept or tamper with). Hope you can live with it, and sorry if your posting a comment caused you some distress or problems. It's a dangerous ol' blogosphere out here.

    I have a ton of emails to now plough through, so y'all be patient and I should be caught up by mid-week... in the meantime, it's blogtime every day again starting tomorrow.

    Have a great rest of the Sunday --

    Thursday, March 16, 2006

    Updates and vagaries --

    Delivered "Kafka Kaiju Eiga" to my son Dan, and spoke to him briefly yesterday. Looks like his zine (in which my humble four-page effort will appear) goes to press this week, and may even be on sale at the Boston Zine convention this weekend, if all goes well (yep, I rang Dan up, Dan, and he's into it! - that's a note to Dan Barlow, all). I'll post mail order info here ASAP, once my son gets it all together.

    So, the day began with a rare one-sheet poster for Adolfas Mekas's 1963 underground feature Hallelujah the Hills falling into my lap (for the ongoing Vermont film book project). I've also lucked into a little goldmine of Mexican monster movie DVDs (including the rare 1933 Crying Woman) and much, much more... reckon I've got some serious screening time to clear for April!

    Thanks to one and all for the birthday wishes on the comments, much appreciated. Also, please note that Colleen from the CCS has indeed posted the tabloid headlines from Tuesday -- if you haven't checked 'em out already, it's waiting for you in the Wednesday comments section, below.

    I'm blogging amid travel, so signing off for today. Hopefully see you here tomorrow...

    Wednesday, March 15, 2006

    Hey, Thanks, Tim!

    My longtime Bava-lovin' Watchdog-publishin' Throat Sprockets-projectin' Renfield-ravin' comrade-in-arms Tim Lucas wrote me a birthday sonnet -- and posted it online. Garsh.

    Sing along with
  • Tim Lucas's Watchblog Birthday Poem for Bissette,
  • and thanks one and all! (Scroll down to the Watchblog's March 14th's post if you're seeing this after that date.)

    51 is sweet.

    Another Link

    My Montreal contact (among many) Richard Gagnon generously sent the following link, noting I'm "being used as an example in this essay (positively, I might add)" -- click on over to
  • The Essay
  • and see what you think. Thanks, Richard...

    In his online essay, writer Kevin Colden writes:

    "I believe that an artist has to learn their craft, and they have an obligation to work to the best of their ability as often as possible. Many indie artists seemingly eschew learning traditional craft at all, seeking rather to experiment than to present a clear, clean story and be perceived as "boring". Similarly, many mainstream artists learn only established craft and apply it, creating overall clarity, but leading to many comics looking cookie-cutter. There is a middle ground somewhere, and I think finding that place is a noble goal indeed. Someday we'll get there, but it will take an overall strengthening of industry sales to allow us to really flex our creative muscles."

    He goes on to cite the collaborative efforts of Alan Moore, myself, John Totleben, Rick Veitch and our stellar Swamp Thing colorist Tatjana Wood (one of the real masters in the day) as an example of "a masterful juxtaposition of words and pictures, neither one overpowering the other," which is of course the synthesis Alan, John, Rick, Tatjana and I worked so hard to achieve.

    Thanks for the kind words, Kevin, and appreciate your recognizing and articulating our best efforts in the context of your broader point... which, by the way, succinctly addresses some of the primary factors of 21st Century comics my friend John Totleben cited in conversation last year as his reasons for leaving the industry at last.

    "Hey, Mr. Guy. Where Are You, Mr. Guy?"

    Welllll, it's happened again.

    The daunting task of wading through days of emails (with only slow-speed dial-up as my venue) has meant my limited computer time over a hyper-busy few days kept me from the blog.

    Fair warning: That'll be the case much/most of the rest of the week, too, sorry to say, but I'll get back to daily status next week.

    So, just to sort of 'catch up' and provide ample reading for the coming days while I'm away, I'll do a flurry of multiple posts today, including some fave links provided by the Center for Cartoon Studies students. There's a couple of doozies!
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    Publishers Weekly is interviewing me sometime this week about the coming Lost Girls complete/collected by Alan Moore and sweetheart Melinda Gebbie.

    As some of you may recall, Lost Girls was launched in the pages of Taboo, remaining our one-and-only color serialized graphic novel. It was a real leap of faith from Alan & Melinda at the time, and a momentous gamble for Taboo, especially since the higher production costs for color repro only tipped Taboo further into the red. It was also a bit of a kamikaze move, since the fraying relations between Taboo and Tundra were only further ravaged by the ongoing struggle over the From Hell collected editions, which effectively deep-sixed what little momentum Taboo had maintained in the direct-sales market.

    But what Alan & Melinda wanted to do was, to my mind, worth the gamble -- a truly adult graphic novel with sexual relations defining its heart, soul and being. Some argued at the time (within Tundra) that Fantagraphics' Eros line was a more suitable venue, but Alan & Melinda very specifically wanted Taboo to showcase their new creation: at the time, Alan and I were still enjoying good relations, and he and Melinda knew I'd fight to the end to maintain their complete autonomy on the series, sans censorship. This was immediately tested by the simple act of prepping Melinda's exquisite (and quite delicate) art for production: the necessary technical tasks would have to be done in the UK, as the potential for US customs seizing the pages was too high, and the delicacy of her chosen media (including pastels) were too vulnerable to damage en route, however carefully packaged.

    This added enormously to the expenses connected with the production, but Tundra was willing to indulge and bankroll the necessary steps. En route, I also negotiated with Melinda reprinting one of her earliest underground comix stories -- it was vitally important, to my mind, to assert Melinda's own critical creative dynamic in the new series, and an archival showcasing one of her most potent underground solo stories seemed the ideal vehicle. Melinda was overjoyed, and we quickly saw to the necessary payment and delivery of print-ready stats, and the story was scheduled for what would have been Taboo 8. Sadly, the cumulative toll of another Moore project -- the ambitious and unfortunately now-notorious Big Numbers -- the ongoing Taboo/Tundra friction (over a multitude of matters), and finally the cumulative weight of Tundra's own mismanagement and fiscal losses brought it all to a ragged end. Taboo 7 brought the series to an abortive end, and by the time Denis Kitchen and I pulled together the loose ends of the Taboo legacy for the series closers Taboo 8 & 9, Lost Girls and its promise were no longer my concern as an editor or co-publisher.

    I'm overjoyed Lost Girls is finally going to see light of day. I'll be buying my copy as soon as its available (no expected comp 'freebie' for this past-publisher; so it goes), if only to complete, as a reader, an adventure I was part of in its initial stages. We published a number of chapters of Lost Girls and I blew a nut over a truly mortifying Lost Girls TV series promo reel shown at the one-and-only "Tundra Summit" -- an event which was arguably the last straw in the strained relations between Tundra, Kevin Eastman, and yours truly.

    Per usual, I highly recommend you pop over to
  • PaneltoPanel.net
  • to pre-order your Lost Girls ASAP.
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    More on other subjects later in the day...

    Cool Link

    According to Lauren at CCS, this is
  • The Best Blog Ever.
  • It's pretty damned amusing -- check it out.

    [PS: The same blogger also has
  • this blog
  • which links to his many other blogs and preferred links.]


    As Lauren notes, "this guy also writes really lame christian gag cartoons which you can read at"
  • this link...
  • and she's right, they're pretty lame. Still, his other blogs are all of interest, on a number of levels.

    All Hail CCS!

    Yesterday's session at CCS was one of those flying leaps a teacher sometimes takes -- and it worked out fine. It was, in fact, pretty fucking cool and great fun.

    A planned and eagerly-awaited guest speaker had to cancel due to an unfortunate injury to his back -- so I dumped the planned day's events and immediately constructed a "Plan B" that involved the use of a live model (we've been drawing for 90 minutes to two hours from a live model for about five weeks now as a core part of the current phase of drawing studies) in a unique way.

    Fortunately, James Sturm -- our beloved Grand Omnipotent CCS Stomper & Lord of All That Flings Ink -- also called in the AM to alert me to the likely arrival of none other than Brian Walker this week, asking if I'd like to have Brian come by during class. Brian is a vet comic strip cartoonist/writer, currently best-known for his ongoing tenure on Hi & Lois, and celebrated by this particular cartoonist/instructor for his extraordinary two-volume The Comics: Before 1945/After 1945. He was utterly candid, relaxed, and comfortable with the class, answering questions posed by James and I before fielding the student's questions, packing 45 minutes with as much deceptively casual insight, information and "insider" scuttlebutt as any speaker we've enjoyed thus far (and we've had some great ones, with more to come!). Thanks, Brian!

    We were joined for the first half hour by a friend's teenage son, Jamie, who was interested in scoping out the CCS and audit a bit of the class. I am always open to this, and Jamie got the ten-cent tour of the CCS facility, met most of the students, and CCS Anchor & Cartoonist Extraordinaire Robyn Chapman took the time amid a busy day to chat with Jamie and provide him with some of the school's info and literature. Here's hoping we see Jamie again -- perhaps, down the road, as a student.

    Before Brian arrived, I outlined the plan for the day's sweatshop session: circulating copies of this week's World Weekly News, two volumes of the Best of the Sun (the infamous UK tabloid), and two histories of the most lurid US tabloids, we were going to recreate the sort of 'brainstorming' sessions Silver Age DC (then National Periodical) editors used to depend upon for their covers (the fertile soil from which the famed best-selling 'gorilla' covers emerged).

    Breaking the class into four groups, each group was responsible for cooking up the most outrageous proposed headlines they could come up with in short order. They then had to choose their 'top' lead, the intent being to crack up the rest of their classmates (thus, a "best seller"); once our adventurous model Penelope arrived, they were then given timed sessions to pose the model as needed for their cover layout art. As each group completed their model session, they were then free to move to another part of the CCS facility and pull together their cover layouts -- all I was asking for were tight thumbnails/roughs from each group, clear enough to share with the class by the class's final half-hour. I also timed this so every group could, if they wished, have one followup modeling session with Penny to either recompose or tighten up their final roughs -- only one of the four groups needed to work with the model a second time.

    For one of the covers, James Sturm joined Penny in a needed pose (in which Penny was a beaming mother, proud of her adult offspring); the cover concept hinged completely on whether or not James could or would pose, so I broke the ice and dared to ask our CCS honcho the unaskable -- and he gamefully stood tall and very, very still for a full ten minutes. Whew!

    Thus, by 4:25 PM, we had four never-before-seen or imagined tabloid covers or cover leads with the needed image. They were corkers, one and all... and no, sorry, I'll leave it to the CCS students to post their respective cover copy here as comments, if they so choose. It's their property, not mine, to share!

    We managed all this -- plus the scheduled student presentation (one of the requirements of my class is that every student do a ten-minute illustrated class presentation on an artist, cartoonist, or art movement) and three one-on-one student/teacher assessments (this was our first session, being at last at mid-term) -- and all on my birthday.

    As I prepared to head home, I called my wife Marj and we arranged to meet at one of my fave restaurants in Brattleboro, the Thai Garden. We met right on time, shared a marvelous meal topped by a gratis dessert and round of sung "Happy Birthday" from the restaurant staff, and then headed home.

    All in all, a fine day.

    51 is sweet.

    Saturday, March 11, 2006

    Big News for Gojira/Godzilla Fans (Like Me)!

    This just in, and I mean just in:
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    CLASSIC MEDIA BRINGS THE JAPANESE MONSTER OF MASS DESTRUCTION TO DVD WITH THE RELEASE OF THE ORIGINAL GOJIRA (aka GODZILLA)
     
    The Complete, Uncut, Japanese Original Available on DVD For the First Time Ever On September 5, 2006
     
    The Release is Part of a Monster DVD 2-Pack, Which Includes Both Gojira and the US Version, Godzilla: King of the Monsters
     
    NEW YORK, NY (March 10, 2006) – Move over King Kong!  Godzilla is back!  On September 5, Classic Media will release the complete, uncut, Japanese original, Gojira (Godzilla), on DVD for the first time ever in the US.  

    From legendary Japanese filmmaker Ishiro Honda, Gojira quickly became a monster classic.  Gojira will only be available as part of a special DVD 2-pack that also includes the re-edited US version, Godzilla: King of the Monsters, starring Raymond Burr. Both versions have been digitally remastered in HD widescreen. The Gojira/Godzilla: King of the Monsters DVD 2-pack stomps onto retail shelves late summer for $21.98 SRP. 
     
    Robert Mayo, SVP of Home Video at Classic Media, said, “It’s really exciting to be able to finally bring this classic film to DVD for the American audience.  Fans have been looking forward to the release of Gojira for several years.”
     
    For more information and updates closer to release date
    [and a peek at the trailer! - SRB], fans can log onto
  • Gojira/Godzilla on DVD!

  •  
    A Monster Metaphor

    Ishiro Honda’s 1954 black-and-white classic spawned a new genre called the “kaiju eiga” or, Japanese monster movie, giving way to countless sequels.  With its 50th anniversary theatrical re-release in 2004, audiences rediscovered the strong anti-nuclear message of the original Gojira film.
     
    Gojira contains 40 minutes of footage that was not seen as part of the re-edited, re-dubbed Americanized Godzilla: King of Monsters. In the US version 40 minutes were cut and 20 minutes of new scenes were added, starring Raymond Burr as an American reporter.  As a result, the original tone of the movie was changed and the anti-H-Bomb message dropped. 
     
    Gojira (1954)
    Run Time:  98 minutes
    When several ships mysteriously explode and sink off the coast of Japan, the country begins to panic.  Authorities are convinced that the unexplained activity was caused by underwater mines or volcanoes and sends officials to Odo Island to investigate. Days later, something comes ashore and destroys several neighboring houses, killing many locals.   Renowned paleontologist, Dr. Kyohei Yemane (Takashi Shimura), is called to lead a new expedition and uncovers the source of the problem – a 400-foot tall mutant dinosaur the natives call Gojira.  The Doctor insists that the monster, which was awakened from a million-year sleep by nuclear bomb tests in the South Pacific, be studied not destroyed.  Gojira soon begins a rampage that threatens to destroy Japan.  Can the powerful monster be eliminated before it is too late?
     
    Godzilla:  King of the Monsters (1956)
    Run Time:  78 minutes
    When American reporter Steve Martin, played by Raymond Burr, investigates a series of mysterious disasters off the coast of Japan, he comes face to face with an ancient creature so powerful and terrifying, it can reduce Tokyo to a smoldering graveyard.  Nuclear weapon testing resurrected this relic from the Jurassic age, and now this behemoth is stomping and smashing his way through the city.  Conventional weapons are useless against him; but scientist Dr. Serizawa has discovered a weapon that could destroy all life in the bay – including Godzilla!  But, which disaster is worse, Godzilla’s fury, or the death of Tokyo Bay?
     
    About Classic Media

    Classic Media owns and manages some of the world’s most recognizable family properties across all media including feature film, television, home video and consumer products. The company’s extensive library features a diverse collection of popular animated and live-action characters such as: Casper the Friendly Ghost, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, The Lone Ranger, Lassie, Underdog and Rocky & Bullwinkle.

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    Let's hope this release sees light of day! Back in the good ol' days of laserdisc, I was a subscriber to the Criterion Director's Series. The final announced Criterion laserdiscs were Toho-sanctioned releases of Gojira and (if memory serves) Terror of MechaGodzilla -- I still have the flyer in my files -- but alas, Criterion folded its laserdisc division before those were manufactured, and that was all she wrote.

    I caught the nationwide release of the original Gojira on the big screen (at Dartmouth's Hopkins Center) last year just about this time of the year, and it was a joy to behold. As countless folks and sources have noted over the years, the Honda original is a much different film from the US version we all grew up with -- somber, atmospheric, haunting, and unexpectedly potent even today (though of course the audience laughed at some of the 1955 special effects sequences, a number of Eiji Tsuburaya's illusions and compositions silenced the laughter, especially during Gojira's destruction of Tokyo).

    Of course, diehard kaiju eiga fans have been circulating bootleg editions for years on vhs and DVD, but it'll be nice to have a legal edition available at last.

    Per usual, I welcome any links anyone cares to post on this matter -- updates, rumors, critiques, criticisms, fears, etc.
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    Emails and Updates

    Heads up from emailers, alerting me to tomorrow's New York Times Sunday Arts & Leisure feature on Alan Moore and his upset over the upcoming V for Vendetta movie, which actually looks like the best of the adaptations of all Alan's works to the big screen. From London, my UK friend Kim Newman noted it was indeed the most faithful (Kim having already seen it), but that's neither here nor there in the realm of what it is Alan's carping about.
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    This just in, compliments of HomeyM: the latest evidence of the abuse of power the President's been so bully bragging about (his wiretapping of US citizens):

    BUSH REGIME TRIES TO INTIMIDATE INVESTIGATIVE WEB SITE
     
    [PS: Thompson has run a number of stories embarrassing to the regime, based on information from Bush administration sources]
     
    DOUG THOMPSON, CAPITOL HILL BLUE - In recent weeks, the FBI has issued hundreds of "National Security Letters," directing employers, banks, credit card companies, libraries and other entities to turn over records on reporters. Under the USA Patriot Act, those who must turn over the records are also prohibited from revealing they have done so to the subject of the federal probes.
     
    "The significance of this cannot be overstated," says prominent New York litigator Glenn Greenwald. "In essence, while the President sits in the White House undisturbed after proudly announcing that he has been breaking the law and will continue to do so, his slavish political appointees at the Justice Department are using the mammoth law enforcement powers of the federal government to find and criminally prosecute those who brought this illegal conduct to light.
     
    "This flamboyant use of the forces of criminal prosecution to threaten whistle-blowers and intimidate journalists are nothing more than the naked tactics of street thugs and authoritarian juntas."
     
    Just how widespread, and uncontrolled, this latest government assault has become hit close to home last week when one of the FBI's National Security Letters arrived at the company that hosts the servers for this web site, Capitol Hill Blue.
     
    The letter demanded traffic data, payment records and other information about the web site along with information on me, the publisher.
     
    Now that's a problem. I own the company that hosts Capitol Hill Blue.

    So, in effect, the feds want me to turn over information on myself and not tell myself that I'm doing it. You'd think they'd know better.
     
    I turned the letter over to my lawyer and told him to send the
    following message to the feds:
     
    "Fuck you. Strong letter to follow."


    Well, this is something we'd seen coming, in't it? Is Bush
  • the New Nixon -- or Worse?
  • The abuse of power has been characteristic of this President and Administration since before he was sworn into office. Why should anything change -- except for the worse?
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    And in case you're one of the millions of Americans fighting rational-enough depression over the ongoing state of affairs in our country, here's some more bad news:

    Business More Important Than Health at the FDA

    Despite a unanimous recommendation by FDA scientific staff not to approve an implanted device used to treat depression, Dr. Daniel G. Schultz, director of the Center for Devices and Radiological Health at the agency, kept its application moving up the ladder and eventually decided to approve it.... The device in question is a surgically implanted vagus nerve stimulator produced by Cyberonics Inc. In its one and only clinical trial, it had no apparent effect on depression. This caused FDA scientists to repeatedly recommend rejecting it.... Susan Bro, an FDA spokeswoman, claimed that the device had been approved because of the seriousness of persistent depression. Cyberonics argues that the device is the only "safe and effective" option for chronic, treatment-resistant depression. The vagus nerve stimulator is surgically implanted in the upper chest, and stimulates a nerve leading to the brain. Side effects can include:

         *     Voice alteration
         *     Shortness of breath
         *     Neck pain
         *     Difficulty swallowing
         *     Heart problems
         *     Vocal cord paralysis
         *     Death

    ...Internal correspondence within the FDA show that reviewers were bewildered by Dr. Schultz's continuing support for the device after the complete failure of its clinical trial.


    Not depressed enough yet? More info on this recent story awaits you over at
  • The Spartanburg Herald-Journal for February 17, 2006.
  • "KAFKA KAIJU EIGA" finished this morning...

    (And speaking of Godzilla...)

    I finished drawing and lettering my little four-pager for my son Dan's upcoming zine, Hot Chicks Take Huge Shits, this morn. It's entitled "Kafka Kaiju Eiga" and it worked out pretty nicely, if I may say so myself. Turning it over to editor Dan tomorrow when we get together for a birthday (mine) supper -- a real breakthrough for the ol' 51-year-old pop I am, as we'll be joined by my daughter Maia Rose and hopefully her beau Matt -- which I'm greatly looking forward to.

    This strip has already inspired two more I'm going to draw up this week, the first of which will be "Ubu Yog".

    Existential/Dadaist kaiju eiga comix are my new calling in life -- this phase may have as fleeting a lifespan as an adult lacewing, but hey, I'll savor it while it lasts.

    Rick Veitch's Latest On Sale! Get Can't Get No!

    Hey, over at John Rovnak's Panel To Panel.Net awaits that site's first exclusive item. If you quick-like-a-bunny pre-order Rick Veitch's eye-popping new graphic novel from DC/Vertigo, Can't Get No, you'll receive a full-color signed tipped-in plate created exclusively for Panel To Panel.Net.

    Ordering information and a review are already available at
  • You Can Get No Can't Get No at PaneltoPanel!


  • While you're there, check out Rick Veitch's one-of-a-kind Little Omens strip, which is also exclusive to Panel To Panel.Net, and Rick (who, unlike Bissette, never ever misses a deadline) posts a new strip every Wednesday.

    More on Rick's latest opus later this week...

    So, Rummy Was Saying...

    Overheard amid Rumsfeld's behind-closed-doors discussion of planned US handling of the impending Iraq Civil War:

    "Go and break through the lines -- and remember, while you're out there risking your life and limb through shot and shell, we'll be in here thinking what a sucker you are."

    OK, OK, that was really Rufus T. Firefly... who, over his long and extinguished career, was always more believable and reliable than Rummy.

    The Hill Has Will, as does Quick-Draw McGraw...

    Following up on the email I posted yesterday from Richard Arndt, it turns out that two country western stars have been speaking out against Bush's pathetic performance in the thrall and wake of Katrina.

    All I can say is, "Christ-Limpin'-on-a-Broken-Crutch, it's about time!" Reckon they gave Prez the benefit of the doubt and ample time before realizing how badly Bush and Administration have failed.

    Faith Hill and Tim McGraw are the two speaking out with appropriate (if belated) ire. A little homework this morn revealed this all spilled out at a Wednesday AM press conference in Nashville for ABC News Radio (so you can find the links thereabouts). Reflecting my same form of "grocer capitalism" my amigo Mark was somewhat appalled at earlier this month, McGraw said, "There's no reason why someone can't go down there who's supposed to be the leader of the free world and say, 'I'm giving you a job to do, and I'm not leaving here until it's done, and you're held accountable, and you're held accountable, and you're held accountable." That's three accountables, mind you, which is three more than Bush has called for. Continuing: Tim concluded, "This is what I've given you to do, and if it's not done by the time I get back on my plane, then you're fired and someone else will be in your place."

    Now, I like Tim reference to Bush setting deadlines based on when he gets back on his plane -- which is a hell of a lot quicker than Bush has been setting deadlines -- and I applaud his adoption of my own "grocer capitalism" model. You do your job, or you get fired. My God, what a concept.

    Being a Louisiana native, McGraw was understandably a bit more outspoken than Mississippi native Hill, who voiced her opposition and outrage a bit less pragmatically or forcefully. I reckon Tim must have held down day-jobs a little more in his previous life than Faith did, but I can't say fer sher.

    Anyhoot, it's about time, I say, and a little sprig of hope in our spring season that more Americans may pull the heads they've kept firmly fixed up their asses out and wake up to the abysmal record and reality of you-know-who and call for some change -- maybe even in time for the coming election. GOP out -- anyone else in.

    Grocer capitalists, start campaigning!

    Friday, March 10, 2006

    A Day of Posts

    I'm going to be posting off and on all today and tomorrow -- bits and pieces, followups to prior posts, and some just plain weird shit.

    Let's start with a Friday morning dose of weird shit, shall we?

    I'm loving the Mondo Macabre DVD releases of Turkish flicks (particularly the double-features!), and here's hoping they soon get to Killink in Istanbul, which looks to put the rest of the pack to shame. (Special thanks to the ever-vigilant Jean-Marc for bringing this gem to my attention.)

    Is it Killink or Klinik? I'm not sure, but I do know if Todd McFarlane is serious about mounting a proper rip-off of Marvelman/Miracleman in our lifetimes and getting his MM to the big screen, he'd best be talking Turkey right now and getting that Turkish co-production underway pronto. Forget Bryan Singer -- only filmmakers like Yilmaz Atadeniz could do Todd's MM justice.

    Here's the scoop:

    Killink Istanbulda (Killink in Istanbul)
    1967/70'/Siyah Beyaz B&W
    Yönetmen (Director): Yilmaz Atadeniz
    Oyuncular (Cast): Irfan Atasoy, Pervin Par, Yildirim Gencer, Suzan
    Avci, Muzaffer Tema


    While trying to find the secret formula of a ray weapon, Klinik (sic) in skeleton costume-faces meets "A Flying Man" - a mixture of Captain Marvel and Superman. The movie is considered to be closer to the patterns of the European anti-hero trend than to the American super-hero due to the limited amount of sado-eroticism it includes.

    Ya don't believe me? Well, quick, click over and scroll down to
  • Killink in Istanbul!


  • (Man, I would love to see the rest of the films listed on that site -- Tarzan in Istanbul is an almost mythic 'lost treasure' in my addled cine-wish-list!)

    Fave First Morning Email of the Day, and Links to Bissette Interviews on Taboo and Bizarre Adventures

    This from Richard J. Arndt:

    "Guys, you might want to take a look at the country singers' reaction to Katrina. When a conservative president can get Faith Hill, 'Miss Beautiful Soccer Mom" to get angry enough to ignore her own fan base and descibe the federal efforts in Louisiana & Mississippi as "Bullshit" then I think you've lost a major part of your power base. The fall elections may turn out to be very interesting."

    Amen!

    BTW, if you haven't had enough of my blathering on this blog almost every dog-day, bop on over to Richard's website -- crammed to the brim with comics creator and publisher interviews -- and check out Richard's interviews with yours truly. Heck, check out everything Richard's been up to, which provides as comprehensive an overview of the 1970s-90s horror comics and indy comics scene as I've found anywhere, in print or on the web.

    If you're going for the whole enchilada, click on
  • Richard Arndt's Amazing Comics Biblio/Interview Site
  • If you're on a diet or have just a smidgin' of time to tally, then you can find the interviews with yours truly at:
  • Richard Arndt's Marvel B&W zine Index & Interviews (with Bissette, Tony Isabella, Walt Simonson & Tim Conrad!)
  • (Note: This is a huge document that may take some time to load completely - scroll to the final pages for the interviews; I'm about at the bottom of the barrel, malingering like the Fluke-Man in the chemical toilet in that great X-Files episode.)
  • The Taboo Index & Interview


  • Note, too, Richard's kind writeup of Steve Perry and my story "A Frog is a Frog" in his biblio entry for Bizarre Adventures #31:

    "‘A Frog Is A Frog’ is the second best {following ‘In The Silence Of The City’ from The Haunt Of Horror #1} B&W horror story Marvel published.  A young boy, wrapped up in gory fantasies {including this very issue of Bizarre Adventures}, slowly realizes that his best friend is a budding serial killer. Bissette was only a few months away from taking over Swamp Thing and his dark, creepy artwork is absolutely perfect here. Perry’s dark, dense script is equally fine, expertly detailing that love all boys undergoing puberty have of the perverse, which is just as easily depicted in comics as it can be in books, movies or videogames, and then paralleling that oddly normal and understandable love of the good kid with the truly perverse sickness and bloodlust of his pal. There’s also a twist ending that manages to be gentle, right, comforting and chilling at one and the same time.  This story is a genuine horror and comic classic and well worth seeking out for the true horror fan."

    Thanks, Richard! What a sweet way to start a Friday...

    Wednesday, March 08, 2006

    Buy Runaway Comics! And Here's Why...

    Shameless Plug Dept.:

    My amigo Mark Martin may be a gadfly in the comment section herein, but he is among the world's most marvelous cartoonists in my mind. I've been addicted to Mark's work since before we met, and since then -- well, my vein is already tied off and throbbing, as it has been since 20 Nude Dancers 20 vanished from the pages of The Comics Buyer's Guide and the Lillian Spencer Drake catalogue gasped its final gulp of inky air. My vein is gasping, too, like a beached pollywog. And here comes the needle -- Runaway Comics! -- the fix I need of Mark Martin!

    Mind you, Mark has done a great many comics since 20 Nude Dancers 20: he brought Underwhere to life, as the illustrator of the graphic novel, though its wasn't his project per se, providing a rare glimpse of Mark as the "hired hand" most cartoonists remain (the core concept, story & script were Kevin Eastman and Paul Jenkins, if memory serves); Hyena was peppered with splatters of his genius (including his editorial skills, forging one of the unsung adventurous humor zines of the '90s). But both of those projects left Mark unsatisfied, plagued as they were from the root by the tension and demands of the Tundra years (Mark was also art director and frequent 'straw boss' -- Tundra-speak for editor -- of too many troubled projects, including my own). Still, Mark remained productive and prolific, but the steady mini-fix in Nickelodeon magazine and occasional surprises like his Spongebob Squarepants work weren't pure, unadulterated Martin mania -- the pure stuff 20 Nude Dancers 20 always jolted the system with.

    I'm most eager and hopeful about Runaway Comics because it's the most excited I've seen Mark about his own work in years, and that's a stellar sign. As with all media I seek out, I've avoided reading anything from or about Mark's latest, though he's been dropping some tantalizing tidbits over the past few months, morsels I've immediately melted down and mainlined in anticipation of the Big Fix -- the first issue of Runaway!

    I'll rhapsodize over the richness that was 20 Nude Dancers 20 and Lillian Spencer Drake another day -- in the meantime, the focus is fixed upon the upcoming Runaway (cue song: "My run-run-run-run-runaway --"). So I urge you, immediately, to either click on over to
  • Panel to Panel.net
  • and place your order, or ring up your local comics shop and place your preorder now.
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    Town Meeting here in Marlboro was quite a day -- a couple of truly contentious issues split the town, one quite literally (a standing count of the vote revealed a mere three vote difference). I won't go into the details here, as it most likely won't matter a hill of beans to any of you. But I'm now on two town committees -- one investigating getting high-speed broadband internet access here in Marlboro -- and doing my part for my town. That may pop up here, time to time.

    While at the meeting, though, I did doodle away on a four-page comic story I'm doing for my son Dan's upcoming mini-zine. Many of the women in the room were cross-stitching and needle-pointing, I was drawing. It's all the same constructive meditative state, I reckon. Working title: "Kafka's Kaiju". Got two pages done amid the hubbub of the day, and enjoyed it immensely.

    So, if you've been hankering for a Bissette comics fix, you'll now have to buy Dan's zine, wontcha?
    ____

    "The money power preys upon the nation in times of peace and conspires against it in times of adversity. It is more despotic than monarchy, more insolent than autocracy, more selfish than bureaucracy. I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for my country. Corporations have been enthroned, an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money-power of he country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until wealth is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed."

    - Abraham Lincoln

    We're there, Abe.

    Tuesday, March 07, 2006

    See what I mean?

    Once again, I've struck out. I'm never to find this book! SEVENTH email purchase -- SEVENTH strike out.
    ____

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    Town Meeting Day in Vermont!

    So off I go, to Town Meeting -- a grand VT democratic tradition.

    So, no post until later in the day or evening, or even tomorrow. All depends how long it takes to wrestle through the annual issues of property taxes, school budgets, roads, policing, and all such as that...

    If you're living in VT -- VOTE! No excuses!

    Later, all.

    Monday, March 06, 2006

    A New Venue to Discuss Creator Rights Issues Online Launches Today...

    This just in from Al Nickerson, an active cartoonist and comics pro who in 2005 sponsored the first venue for discussion of the Creator Bill of Rights in over a decade. Al and his associates (Brandon Carr & Chuck Morrison) are elevating the discussion to a whole new level as of today, and I urge you all -- particularly those of you with a stake in this via your own work in various fields, from cartoonists to journalists, from poets to novelists -- to take part.

    "On March 6, 2006, in honor of Will Eisner’s birthday, Brandon Carr, Chuck Morrison and myself will launch The Creator’s Rights Forum.

    This is the place where anyone and everyone can join in the talks on The Creator’s Bill of Rights and creator's rights in general.

    Creator’s rights is a topic that is very dear to many of us. For only continued discussions on this subject further much needed change for comic book artists and creators. So, please feel free to speak up, speak loudly, and speak often."

    Make the jump, right now --
  • The Creator's Rights Forum


  • See you there!

    Reply and Context to a Comment on Yesterday's Posting

    Yesterday, commenting on a posting that had nothing to do with the UAE (United Arab Emirates) ports deal, my amigo Mark Martin wrote:

    "Back to UAE: See, this is what I meant.
  • http://msnbc.msn.com/id/11657573/

  • Shamey, shamey.


    First off, thanks for the link. I always welcome any and all further or followup info on matters aired here!

    Secondly, however, what's with the "shamey, shamey" horseshit?

    Now, it might seem to casual Myrant readers that you seem to be presuming to know my "position" on the complex issue of the UAE, Mark, when all I've stated to anyone other than my wife Marj is the following on this very blog, circa my February 18th posting:
    ___

    "The week began with the subcommittee reports on the scandalous failure of the gov't at all levels in their individual and collective Katrina response; it ended with this bon mot from Ted Bridis of the AP:

    "White House Defends Sale of Port Operations to Arab Firm"
    WASHINGTON (Feb. 17) - The Bush administration on Thursday rebuffed criticism about potential security risks of a $6.8 billion sale that gives a company in the United Arab Emirates control over significant operations at six major American ports...

    The world's fourth-largest ports company runs commercial operations at shipping terminals in New York, New Jersey, Baltimore, New Orleans, Miami and Philadelphia.

    Four senators and three House members asked the administration on Thursday to reconsider its approval. The lawmakers contended the UAE is not consistent in its support of U.S. terrorism-fighting efforts.
    "The potential threat to our country is not imagined, it is real," Rep. Mark Foley, R-Fla., said in a House speech.

    DP World said it had received all regulatory approvals for its purchase and noted that the administration did not object.

    "We intend to maintain and, where appropriate, enhance current security arrangements," the company said in a statement. "It is very much business as usual for the P&O terminals" in the United States.
    Lawmakers said the UAE was an important transfer point for shipments of smuggled nuclear components sent to Iran, North Korea and Libya by a Pakistani scientist, Abdul Qadeer Khan. They also said the UAE was one of only three countries to recognize the now-toppled Taliban as Afghanistan's legitimate government.


    We are soooooooooooooooooo thankful Bush and Cheney were reelected to keep us all so safe and secure from all alarm..."

    _______________

    This was followed on the 18th by my comment on the Vice President Cheney shooting of Texan millionaire Harry M. Whittington after the victim apologized to the shooter (which is still a mind-boggling fillip); to these two matters, Mark replied in his comment that day:

    "I'm going to split with you on this post.
    AGREE: I don't get this freaking UAE deal at all!
    DISAGREE: I bet you a dollar that if Whittington had shot Cheney the end result would be the same - "accidents happen" would be said by all involved..."


    Afterwards, Mark wrote (in his comment to the unrelated posting of Feb. 21, which was primarily about a different form of fearmongering: Fulci movies!):

    "update om UAE:
    I have dug in and learned more about it this week.
    I don't think it's the bogey man. And I think a lot of people who are freaking out about it are going to have egg on their face and have some splainin ta do. (not you, I mean people like Hillary Clinton, Bill Frist etc)."


    So, I'll assume the "not you" still applies, and thanks for that.

    The fact of the matter is I've not said anything on the UAE issue publicly since that 2/18 posting.

    Thus, I reckon it's time, if only to clarify this ongoing exchange for those who read this blog and its comments. I've been staying abreast of the developing and unfolding UAE story, too, from multiple news sources (inside and outside the US; reading/hearing what the foreign press is saying is essential).

    First of all, may I note that Mark's reference to "the bogey man" is highly applicable here.

    For six years, this President and Administration have maintained their power base by escalating and manipulating fear as their primary tactic: psychological terrorism in the extreme. They won their second election by primarily playing that card with relentless intent.

    Thus, the President and this Administration have no one but themselves to blame for the emerging UAE crisis. They've cold-cocked themselves from their blind side with this unexpected (and somehow perfect) culmination & collision of various policies -- deliberate fearmongering to maintain and concentrate power; closed-door corporate deal-brokering contrary to true democracy; layers of secrecy, non-disclosure, and partial disclosure at so many levels of power; deliberate withholding of information, for various reasons, from both the public and the President; etc. -- on an issue that cuts to the heart of some of the American public's deepest fears.

    When power erects itself so completely on fanning and maintaining irrational fear -- as this President and Administration have with such surgical expertise -- the pragmatic rationalities of "doing business" in a global economy quickly succumb to the irrational when the combination of elements is this iconic and volatile.

    Saudis controlling our ports? Saudis buying our ports?

    * You don't foment xenophobia in the US populace for six years without reaping what you sow.

    * Secondly, the controversy and outrage over the UAE deal -- whatever its particulars -- is also feeding upon the awakening realization that the US has been sold off piecemeal to the very foreign interests "we" have been so successfully conditioned to fear.

    It was the present President Bush's father who said, when he was President, "The American way of life is not for sale."

    "Oh, but it is. See, it really, really is," the UAE deal states, "and to the very people we have demonized as our enemies."

    The UAE port deal puts paid to that conceit for good -- it's all for sale, and in fact most of it's already been bought and sold and changed hands again -- even for those Americans who've been blithely ignorant of/indifferent to the fact that the US has already been sold piecemeal to multiple foreign interests: our debt (which Bush and his Administration have escalated into the stratosphere), our real estate, our businesses, our jobs, our future.

    Oh, and, yes, our ports.

    Our security.

    The security this President swore to protect when he took office -- along with our civil rights, the Constitution, the Bill of Rights.

    That is the nerve this UAE controversy has struck, plucked, and is busily fraying.

    "Shamey, shamey" indeed.

    But shame on who?

    Sadly, just as reason didn't apply to anything else relevent to this Administration's watch -- the monstrous distortion of the 9/11 tragedy, the rush to war, the derailment of the Afghanistan War to launch the Iraq War, global warming, the plight of the detainees, US torture of prisoners, Katrina, etc. -- reason isn't being applied to the UAE deal.

    After six years of rampant xenophobia and fearmongering and the calculated redefinition of the English language to a language of propaganda instead of communication, it's hard for the US population to "see reason" any longer.

    It's hard for Bush to plead for rational scrutiny of the UAE deal when he has so monumentally based his Presidency on the constant denial of reason.

    Shamey, shamey.

    [Continued tomorrow...]

    Sunday, March 05, 2006

    Sunday Off? No Way...

    Ah, a great morning session writing -- a short story, another chunk of the novel sample chapter, and a block of work on We Are Going to Eat You -- and email exchanges and cleanup. Still owe some folks emails; follow through tonight, after Marj and I get a night out.

    Just finished watching the documentary Dreamland: Occupation for the White River Junction Film Fest, or WRIF for short. We settled on our end-of-April programming yesterday, and I'm working on the program notes and press release material, rescreening some films and watching others for the first time (I don't believe any one of us on the selection committee saw every film, but between us we saw 'em all). Yesterday was a twelve-hour day: left for WRJ at 7:30 AM and got home about 8 PM, stopping to gas up and to return a watercolor block (pad) I mistakingly picked up at CCS after class last week which, it turned out, belonged to one of the students (sorry, Jon!).

    I had dreams all night that were variations on the day: endless selection & committee exchanges with various folks from my life, dream-life and real-life; seemingly random travel across winterscapes, some lovely, some turning to mud; and so on.

    However, one dream scene haunted me as I first stirred: a lingering stop at a lake where stoneflies zipped over the water and trout skimmed the surface, feeding. Spring dreams already...
    _________

    [Note: I am, for archival purposes, reposting the March 4th 2006 blog posting and edited comments here -- the deletion of the original post and full comments was due to a request from an inexperienced blogger who inadvertantly posted an email address. Per their request, I have dealt with the situation the only way I could: deleting the entire original post, and re-posting it here -- sans the problematic mis-posting. Thanks -- I aim to please.]

    [Originally posted March 4, 2006:]

    Morning, All!
    Hey, I know Mark's online this wee hour of the morning, as his comments pop up in my email box. Morning, Mark!
    See Mark's comments on the earlier posts on Bush/Katrina -- sorry, Pumpie, the White House spin immediately applied to the supporating wound (which you've quoted) still doesn't explain why Bush, Cheney, Condi et al treated the week Katrina hit as an excuse to dash around the US -- as if they were on vacation, shopping sprees, and country-music photo ops -- instead of somehow being attentive to the situation.
    Hell, they didn't even pretend to be attentive.
    Look, it's absolutely inexcusable from the entire upper echelon. They wanted power, they crave power, they've seized power, they consolidate power, but when they're needed, they're absent, leaving it to disenfranchised underlings and cronies irresponsibly placed in positions of grave responsibility.
    If we look at it in the militaristic terms our "Mission Accomplished" Commander-in-Chief prefers, it was nothing more or less than gross dereliction of duty, period, with the most dire consequences imaginable.
    None of it washes, any more than the blood washed off Lady MacBeth's hands; thousands died, Bush announced he was personally responsible in its wake, and it is our duty to hold him to his word. If nothing else this President and Administration is an impeachable offense, this most certainly is.
    None of the spin alters what happened; the dereliction of duty; the fact Bush himself held himself culpable before the American people. So, let us hold him and his culpable.
    ____
    Gotta run back to White River Junction this morning -- actually, Norwich, a notch or two up Route 5 from WRJ -- my third trip to that neck of the woods this week. Two for CCS, second for the WRIF -- White River Indy Film festival planning board, on which I now serve. We're meeting this morning at filmmaker and dear friend Nora Jacobson's digs to powwow the final list of films for the upcoming April fest. To that end, twixt all I've been juggling the past four weeks, I've also been screening mucho films, which I'll write about later this weekend if time permits.
    Thursday's CCS session kicked off with a tremendous illustrated lecture from L. Perry Curtis Jr., Emeritus Professor of History and Modern Culture at Brown University. "What's in a Face? The Pseudo-Science of Physiognomy and Victorian Comic Art" -- specifically, the caricature and demonization of the Irish in Victorian editorial cartooning -- was the subject, and it was a great presentation. Building upon the bedrock of his book Apes & Angels, Perry walked us through some extremely damning slices of cartoon history, reminding us how soft the punches of today's editorial cartooning breed truly are (including, I hasten to add, the controversial Mohammed cartoons that have fomented so much rage). If even one of today's editorial cartoonists had as sharp a pen as those of yore, we'd all be rioting and torching buildings!
    Perry subsequently steered James Sturm and I to
  • the London Cartoon Centre,

  • which is well worth exploring. It was a grand morning talk and tough act to follow (with my drawing session thereafter) -- I look forward to more contact and exchange with Perry, who is an astounding gent.
    _____
    Among my New Years resolutions was the decision to indulge my wife Marj's passion for live theater and performance, and thus far I've made good on that, with one Gilbert & Sullivan performance ("H.M.S. Pintafore" at Dartmouth College) under our wing already. Last night we took in the local annual Collegiate A Cappalla Evening at the Latchis Theater in Brattleboro, and it was a fantastic night out. Seven college a cappella groups sang their hearts out, and it was big fun.
    More on that later -- I gotta dash!
    Later --



    posted by SRBissette at 6:37 AM  
    ____ 

    [Here are the complete original comments, sans the inadvertantly posted personal information from one commenter:]
    ____

    7 Comments:


    I bet Haliburton could get that old blood off!
    Hey, my book is out. That is, back from the printer. Not sure when it will be in stores (the ones that had enough good sense to ORDER some!)
    You and Mikey might wanta try my reflecting pool trick. Gentle whispers: "worse things have happened... worse things have happened..."
    So where is my Idea List??? Send it to lasagnalagna. KILL ALL OTHER ADDRESSES! lasagnalagna rules!


    By Marky Mark, at 3/04/2006  



    Hi Steve!
    If it wasn't Town Meeting time I probably would have bumped into you at CCS ... we just started organizing cartooning parties there on the first Saturday of every month.
    Glad to hear you are trying to embrace live theater. The woman in my life craves the same and last night we saw Marlboro College's student performance of the first half of "Angels in America." Recommended!


    By Daniel Barlow, at 3/05/2006  



    Dear Steve,
    I dont't know if you remember me or not. I am the hyper and intense Chinese Youth you encountered at several Chiller
    Theatre Conventions in New Jersey during the nineties. I remember as one of thebest moderator or panelist on horror panels. When are you going to come back as a guest star on the Chiller Convention. I asked the Head C.E.O Keven Clement about your guest star status. He was rather miffed that you haven't spoken to him in a long time. He told me he wasn't going to call you. You have to call him back before he would consider returning your guest star status. I even asked Douglas Winter to put in a good word for you with Kevin Clement. He said the same thing. He is not going to call you. You have to call him. Please call Kevin Clement to restore your Guest star status. I even tried to call you at the Center For Cartoon Studies on Tuesday, Feb. 28. If you
    didn't respond, I understand because you are very busy with your freelance creative projects or want to protect your privacy. .
    Yours truly,
    Philip

    By Philip, at 3/05/2006  



    I won't call you either. You have to call me.


    By Marky Mark, at 3/05/2006  



    Howdy, all -- Ah, Phil, I certainly remember you! Hope you're well.
    Thanks for your kind words. However, I don't call cons seeking guest status, and never have -- not a point of pride, just not how it's done. I've not been at Chiller Con (as guest or attendee) since the late '90s -- loved the show, but when I stepped away from comics as a profession when I retired in '99, I left the convention trail (happily) behind me. Cons can be great fun, but the claustrophobic nature of some shows and endless flea market hucksterism tuckered me out and ceased to interest me at all (not to mention not having $$ to blow, on top of travel, etc.). The video trade shows sucked the last of that enthusiasm out of me in my post-comics career; sorry it's left fans like you high-and-dry as far as Bissette is concerned, but such is life.
    Still, the cons are behind me. It's not something I miss, though I do miss the people. Stay well, and know please that this daily blog is about as good as it gets for keeping up with what I'm doing -- life is short, and I gave all I'm giving to conventions for the time being.
    The rest is for my family, immediate circle and my work -- and the CCS. It's my calling and the new path, and one I have found rewarding and fulfilling.


    By SRBissette, at 3/05/2006  



    Hey, Mark -- OK, will resend list and terminate all faux-addresses. Lasagna it is!
    Dan -- Hey, that explains the cartoonists from Keene who were working there with Robyn yesterday; great work space, eh? Sorry I missed seeing you; as a reporter for a VT paper (one of its majors), though, I'm sure this weekend with Town Meetings has been a hectic one. (As for "Angels" -- I was tempted to go, but Marj so loathed the first chapter of Mike Nichols' TV adaptation, I opted for the a capella as the safer night-at-theater bet. I won. I love confrontational drama/media, Marj doesn't, or in measured doses only. Still, hope you and Phayvanh had a great night out and get to see the entire production.)


    By SRBissette, at 3/05/2006  

    Friday, March 03, 2006

    Apple Scrapple Daddy

    Whew, got home last night from CCS and collapsed, dog tired.

    Slept like a wee puppy and woke refreshed and raring to go. Peed on my papers and had some dog chow and it's all OK now. Walkees!
    ____

    I'll be posting off and on today and tomorrow, piecemeal. So tune in off and on yourself...

    Correction and more links

    Hey, correction on the title of Dan's upcoming zine title: it's Hot Chicks Take Huge Shits. Gosh. Sorry.
    ____

    More info on the Italian Fulci book Dan and I contributed to, compliments of Smoky Man, awaits you
  • here.

  • ____

    This hasn't anything to do with me, but it's cool: Chris Staros of Top Shelf just wrote:

    "Starting today, you can see a free preview of the first animation of Jeffrey Brown's work, a video for the Grammy nominated alternative rock band DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE. The video is part of their 'Directions' project, which will feature a video for each song from their latest album, Plans. Jeffrey wrote the semi-autobiographical story for the song 'Your Heart Is An Empty Room', and produced the images that were then animated by Eliza Chincarini. The 'Directions' DVD will be on sale in stores on April 11, but you can see Jeffrey's video now through March 5 at
  • DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE."


  • Brown has two new autobiographical works out via Top Shelf, Every Girl is the End of the World For Me (reportedly the epilogue to his "Girlfriend Trilogy") and I Am Going to Be Small.
    _______

    I also thought it worth mentioning fellow CCS instructor James Kochalka has landed a tune with the Fox Network's sitcom The Loop. I'm told by James Sturm that our fellow faculty member is overjoyed; so tune in to hear "Hockey Monkey" when The Loop debuts on Wednesday, March 15th at 9:30 PM Eastern Standard Time (& on its regular slot 8:30 PM on Thursdays).
    ________

    John Carlin is on The Diane Rehm Show archives talking about the controversial "Master of American Comics" exhibit he curated, and that interview is
  • here
  • (link compliments of Michael Dooley); check it out.
    _______

    Al Nickerson has a new link up with Dave Sim's latest letter,
  • here.
  • I think Dave's full of shit on the whole Marvelman/Miracleman issue, though I understand he's talking about the rights to the character and concept, not the body of work which is still the property of Alan Moore, Gary Leach, Alan Davis, John Totleben, Rick Veitch, Neil Gaiman, etc. -- or at least, I hope he's not talking about the entire Miracleman canon. To my mind, Todd McFarlane has been 100% in the wrong since day one on this issue, and has only continued to act like a bully and lout. But, hey, that's just me.

    BTW, the creator's rights message board Al is constructing will launch on March 6th -- will announce it properly here and provide the link!

    Observation

    It's endlessly fascinating to me how Bush touts competition, democracy and free markets (most recently in his blather from his India junket, talking about the outsourcing of US jobs to India) when he himself -- and his Administration and family -- have so aggressively squelched all three.

    His latest fave derogatory catchphrase is "protectionism," refuting critics of various policies as being "isolationist" and "protectionist," with the blinkered audacity of one who fails to recognize both terms apply with unerring accuracy to his every word and move throughout his Presidency.

    In every imaginable manner, Bush has, since being sworn into office, refused to listen to views other than his own or his cabal's; ignored and actively subverted the methods and mechanisms of democracy when they are against his or his circle's prescribed interests; and erected an imposing (but thankfully not as effective as imagined) wall of secrecy around his actions and inactions.

    The "competition of ideas" Bush touts is exactly what he has consistently avoided.
    ____

    BTW, the Bush/Katrina story continues to evolve -- I'll stick with 'neutral' sources for the benefit of those concerned about the biases of some online venues, and simply offer this (it's on the "Crooks & Liars" site -- nevertheless, the AP video report is accessible there)
  • AP video report.
  • Keep an eye on this as it develops; the White House spin is furiously seeking to divert culpability (as they did as the storm was hammering the Gulf coast) on regional authorities, as multiple news stories yesterday and today demonstrate.

    Don't forgot Bush himself took full responsibility for any failures.

    Let's hold him to his words at last -- and follow through.

    Thursday, March 02, 2006

    Morning Rumblings

    ...and I've already been to the bathroom!

    Gotta head out early (7 AM) for a pinch-hit CCS teaching day, so a quick blog post this AM. Still, it's meaty!
    _____

    My son Dan will soon have his first zine available for mailorder! He showed me the 'dummy' mockup last night, and I'll post the hot news here when it's available. It'll be snail-mail only, due to Dan's current disconnect from the online world.

    Title: Hot Chicks Take Big Shits. That's my boy.

    His sister/my daughter Maia was the first in the family to create a home-made comic/zine, back in 8th Grade. Maia Rose drew and co-authored Phat Comics back in '96 or '97 with two of her classmates, and it was all comics. Brother Dan's zine is more collage and single-page art oriented, with a heavy hip-hop slant.

    Anyhoot, more news when it's new --
    _____

    Last evening, I stumbled into the following ten minutes after the AP posted it. I'm sure it's all over the news this morning, but this is astounding confirmation that the man and Administration that ran and won the last election based on fearmongering and "you'll only be safe with us" bullshit are demonstratably the most shamelessly incompetent Administration imaginable.



    Tape: Bush, Chertoff Warned Before Katrina


    By MARGARET EBRAHIM and JOHN SOLOMON, Associated Press
    Writers
    10 minutes ago




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    Crawford and then again on Air Force One," Brown said.
    "He's obviously watching the television a lot, and he
    had some questions about the Dome, he's asking
    questions about reports of breaches."

    • Louisiana officials angrily blamed the federal
    government for not being prepared but the transcripts
    shows they were still praising FEMA as the storm
    roared toward the Gulf Coast and even two days
    afterward. "I think a lot of the planning FEMA has
    done with us the past year has really paid off," Col.
    Jeff Smith, Louisiana's emergency preparedness deputy
    director, said during the Aug. 28 briefing.

    It wasn't long before Smith and other state officials
    sounded overwhelmed.

    "We appreciate everything that you all are doing for
    us, and all I would ask is that you realize that
    what's going on and the sense of urgency needs to be
    ratcheted up," Smith said Aug. 30.

    Mississippi begged for more attention in that same
    briefing.

    "We know that there are tens or hundreds of thousands
    of people in Louisiana that need to be rescued, but we
    would just ask you, we desperately need to get our
    share of assets because we'll have people dying — not
    because of water coming up, but because we can't get
    them medical treatment in our affected counties," said
    a Mississippi state official whose name was not
    mentioned on the tape.

    Video footage of the Aug. 28 briefing, the final one
    before Katrina struck, showed an intense Brown voicing
    concerns from the government's disaster operation
    center and imploring colleagues to do whatever was
    necessary to help victims.

    "We're going to need everything that we can possibly
    muster, not only in this state and in the region, but
    the nation, to respond to this event," Brown warned.
    He called the storm "a bad one, a big one" and
    implored federal agencies to cut through red tape to
    help people, bending rules if necessary.

    "Go ahead and do it," Brown said. "I'll figure out
    some way to justify it. ... Just let them yell at me."


    Bush appeared from a narrow, windowless room at his
    vacation ranch in Texas, with his elbows on a table.
    Hagin was sitting alongside him. Neither asked
    questions in the Aug. 28 briefing.

    "I want to assure the folks at the state level that we
    are fully prepared to not only help you during the
    storm, but we will move in whatever resources and
    assets we have at our disposal after the storm," the
    president said.

    A relaxed Chertoff, sporting a polo shirt, weighed in
    from Washington at Homeland Security's operations
    center. He would later fly to Atlanta, outside of
    Katrina's reach, for a bird flu event.

    One snippet captures a missed opportunity on Aug. 28
    for the government to have dispatched active-duty
    military troops to the region to augment the National
    Guard.

    Chertoff: "Are there any DOD assets that might be
    available? Have we reached out to them?"

    Brown: "We have DOD assets over here at EOC (emergency
    operations center). They are fully engaged. And we are
    having those discussions with them now."

    Chertoff: "Good job."

    In fact, active duty troops weren't dispatched until
    days after the storm. And many states' National Guards
    had yet to be deployed to the region despite offers of
    assistance, and it took days before the Pentagon
    deployed active-duty personnel to help overwhelmed
    Guardsmen.

    The National Hurricane Center's Mayfield told the
    final briefing before Katrina struck that storm models
    predicted minimal flooding inside New Orleans during
    the hurricane but he expressed concerns that
    counterclockwise winds and storm surges afterward
    could cause the levees at Lake Pontchartrain to be
    overrun.

    "I don't think any model can tell you with any
    confidence right now whether the levees will be topped
    or not but that is obviously a very, very grave
    concern," Mayfield told the briefing.

    Other officials expressed concerns about the large
    number of New Orleans residents who had not evacuated.


    "They're not taking patients out of hospitals, taking
    prisoners out of prisons and they're leaving hotels
    open in downtown New Orleans. So I'm very concerned
    about that," Brown said.

    Despite the concerns, it ultimately took days for
    search and rescue teams to reach some hospitals and
    nursing homes.

    Brown also told colleagues one of his top concerns was
    whether evacuees who went to the New Orleans Superdome
    — which became a symbol of the failed Katrina response
    — would be safe and have adequate medical care.

    "The Superdome is about 12 feet below sea level.... I
    don't know whether the roof is designed to stand,
    withstand a Category Five hurricane," he said.

    Brown also wanted to know whether there were enough
    federal medical teams in place to treat evacuees and
    the dead in the Superdome.

    "Not to be (missing) kind of gross here," Brown
    interjected, "but I'm concerned" about the medical and
    mortuary resources "and their ability to respond to a
    catastrophe within a catastrophe."

    ___

    Associated Press writers Ron Fournier and Lara Jakes
    Jordan contributed to this report.

    On the Net:

  • Homeland Security Department

  • Federal Emergency Management Agency


  • The latter links were posted with the story, confirming its details. The original AP story is
  • here,
  • though I'm sure there's already richer reporting all over the internet as of this morning.

    Our morning 'wake-up' alarm plays the local radio station; CNN News's report on this story ended with the incredulous White House response to these revelations: "The President was fully engaged."

    Ya, fully engaged -- at his ranch, touring California, accepting a guitar from a country music star, ignoring Katrina. Chertoff's fucking head should be on a stick, stuck in the White House lawn.

    Heaven help us if terrorists do strike this nation again. This President and Administration had full knowledge of Katrina's pending devastation -- and did nothing.

    This fucking President refuses -- refuses -- to hold anyone in power in his cabinet responsible for their ongoing corruption, bungling, and horrific mismanagement of everything from the Iraq War and Katrina to the leaking of state secrets and illegal eavesdropping on the American public. The manager of the local grocery store daily demonstrates more competence and skill -- and ability to fire incompetent and grossly irresponsible workers, including thieves (like Cheney and his ongoing Halliburton crony-crimes).

    If this isn't grounds for impeachment, what is? What will it take to rouse the Bush/Cheney apologists and supporters out of their coma?
    ___________

    Leaving you this morn on a lighter note that's relevent:

    Read on the internet last night, and posted here with permission of the poster, who chooses (and requests) to remain anonymous:

    The poster was commenting on the comic-book fantasy of sending "...Bat-Man against Al Qaeda and this
    occurred to me:

    It is actually more rational than the present strategy. Admittedly, the underpinning of the approach is based on batantly fictional things which do not exist and involves putting the response to terrorism in the hands of upper class socipaths operating from secure undisclosed locations. In that regard the strategy is no different from the present one. But the Bat-Man approach does have the following advantages:

    1. It recognizes that the fight against Al Qaeda is essentially a law enforcement problem.

    2. It would by necessity consist of focused raids on well defined targets.

    3. Batman wouldn't turn down help from people who have same sex partners.

    4. Batman wouldn't reveal other peoples secret identities.

    5. Batman always turns over enemies in a timely fashion to the court system for trial.

    6. Bruce Wayne only pretends to be an upper class twit.

    7. Robin never shoots people in the face with a shotgun."

    ___

    Have a great day, all --

    Wednesday, March 01, 2006

    Background on Lance Weiler and Head Trauma: Lance's Historic First (Collaborative) Feature, The Last Broadcast

    As promised on Monday, here's some background on the first feature film co-directed by Lance Weiler, whose new (solo) feature Head Trauma weaves its nightmarish narrative in part around a faux-Christian comic tract by yours truly and my son Dan. I've posted the link to the just-launched Head Trauma website in the "links" menu at right, and as Lance noted in his comment to Monday's post, there's some goodies hidden on the website within the section on the comic.

    I first met Lance and his Last Broadcast co-creator Stefan Avalos at a pretty heated panel at the summer 1999 Video Software Dealers Association (hereafter VSDA trade show. Lance and Stefan were attending to promote their film, which they had tried with limited success to independently direct-sell to the national video marketplace of independent retailers. After over a year of frustrating stop-and-start efforts, they had at that time negotiated a very limited 'exclusivity' window of distribution for The Last Broadcast to the Hollywood Video national chain, prompting video trade magazine press -- the first the film had received in the industry -- and much ire from indy retailers, who felt they were being denied access to a film suddenly 'hot' & in demand due to its mounting underground reputation fueled by rumors (true, as it turned out) that the summer's blockbuster indy hit The Blair Witch Project had plundered its premise and internet ballyhoo from Last Broadcast.

    Lance and Stefan impressed me instantly, standing before a room of angry retailers and not only stating their case -- they'd tried to get their film to indy retailers, but had been ignored and denied release via industry distributors because they weren't perceived as peddling anything of interest or merit -- but ultimately winning the respect, empathy, and admiration of everyone in the room. I had entered the room hungry to see The Last Broadcast, having first heard of the film early in '99 but unable to find or buy a copy; by the end of the session, every retailer in the room was dying to see and rack the film in their shops.

    Lance and Stefan took and turned the heat over the Hollywood Video exclusive (among the first, and in fact the impetus for Hollywood's subsequent "Asylum" exclusive first-time filmmakers series, an interesting but ultimately failed experiment; Blockbuster was already quietly seeding their shelves with exclusive product from imprints like "Square Dog" and "Stepping Stone," all umbrella shells of DEG, Blockbuster's production and acquisition company, featuring name actors in made-for-video films in multiple genres). There was also the caveat that The Last Broadcast had been available for months via Amazon.com and in easy reach of every retailer in North America, had they bothered to check. (As I found personally in the following couple of years, indy retailers were quick to complain when something was denied them, but quicker to ignore or openly revile sight-unseen indy films that were available -- and, as I argued, essentially 'indy exclusives' given the chains refusal to carry such titles -- because they weren't presold commodities with high-ticket names stars.)

    Furthermore, Lance and Stefan had the wherewithal to negotiate a very limited exclusivity window with Hollywood Video -- thus, Last Broadcast would be available to all by the winter of that very year. With the push the Hollywood Video release had given their film and increasing infamy associated with Blair Witch's pirating of their concept and innovative internet promotion, their decision to work with Hollywood Video had indeed brought the attention to their pioneer film from the very market -- the indy retailers -- who had previously given it the cold shoulder.

    More importantly, The Last Broadcast was clearly The Jazz Singer of digital feature films: Lance and Stefan had produced their $900 marvel entirely as a digital production, and in fact broke potent new ground by rolling out their film as not only the first digitally-projected theatrical feature, but the first digitally-projected theatrical feature downloaded via satellite. No cans of celluloid, no reels of film, and none of the prohibitive overhead that inevitably lashed filmmakers either to corporate distributors or limbo: this was a future of filmmaking and exhibition that George Lucas would claim as his innovation over a year later, when he opened the dreadful Star Wars: Episode I: The Phantom Menace. Thus, The Last Broadcast had its thunder stolen not once, but twice: by the producers of The Blair Witch Project (one of whom had orchestrated the bumping of Last Broadcast from Sundance, clearing the way for the following year's calculated Sundance 'find' of Blair Witch cynically stealing and polishing everything Last Broadcast had already accomplished), and by billionaire Star Wars mogul George Lucas, pretending his "innovations" were walking trails blazed over a year before by two young, truly innovative Pennsylvanian filmmakers.

    That said, The Last Broadcast remains one of my favorite indy films of the '90s: a modest, inventive thriller that subverts its own premise to the disappointment of some viewers (refuting its supernatural trappings) while delivering an unexpected frisson to others. On its own terms, it's well worth seeing (like its fellow digital innovator Party Girl, which some sources cite as the first online 'streamed' feature viewable via the internet) -- but it's important to remember that The Last Broadcast is also a seminal film in the digital revolution we're well into today.

    Lance and Stefan have remained good friends, and we've all kept in touch with one another over the years. Lance and I actively worked behind-the-scenes (and, in my case, on the scene: I moderated panels and events for two years) with the VSDA's short-lived "Filmmakers of Tomorrow" program; alas, long before the VSDA trade shows diminished to their current withered state, it became evident the program wasn't fulfilling expectations for either the organization or the filmmakers eager to participate. But we'd given it a game go; the plight of the indy filmmakers struggling to get their creations to market was one I was intimately familiar with as an indy self-publisher and co-publisher in the comics marketplace. The particulars are different, but the issues and dynamic are essentially identical. The corporate powers forever labor to either shut-out or absorb talent and innovative product, and potential viewers/readers may never know something they might savor even exists.

    So, here ya go -- a little background on the maker of Head Trauma and his first feature, and a peek back at the weekly "Video Views" column I scribed (without missing a deadline) from 1999-2001. The following two columns are reprinted in the upcoming four-volume book series S.R. Bissette's Blur from Black Coat Press, due out this spring.

    (Sorry, I simply haven't time this morning to properly html code the film and book titles in these two archival pieces -- so, they appear here as 'raw text' -- I hope they're still easily read and enjoyed.)
    __________

    [Final paragraphs from "Video Views" weekly column, December 3, 1999:]

    A recent “mockumentary” particularly deserving of attention is THE LAST BROADCAST (1997). This is necessary viewing for both fans and detractors of The Blair Witch Project, and anyone who is interested in -- or part of -- the new generation of digital feature filmmakers. This is not a fad; this is a new frontier, as revolutionary as the coming of sound in 1927, and just as likely to change HOW we see and think of movies (and devastate Hollywood) as irrevocably. This new wave has justifiably garnered increasing media attention (via the success of Blair Witch and articles in zines like Wired), and The Last Broadcast is an unsung landmark in this new media landscape -- the first feature to enjoy all-digital broadcast theatrical showings (in five concurrent venues in 1998). As your local independent video superstore, First Run Video is proud to bring this overlooked independently-produced and distributed gem to Brattleboro.

    The film chronicles the terrible fate of a TV news team that ventures into the New Jersey wilderness to investigate the fabled Jersey Devil. Sound familiar? Don’t be so quick to dismiss this as a Johnny-Come-Lately rip-off, which it most definitely is not; if anything, it’s the Johnny-Come-Early precursor to Blair Witch and one of the key independent films of the 1990s, finally achieving widespread distribution on home video this week after struggling for years to reach its potential audience. The Last Broadcast is a nervy, subversive tale, unfolding via a calculated showcase of interviews, investigative TV journalism, and “found footage” of the narrative’s central atrocity. Despite ongoing media coverage of their film in at least one major newsstand magazine per month since August 1997, Pennsylvanian independent directors Stefan Avalos (who previously directed The Money Game, also on video) and Lance Weiler (currently working on his own solo debut feature) were unable to negotiate a palatable distribution deal for their film, choosing to self-distribute while suffering the frustration of their accomplishments being swept aside in the attendant big-bucks promotion mounted for thunder-stealers Blair Witch Project and George Lucas’ Star Wars: The Phantom Menace (which claimed to be the first digitally-broadcast theatrical feature). Turn off the phone, turn down the lights, and tune in to The Last Broadcast.
    ___

    [Followup article for The Brattleboro Reformer, January 13, 2000:]

    FIRST RUN WELCOMES “LAST BROADCAST” DIRECTORS

    Stefan Avalos and Lance Weiler, the directors of the first digitally-produced and theatrically “broadcast” feature length film THE LAST BROADCAST, will be visiting Brattleboro at First Run Video (927 Putney Road) on Saturday, January 15th from 4 PM to 6:30 PM. These two young filmmakers from Pennsylvania are being welcomed not only as the second guests in First Run Video’s ongoing “Meet the Filmmakers” series (the first, Stranger in the Kingdom director Jay Craven, appeared at the store in August 1999), but also as pioneers.

    Stefan and Lance’s The Last Broadcast is significant not only as the precursor and blueprint for 1999’s independent boxoffice sensation The Blair Witch Project. More importantly, their debut feature stands as THE first digitally-produced and satellite-broadcast theatrical feature in history... predating the theatrical presentation via satellite of George Lucas’ Star Wars: The Phantom Menace by almost a year.

    Eventually earning national coverage in Forbes, Wired, Entertainment Weekly, and many other magazines and newspapers, The Last Broadcast was made for about $900 with borrowed digital (and a kid’s toy) cameras and edited with available Adobe software and a 166-megahertz personal computer. Through their own distribution firm Wavelength Releasing, Stefan and Lance’s film debuted in 1998 in Doylestown, Pennsylvania (long before Blair Witch) as a digitally-projected theatrical event. It’s successful one-week run was followed by a festival tour and (in conjunction with Cyberstar, Digital Projection, and DLP) momentous satellite-distributed showings in five US cities in October 1998 and five international showings in May 1999 (New York, Cannes, London, Dublin, and Stockholm).

    Make no mistake: Stefan and Lance are heralds of a new age in how films are and will be made and shown. They did it essentially on their own, bucking enormous odds -- and they would be the first to say The Last Broadcast is only the beginning.

    Here in our own neighborhood, digital filmmaking has established a beachhead. The technology is being taught in our local high schools and colleges. On December 9th, 1999, director Jay Craven hosted a lively collection of student films at Marlboro College, his second such presentation since taking on the teaching of film studies at Marlboro. These short films demonstrated a remarkable affinity for and skill with the new filmmaking technologies; a few examples were spectacular. The young filmmakers brought an engaging range of abilities, interests, and accomplishments to the screen, proving a significant advance over the previous year’s worthy efforts (when Jay hosts his next presentation, I urge all of you to attend!).

    As you read this, local filmmakers Joshua Moyse and Nathan Diamond are putting the finishing touches on their own debut horror feature film Blood Rites, which enjoyed a successful theatrical “sneak preview” at the Latchis Theater in October 1999. Digital editing and effects are an integral part of Joshua and Nathan’s tool kit, providing control over the finished product and fresh opportunities prior generations could only dream about.

    In this digital generation, Stefan and Lance stand tall, setting an example for all who follow.

    ***

    The Last Broadcast is a horror movie, and a mystery film, with much to recommend it. The story is simple, but its telling is tantalizingly convoluted and intricate. In the context of an imagined “documentary” by an obsessed filmmaker David Leigh (David Beard), we are presented with the facts in the case of Jim Suerd (Jim Seward), a young man who was tried and convicted for the murder in the Jersey Pine Barrens of two cable access program creators and their sound man. This amateurish cable “news team” (played by Stefan, Lance, and Rein Clabbers) had wandered deep into the Jersey Barrens in search of the “Jersey Devil,” a legendary demon or monster long believed to haunt that wilderness area. Though Suerd was convicted for the crime, Leigh believes someone or something else -- perhaps even the Jersey Devil -- was the culprit. As the film unfolds its calculating, intriguing tapestry of lies and misperceptions, we discover the horrifying truth of what happened that night.

    The often-despised horror genre has provided fertile turf for many debut features: The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari broke fresh ground in 1919 for its makers and German cinema as a whole. In recent memory, prominent filmmakers like George Romero (with the “shock felt ‘round the world” Night of the Living Dead, 1968), Steven Spielberg (TV features Night Gallery, 1969, and Duel, 1970), Wes Craven (Last House on the Left, 1972), David Cronenberg (Shivers aka They Came From Within, 1975), and David Lynch (Eraserhead, 1977) made their debuts with fresh, bracing explorations of the dark side of our human nature. Stefan and Lance’s decision to cut their teeth with such a film is an esthetically and commercially sound one, and it earns them a place in a proud tradition.

    Furthermore, The Last Broadcast is based in genuine Americana folklore. The event the film “documents” is fiction (the disappearance and murder of the “Fact or Fiction” film team, and conviction of Jim Suerd for their murder never really happened), but Stefan and Lance didn’t create the Jersey Devil legend. They grew up with it. Unlike the completely fictional “Blair Witch” invented for their lucrative successor, the “Jersey Devil” at the heart of The Last Broadcast’s narrative and mystery is -- or was -- the real McCoy. As mentioned in their own video and DVD “extra,” the Jersey Devil legend commonly names a woman named “Mother Leeds” as the wretched mother of the devil, born to an impoverished and overburdened family living in the desolate Pine Barrens during the early 1700s. Her child was either deformed or cursed, depending on which version of this oral legend you subscribe to, incarcerating the “devil” in her attic or cellar until it broke loose to haunt the Barrens for the next three centuries. Other versions chalk its origins up to a gypsy curse, Revolutionary War treason, or a documented birth in 1855 in Estellville in Atlantic County, among others.

    Whatever its origins, the Devil is described as a bat-winged, serpentine monster with the head of a horse, hoofed feet, and taloned forelimbs. It plagued the area enough to provoke an exorcism by a local priest in the 1740s; to yield a rash of sightings and barnyard mayhem in 1840, the 1850s, the 1890s, and in 1903. Most astonishing of all remains the cycle of sightings and encounters with the Jersey Devil in January, 1909. Between January 16th and the 23th, literally thousands of people in New Jersey and Pennsylvania (including citizens of southern Philadelphia) reported encounters with the Devil or discovery of its footprints which defy rationalization to this day. Among the witnesses was a Burlington, NJ policeman, a priest in Pemberton, two trolley-car conductors, a Trenton City Councilman, numerous search parties, and firefighters in West Collingswood, NJ, who actually turned a hose on the creature and fought with it!

    Thereafter, the Jersey Devil receded into memory. More sightings and encounters followed, though none as dramatic or easily mapped or documented as the 1909 week of horrors. Though bounties (from $1,000 to $100,000) were offered and hucksters ballyhooed sideshow Jersey Devil fakery, the Devil was never killed or captured. Reported sightings and encounters periodically hit the newspapers in the 1920s and 1930s, and sporadically in the 1950s and early 1960s, with the last known report filed in 1966. Whatever it was, if ever it lived, the Jersey Devil retired to local lore and folklore circles until The Last Broadcast disinterred its almost-forgotten legacy for a new millennium.

    ***

    Like its often-cited successor The Blair Witch Project, Stefan and Lance’s The Last Broadcast is a fake documentary, a genre also referred to as “mockumentary” or (for its more horrific entries) “shockumentary.” Furthermore, The Last Broadcast uses the form to dissect, critique, and condemn the sort of “reality TV” contemporary networks have so recklessly exploited. It also cuts much deeper to probe the psychology and pathology behind the making of such fare. The conceit is central to the film itself; indeed, the opening credits do not acknowledge Stefan and Lance as the directors, but rather announces itself as “A Film by David Leigh,” placing the fictional filmmaker at its center from the beginning.

    The Last Broadcast has many precursors, including Peter Watkins’ The War Game (BBC, 1967) and Ruggero Deodato’s notorious Cannibal Holocaust (1981), which also attacked the ethics of filmmakers responsible for once-popular “shockumentaries” like Mondo Cane (1963) and Faces of Death. And let us not forget Orson Welles hysteria-inducing CBS Radio Halloween, 1938 broadcast of H.G. Wells’ The War of the Worlds which terrified listeners out of their homes, believing the Martians really had landed!

    There have been plenty of playful “mockumentaries,” too, prominent among them the popular rock parody This is Spinal Tap (1984), and The Last Broadcast belongs in their ranks. In their engaging DVD commentary, Stefan and Lance also cite the “autobiographical” independent classic David Holzman’s Diary (1967), in which writer/director Jim McBride and co-author and lead actor L.M. Kit Carson (playing Holzman) targeted the pretensions of student filmmakers with droll precision and wit. The fictional Holzman, a geeky and endearingly earnest youth aching to pierce to the “truth” of his life via his obsessive filming of every aspect of it, brought a new satiric archetype to the cinema that has been imitated ever since. Thus, McBride (who went on to direct Breathless, 1983, The Big Easy, 1987, and many others) and Carson (who later wrote the screenplay for Paris, Texas, 1983, and play character roles in Running on Empty, 1988, and others) mirrored the narcissism of all who followed in their footsteps, and anticipated the intrusive effects of bombshells like the PBS documentary series An American Family (1973). Clearly, “David Leigh” is Stefan and Lance’s “David Holzman,” with a much darker twist relevant to its generation.

    This is a rare opportunity for any and all interesting Brattleboro area residents, filmmakers, and aspiring filmmakers to meet these pioneer entrepreneurs. They will be at First Run Video to meet and talk to you, sign autographs, sell their own collector’s edition of The Last Broadcast and Last Broadcast one-sheet posters, and more.